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

Chapter 5 I can’t see

Silently repeating "I can't see, I can't see" in her heart, Ye Wuxin lowered her head and went straight to the bedroom.

The hem of the gray-robed monk's clothes had disappeared. After he silently returned to the bedroom, his heart was beating wildly.

It was almost, almost, life or death was not up to you.

"I can't wander around late at night anymore. The water in Shaolin Temple is too deep, but if I don't go out, I won't be able to practice the Ming Jade Sutra."

His thoughts were like lightning, Ye Wuxin raised his eyebrows, and an idea popped into his mind.

'Shaolin Temple usually has its own land for farming, but it also accepts some rituals for people's salvation, etc. to subsidize the temple.'

'If you can blend in, you will naturally have time to practice the Ming Yu Gong, and then the Shaolin disciples will go down to the mountains to travel.'

'The sky is high and the emperor is far away, so it is easy to practice cultivation.'

It was impossible to travel down the mountain. He was still waiting to go down the mountain with a team of Shaolin monks to post hero posts and go to Leigu Mountain to defeat the Zhenlong chess game.

Now there is only this way, to sneak into the monks and pray for others in order to gain the opportunity to practice martial arts.

"Good boy, what impression do you have of that letter?"

Although this little emotional point is not much, over time it will allow him to draw one more prize, which is better than nothing.

It was somewhat uncomfortable to rush to eat while sweating profusely, not to mention that as Xu Zhu, he still had to meet his biological father in this body, so he couldn't lose his etiquette.

Xuan Bei died, and it wasn't long before the Beggar Clan underwent major changes. As the leader, Xuan Ci would definitely be extremely worried about this matter.

"father."

"Amitabha, although martial arts training is heavy, we must not forget the foundation of Buddhism."

'Well, it seems that you are here to find me. I can only go there again tonight. I hope you won't run into any trouble.'

In the Main Hall of Shaolin Temple, Xuanci looked kind and gentle, tapping the wooden fish in a leisurely manner.

At this point, I can only think of ways to increase my strength, and I can't care less about hiding my clumsiness.

"Amitabha, who can know the changes in the future?"

Here we are, and it is indeed about the incident at Yanmen Pass.

At this time, Xuanci was standing next to Xuandu and Xuansheng, dressed in monk's robes and holding a tin staff.

If your cultivation level is too high, your life may be damaged if your inner strength is transformed by the Beiming Divine Art. Cultivating to the level of a second-rate master is enough to save your life.

Doing good deeds and giving guidance to many juniors in their martial arts practice will not only give you some emotional points, but you will also gain gratitude. Where can you find such a good thing!

After a few people left, Ye Wuxin lowered his head and began to think.

After thinking for a long time, he slowly shook his head.

"Abbott."

After scanning the many juniors of the virtual generation below, Ye Wuxin felt Xuanci's gaze lingering on him for a moment, and then slowly moved away.

"So that's it. If he can persevere, after a few decades, he may be able to enter the Arhat Hall."

With the death of Xuan Bei, the Xuan generation and Hui generation in Shaolin Temple were obviously more interested in the martial arts of many juniors. The senior monks of the Xuan generation, who were usually astonishing and invisible, also began to teach the martial arts of their juniors.

Turning his eyes, Ye Wuxin's eyes fell on the emotional point.

"I dare not lie to my father. The child has no idea about the origin of this letter. When I saw it, I just wanted to seek the truth."

In the martial arts training ground, Ye Wuxin punched and palmed the wooden stake with a calm expression.

With a carefree smile, Ye Wuxin turned around and left, rushing to the distant stream to prepare for bathing and changing clothes.

Seeing the corners of Xuanci's mouth raised slightly, Ye Wuxin also understood how excited the Shaolin abbot, whose wife and children were separated, was about the appearance of his child.

Xuansheng said with kind eyes and a slight nod.

The premise is not to provoke those famous masters in the martial arts world.

She was laughing in her heart, but Ye Wuxin's expression remained calm.

Late at night, there are stars.

With a thought, Ye Wuxin appeared in the system space.

"I remember this junior cleaning the temple and serving tea and water for me. I also gave him some advice. It seems that he also did a lot of hard work secretly."

Seeing that no one asked him for advice, Ye Wuxin began to hone his fists and kicks wholeheartedly, and occasionally mixed in one or two Vajra Palm moves in secret.

"Good boy, don't mention anything written in that letter to anyone. It was a mistake we made and one of the most annoying things in my life."

Boom, boom, boom!

Without waiting for a response, Ye Wuxin slowly opened the door and walked in, then closed the door.

After all, meeting Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo is a small probability event, and they will not kill them in the Shaolin Temple unless their whereabouts are really discovered.

After hesitating for a moment, Ye Wuxin said slowly.

[Emotion point +1 from Xuandu]

"It can also be changed to four intermediate draws and one primary draw. Can't you specify the draw category? Trouble."

"There is no one here, so there is no need to be so restrained."

Moreover, when Xuan Bei's matter is settled, he will definitely ask himself for any clues about the letter.

Hearing this, Xuandu clasped his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name.

Occasionally, when senior fellow apprentices from the Xuzi generation asked for advice, he would look calm and patiently explain everything one by one, causing Xuansheng and Xuandu to look slightly sideways.

Xuan Du looked at Ye Wuxin and raised his white eyebrows, as if he remembered something.

Muyu paused slightly, and the expression on Xuanci's face changed from kind to solemn.

After hesitating for a long time, he still was not cruel.

Xu Zhu, as his own flesh and blood, would definitely be kept out of the spotlight by Xuan Ci, lest his identity be exposed and the thousand-year-old reputation of Shaolin Temple be destroyed.

A few days later, under the watchful eyes of a group of monks in the Shaolin Temple, the relics left by Xuanbei were sent to the relic pagoda of the Shaolin Temple.

"Senior brother, this junior's Da Luo Han Fist has already gained a level of proficiency. It is considered to be among the best among the Xu Zi generation. It is quite difficult to be able to practice the entry-level skills to this level."

[Emotion points +100 from Xuanci]

At the same time, a letter of greeting was rushed to the Murong family in Gusu.

[Emotion points +3 from delusion]

[Emotion points +5 from Xuqing]

"Alas, it's my father's fault for being so trusting in others. In the end, he made a big mistake, Amitabha."

"The primary lottery is once a month, the intermediate lottery is once a year, and the advanced lottery is once every ten years. There are 41,320 points left, which is the forty-first primary lottery?"

When he came back to his senses, the sun had already set to the west, many of his tired disciples had already left, and he was also ready to call it a day and leave.

After a long silence, Xuanci spoke again.

"My child, show me all your martial arts skills."

After hearing the words, Ye Wuxin stood up and demonstrated the Arhat Fist and Skanda Palm that he had practiced in front of the Buddha statue, and finally demonstrated the yet-to-be-familiar Vajra Palm.

"Well, you have already begun to see the secrets of Luohan Quan, just practice it diligently."

Under the dim candlelight, a father and his son experienced a different kind of family happiness in the main hall.

(End of chapter)