The Villain's Counterattack

Murong Fu opened the cloth bag and shook out an ancient cassock. The cassock was densely covered with small characters. Murong Fu slowly unfolded it in front of everyone. There were four big characters on the side: "Bixie Sword Manual". However, the opening made him squint his eyes.

"If you want to practice magical skills, you have to castrate yourself; if you make elixirs and take medicine, you can connect your inside and outside..." Murong Fu spoke slowly, his eyes cast towards Abbot Xuanci, who looked even more strange. He walked over to take a closer look. Qiao Feng was also quite curious after hearing this, and when he saw that his master, Master Xuanku, did not stop him, he also walked up.

The three of them quickly read through the contents of the cassock, then exchanged glances and sighed. Murong Fu suddenly flew into a rage and asked, "Master Abbot, what do you mean by this? My Murong family has been a single-line family for five generations, and I'm the only one left. First, you encouraged me to join Buddhism, and now you're tempting me to watch this magical skill. Do you really want to extinct my Murong family?"

Abbot Xuanci hurriedly chanted the Buddha's name, "Amitabha, I am sorry, I am sorry. Donor Murong, please don't be impulsive. If I say that this is not a book from our temple, can you believe it?"

"Haha," Murong Fu laughed strangely, pointing to the last two sentences on the cassock and saying, "With the help of the Bodhi Heart Dharma, all evil can be warded off. I'm afraid this is the origin of the name of the Sword Manual of Exorcism. If it weren't for these words, it would be more appropriate to call it the Evil Sword Manual. Master, with just these words, do you dare to say it's not from Shaolin?"

Abbot Xuanci: But this thing is really not ours. I don’t know how I suddenly got here. You must know that the bronze mirror in the Bodhi Temple here has not been opened for a long time. It used to contain the precious sayings of the great monk. Could it be that he replaced it?

This was unlikely. How had he managed to transform the books into a cassock in front of so many people? The cloth bag that wrapped the cassock was the same one from before, with hidden markings on it. Furthermore, the cultivation techniques within, between the lines, were faintly filled with the aura of Buddhist cultivation. This couldn't be faked.

Just as Murong Fu said, with Abbot Xuanci's cultivation level, it can be seen that although this magical skill is profound, it is quite evil. If it is not suppressed by the Bodhi Heart Method, it is likely to create evil demons. If it is combined with the Bodhi Heart Method, it will be an excellent way to quickly become a master. However, the prerequisite for practicing this magical skill is unacceptable to many men.

"If the last two sentences were hidden, it would surely stir up a bloody storm in the martial arts world. Master Abbot, don't underestimate the vendettas in the martial arts world. There will always be fish that slip through the net of a family massacre. So, is such a blood feud worth fighting for?" Murong Fu's words silenced Abbot Xuanci and Master Xuanku.

"If the first two sentences were hidden, it would be an excellent trick to deceive people. The whole article is true, but you can see it but cannot practice it. If you force yourself to practice it, you will become restless and go astray. Wow, what a Buddhist martial art." Murong Fu said in a sarcastic tone. The people in Shaolin looked at each other and tried to stop Murong Fu from destroying the robe. Finally, they gave it to Master Xuanku for safekeeping.

Murong Fu left with a flick of his sleeves. Before leaving, he said to Master Xuan Ku, "This technique is quite strange. It's profound and mysterious, yet it has a unique charm. It makes people think of it unconsciously. If someone practices it carelessly, I'm afraid..."

After reading the entire set of exercises, Master Xuanku couldn't help but clamp his legs together and hurriedly chanted the Buddha's name to calm himself down. For outsiders, without the cooperation of the Bodhicitta Dharma, they would not dare to try it easily. But as a high monk of Shaolin, Master Xuanku was able to obtain the Bodhicitta Dharma, which made him even more worried, and he almost couldn't hold the light cassock.

Zhong Wanchou and the others heard it all clearly, but little Zhong Ling was different. She didn't know why Brother Murong was not happy at all, but a little angry, even though he had discovered the treasure. She asked her mother quietly, but saw her mother with a strange smile on her face. She whispered something in her ear, which made Zhong Ling's pretty face blush.

After this little episode about the "Book of the Sword of Exorcism", everyone gradually lost interest in sightseeing, so Murong Fu asked Abbot Xuanci to arrange a guest room for them. Everyone on his side took the scriptures and four treasures of the study handed over by the Shaolin monks and began to copy them.

Murong Fu was a meticulous person and did not want to leave any excuses, so each scripture had to go through at least three levels of screening before it could enter the guest room. After copying, it was handed over to the Shaolin monks for review and verification. After it was confirmed to be correct, it was sealed in a box and kept with the Shaolin monks, waiting to be taken away by Murong Fu when he finally left.

Murong Fu's attitude was unanimously recognized by all the monks in Shaolin Temple. They had no intention of using their own martial arts to test Murong Fu's sincerity. However, based on their understanding of Murong Fu, this bastard would most likely read the martial arts secrets they sent him first, and then return them openly, and ensure that he did not copy them.

They had heard more than once that Master Murong was brilliant and had a photographic memory. Could he have erased everything from his mind after reading it once? They weren't foolish enough to test the truth of this. If they weren't careful, they might end up losing more than they gained, and then be ridiculed by Murong Fu, which would make them feel like a nobody.

Qiao Feng stayed in Shaolin for three days, sparring with Murong Fu every morning, then spending time with his master, Master Xuanku, and his parents at the foot of the mountain. He took Murong Fu's advice to heart. As the leader of the Beggars' Sect, his origins were no secret. If anyone traced the Shaolin trail to Qiao Sanhuai and his wife, they could indeed be harmed.

As for bringing them to the Beggars' Sect headquarters to enjoy a comfortable life, they were unwilling to do so. Furthermore, was the Beggars' Sect headquarters truly safe? Perhaps not, perhaps even Shaolin Temple was safer. However, Qiao Sanhuai and his wife were not Shaolin monks, so it was impossible for them to hide there. Ordinary shelter was unworthy of the Beggars' Sect leader's parents.

Do I really have to send my parents to Taihu Lake?

Qiao Feng believed that he had a pretty good relationship with Murong Fu, but it was not to the extent that he could entrust his parents to his care. In the end, he decided to place them in a remote and peaceful place under the control of the Beggars' Sect, buy them dozens of acres of land, and provide them with servants and maids to live out their days.

With Qiao Feng's departure, Murong Fu could not find an opponent to spar with. Among the many Shaolin monks of the Xuan generation, not many could satisfy him. Moreover, they were also proud of their status and did not want to fall at the hands of a young man like Murong Fu. After all, they had seen Qiao Feng and Murong Fu fight several times before, and it was really possible that they could not win.

After three or five days, Murong Fu felt a little bored after spending half a day copying books with Zhong Ling every day, so he asked four maids to copy books while he found a young monk to take him around. It was not known whether it was a coincidence or not, but the young monk's Buddhist name was Xu Zhu.

"May I ask the young master's Dharma name?"

"The humble monk Xu Zhu."

"Bamboo is noble because of its humility. Plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum are the four gentlemen among flowers. My young master takes bamboo as his Dharma name. His future achievements are limitless." Murong Fu's words made Xu Zhu feel a little embarrassed. You have to know that the man in front of him is a top master of the younger generation of Central Plains martial arts. He is ranked in the north with the leader of the Beggar Gang. Even his master once said that this young master Murong's martial arts skills are so high that he can be ranked in the top ten in the entire Shaolin.

Don't underestimate the top ten rankings. You must know that there are seventeen or eighteen eminent monks of the Xuan generation in Shaolin. Each of them is a well-known figure in the martial arts world. At least they are first-class masters, and they have practiced the first-class skills of Shaolin's 72 unique skills, which makes them more powerful than ordinary first-class masters.

Xu Zhu's face flushed as he dealt with Murong Fu. When asked about the martial arts he had learned, he simply said that he was unskilled and hadn't even mastered the full Shaolin Arhat Fist. To say he was half-baked was an insult to the martial arts. "Don't underestimate this style of boxing. It's the foundation of the Arhat Hall. Once you practice it to its limit, not many of the 72 Shaolin martial arts can surpass it."

So Murong Fu talked a lot of nonsense there, praising this kung fu to the skies, such as the true meaning of the Five Hundred Arhats, and how its form and spirit were invincible in the world. This made Xu Zhu dizzy and he unconsciously practiced it for Murong Fu. Unfortunately, what he had learned was limited, so he only performed half of it.

Murong Fu saw it very clearly and explained to him the puzzled points one by one. He even started from Buddhist classics to explain the true meaning of boxing and told him some tricks, which made Xu Zhu suddenly realize and thank him repeatedly. Finally, Murong Fu taught him a few strange movement routines, saying that they were quite consistent with Luohan Fist, but he couldn't remember the name.

But Xu Zhu was really stupid. He learned a little bit of it in a confused manner and forgot most of it. Murong Fu made an appointment with him to come back the next day.

Xu Zhu retreated dazed. Murong Fu looked into an empty space and shook his head slightly. After stretching his muscles and neck, he shook his sleeves and returned to the guesthouse to continue his work of copying books. After they left, two old monks of the Xuan generation walked out one after another.

"Did you see anything?"

"It seems to have some influence on Indian martial arts, and the movements are strange and eccentric, but there's nothing wrong with it."

"Did he find out where we were hiding?"

"Even if we didn't discover it at first, the truth was revealed when we heard him bragging and praising the Arhat Fist to the skies." The old monk's face turned red. He never knew that bragging could be so powerful. Even he almost believed it, if he hadn't practiced the Arhat Fist in the beginning.

"He probably meant no harm. He just saw that the little monk was shy and offered help. By the way, who is that little monk?"

"I remember his name was Xu Zhu. He seemed to be a disciple of Master Hui Lun, around twenty years old. He became a monk in Shaolin Temple when he was young. He had no parents and was not very talented. He started learning martial arts when he became an adult and has never learned the complete Luohan Fist."

"Xu Zhu, Xu Zhu, what a shame about this name."