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

Murong Fu felt as if he had been granted a pardon, and quickly took his leave under some pretext, leading his four generals up the mountain in haste.

Wanwan watched Murong Fu's hasty departure, a hint of amusement flashing in her eyes.

She turned to look at Chen Mo, her bare feet lightly touching the ground, the silver bells on her ankles making a soft sound.

“Young Master, as far as I know, Murong Fu is considered one of the best among the younger generation.”

"Why do I react to you like a mouse seeing a cat?"

Chen Mo clasped his hands together, shook his head, and said, "How could that be?"

"Perhaps Young Master Murong was impressed by my Buddhist teachings and developed a sense of respect for me."

"Oh?"

Wanwan chuckled softly, "Are you truly convinced by Buddhism?"

"In my opinion, they should have been defeated by the little master's fists, right?"

But in his heart, he secretly thought that the little monk in front of him was no ordinary person.

It should be noted that the Yin Gui Sect's intelligence network knew everything about Murong Fu, but couldn't find any trace of Chen Mo's background.

It was as if it appeared out of nowhere.

The more mysterious it was, the more Wanwan's curiosity was piqued.

This is also the main reason why she wanted to follow Chen Mo.

Chapter 78 The Ingenious Chess Game

Not long after.

Chen Mo followed the group to the top of the mountain and looked at the plants and trees on both sides of the path, which were arranged according to a special feng shui pattern.

He shook his head almost imperceptibly.

From this, it is clear that Su Xinghe is an exceptionally talented individual.

As Wu Yazi's eldest disciple, his knowledge was extremely diverse.

He was proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, painting, feng shui, gardening, chess skills, medicine, astrology, divination, etc., but his skills in martial arts were not profound.

If he could focus on martial arts, his strength would probably be at least no worse than Ding Chunqiu's.

But now he can only pretend to be deaf and dumb here in order to avoid Ding Chunqiu's pursuit.

However, since his master never found a successor, Su Xinghe himself took in eight disciples, known as the Eight Friends of Hangu Pass.

It's quite amazing that he took these eight people as his disciples with the intention of having them focus on martial arts as their primary skill and crafts as a secondary skill.

Who would have thought that these eight disciples would all become craft experts and learn martial arts as a side skill?

He stood in front of the chessboard, his gaze slowly sweeping over everyone present, his brows furrowing almost imperceptibly.

Although many of these heroes in the martial arts world possessed imposing presence, most of them had rugged appearances or vulgar temperaments.

There are a few who look decent, but they lack a certain charm or elegance.

It should be noted that when the Xiaoyao Sect accepts disciples, innate talent and aptitude are secondary considerations.

The first requirement is appearance; men must have delicate features and be handsome.

The woman, on the other hand, must be pure and immaculate, with a beauty that could topple cities with a single smile and a nation with a second.

This tradition of appearance has been established since the founding of the sect by the patriarch Xiaoyaozi.

You can tell just by looking at the appearance and behavior of Wu Xingyun, Wu Yazi, and Li Qiushui.

Let's start with Wu Yazi's disciples. Don't be fooled by the fact that Ding Chunqiu is a notorious villain that everyone fears.

In reality, Ding Chunqiu is a very handsome man, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to hook up with his master's wife, Li Qiushui.

As for Su Xinghe, although he is old now, one can still tell that he must have been a handsome young man in his youth, otherwise how could he have caught Wuyazi's eye?

Then look at the Lingjiu Palace founded by Wu Xingyun, under whose command are the women of the Nine Heavens and Nine Departments.

They were all stunningly beautiful; none of them were plain-looking.

Su Xinghe withdrew his gaze, raised his hand and pointed to the 'Precious Chess Game' carved on the stone wall, gesturing for everyone to proceed.

The room fell silent.

These people knew perfectly well that none of them wanted to be the first to make a move.

After all, when others are playing chess, they can observe their moves.

By observing more, one might be able to decipher the game and successfully seize the great opportunity mentioned by the "wise and eloquent man".

Therefore, one cannot act rashly; no one wants to be someone else's stepping stone.

Just as the stalemate was at its peak.

Murong Fu laughed loudly and strode out of the crowd. "Since everyone is so modest, then I will offer my humble opinion as a starting point."

Wow!

The crowd immediately erupted in discussion.

"Is this the legendary 'Southern Murong'?"

"Truly an extraordinary demeanor!"

"He is an exceptionally handsome and talented man, a true role model for us all!"

"I've heard that his 'using their own methods against them' technique is unparalleled in the martial arts world..."

"..."

Murong Fu smiled slightly upon hearing these praises, clearly pleased.

He specially changed into a moon-white long robe today, which made him look even more handsome.

Su Xinghe's eyes lit up when he saw Murong Fu walk out.

This person is handsome and has a dignified demeanor, which is rare and meets the criteria for accepting disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect. I just don't know how good his chess skills are.

If we could solve the 'Precious Chess Game', that would be even better!

Thinking of this, he felt a bit of goodwill towards Murong Fu and then gestured for him to enter.

Murong Fu stood in front of the stone wall and picked up a white piece.

He read extensively from a young age, and although his chess skills weren't top-notch, he considered them quite good.

After only ten or so moves, fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

This game of chess may seem peaceful, but it is actually full of hidden tricks. Every move you make is like stepping into a new trap.

Seeing this, Su Xinghe couldn't help but sigh inwardly, "Still not working?!"

next second.

Murong Fu, who was focused on playing chess, gradually had his vision blurred, and the white and black pieces on the chessboard seemed to have transformed into generals and soldiers.

One group of men was on the east, another on the west; they surrounded each other, locked in a fierce and entangled battle.

Our troops, armed with white flags and white armor, were completely surrounded by the enemy, who wore black flags and black armor.

They charged left and right, but could not break through the encirclement, and their anxiety grew.

A thought suddenly arose in Murong Fu's mind: Could it be that the fate of the Murong clan has run its course, and all our efforts have been in vain?

I devoted my whole life to it, but in the end it all turned into a fleeting dream!

It's all about timing and fate; what more can be said?

He suddenly came to his senses, shouted, drew his long sword, and was about to slit his own throat.

what? !

No one expected this scene; Murong Fu was about to draw his sword and commit suicide while fighting.

With the four major families focused on their own young masters, they were naturally able to act immediately in case of an emergency and knock the sword from their hands.

With a clang, the longsword fell to the ground.

Murong Fu's longsword slipped from his hand, and he was startled awake from the illusion.

"Young master, it doesn't matter if you can't solve the chess game. Why are you so upset?"

Deng Baichuan said.

Murong Fu was somewhat bewildered, "What... what's wrong with me?!"

Gongye Qian, who was standing to the side, replied, "Young master, you were playing chess just now when you were about to draw your sword and commit suicide."

"In my opinion, this chess game is captivating and seems to contain illusions. Young master, you need not waste your time on it."

Murong Fu nodded, stood up, cupped his hands in a gesture of respect to Su Xinghe, and said, "I have lost."

After saying that, he retreated back into the crowd.

Su Xinghe nodded, a hint of regret on his face.

He put the dozen or so white and black pieces on the chessboard back into the wooden box.

Then, he gestured to everyone again, inviting them to join in.

On the stone chessboard, the original chess game has been restored.

The group exchanged bewildered glances; this "Precious Chess Game" seemed rather eerie.

Even 'Southern Murong' almost fell for it, his mind was bewitched, and if it weren't for his family retainers, he might have committed suicide there.

The experts who were originally eager to try all quietly took a half step back, clearly not daring to try it easily.

"Little master, why don't you give it a try?!"

Wanwan, who was standing next to Chen Mo, suddenly leaned close to his ear and breathed softly.

Mu Wanqing immediately stepped forward to separate the two, and said coldly, "My husband has his own plans, so there's no need for you, you vixen, to worry about them."

Wanwan smiled, said nothing more, and slowly walked to the stone chessboard.

"Since you are all so modest, then let me try to understand the mysteries of this game."