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

Chapter 126 The Whereabouts of Xiaoyaozi

As he said this, the monk glanced at the old woman and sighed, saying, "I didn't expect that the old woman hasn't changed at all over the years."

The old woman looked bewildered, but it made sense, as she had returned to the Free and Unfettered Sect after many years and was excited to see her senior brother.

Apart from the addition of a little girl, nothing else had changed in the sect, so naturally, she remembered it clearly.

For Granny Tong, it was just an ordinary day. A stranger came to ask her master for tea, so how could she possibly remember it?

Moreover, the Sweeping Monk was only middle-aged back then, but now he's almost two hundred years old...::

Seeing that the two of them were both silent, Murong Fu asked:

"and then?"

The sweeping monk looked bitter and said, "Back then, I entered the Grandmaster level with unorthodox skills, thinking that I could finally stand shoulder to shoulder with my senior brother, but I never expected... I still can't see through his realm."

He has returned to simplicity and nature, becoming a figure akin to a celestial being.

Yes, you all probably want to ask about the Grandmaster realm, right?

In this old monk's opinion, all three of you are capable of becoming grandmasters.

Everyone in the martial arts world knows that cultivating internal energy is third-rate; opening up the meridians and allowing internal energy to circulate in the body is second-rate; opening up the eight extraordinary meridians and allowing internal energy to circulate in the body, so that internal strength is endless and one obtains a breath of innate true energy, is first-rate, also known as innate.

At this point, one can already project internal energy outwards. As for the so-called "super first-class", it is not actually a realm. It is just a small division based on the ability to project internal energy outwards to the point of being able to shatter rocks.

A grandmaster, on the other hand, can form internal energy into a powerful force, creating walls of energy with every gesture. They can also walk on air, and if they are willing to exert themselves, they can even ascend to the heavens step by step.

The sweeping monk pointed to the sky, and Murong Fu and the other two couldn't help but look up as well.

After all, flying is a yearning in the latent genes of mankind. When Murong Fu first obtained the lightness skill "Stepping on the Moon and Leaving Fragrance", he once flew on a kite and looked down at the beautiful scenery of Suzhou. Although the wind was strong, it was really beautiful.

The sweeping monk continued, "The difference between the Innate and Grandmaster levels lies in the quality and depth of one's true energy; it's just that most people haven't mastered it."

Even a mediocre person like this old monk could reach the level of a grandmaster, let alone you.

Murong Fu and Wang Yuyan nodded, while Tianshan Tonglao looked unwell. She remembered that the old monk claimed to have become a grandmaster at the age of 58, but she was 96 years old and had not yet broken through, so she couldn't help but feel disappointed.

Tong Lao originally thought that her martial arts were the best in the world. After all, she had never met her match in her life. Even Wu Yazi, the leader of their Xiaoyao Sect, had to call her senior sister.

But later she met Murong Fu and realized that she might be able to rank second. She saw Wang Yuyan's talent and accepted that she could only be third in the future.

Now, after being brutally beaten by this great monk and learning that he had become a grandmaster before the age of 60, Tong Lao finally understood what it meant to be outmatched and to be in a world beyond our understanding.

She has been hit with too many setbacks during this period.

Murong Fu was not surprised by the Sweeper Monk's statement, because he already knew that if he practiced Mingyu Gong to a high level, he could naturally reach the level of a Grandmaster.

Murong Fu was originally a top-tier master in overall strength, but a second-rate expert in internal energy. After his internal energy was replaced with the Mingyu Gong,

It transformed into the fifth layer.

Murong Fu remembered that Lianxing had said that the sixth level of Mingyu Gong was already a first-class master, which was indeed consistent with the power division in the Tianlong world.

And at the eighth level, one would be invincible; perhaps then, one could step into the realm of a grandmaster.

Then, the sweeping monk asked Wang Yuyan, "Laywoman Wang, do you practice all three fundamental skills of the Free and Unfettered Sect simultaneously?"

Wang Yuyan nodded. Murong Fu knew that his cousin didn't like talking to strangers, so he continued, "It was Senior Wuyazi who told her that by using Beiming as a foundation and then cultivating the 'Eternal Youth Skill' and the 'Lesser Formless Skill,' it would be possible to study the combination of the three skills and cultivate the 'Free and Easy Wind Control.'"

However, what's a bit special is that Yu Yan originally cultivated the Lesser Formless Skill, but later, Senior Wu Ya Zi passed on his skills to her and she switched to the Northern Darkness Divine Skill. After that, she cultivated the Lesser Formless Skill and the Longevity Skill.

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The sweeping monk nodded and said, "Yes, my senior brother did tell me to cultivate the Northern Darkness School, and if that didn't work, to try the other two. He said that with the Northern Darkness School as the foundation, one could embrace all things..."

Back then, I never took my senior's good intentions to heart...

"Then, Murong Jutu, what kind of cultivation method do you practice? I have never seen your cultivation method in my entire life."

Murong Fu said, "Master, I practice the 'Mingyu Skill,' which was taught to me by Heaven. I saw it by chance on a stone wall."

The sweeping monk nodded. He didn't know if Murong Fu was telling the truth, but he knew that the world was vast.

As a child, he thought the Free and Unfettered Sect represented the entire world. Later, after venturing out, he realized that the world was actually comprised of countless Free and Unfettered Sects.

Then, with a wave of his hand, he grabbed paper and pen from a wooden table not far away, and said as he wrote, "I will write down the secret manual of 'Free and Easy Wind Riding' for you."

I've been studying this secret manual for ten years, from age eighteen to twenty-eight, and I still haven't gotten the hang of it, hahaha.

Years ago, I also thought this secret manual was going to be lost. One day, while chatting with my senior brother over tea, I learned that in the years after I left, he had been keeping an eye on me and searching the world for a successor who could inherit "Free and Easy Wind Riding".

Unexpectedly, even finding a disciple who could practice basic techniques proved to be so difficult.

At that moment, the resentment in my heart and the arrogance of becoming a master dissipated.

So, it turns out my senior brother is also a fool.

As soon as the sweeping monk finished speaking, he quickly wrote a stack of papers and handed them to Murong Fu.

Murong Fu casually gave it to Wang Yuyan and told her to write it down.

The sweeping monk said, "Both Layman Murong and Layman Wu can take a look, but Layman Wu might not understand it."

The old woman was already numb, so she just nodded. Strictly speaking, this person was still her martial uncle. The three people present were all more talented than her, so she let them say whatever they wanted.

A short while later, Wang Yuyan handed the manuscript to Murong Fu and nodded to indicate that she had memorized it.

Murong Fu took the manuscript and put it directly into his personal space, where it was safer than anywhere else.

The sweeping monk was taken aback for a moment, then recalled that he seemed to have used this technique at least when he fought with Wu Xingyun, and couldn't help but say, "Master Murong, you have quite the skill."

Murong Fu nodded and asked, "Master, where did Senior Xiaoyaozi go after that?"

The old woman was also very curious about this. Back then, their master told them to practice their skills diligently, as he was going to leave this place to do some business in a faraway place. After that, the three of them never saw Xiaoyaozi again.

Later, her junior brothers and sisters also left without saying goodbye, leaving Granny Tong alone for many years. So she began adopting baby girls and abandoned women.

Before she knew it, a large group had formed. After all, she was not the leader of the Xiaoyao Sect, and most of these people were of average talent and could not possibly join the Xiaoyao Sect. So, she took the opportunity to establish the Lingjiu Palace.

Taking control of the thirty-six caves and seventy-two islands would facilitate the collection of supplies and the gathering of intelligence.

Information about my junior sister and my master.

But after making all the inquiries, she only found out about that vile woman, Li Qiushui. She didn't care at all about her junior brother and master, the two people she truly cared about.

The sweeping monk said, "I don't know either. My senior brother stopped urging me to practice martial arts like he did when I was twenty."

Instead, he kept showing me his paintings and calligraphy, letting me listen to him play the piano, and playing chess with me.

But over the years, I've been so engrossed in martial arts that I've neglected everything else, including music, chess, calligraphy, painting, medicine, and martial arts.

I couldn't understand it at all, couldn't hear it, and couldn't understand it at all... I only remember that the tea my senior brother brewed was awful...

Long after I left, I suddenly realized I didn't know what I had been busy with all these years, or what it was for.

Perhaps it was because my senior brother's martial arts level was too high that I completely lost the will to compete.

Or perhaps I've come to terms with it and am no longer trapped in it.

Years later, I saw my senior brother again. He told me many things and gave me some of his calligraphy and paintings. By then, I was no longer the martial arts fanatic I used to be, and I had picked up some skills again. My senior brother's calligraphy and paintings... were really good. I also had a basic understanding of music and knew how to play chess. I knew that my senior brother's "music, chess, calligraphy and painting" were indeed superb.

But when asked about the medical skills he initially wanted to learn, he seemed to fall into deep thought.

He told me that he knew his natural talent was limited and that no one could be proficient in everything, so he planned to pass on his medical skills to his disciples for study.

But many years after my senior brother disappeared, I met his disciple Wuyazi and learned that his medical skills were unparalleled.

It's probably just that he didn't meet his expectations... just like me, his foolish junior brother...

However, the tea he brewed... was as awful as ever.

When Tong Lao didn't hear any news about Xiaoyaozi, she couldn't hide her disappointment and muttered, "That's right, Master's tea has always been terrible, and it's always been different each time."

But when I was little, I only knew that this was what tea tasted like.

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At this point, the sweeping monk continued, "Later, I understood what a saying means: 'When you're in the martial world, you're not in control of your own destiny.'"

Previously, he was extremely passionate about martial arts, and killing was a daily routine for him.

But later, he discovered that in the martial arts world, it's either you kill someone, or someone kills you...

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Murong Fu nodded. That's how it is in the martial world; with a sharp weapon in hand, the desire to kill naturally arises.

Although he disliked killing, he couldn't resist the urge to die when someone was asking for it.

"One day, I heard that there was a saying that 'all martial arts under heaven originated from Shaolin,' so I became curious and sneaked into the Shaolin Temple's Sutra Repository."

In just two years, he mastered all seventy-two Shaolin skills, but he also discovered the peculiarities of Shaolin martial arts.

The murderous aura and ferocity I once possessed were the resources I used to crush the will of others when facing enemies.

Unexpectedly, after learning this Shaolin skill, it became a poison that attacked my body.

But for a grandmaster, this is just troublesome, not fatal.

Later, when I had some free time, I started reading Buddhist scriptures. I remember it was the Diamond Sutra, and from then on, I stayed in that library, immersing myself in Buddhism...

If it weren't for the presence of you all, kind patrons and lay Buddhists, this old monk would have long forgotten those past events.

After speaking, the sweeping monk put his hands together and bowed again.

While Wang Yuyan seemed lost in thought and Tong Lao looked dejected, Murong Fu's wariness of this so-called Buddhist teachings grew even stronger.

Look, this religion has turned this carefree master into a Shaolin sweeping monk.

Then, as if remembering something, he asked, "Master, perhaps Senior Xiaoyaozi has broken through the void and gone?"

Like the founder of Shaolin Temple, Bodhidharma?

Murong Fu had previously heard of the stories of Bodhidharma and Zhang Sanfeng breaking through the void and ascending to the upper realm, so he made such a guess about Xiaoyaozi's whereabouts.

The sweeping monk frowned and pondered for a moment, then said, "It's uncertain..."

He then added, "Master Murong, your techniques and moves are profound and far surpass those of this world. Even my senior brother's improved techniques pale in comparison."

"If I were to wield power over the world in the future, it would be a blessing for all the people. This old monk would be at your beck and call."

Under Murong Fu's questioning gaze, the sweeping monk added, "My Free and Unfettered Sect naturally has some knowledge of 'The Divine Physiognomy of the Hemp Robe'."

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Before Murong Fu and the others could say anything more, the sweeping monk took his leave.

Murong Fu now knows many secrets he didn't know before, and he has also obtained a divine skill, although it is not as good as the Mingyu Skill, so he doesn't need to practice it.

But Yu Yan and her future children will need it.

Furthermore... Murong Fu looked at his system panel:

[Tianlong World: Exploration Progress 42%] (13% Energy Recharge)

After defeating the Sweeper Monk in front of everyone, his world exploration level suddenly increased by several points.

He then thought of the group of Central Plains masters gathered by Shaolin...: Hmm, how about we make use of them?

Come here.

So Murong Fu called Qiao Feng, and the four of them went to the mountain gate to meet up with their families.

When Azi saw Murong Fu, her eyes lit up. She simply adjusted her position to be slightly further away from Tong Lao and tugged at Murong Fu's sleeve, saying:

"Wow, brother-in-law."

I heard you were quite the big shot inside just now, grabbing and beating the oldest monk in Shaolin Temple, slamming his bald head against a bluestone, cracking it!

You're amazing!

Murong Fu was utterly speechless. How long had it been? Only a kilometer away, and such rumors were already circulating. Moreover, he overheard others discussing him, and everyone had a different version of events: some said it was suppressed by the Heaven-Turning Seal, some said it was the summoning of Arhat images, some said his longsword flew out and beheaded eight hundred monks, some said the old monk was actually a woman…

Murong Fu suddenly felt very tired. He wondered what version of the story would reach the ears of people thousands of miles away a year or two later.

He patted Azi's head, telling her to be good and not to cause trouble.

But now Azi wanted to shout: "Old Immortal Murong is invincible!"

However, thinking of his fellow disciples from the Xingxiu Sect who were now all in the pharmacies of Gusu, he felt helpless and that even if he shouted himself hoarse, his voice would be weak.

Azhu, Abi, Zhongling, and the others rushed over to check if Murong Fu was injured; they were always so gentle.

Li Qinglu inquired about the details of the battle, believing her husband to be invincible.

Mu Wanqing stood at a distance, wanting to ask but feeling awkward seeing so many people surrounding Murong Fu.

Bao Butong and his group were busy driving away anyone who tried to approach the young master and his family. After all, fame brings its own set of problems; in the martial arts world, there's no shortage of fools, no shortage of anything.

After calming them down, Murong Fu went to find the high monk from Shaolin and asked him to make the martial arts practitioners inside and outside the temple anxious.

Murong Fu has something to announce.