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

Chapter 21 Xuan Ku is seriously injured

In the evening, after a hurried dinner, Ye Wuxin hurriedly returned to the meditation room.

As soon as he entered the system space, he started to look around for something.

"Found it, it's here."

[Smoke bomb (half star)]

[Evaluation: A prop used by Japanese ninjas when retreating. After use, it can emit thick smoke to cover the body.]

[Disguise suit (one star)]

[Evaluation: Traveling around the world, stealing fragrance and jade - an unknown flower picker and book thief]

After putting the two things away, Ye Wuxin took out the few remaining Qi-nourishing pills, swallowed them all, and slowly refined the medicinal properties.

Time passed by in a hurry, and it was late at night in a blink of an eye.

Xuan Ku knocked the wooden fish with his hand and kept reciting scriptures, but the expression on his face was very lost, and he couldn't calm down for some reason.

"However, the purpose of conquering demons and killing traitors is to alleviate the suffering of all sentient beings. To eliminate one demon is to save countless people in the world."

Seeing so many masters in the room, Qiao Feng also breathed a sigh of relief. There were so many eminent monks gathered together, and if his master Xuan Ku was among them, the real murderer would not dare to take action at this time.

After seeing the old monk enter the westernmost courtyard, Qiao Feng circled around and used his inner strength to detect that no one was nearby, then he leaned under the window and listened to the movements around him.

The sound of sutra chanting rang out, and more than ten eminent monks recited sutras to send their junior brothers on their last journey.

Xuan Ku sighed in a helpless tone.

Xuanci changed the topic and asked Xuanku directly.

Then I thought about it, my mentor came to teach me martial arts late at night when I was young, even if it was windy and rainy, he would not be late for a day.

The palm power was so strong that Xuan Ku was seriously injured in an instant.

"The abbot has something important to discuss with me. Please ask my uncle to go to the 'Zhengdao Academy' immediately."

After a while, the cry of the little novice monk echoed, and a group of Shaolin monks hurried over.

The majestic leader of the Beggar Clan, an upright hero, was eavesdropping on other people's conversations as if he were a thief.

Although the candles were extinguished, there was still moonlight outside, allowing Xuanci and the young novice outside the window to barely see the appearance of the person coming.

All the eminent monks turned and left, leaving the last bit of silence to Xuan Ku.

"My little brother tried his best to escape from the seven sufferings, but he could only save himself, but not others. I feel ashamed to say that."

If his whereabouts are exposed, he is just a face. How can he repay his mentor for his great kindness?

"On the day when I received the ordination, my master named me Xuan Ku. The Buddha said that the seven sufferings are birth and old age; sickness, death, meeting of resentments and hatreds, separation from love, and failure to seek."

"Yes, junior brother, please take care of yourself."

Xuan Ku's face became paler and paler, as if he had reached the last moment of his life.

Just when he was about to leave secretly, a sound of chanting stopped him in place.

All the eminent monks were silent, even Xuanci had nothing to say.

Although Xuan Ku asked the tall figure in front of him, he still felt like he had seen this face somewhere.

"Junior Brother Xuanku, do you have anything else to say?"

At the end of the sutra, Xuanci asked in a majestic tone.

If Xuan Ku hadn't been burdened with decades of hard-earned internal energy, I'm afraid this palm would have allowed him to go to the Western Paradise.

After a while, two voices, one old and one young, said goodbye,

The old monk rushed to the west, presumably to the Zhengdao Temple. The young monk hurried to the east, presumably to inform other eminent monks.

In the blink of an eye, a figure appeared in front of Xuan Ku.

"Junior Brother Xuanbei lost his life at the hands of a traitor a few months ago. We have tried our best to track down the murderer. This seems to be a violation of our Buddha's commandment not to be angry or angry."

Xuan Ku smiled bitterly and spoke quickly.

Seeing this, Qiao Feng scurried to the bottom of the window like a cat, quietly listening to the conversation inside, but feeling extremely helpless in his heart.

"I want to sit quietly for a while, meditate and repent."

"The suffering of 'hate and resentment' is an inevitable part of life. It is the result of long-term causes and should lead to this karma. Brothers and sisters, when you see me repaying this karma, you should be happy for me."

The tall figure smiled coldly, and actually took action directly in front of Xuan Ku, slapping him on the body with a palm.

"Senior brother, I don't want to let my senior fellow apprentices and other senior fellow apprentices worry about me, so as to increase my karma."

As soon as he entered the courtyard, the man's eyes kept falling on Xuan Ku's body without moving. Even when he breathed in and out, his body did not rise or fall.

At the same time, Qiao Feng, who had made a big circle, also rushed to Shaolin Temple, preparing to find his mentor Xuan Ku.

"If that person can put down the butcher's knife, he will naturally turn around. If he persists in his persistence,"

"Junior brother, is that Gusu Murong?"

"I wonder who the benefactor's name is? What's the purpose of the late-night visit?"

Seeing that Xuan's fate was imminent, a group of monks quickly reported the matter to the abbot.

Soon after, there was a sound, and four old monks of Xuan generation hurried over.

Seeing that the master was in a low mood, the young novice beside him didn't know how to speak, so he could only walk away silently and prepare tea for Xuan Ku.

In the Shaolin Temple, those with higher seniority must have strong martial arts skills. When Qiao Feng saw the old man walking towards the west, he only dared to follow behind him silently.

"Yes! Junior brother, I think you have a great idea, but the senior brother is too stubborn and is quite inferior."

In the Zhengdao Temple, more than a dozen eminent monks of the Xuan generation looked at Xuan Ku, who was seriously injured and unable to save himself. The expressions on their faces became increasingly miserable.

After being a monk for decades, this was the first time that he found it difficult to calm down his state of mind.

Not long after the young novice left, the closed door opened, and two strange gusts of wind instantly blew out the candles in the room.

Xuanku, who was seriously injured, relied on his own internal strength to hold on until now. Hearing Xuanci's question, he couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly.

"Alas! He is just suffering in vain. There is no need to say what this person looks like."

The visitor was wearing a gray robe, with a Chinese character face, upturned eyebrows, and a big mouth and big ears.

Seeing Xuan Ku's behavior, all the eminent monks of the Xuan generation could not help but lower their eyes and remained silent.

Just as Qiao Feng was thinking, a burst of words came from the courtyard.

Hearing this, Xuanci sighed imperceptibly.

After a moment, an old and unusual voice replied.

If it's just casual matters, what should you do if you hear the secrets of Shaolin Temple?

What if his secrets were revealed and he was blocked here? Where would he put his face?

Xuanci recited the Buddha's name with a hint of majesty in his tone.

There are many courtyards in Shaolin Temple, and it is even more difficult to find Xuan Ku among the many courtyards.

"Go, go immediately."

Just when he was at a loss what to do, a young monk hurriedly entered the courtyard not far away.

The little novice monk on the side was already too frightened to move. The tall figure smiled coldly and turned to leave.

After a while, two more people arrived together.

The door creaked, and Xuanci went out first. A group of eminent monks filed out, a total of eighteen people including the first monk.

Every monk put his hands together, looked serious, lowered his head and recited something silently.

Shortly after the monks left, a voice rang out, surprising Qiao Feng who was hiding in the dark.

"A good guest comes from afar, why can't he linger?"

(End of chapter)