Transmigrating into Murong Fu, may you have many children and much happiness.

Chapter 124 Sweeping Monk

"but,

Murong Fu took out a flask of wine from his personal space. He poured the clear wine into his hand, but it spilled onto the ground, leaving a few glistening drops on his fingertips.

No one dared to speak, and they simply watched Murong Fu's actions in silence. Those who had previously boasted about dealing with Murong Fu had already been proven wrong and planned to leave quietly.

But then he casually tossed something up, as if shooting something into the old monk's body.

The old monk calmly said, "Life and Death Talisman... Hmm, such pure Xuan Yin and Xuan Yang energy."

Murong Fu's Mingyu Gong was extremely profound, and the Mingyu True Qi in his body was naturally pure. The Xuan Yang transformed from such Xuan Yin True Qi must also be extraordinary.

Tong Lao said that this Life and Death Talisman was a unique skill she developed based on the Yin-Yang principles of the Tianshan Six Yang Palms. Back when her master, Xiaoyaozi, was still alive, she took it to show off to him, wanting to tell him that her martial arts skills were already quite good.

Unexpectedly, Xiaoyaozi smiled when he saw Tonglao use the Life and Death Talisman, and then condensed an even more extreme Life and Death Talisman with his bare hands. It turned out that he could condense it with the faint moisture in the air.

At that time, Xiaoyaozi said: "Your idea for the Life and Death Talisman is good, but the method is too crude. My method can be effective against Grandmasters and even those above the Grandmaster level..."

Tong Lao had compared them before and said that Murong Fu's Life and Death Talisman had surpassed hers. Although his methods were not as refined as his master Xiaoyaozi's, who could condense water vapor in the air into ice, this was a difference in realm. Murong Fu's Yin and Yang energies were superior in quality, at least enough to control a Grandmaster. However... Grandmasters have many methods, how could they be approached by a thin piece of ice?

Therefore, Murong Fu was only able to use the Life and Death Talisman after the Sweeper Monk's protective aura was broken.

Murong Fu said, "Master, since you attacked first, it's not disrespectful of me to use the Life and Death Talisman on you."

After all, Master is a martial arts grandmaster, and Ziran is alone. My Murong family has many relatives. With your personality of shouting and killing people right away, I have to be on guard.

This will also prevent me from coming back to Shaolin Temple to kill all the monks and take my anger out on them in the future.

"Once Yu Yan and I both reach the Grandmaster level, we will unravel the mystery for you, Master."

Murong Fu estimated that by the time Yu Yan reached the Grandmaster level, he would have already reached the Great Grandmaster level, at which point he would be completely unafraid of the old monk.

Upon hearing this, the sweeping monk calmly said, "It was this old monk who wronged Murong Jutu. You have already shown mercy, so this old monk has nothing to say about it."

However... this Layman Xiao, could you allow me to save him?

Seeing Murong Fu nod, the sweeping monk walked towards Xiao Feng and his son.

Xiao Feng was puzzled and looked at Murong Fu with questions in his eyes. But after seeing Murong Fu nod to him, he trusted him and had the Sweeper Monk take the household registration book from his father, Xiao Yuanshan. Then he walked up to Murong Fu.

Just as he was about to ask Brother Murong what was going on, he saw the other party wave his hand to signal him not to speak, and then hand over the half-full pot of wine to Qiao Feng.

Qiao Feng was a heavy drinker, but with his father's fate unknown, how could he possibly be in the mood for drinking? He held the bottle in his hand and looked at the old monk with concern.

Murong Fu knew that the old monk was indeed capable of healing Xiao Yuanshan; he was also a master of medicine, capable of bringing the dead back to life.

It was obvious that Xiao Yuanshan was in a state between life and death.

However, there is absolutely no trace of the "fierce spirit" that the Sweeper Monk mentioned in the original work.

After all, he had met Kumārajīva and Murong Bo before and could see that they had some physical problems, but he couldn't figure out the cause of their illnesses.

It's likely that this is what the sweeping monk in the original story meant by the "fierce energy" generated from practicing Shaolin martial arts without any Buddhist foundation, but it could also be something else that the old monk falsely called "fierce energy."

Murong Fu may not know that those who engage in religious activities do indeed enjoy deceiving people.

All the people saw was the old monk grabbing Xiao Yuanshan by the back of his neck and walking through this fast-paced terrain.

Ideally, he should be able to fly through the air without being restricted by terrain, but unfortunately, his protective aura was just broken by Murong Fu, and he needs to rest for a while before he can fly again.

Half an incense stick later, the old monk stepped into the air and walked on the void, swinging Xiao Yuanshan's head like a whip.

Xiao Feng wanted to say something, but seeing Murong Fu standing to the side, he chose to trust him, took a big gulp of wine, and suppressed the shock and hatred in his heart.

Despite being suspended in mid-air with nothing to rely on, the old monk moved as if walking on flat ground, sometimes standing on the treetops, sometimes on the plaque of the Sutra Repository, and sometimes climbing the steps.

The monks silently chanted their sutras upon seeing this, while the heroes stared in disbelief.

They were all thinking, if the old monk who was defeated by Murong Fu had such divine skills, just how strong was Murong Fu?

Bathed in the gazes of the crowd, Murong Fu remained completely unconcerned, instead using his left hand to support the head of the old woman.

He also took out a pot of chilled rice wine with his right hand, clinked it with Qiao Feng's, and started drinking it by himself.

But seeing the old monk's wind-riding supernatural power, he was filled with envy, thinking that after it was over, besides asking about the mysteries of the grandmaster,

We need to ask him carefully if he can learn this move now...

After a short while, the old monk placed Xiao Yuanshan's corpse on the ground and said, "Hmm, let's revive him and improve his blood circulation."

Seeing the questioning look on Qiao Feng's face beside Murong Fu, he explained, "Master Xiao's internal injuries from practicing martial arts too much have caused him to become repressed and angry. We must first make him rest in a state of tortoise-like breathing before we can take measures to relieve his suffering."

Then, the sweeping monk sat down and used his inner energy to help Xiao Yuanshan into the same position. He then used his inner energy to lift Xiao Yuanshan's body, making him slowly rotate half a foot off the ground.

In a short while, wisps of white smoke rose from the top of Xiao Yuanshan's head. Then, it kept slapping the top of Xiao Yuanshan's head with its palm, sometimes slapping the "Dazhui" acupoint, and sometimes slapping the "Yuzhen" acupoint. The white smoke on the top of Xiao Yuanshan's head grew thicker and thicker.

After another incense stick's time, Xiao Yuanshan exhaled a breath of stale air and groaned, as if he had regained his breath.

Suddenly, the old monk shouted, as if striking someone on the head:

"Ha! All competitiveness and deep-seated hatred, all return to dust and vanish without a trace!"

Then Xiao Yuanshan slowly opened his eyes and woke up.

Overjoyed, Qiao Feng dropped the wine jar and rushed to his side. At the sweeping monk's signal, he helped his father up.

The sweeping monk said, "Xiao Jutu, you have gone through life and death, and life and death again. Is there anything you still can't let go of in your heart?"

If I had died just now, what would be left of the desire to avenge my wife?

The fierce and malevolent look in Xiao Yuanshan's eyes vanished, and he appeared much calmer, saying:

"I have been a monk at Shaolin Temple for thirty years, but it was all a lie. I have no compassion whatsoever as a Buddhist disciple. Today I have come to my senses and I humbly request that my master accept me into his monastic community."

The sweeping monk did not agree, but instead looked at Murong Fu.

Murong Fu had no interest in Xiao Yuanshan, a lunatic, though he understood that it was pitiful that he had been murdered for no reason and that his wife had mental problems.

But considering his attitude towards Qiao Feng, and the fact that he was a voyeur who liked to spy on Xuan Ci's affair and childbirth, I felt that this man should stay here and become a monk.

After seeing Murong Fu nod, the Sweeper Monk said to Xiao Yuanshan, "So you don't want to avenge your wife's death?"

Xiao Yuanshan shook his head and replied, "I have killed countless people in my life. Although I killed Khitans before, I only started killing Han people after Yanmen Pass."

But now that I think about it, what's the difference between the Khitans and the Han Chinese?

If the relatives of those I have killed all come to seek revenge, I would not be satisfied even if I died a hundred times.

I even wanted to kill Feng'er's adoptive parents who raised him, as well as Master Xuanku who never harmed my wife and even taught Feng'er martial arts. I was too murderous and my sins were too heavy.

I am willing to follow my master in my spiritual practice.

Qiao Feng looked at his father, wanting to say something, but hesitated to speak. He thought that his father's sins were indeed too deep and his bloodlust too heavy. It was right to kill Xuan Ci and others to avenge his mother, but it was inappropriate to also want to harm his adoptive parents and his mentor, who were good people who had never harmed anyone. It would be better for his father to spend the rest of his life with a Buddhist lamp and a Buddha than to be sought after for revenge and commit further killings.

The old monk, upon hearing Xiao Yuanshan's words, said, "If you wish to become a monk, then I will help you shave your head." He then reached out and rubbed Xiao Yuanshan's head twice, and all of his already very short hair fell out.

Those with profound skills, such as Murong Fu, could see that he used his powerful internal energy to pluck out the hair one by one. However, because of his skillful technique, the scalp was unharmed. If an ordinary person were to pluck someone's hair, it would surely draw blood.

Murong Fu felt a pang of pain upon seeing this, thinking to himself that his innate formless sword energy was actually quite suitable for this, and could even be used for surgery.

But seeing the master and disciple, one pulling with great enthusiasm and the other being pulled with great enthusiasm, Murong Fu did not intend to disturb them.

In fact, Xiao Yuanshan was originally dressed as a monk, but he had shaved his head to pretend to be a monk in order to infiltrate Shaolin Temple. Now, he has shaved his head again to truly convert to Buddhism and become a real monk.

Then, Murong Fu asked the people present, "I think I just heard that someone has a problem with me?"

Naturally, no one dared to speak anymore.

The members of the Bow Gang, who considered themselves to have a past relationship with Murong Fu, quickly said, "Who in the Central Plains martial arts world doesn't know the illustrious name of Young Master Murong?"

Anyone who has a problem with Young Master Murong is going against my Bow Gang!

The old beggar called for peace, the young beggar called for limit, and the other heroes, though dissatisfied, dared not say anything.

When Murong Fu fought the old monk, the aftershocks of their battle could shatter the bluestone into tofu; he himself was far less hard than that bluestone...

Murong Fuchong nodded to Elder Chen, whose old face beamed with a smile as bright as a blooming chrysanthemum when he saw the young master Murong nod to him.

After straightening his back for seventy or eighty years, it finally started to arch backward.

Murong Fu then told the others to leave as soon as possible if they were alright. Elder Chen and Bai Wuchen immediately put on the airs of hosts and urged the other heroes to leave.

After confirming with the Sweeper Monk, Masters Xuanji, Xuantong, and others bowed to Murong Fu and the others before heading to the mountain gate to greet the heroes.

There has to be an explanation and some form of hospitality for bringing so many people over.

After all the bystanders left, the group went to a secluded meditation room.

Murong Fu then asked the sweeping monk:

"Master, how should I address you? Also... I'm quite curious, how old are you this year?"