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

Chapter 58: Plot

Late at night, there are stars.

In Shaolin Temple, a figure appeared from the corner, slowly thinking about the news he had just received.

During this period, Shaolin Temple was quite quiet. Except for the many monks who were still pursuing Xiao Feng's news, nothing major happened.

The paper man has basically never left Shaolin Temple every day except for chores, meditation, practice martial arts, and chanting scriptures and worshiping Buddha.

More than two years have passed since Ye Wuxin left Shaolin. He has been traveling day and night these days, rushing back every day and night.

If the Paper Humanitarian Army had not been able to support him, he would never have come back. There are still many things waiting for him to cook. How could he have time to delay here?

He put on the robe again and shaved a layer of short hair on his head with internal force, and a Shaolin monk appeared new.

‘Gusu Murong still did not respond. It was futile to go down the mountain to find the Yijin Jing, and even Huijing had no news.’

‘It can be said that everything in Shaolin Temple has been going well during this period is quite worrying and embarrassing. If the paper man hadn’t turned into here, I would have almost forgotten that I was a member of Shaolin Temple.’

In the bedroom, after finishing the existing situation, Ye Wuxin's thoughts entered the system and his eyes fell on the countdown.

In about three years, if he wanted to stop the 400,000 army of Liao Kingdom, he would definitely not be able to do it based on his current strength alone, even if he was the future son-in-law of the Western Xia Kingdom.

"In the Tianlong, only Xiao Wuxiang Gong of Xiaoyao Sect can barely have this qualification, and other Taoist techniques are not qualified."

Although he knew that this happened because of him, it did not mean that he would sacrifice his life for it.

Ye Wuxin, who was beside him, heard the name and unconsciously made a meal in his hand. Then he continued to eat as if nothing had happened, but he couldn't help thinking in his heart.

Whenever this happened, Xuan Ci would look at Xu Zhu's back and be stunned.

In the morning, in the kitchen of Shaolin Temple.

Leaving the system, Ye Wuxin lay on the long-lost kang, subconsciously planning opportunities that could increase his strength.

Ye Wuxin bowed slowly and turned around and left.

After eating four big bowls of dumplings, Ye Wuxin left the kitchen and began his daily practice.

"It doesn't matter. Master is going to capture the traitor. I believe he will be back soon."

"After all, I am too weak. If I have the ability to come and go freely in the army of 400,000"

Although the temple is not a festival, the kitchen will also prepare a lot of festival food to celebrate the New Year.

In Shaolin Temple, Ye Wuxin was holding a bowl of steaming dumplings and eating them in big mouthfuls. Many brothers from the Xu generation on the side were also eating them, chatting in a low voice from time to time.

"Oh, I don't know when the master will come back. I've only learned the iron broom skills."

"It is dangerous and dangerous, and every step is quite dangerous. You must also turn all your foundation into Taoist sect techniques to gather the Taoist heart."

‘Thousand-year-old ice silkworm. If there is a way to resolve the toxins of this substance, it is a good treasure to increase your skills. Let’s read the book later and see if there is any way’

However, he could not achieve the Ming Yugong quickly, even if he had experienced the peak of moving flowers and jade once.

After thinking for a while, Ye Wuxin carefully looked through the techniques in the secret book, and pondered the meaning word by word.

He has good talent and Xu Zhu has a strong memory, which allows him to quickly cultivate to the third level of Mingyu Gong and refine the medicinal properties of Laba porridge and Wu Treasure Nectar Wine that remain in his body.

"I don't know why Master Huijing."

Mingyu's martial arts that have reached a profound level must be above these three skills.

According to Ye Wuxin's understanding of the three stars, the three sects of the North Ming Divine Art, the Little Wuxiang Art, and the Eight Desolate Liuhe Liuhe Art are all three stars.

Xuan Ci nodded with relief.

"Well, my child, you have already embarked on the right path. Remember not to delay the practice of Buddhism, go back."

After a long time, he slowly closed the secret book, looking helpless.

If you want to defeat the army by manpower, you can do nothing by relying on the skills of the Tianlong World alone, unless.

Ye Wuxin's eyes turned and fell on the magic magic method of the Taoist heart among the pile of debris (garbage).

The sun rises east and sets west, and another day passes in a blink of an eye.

This time, he wants to copy all the 72 Shaolin skills to collect them.

It took nearly a month to get all the 72 unique skills of Shaolin.

In the Great Hall late at night, Ye Wuxin silently listened to the difficulties in the Great Vajra Palm that Xuanci explained to him, and felt that his understanding of the Great Vajra Palm power was deeper.

‘If you can practice this kind of exercise in a short period of time, there may be a glimmer of opportunities. If things cannot be done, you can only leave.’

At this moment, the monk next to him suddenly sighed and said in a low voice to the senior brother beside him.

Compared with Mingyu Gong, although the upper limit of Beiming Divine Gong is not high, it is extremely universal, and is more suitable for quick success.

Without the company of meat, he was somewhat uncomfortable, but he quickly solved the breakfast today and rushed to the Shaolin Sutra Pavilion.

Seeing that he was so depressed, his senior brother spoke to comfort him.

Speaking of this, he couldn't help laughing twice. He wouldn't be in Shaolin Temple with that ability, and he had already gone out to do something wrong.

There are risks in practicing. Can’t he write it down and collect it?

He did it as soon as he said it. On the mountain road of the Sutra Pavilion in Shaolin Temple, Ye Wuxin's paper man turned into a sweeping monk and explained the principles of Buddhism to him, and his body began to read the exercises in the Sutra Pavilion and recorded them one by one.

As if he mentioned a name that should not be mentioned, the little monk covered his mouth and silently ate vegetarian dumplings.

How long can the peace earned by one's sacrifice last? Although the emperor's stupidity will not cause the dynasty to perish for a lifetime, it will eventually speed up the process.

In the blink of an eye, the season is already deep in winter, and the Spring Festival is approaching quietly.

If Ye Wuxin can really block hundreds of thousands of troops with his own strength in the future, then nuclear balance will naturally appear among all countries during his lifetime.

Thinking of this, Ye Wuxin shook his head and smiled bitterly.

Although Ye Wuxin had long noticed this, he could only sigh in his heart. After all, he was not real Xu Zhu, but he could not sit idly by and watch the sects of the world join Shaolin.

When Ye Wuxin thought of the second wife who had met once, he was even more helpless and felt that the impact of his own emotions was even more serious.

‘You must make plans early. If you keep holding on like this, you may have an accident and the plan to leave the temple must be advanced.’

‘Try to collect all genius treasures that are beneficial to internal strength, solve your own hidden dangers, and practice becoming a demon of the Taoist heart as soon as possible.’

(End of this chapter)