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

Chapter 61 Sky Eye? Microscope

It has been half a month since the Shaolin Temple sect Xuan Nan and Xuan Tong, two eminent monks, led a group of novices down the mountain. Whenever they meet a famous hero or hero, they often hand over a hero card and invite them to participate in the ninth day of September.

The Heroes Conference.

There were at least seven or eight teams of Shaolin monks who came down the mountain to post greetings, and each team was led by at least one eminent monk of the Xuan generation.

The sun was setting in the west and it was getting late. A group of Shaolin monks took a break in a ruined temple.

As the junior of the Xu generation, Paperman's incarnation naturally shouldered chores such as alms, water, making fires, and other chores with other seniors of the Xu generation. This also gave Paperman the opportunity to sneak out.

Beside the silent stream, the paper man transformed into a mantra and silently recited the water purification spell, and a figure in black robe quietly appeared behind him.

"Thanks a lot."

"Amitabha, you are me and I am you, why bother?"

The paper man transformed into a man with his hands clasped together, and the young monk in front of him disappeared and fell into Ye Wuxin's hands.

Changing back into the monk's robe, picking up the water bag, Ye Wuxin walked towards the team.

During this period of time, relying on his insignificant connection with the paper man's incarnation, he traveled day and night, and then hurried back, preparing to get the last chance to become the real son of destiny.

Ye Wuxin placed the earthenware bowl on the cylinder cover, clasped his hands together, and spoke slowly.

'Ding Chunqiu? Murong Fu's four great ministers? Can they all meet here? This is fate.'

His eyes turned to one of the four people. The leader was dressed in black. He was thin and had a moustache. He looked very fierce.

The last person was wearing an iron-blue scholar's robe. He was about fifty years old. He squinted his eyes, as if he had damaged his eyes from studying too much. Instead of drinking water, he picked up the wine gourd and drank by himself.

"If this little bug dies because of you, how can it go to the Western Paradise to enjoy the incense?"

After the three of them finished drinking, Ye Wuxin slowly walked to the water tank, scooped out a bowl of water from an earthenware bowl, and recited the drinking spell respectfully.

"The young monk went up to the sky and lowered the bamboo to become a monk in the Shaolin Temple."

There are two groups of people in the pavilion. One group has a large number of people, while the other group only has four people, but all of them have extraordinary martial arts skills.

[Emotion points +10 from Feng Bo Evil]

"Saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. The young monk can survive by drinking this bowl of water. These insects in the water save one young monk, and they will naturally enjoy incense and enjoy the same happiness as my Buddha."

Ye Wuxin retorted solemnly.

As soon as he entered the pavilion, Ye Wuxin's expression remained unchanged, but his heart sank slightly.

At this point, he looked from a distance and happened to find a pavilion, so he hurried over there.

"It turns out that you are an eminent monk from the Shaolin Temple. Come on, come on, come on! I've been wanting to learn the tricks of the Shaolin Temple for a long time!"

Ye Wuxin clasped his hands together.

"After you recited the drinking spell and drank 84,000 bugs into your stomach, those bugs would not die?"

That's right, my Buddha's celestial eye is equal to a microscope.

The man in black burst out laughing, seemingly amused by Ye Wuxin's behavior.

Ye Wuxin saw that many members of the Xingxiu Sect were injured. They had obviously had a fight with the Beggar Clan. He really didn't know how he survived without You Tanzhi's help.

Halfway through, I felt thirsty for no apparent reason, so I walked around to see if anyone was living there, and prepared to ask for a sip of water.

Time flies, and more than ten days have passed.

On this day, Ye Wuxin carried ten hero cards in the package as usual, ready to hand it to others casually.

Hearing this, the man in black was amazed, and the man in yellow looked at Ye Wuxin with curiosity.

"Amitabha, dear donors, this young monk is inevitably thirsty on his way and wants to rest in the pavilion and drink a bowl of water."

Hearing this, Feng Bo asked with an evil smile.

"The donor does not know something. From the perspective of ordinary people like us, there is not a single insect in the water. But when I look at the water with my heavenly eyes, I see thousands of tiny insects in the water."

"The young monk's martial arts skills are low, and he also has the responsibility of his master and uncle. How dare he take action against Shi Zong?"

"Amitabha, thank you very much."

Slowly walking into the pavilion, Ye Wuxin clasped his hands together and gave a slight salute.

The third man was wearing a maroon robe. He was tall and tall, with big ears and a thick gray beard under his chin. He looked like a wealthy businessman.

Feng BoE laughed loudly and couldn't help asking.

Deng Baichuan, who was wearing a maroon robe, laughed loudly, and his words showed a hint of interest.

"Little Master, this is too much of a courtesy. We are all passers-by. This pavilion does not belong to us, so what does it matter if we come in to drink?"

In the eyes of everyone, Ye Wuxin is about 20 years old, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, regular facial features, and a monk's robe with many patches, which is very clean.

The old man was shaking a goose feather fan in his hand, and when the sun shone on his face, we saw that he had a ruddy complexion, a head full of white hair, a silver beard three feet below his chin, and a childlike face with white hair. He looked like an extraordinary man with an extraordinary bearing.

The man in black smiled, pointed at the pavilion and said.

The big man in black, Feng Boxie, shouted with excitement on his face.

"If you ask me, this water is very clean. There is not a single insect in it. The little master is really good at joking."

"Amitabha, although the eighty-four thousand insects in this water are dead, they will always live in my heart. The poor monks will recite the rebirth mantra in the temple and let them go to the Western Paradise to share the incense with my Buddha."

Ye Wuxin slowly waved his hand and said in a sincere tone.

Hearing the name Shaolin Temple, Ding Chunqiu on the side shook his feather fan and his eyes fell on Ye Wuxin.

"Amitabha, the young monk is reciting the drinking mantra. My Buddha once said that there are 84,000 small insects in each bowl of water. Monks are forbidden to kill them, so they have to recite the drinking mantra, and then they can drink."

"My young master is eloquent and has extraordinary Zen skills. I see that you have strong steps and martial arts skills. I have not yet asked my superiors how to call me and which Buddhist temple you have become a monk in."

Ye Wuxin replied slowly.

"Little Master, what scripture are you reciting in such a jabbering voice?"

[+5 from different emotional points in the package]

The second man was wearing a khaki robe. He was also thin and angular, but he was tall, with slanted eyebrows, a sickly look on his face, and a rather violent look on his face.

Ye Wuxin said with a gentle expression, completely forgetting the hundreds of lives in his hands, as if it was not him.

Another group of people looked strange, looked quite flattering and submissive, and were vaguely headed by an old man.

The man in black was quite surprised to see this and couldn't help but ask.

Ye Wuxin seemed to be tolerant in his words, but the storm was still unyielding.

"I haven't fought for a few days, and my body is itching. The two of us are just fighting each other, not really fighting. What are you afraid of?"

"Besides, all the monks in Shaolin Temple are highly skilled in martial arts. Monks who are new to martial arts are absolutely not allowed to step out of the temple."

"Since the little master can go down the mountain alone, he must be a first-class expert. Come on, come on, come on! We agreed that we will only do a hundred moves, and whoever loses will win, it doesn't matter."

(End of chapter)