Martial Arts Crossover: I am the strongest demonic monk of Tianlong Temple

Meanwhile, inside the Swallow's Nest in Canhe Village.

Murong Fu sat cross-legged in the quiet room, his face still showing a sickly pallor.

After several days of recuperation, his chest injury has finally healed by about 60-70%.

But every time I practice, I still feel a dull pain in my chest.

"Young Master."

The retainer Deng Baichuan bowed and said, "Regarding the little monk you mentioned earlier..."

"My subordinates have tried to find out his background through various means, but we still can't find out anything about him. It's as if he appeared out of thin air."

He paused, then continued, "However, before coming to Mantuo Manor, he did something big in Suzhou."

"Liu Canglan, the leader of the Xuanwu Hall of the Taihu Gang, and his only son were both killed by him."

Upon hearing this, Murong Fu frowned. "The Taihu Gang actually swallowed this insult?!"

It's important to know that Liu Canglan is no nobody; he is the head of the Xuanwu Hall.

The fact that the leader of the gang was killed, yet the Taihu Gang didn't launch a large-scale retaliation, speaks volumes.

Deng Baichuan shook his head and sighed, "My investigation revealed that the Taihu Gang is handling this matter with extreme discretion, as if...they have some reservations!"

Murong Fu's expression grew even uglier; this little monk seemed even more troublesome than he had imagined.

"Are we just going to stand by and watch that brat break into the Murong family's important territory—the Huanshi Water Pavilion?"

The thought that the martial arts manuals collected by the Murong family over hundreds of years might be 'arbitrarily' read by outsiders, and that he was powerless to stop it, was deeply troubling.

He felt like an 'incompetent husband'.

"No, no!"

Seeing this, Bao Butong quickly snapped his folding fan shut.

"Why must you boost the morale of others, young master?"

He laughed and said, "If that little monk comes, with my silver tongue, I can persuade him with emotion and reason."

"If we explain the pros and cons further, we might be able to persuade the young monk to give up that inappropriate idea!"

His point was simple: to use debate to humiliate the opponent and force them to back down.

"If it were that simple, we wouldn't be having this headache here."

Gongye Qian, a retainer on the other side, retorted, "How about... using poison?"

"I know about the Western Xia..."

Just as Murong Fu was about to speak, he heard a clear Buddhist chant coming from outside the courtyard, clearly reaching everyone's ears.

"Amitabha!"

Murong Fu was startled. No way, that little monk arrived so quickly?!

With a creak, the door to the quiet room opened by itself, even without any wind.

There were two figures, a man and a woman, standing at the door. Who else could they be but Chen Mo and Mu Wanqing?

"Young Master Murong, how have you been?"

Chen Mo smiled, his gaze calmly sweeping over everyone in the room. "We... meet again!"

A hint of embarrassment and a touch of panic flashed across Murong Fu's face.

They were just talking behind the scenes about the crickets, but they never expected that the crickets would find them here so quietly.

I wonder if the other party overheard our conversation?

He suppressed his unease, quickly stood up, and forced a warm smile.

"oops!"

"Master, your esteemed presence is an honor! I am so sorry for not welcoming you sooner!"

"Why didn't you inform us beforehand that the master was coming? We could have cleaned the courtyard and given him a grand welcome!"

Chen Mo waved his hand and smiled, "Young Master Murong, you're too kind. There's no need for such formalities."

"I'm sure you know why I've come here, young master."

"Then let's return the Water Pavilion..."

He went straight to the point, causing Murong Fu's smile to freeze instantly.

"No, no!"

Bao Butong immediately jumped out, walked to Murong Fu's side, and cupped his hands in greeting to Chen Mo.

He laughed and said, "Master, Huanshi Water Pavilion is an important place for my Murong clan."

"The collection is related to the family's centuries-old heritage; how could we possibly allow outsiders to enter at will?"

"The master is also a monk, so he must know the principle that 'a gentleman does not take what others cherish'."

"To force someone to do something against their will is not the way of a high-ranking monk!"

Seeing that Chen Mo didn't speak, he became even more enthusiastic.

"If everyone were like the master, using their superior martial arts skills to pry into other people's secrets at will, where would the morality of the martial arts world be?"

Where is the law and etiquette?

He talked on and on, and his saliva almost sprayed onto Chen Mo's face.

After listening to his long speech, Chen Mo picked at his ear and looked at Murong Fu. "Young Master Murong, what do you think?"

Murong Fu felt uneasy under his gaze. Why was this little monk not playing by the rules?

Normally, wouldn't we be having a tense and exciting 'debate competition' with Bao Butong?!

But now, the other party is completely ignoring Bao Butong and throwing the question back at him, forcing him to make a statement.

Seeing that Chen Mo was ignoring him, Bao Butong felt embarrassed.

"master!"

He raised his voice, "I'm talking to you, how can you ignore me?"

"Could this... be the master's way of treating people?!"

Chen Mo glanced at Bao Butong and said, "I was just talking to your young master, and you did the same thing, rambling on and on."

"This humble monk...couldn't understand a single word!"

Hearing Chen Mo's words, Mu Wanqing, standing behind him, couldn't help but laugh out loud.

She quickly raised her hand to cover her mouth, but her cool eyes were already filled with laughter.

"you……!"

Bao Butong was so speechless that his face turned red. He pointed his folding fan at Chen Mo, trembling for a long time, but he couldn't manage to utter a complete "No, no."

"Get lost."

Feng Bo'e stepped forward and said, "It is impossible for you to enter the Huanshi Water Pavilion of my Murong Clan."

"Want to go in? Wait for the next generation..."

Before he could finish speaking, Chen Mo casually pointed out.

Boom!

An invisible finger strike shot out, faster than anyone could imagine!

"Noisy!"

Feng Bo'e had no time to react; he felt as if a heavy hammer had struck his chest.

He was sent flying backward, crashing heavily into the beams and pillars of the quiet room with a dull thud.

"puff--!"

He fell to the ground, vomited blood, and his face turned deathly pale.

He had clearly suffered severe internal injuries and was unable to speak!

"Fourth brother!"

"Fourth Brother Feng!"

When Deng Baichuan, Gongye Qian, and other retainers saw this scene, they were both shocked and furious, and they all shouted angrily.

They instantly assumed a fighting stance, and the atmosphere in the quiet room immediately became tense!

Chen Mo smiled slightly, "What makes you think that this humble monk is easy to talk to?!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the phantom image of a dragon and an elephant appeared behind him, its majestic aura suppressing the entire scene like a mountain!

Apart from Mu Wanqing and Murong Fu being unharmed, everyone else in the quiet room felt a weight on their shoulders.

Deng Baichuan, Gongye Qian, and others smashed their knees through the floor tiles, barely able to support themselves with their trembling arms.

what? !

Murong Fu's expression grew increasingly grim. He took a deep breath and said, "Stop, Master."

"I... I agree!"

He knew that if the other party really wanted to kill, everyone here would probably be wiped out.

Even he was the same!

"Good, good!"

Chen Mo clasped his hands together, "Young Master Murong is indeed a reasonable person!"

The phantom images of dragons and elephants behind it suddenly vanished.

Deng Baichuan and the others immediately felt a sense of relief. Hearing their young master compromise, they couldn't help but exclaim, "Young master, you mustn't..."

"enough."

Murong Fu's eyes narrowed. "The mere Huanshi Water Pavilion is nothing compared to your lives."

"Young Master!"