Seeing his compassionate and condescending demeanor, Murong Fu raised an eyebrow and said:
"Master, my neck is uncomfortable. May I lower my head to speak?"
"It was my oversight."
The sweeping monk sat cross-legged, looking up to meet Murong Fu's gaze.
This time, Murong Fu looked down at him with a smile and said, "Master, I have a question I would like to discuss with you."
The sweeping monk looked up and said, "Please speak."
Murong Fu said, "As the saying goes, a life for a life, and the hatred of killing one's father must be avenged. Although the Holy Monk is fulfilling the dreams of the world, he has indeed become an executioner. I wonder what the Holy Monk thinks?"
Before the sweeping monk could speak, the other monks reacted strongly.
"Murong Fu! Don't think you're so great just because your father is dead! Our abbot is dead too!"
"The Sweeping Monk has already said that he will chant scriptures for a hundred years to atone for his sins. What more do you want?"
"Don't think the Shaolin Temple is made of clay!"
The monks were filled with righteous indignation and were eager to fight.
"Calm down!" the sweeping monk said calmly, his voice like a sacred chant, instantly quieting the monks and calming their minds.
"This matter is indeed my fault, and the great disaster is also the result of my indulgence. What is the cause of today is the effect of today; cause and effect are cyclical, and I am willing to accept this karmic retribution." The sweeping monk said with a compassionate and merciful expression:
"I wonder what Benefactor Murong intends to do? This old monk is willing to accept the punishment."
"Shaolin Temple is a den of iniquity and rife with violence; it is not a place for monks to leave home. I demand that Shaolin Temple expel all laymen and outer disciples and close the temple for a hundred years until my mind has settled down before reopening its gates."
Murong Fu said loudly.
"impossible!"
Xuanbei immediately stepped forward and rebuked him, saying, "Murong Fu, you are a wolf in sheep's clothing, attempting to overthrow Shaolin Temple. You deserve to die! I will send you to the Western Paradise to await the Buddha's enlightenment!"
Before he could finish speaking...
Xuanbei unleashed a powerful palm strike, like a raging storm, with astonishing force.
Murong Fu made no move, but his gaze was so powerful it seemed as if a thousand punches and palms were striking back.
"ah!!!"
Xuan Bei screamed and flew backward, spitting out blood, his expression blank, as if he had witnessed the most unbelievable thing in the world.
"Senior Brother Xuanbei!"
The monks rushed over to help Xuanbei up, all of them shocked.
Murong Fu is truly terrifying!
"Benefactor Murong is skilled in martial arts."
The sweeping monk stared intently at Murong Fu, taking him seriously for the first time. This boy was surprisingly unassuming.
Murong Fu sneered, "Holy Monk, you flatter me. I am not skilled in martial arts, but I have taken a step ahead in the path of Tao. Holy Monk, do you know that Buddhism is the Tao?"
"Buddha is the Tao?" The sweeping monk was taken aback. "Your thoughts are quite profound, and I am too dull to understand them."
"Whether you understand or not is unimportant. What matters is that I'm stronger than you." Murong Fu smiled, his eyes like knives pressed against the sweeping monk's neck: "Understand?"
The sweeping monk was horrified. For so many years, he had actually felt threatened by Murong Fu. Since he entered Shaolin Temple, nothing like this had ever happened.
"Amitabha!"
The sweeping monk closed his eyes and clasped his hands together. "Benefactor Murong, your Buddhist teachings are profound. If you were to enter my Buddhist sect, you would surely become a person of extraordinary talent and ability."
Murong Fu smiled and raised an eyebrow, saying, "Is that so? Then if I enter the Buddhist order, may I become the abbot?"
"You scoundrel! Don't even think about it!"
Xuan Bei clutched his chest; though blood was flowing from it, his voice was full of energy.
Murong Fu's gaze was cold and sharp, piercing Xuan Bei. He said in a cold voice, "I am easy to talk to, but that doesn't mean I have no temper. What kind of Tom, Dick, or Harry dares to interrupt? If you keep making noise, I'll send you to see the Buddha!"
The sound was like a sword, piercing Xuan Bei's body.
puff!
Xuan Bei coughed up another mouthful of blood, his whole body completely weakened, and his internal energy dissipated rapidly, like a river flowing into the sea.
"Senior Brother Xuanbei!"
The monks wailed again.
Murong Fu said coldly, "Don't worry, he's not dead. I just destroyed his dantian to prevent him from acting impulsively. Since he's entered the Buddhist sect, he should cultivate Buddhism properly. What kind of Buddhism is he cultivating? What kind of scriptures is he chanting? He's putting the cart before the horse!"
The monks dared not speak out in anger, and all glared at Murong Fu.
For a martial artist, what difference is there between destroying their dantian and death? It's even more cruel!
The onlookers fell silent. Murong Fu was so powerful! He had actually driven Shaolin Temple to the brink of destruction!
What kind of Qiao Feng is he to be compared to Murong Fu of the South?
Looking at Qiao Feng's corpse, many people questioned their own existence, having previously placed Qiao Feng on the same level as Murong Fu.
"From this day forward, I am the abbot of Shaolin Temple. Who agrees and who disagrees?"
Murong Fu unleashed his pressure without anyone noticing. The aura of a late-stage Grandmaster was like a storm, causing everyone to gasp for breath and feel their scalps tingle.
The sweeping monk's pupils shrank sharply. He had lived in seclusion at Shaolin Temple for a hundred years, but his cultivation level had not increased at all. On the contrary, the young man in front of him, despite his young age, had already surpassed him.
Was I really wrong?
The sweeping monk took a deep breath and said, "Amitabha... no, Infinite Heavenly Venerable! I hereby leave Shaolin Temple and join Taoism. Is this satisfactory, Young Master Murong?"
However, Murong Fu shook his head and said:
"What are you doing? Did I tell you to leave Shaolin Temple?"
“You still need to stay at Shaolin Temple to sweep the floors and continue to contribute to Shaolin Temple. How can you just quit like that?”
Murong Fu's cold words caused the Sweeper Monk to frown deeply.
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