Listening to the names of the two, some doubts in Murong Fu's mind were also solved.

No wonder Tianshan Tong and Li Qiushui suddenly appeared in Shaolin and went against themselves, it turned out that they were to help the sweeping monks.

And the sweeping monk is actually the master of the two, isn't that the ancestor who founded the Xiaoyao faction?

In terms of age, at least one hundred and twenty or thirty years old, right?

After all, Tianshan Tong's grandmother is ninety-six years old, even if Xiaoyaozi is talented and created a Taoist system when he was young, it is normal to be one or twenty years older than Tianshan Tong's grandmother.

It's just that the head of the Xiaoyao faction, which is similar to the Taoist sect, why did he want to become a monk in Shaolin?

At this time, Murong Fu found that the cloud of doubt in his heart was solved, but it did not mean that this cloud of doubt had dissipated, but there were many more small doubts that puzzled him even more.

When he heard that Tianshan Tong's marrow cleansing scripture was actually obtained from Murong Fu, the sweeping monk also raised his eyebrows slightly, but he didn't show too much surprise.

"Qiushui, your love calamity has been solved, it seems that you are also entrusted with the blessing of this little Murong benefactor, right?"

The sweeping monk then looked at Li Qiushui and said.

A trace of unnaturalness flashed in Li Qiushui's expression and said, "Back to Master, fortunately, thanks to the help of this Murong Gongzi, the scar on the disciple's face has disappeared." ”

The sweeping monk smiled slightly: "The scar in your heart has long been eliminated, but the scar on your face will not disappear, so what's the matter?" ”

Seeing that the sweeping monk had a "body robbery" and a "love robbery" for the two of them, as if he would also be able to calculate hexagrams, Murong Fu couldn't help but ask: "Master, I don't know what kind of robbery I have?" Can you do the math for me? ”

The sweeping monk groaned for a moment and said with a smile: "Murong Xiao's calamity can't be calculated, if he can calculate it, he won't show up today!" ”

"So mysterious?"

Murong Fu couldn't help but wonder, could it be that he crossed over and became a son of destiny?

After all, those protagonists have a bumpy fate, and they can't calculate numerology simply by divination with hexagrams, but they are the same?

However, when he thought that what he had to do was always difficult, and that he did not have the privileges of the Child of Destiny at all, he hastened to dismiss this thought.

If he believes in heaven, what else will he try to do?

went straight to the end, and then broke out a big melon, saying that he was actually Duan Zhengchun's illegitimate son, and then competed with Duan Yu for the throne and successfully became the emperor of Dali, isn't this unpleasant?

But unfortunately, these are just his imaginations.

Just as Murong Fu was thinking wildly, the sweeping monk suddenly pointed out: "The white hair of Murong Xiao Bene's seems to have been born in response to the calamity, and it is contaminated with cause and effect that does not belong to you, it seems that my disciple's 'life calamity' has not been fulfilled, and it should have fallen in the hands of Murong Xiao Bene!" ”

"Fate? Is it a cliffless? Stinky boy, you killed Wuyazi? ”

Li Qiushui on the side didn't react, but on the other hand, Tianshan Tong's grandmother couldn't sit still, her eyes were full of anger, and she stared at Murong Fu.

Murong Fu didn't expect that even this matter would be known by the sweeping monk, this old monk would really be able to tell fortunes?

He's a little bit of a fan of this skill he wants to learn!

"Grandma Tong, don't be in a hurry to get angry, I have no choice but to do it!"

Murong Fu didn't want to argue with Tianshan Tong's grandmother, so he immediately told a few people that Wuyazi wanted to give up himself that day, and he kept an eye on it.

"Amitabha, good! Wonderful! ”

After hearing this, the sweeping monk showed a look of disappointment in his eyes, and he didn't know if he was disappointed because Wuyazi had evil thoughts, or if he was disappointed that Murong Fu was not taken away.

And after hearing this, Tianshan Tong's grandmother suddenly lost her temper.

Li Qiushui showed an expression of sudden realization.

"Master, I didn't expect that we are all our own people, for the sake of such fate, can you teach me this fortune-telling skill?"

Murong Fu smiled and couldn't help but rub his palms.

The sweeping monk smiled: "The little donor hasn't even figured out his own life, how can he tell the fortune of others?" You might as well tell the little donor that calculating the heavenly machine will cost him his life, and the old man has only calculated for seven people in his life. ”

"Which seven?"

Murong Fu asked curiously.

The sweeping monk seemed to have also opened the conversation, and said calmly: "My eldest disciple Tong Piaoyun, the second disciple Wuyazi, and the third disciple Li Qiushui...... Xiao Feng, the former leader of the beggar gang, Duan Shizi of Dali Kingdom, and you are the little benefactor of Murong! ”

"But the first six people can figure it out, but only the little donor's fate can't see through it!"

"Hey, isn't there only six of us? Who else is there? ”

Murong Fu noticed that the sweeping monk had obviously paused when he talked about the person behind Li Qiushui, and couldn't help but ask.

"The other person's fateful old man used to calculate it, but now he can't calculate it! Don't mention it! ”

Seeing Murong Fu's very curious appearance, this time the sweeping monk pretended to be profound and did not tell him.

Murong Fu pursed his lips, if it weren't for the sweeping monk's strong martial arts, he would have been beaten to death with a stick if he spoke half like this!

Now that he knew the identity of the sweeping monk, Murong Fu didn't care about the reason why Tianshan Tong and Li Qiushui came to Shaomu Mountain, and asked instead: "Dare to ask the master, what is the matter with the resurrection of the jade statue today?" ”

When he said this, even his expression had to be solemn.

After all, the jade statue is too strong, and he has no room to resist in front of the other party, and in the final analysis, it is just a jade statue, is it just like the immortal method, leaving a wisp of divine consciousness in the jade statue, and then this jade statue is resurrected?

So who can do that?

However, the jade statue is here to help the sweeping monk, and it is obvious that this old monk will definitely know the inside story.

Hearing Murong Fu's inquiry, the faces of Tianshan Tong and Li Qiushui changed significantly, but it was fleeting, and Murong Fu's attention was all on the sweeping monk, so they didn't find it.

"Regarding this matter, the cause of the little donor has not arrived, and the old man will not say much, as long as the little donor Murong knows that this jade statue will only be a jade statue in the future, and it will not be resurrected!"

Obviously, the sweeping monk didn't want to say much about this matter.

The corners of Murong Fu's mouth twitched, thinking that I would ask this sentence superbly.

Seeing that he couldn't ask anything, just as Murong Fu was about to get up and leave, he suddenly thought of something and sat down again, and asked: "Master, my father was injured by stealing the seventy-two stunts of your temple, and suffered from the severe pain of the three acupoints of Yangbai, Lianquan, and Fengfu, so I implore the master to save him!" ”

Murong Bo is also the father of his predecessor, and now although Murong Fu doesn't need him to help him, after all, he also occupies the body of someone else's son, so he wants to help.

However, he didn't mention Murong Bo's name, but with the supernatural powers of the sweeping monk, he knew who he was talking about.

The sweeping monk groaned for a moment, and then sighed: "Alas! If you don't understand, the old man doesn't want to count it anymore...... Tomorrow, Murong Xiao benefactor ordered someone to come to Shaolin to get a Buddhist scripture for Ling Zun, as long as Ling Zun concentrates on practicing the Dharma in the Buddhist scriptures, the pain will be relieved, and it can be removed within three years! ”

"Thank you, Master!"

Murong Fu was very happy in his heart and bowed down.