The Heavens: Rebirth of Xu Zhu, Recognizing His Father at the Beginning

Chapter 15 Huijing’s defection Millennium Ice Silkworm

"Senior Brother Huijing has disappeared."

After hearing Hui Neng's words, Hui Jue noticed something was wrong.

"Huijing disappeared without a trace? What happened? Please tell me carefully without any omissions."

When Ye Wuxin on the side heard the name Huijing, a trace of memory flashed subconsciously in his eyes.

‘Huijing? This name sounds familiar! Wait a minute’

Ye Wuxin suddenly remembered something, and the confusion in his eyes turned into sudden realization.

'Huijing, Thousand-Year Ice Silkworm! It was the Thousand-Year Ice Silkworm that the monk named Huijing caught at the peak of Kunlun Mountain, which turned You Tanzhi into the world's greatest master!'

Feeling hot in his heart, Ye Wuxin narrowed his eyes subconsciously, thinking about how to get the Thousand-Year Ice Silkworm.

I have no choice but to want to get something good when I see it. It’s just human nature.

Listening patiently to Monk Huineng's words, he silently considered a possible successful plan.

"What do you think about Huijing's matter?"

"Junior Brother Huijing has been missing for so long, why did you just come here now to explain to me!"

Xuanci was sitting in the main hall, and a figure masked in the night stood in front of him, his tone unusually helpless.

As soon as Huijue finished speaking, Huineng's face turned extremely gloomy.

With faint eyes, he slowly opened his eyes, and a ray of cold air condensed in his palms.

There is no way, every disciple who can travel down the mountain possesses at least three of the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin Temple.

Xuannan nodded slightly, lowered his head and recited the scriptures.

Now more than half a year has passed since he left the Shaolin Temple. It can be said that there is no news about Monk Huijing in the world, as if he has evaporated in the martial arts world.

Once the monks of the Shaolin Temple discover Huijing's traces, they will either abolish his martial arts or, in the worst case, execute him directly.

'It doesn't matter, he is Xu Zhu's biological father anyway, if he doesn't trick him out now, he won't be able to trick him later!'

Not counting the ordinary Luohan Fist and Skanda Palm, which are relatively conspicuous moves, it would be a taboo in the world to leak those treasured seventy-two unique skills and Shaolin inner skills.

After a short rest, a group of Shaolin monks set off deep into the mountain to complete the final cleaning.

Three days later, a group of people rushed back towards the Shaolin Temple, with inexplicable anxiety on their faces.

Seeing Huineng's face, Huijue knew that he didn't want the people in the Discipline Academy to know about Huijing, and he also had a hint of covetousness towards the broken ancient book.

It can be said that after practicing to this level, Ye Wuxin has some ability to protect himself in the world.

Upon hearing the words of the figure in black, Xuanci's hand that knocked on the wooden fish froze in mid-air.

After making up his mind, Ye Wuxin fell into sleep. Unknown to him, a figure hurried slowly towards the Shaolin Temple.

After a long time, Monk Huineng explained the matter clearly.

Late at night, everything is silent.

In the quiet bedroom, Ye Wuxin's face showed a hint of moonlight.

"Hmph, after returning to Shaolin Temple, you can go to the Discipline Academy to receive your punishment."

Monk Huijing became greedy, stole the book one night, and left his junior brother behind to travel around the world alone.

"Amitabha, once the incident involving Junior Brother Xuanbei is over, Junior Brother will take action to arrest this traitor and bring him to justice."

Once the weaknesses are known, it will be difficult for ordinary martial arts sects to gain a foothold in the martial arts world. Even if the Shaolin Temple is a major sect that has been passed down for thousands of years, it will be difficult to withstand the leakage of such martial arts.

In the Shaolin Temple, after Hui Jue reported what happened to Hui Jing, the messenger told the eminent monks that no one from the Murong family was willing to accept his invitation from the Shaolin Temple.

Late at night, at three o'clock in the morning.

'The third level of Ming Yu Gong is completed, and I have officially entered the ranks of second-rate masters.'

With a long breath of cold relief, an imperceptible smile appeared on Ye Wuxin's face.

‘In the world of martial arts, those who are good at using weapons will eventually have an advantage over those who use bare hands. Even the monks who travel down the mountain mostly carry swords and pestles.’

After a while, his face turned slightly pale, and his whole body seemed to be covered by a thin layer of ice.

Xuanci whispered, his tone calm.

It turned out that the two of them had been traveling around since they came down from the Shaolin Temple.

'No, we have to find a way to extract one of the seventy-two Shaolin skills related to weapons from Xuanci. If we can't succeed, we have to learn from Yi. Isn't the requirement a bit high?'

Until one day, the two of them found a broken book, which recorded a lot of strange knowledge.

The second-rate masters in the world are already the masters of a small sect, such as Xin Shuangqing of the Wuliang Sword Sect, and the masters of the seventy-two caves in Lingjiu Palace. Most of them are second-rate masters.

"If you don't have weapons, you will eventually suffer losses. The only weapons I know how to use are the Quanzhen Sword Techniques of the Quanzhen Sect."

"Amitabha, I knew back then that such a day would come sooner or later."

At the same time, rushing back together with the Shaolin monks, there was also a messenger heading to the Murong family in Gusu.

"Huijing was greedy and violated the rules of this temple. This temple should send people to arrest him and bring him back to the precepts courtyard for trial."

Xuannan stood up and replied in a serious tone.

The changes in the darkness did not last long, and the strange phenomena on Ye Wuxin disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

As for Huijing, a junior monk of the Hui generation, who has not even mastered the seventy-two Shaolin stunts to the point of entering the palace, is not as blessed as the eminent monks of the Xuan generation.

Once the inner thoughts are revealed, everyone in the world will know the weaknesses of martial arts and the weaknesses of breathing and breathing.

The group of people waited non-stop, traveled day and night, and finally rushed back to the Shaolin Temple within seven days.

All the monks of the Hui generation nodded in unison, and the expressions on their faces became extremely serious.

Huijue's meaning was already very obvious. Huijing would probably be regarded as an abandoned Shaolin disciple by many eminent monks of the Xuan generation.

After pondering for a moment, Xuanci slowly spoke.

After hearing what Huineng said, Ye Wuxin knew that Huijing was already trying to catch the thousand-year-old ice silkworm on the top of Kunlun Mountain.

After thoughts flashed through his mind, Huijue said loudly:

"Fellow brothers, we can only ask you to clean up the last area as soon as possible. We must report this matter to the head abbot as soon as possible."

The most urgent task is to deal with Xuan Bei's affairs so that people in the world will not underestimate the name of his Shaolin Temple.

"Things have been exposed. He already knows that he is not of Han descent."

Xuan Ku's face on the side became increasingly sad, and he slowly asked.

"What happened? Why did he learn about the secret that has not been exposed for so many years?"

The figure in black sneered lowly.

"Ma Dayuan, the deputy leader of the Beggar Clan, died. His widow found the letter and published it in the apricot grove to everyone in the world."

(End of chapter)