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

Chapter 18 In the Medicine King’s Courtyard

The sun was in the middle of the day, and Ye Wuxin, who had finished reciting Buddhist scriptures, was about to rush to the martial arts training ground, but was stopped by an old monk who was studying the chess game.

"Xu Zhu, come on, come on, play a game with me."

Ye Wuxin shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"Uncle Master, my chess skills are declining. This is..."

The old monk looked at him with a smile and pointed to the futon opposite.

Ye Wuxin smiled helplessly and obediently stood opposite the old monk.

"You were so obsessed with practicing martial arts at a young age. If you hadn't forgotten to come here every day to chant sutras and worship Buddha, the poor monk would have asked you to copy sutras."

Xuan Nian's tone was humorous, but there was no smile on Ye Wuxin's face.

He knew clearly that Xuan Nian was definitely serious. Among the Xuan generation, he had always appeared in front of many juniors with an image of speaking the truth.

Xuan Nian sighed quietly as he slowly put the moves on the chessboard back.

The four warrior monks saluted, holding long sticks and pestles, and quickly rushed to the home of Shaoshi Shan Qiao Sanhuai.

"Okay, am I just looking for trouble?"

There are many courtyards in the Shaolin Temple. In addition to the Bodhidharma Courtyard, Arhat Hall, Discipline Courtyard, etc., there are also countless miscellaneous courtyards.

Ye Wuxin laughed at himself and was about to turn around and leave when a shout stopped him.

"You quickly lead the monks from Luohan Hall to Mr. Qiao's home and protect them secretly. If Qiao Feng wants to do something against human ethics, kill him."

After the skinny little monk finished explaining, he hurried to the distance, and it was vaguely visible that another pile of medicinal materials was being sent up the mountain.

Ye Wuxin was about to turn around and leave, but was stopped by Xuan Nian again.

'Sixteen warrior monks are just the tip of the iceberg of Yaowangyuan. This level of vigilance is almost as high as the Sutra Pavilion.'

Each of them held a shovel handle in their hands, and the crescent moon on the shovel head shone with a cold light.

No way, although he knows some basics of Go, he has never done any research in this area.

A thin young monk stood behind Ye Wuxin and said in a sincere tone.

"You and the four of you should go to Mr. Qiao's home quickly to protect the safety of his family. Set off quickly without any delay."

This is the first time since he came to this world that he is so leisurely.

Shortly after Xuan Ku left, two more monks entered the Main Hall.

"Haste makes waste, and the right path is to cultivate one's mind and nature, Amitabha."

After the two monks left, Xuanci lowered his eyes and recited the scriptures silently.

"Head Abbot."

In the Medicine King's Courtyard, as soon as Ye Wuxin stepped into the door, several eyes fell on him, wary of his every move.

"Senior brother, I still don't believe that child can do such a thing. After all, I have taught him since he was a child."

The Great Return Pill of Shaolin Temple is famous in the world. It is a first-class healing holy product. How many people in the world can't get even a single pill of it.

In the main hall, Xuanci looked serious and said to the four monks in front of him.

As Ye Wuxin transported baskets of herbs to the Medicine King's courtyard, the guards in the temple gradually lowered their guard and let out a breath.

"Junior brother, Yaowangyuan is short of manpower. I would like to ask you, junior brother, to send these herbs to the hospital. Someone will collect them and dry them."

Only when the Shaolin Temple encounters a catastrophe, will the martial monks of the Xuan generation walk out of the courtyard and reveal their existence to the world.

Following the skinny young monk, the two stopped in front of a pile of herbs.

"well!"

"You are still young, and you still have decades to study martial arts and Buddhist scriptures, so why rush it?"

"Thank you very much, my uncle, for your teachings. I will keep them in my heart, little monk."

After a long silence, Ye Wuxin took off the sandbag on his leg, bowed to Xuannian and then turned around and left.

The ones who came were none other than the precept-holding monks and the discipline-abiding monks in the Discipline Academy who made many monks tremble with fear.

He had made the preparations he could. If Qiao Feng really dared to kill his adoptive father and adoptive mother, sooner or later he would stand in front of him in person.

Occasionally, the eminent monks who have a leisurely mind will usually teach the younger generation Buddhist scriptures and martial arts, while those who are not far away from the hospital will study Buddhist martial arts scriptures behind closed doors.

Xuanci's words made Xuanku's face change slightly. It seemed that his senior brother had decided that the death of the deputy leader of the Beggar Clan was closely related to his disciple.

The reason why it is called the herb pile is because the number of these herbs is so amazing that they are almost as tall as Ye Wuxin.

"Junior brother, if there is nothing important, can you come and help me?"

Unknowingly, it has been half a year since he came here.

There was no way, there were more than 30 people of the Xuan generation, only eight people entered the courtyard, and most of the remaining eminent monks lived alone.

"Amitabha."

"It's better to be prepared than to do nothing."

'At least three people, there may be more monks hiding in the dark, find them without leaving any trace.'

After he poured the herbs in the medicine basket into the clearing mentioned by the thin monk, he looked away from him and remained alert.

Ye Wuxin took the lead in black, but after only a few dozen seconds, he was killed by the old monk in front of him and was completely defeated.

After leaving the courtyard, Ye Wuxin narrowed his eyes.

Seeing this, Xuan Ku couldn't help but sigh.

At the end of the round, Xuan Nian let out a low sigh.

"The right thing to do."

The nervousness when I first arrived, the fear when I met Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo, and then the inexplicable sadness when I met Xuanci.

If this is the case, then he can only continue what he did not finish thirty years ago and get rid of this serious problem.

After taking a closer look, it turned out that the monks from Yakuo-in were collecting medicinal materials and preparing wound medicine for the many Dorin warrior monks.

After thinking for a moment, Ye Wuxin nodded slowly.

With a helpless sigh, Ye Wuxin put many herbs into a medicine basket and walked away.

Yaowangyuan is a place where Shaolin Temple heals injuries and illnesses, so it is natural to have this level of vigilance.

In the Shaolin Temple, Ye Wuxin, who was forced to stop practicing Qing Gong by Xuan Nian, was wandering around doing nothing.

Hearing this familiar poem, Ye Wuxin was shocked. I was afraid that the old monk in front of him had a close relationship with the yellow-browed monk, and might even be brothers.

"Stop and take off the sandbags from your legs."

‘I’ve been thinking about it all day and dreaming at night, why did I end up wandering here? It’s really.’

The two of them are usually responsible for supervising the monks' observance of the precepts. Not only their own martial arts skills, their knowledge is naturally far beyond ordinary people.

Most of those courtyards were for eminent monks of the Xuan generation who did not care about anything. Xu Zhu's memory did not know how many courtyards there were.

"Nineteen roads across the length and breadth, how many people have been confused."

Just when Ye Wuxin was sighing, he saw monks carrying medicine baskets walking towards the distant temple.

Although his face was calm, he was quite surprised inside.

'Time flies, and I don't know what level I can reach in this life, or whether I can reverse my fate.'

The two monks, who kept the precepts and disciplines, looked serious and nodded immediately in response.

After sighing slightly and bidding farewell to the skinny little monk, Ye Wuxin turned around and left.

If the security is too tight, it's better to make another plan.

At the foot of Shaoshi Mountain, a tall figure walked towards the side of the mountain, with a hint of inexplicable hesitation and excitement in his brows.

The fourth update is completed and will be updated as normal tomorrow and the day after tomorrow.

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