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

Chapter 62 Huh? Why is there an extra Huijing?

Ye Wuxin took two steps back calmly, clasped his hands together and said.

"Amitabha, this benefactor doesn't know something. The young monk who came down the mountain this time is not a highly skilled martial artist. He has reached the level of traveling down the mountain."

"It's just that recently, the temple has been sending disciples everywhere to deliver messages, and there is a shortage of manpower, so the young monk is asked to go down the mountain to make up for it."

"The young monk originally carried ten hero posts. The master ordered him to go back to the mountain after delivering these ten hero posts. He must not use force against others."

"I have given away four of them now, and I still have six more. Seeing that the benefactor is very good at martial arts, the young monk please accept this hero card."

Feng Bo evil ignored him and came towards Ye Wuxin again, not caring about his words at all.

"We have never fought before, so how do you know if I am a hero or a bear? I need to show you a few tricks first. Only if I can beat you can I have the nerve to accept this post."

Having said this, Feng BoE took two steps forward and hit Ye Wuxin directly in the face with his left fist, but he turned slightly to avoid it.

"Amitabha, it's better for the donor to stop. The young monk will not take the initiative to fight with the donor."

"It's just that recently there have been rumors in the world that many heroes in the martial arts world have lost their lives due to the Murong clan's magical power of 'replying others with their own way'."

I saw Xuan Nan and Xuan Tong slowly arriving. Two monks behind them were carrying a stretcher. A short and fat monk was lying on the ground with a dull expression and muttering something in his mouth.

Ye Wuxin Namaskar.

"Donor Murong came to our temple, and the abbot master also wanted to apologize personally."

"Our temple has sent people to visit your mansion twice, but we heard that the old benefactor Murong has returned to the west, and the young benefactor has gone out."

"It's just that with Feng's strength, he can only fight for seventeen or eighteen games at most, and he will probably be bruised and unable to fight. If he wants to fight against the old abbot Xuanci, he will definitely not have that blessing. It's a pity, a pity!"

I saw a group of disciples of the Xingxiu Sect holding weapons in their hands. They were obviously members of the martial arts world. They should be able to find a few opponents among these people to fight with.

Ye Wuxin bowed deeply, showing enough courtesy that Feng Bo, who was about to take action, snorted.

"The young monk's great uncle, Master Xuanbei, passed away at Guoshenjie Temple in Dali. I don't know if he has anything to do with the Murong clan in Gusu. Our sect, from the abbot master on down, is full of doubts in their hearts."

Deng Baichuan said solemnly, with a hint of seriousness in his expression.

"This matter has nothing to do with our Gusu Murong. You probably won't believe me if I say this."

"This time, the Master Abbot invited the head of the Bodhidharma Academy to deliver a message to the Lord's Mansion. Afraid that Master Murong was still not at home, he had no choice but to spread the hero's invitation all over the world. If I am rude, please explain to Master Murong on your behalf."

Damn it, why did Huijing appear just after I left?

"Uncle Master, you are here too."

Ding Chunqiu shook the feather fan in his hand and replied with a smile.

Give him a salute with clasped fists.

Quietly exiting the pavilion, Ye Wuxin folded his arms and saluted.

"Amitabha, it turns out to be Donor Feng. The young monk Master once said that our temple respectfully invites Donor Murong Gusu to come to our temple, determined to cause trouble for Murong Gusu."

"Fourth brother, stop. Look at what is written on the hero card in the little master's hand."

Ye Wuxin kept his face calm, feeling helpless in his heart. He really didn't want to use force in front of Ding Chunqiu, but someone came up to the pole to beat him. It was really

Besides, are you worthy enough to fight my father with your skills? It’s just a daydream.

During the conversation, Deng Baichuan identified several people.

At this moment, Ye Wuxin looked back and his pupils shrank unconsciously.

"Xuan Ci, the abbot of Shaolin Temple, joins hands to sincerely invite heroes from all over the world to come to Shaolin Temple in Songshan on the Double Ninth Festival, the ninth day of September, to celebrate the occasion, make many good connections, and see the style of Murong Murong of Gusu who 'repays others with his own way'."

"Wait a minute, fourth brother, let's talk clearly before taking action. The person is here, don't worry about running away."

"I see, then the young monk can just call you Mr. Bao San."

"No, no! Although my surname is Bao, I have never given alms to monks and nuns in my life, so I can never be called Bao's donor."

After looking at him for a long time, Feng Bohao saw Ding Chunqiu's youthful face and fair hair, his celestial demeanor, and his air of a worldly master. He felt a faint sense of admiration in his heart, but he did not dare to challenge him rashly.

Quickly walking to Ye Wuxin's side, Deng Baichuan took the invitation and slowly read the contents clearly.

"Donor Murong has never been here. Master Abbot has been looking forward to Master Murong's visit day and night, but he has never been seen."

"On the ninth day of September, during the Double Ninth Festival, Mr. Feng will come to the Shaolin Temple in person and start fighting from the younger ones. Regardless of whether there are many or few people, Mr. Feng will all fight."

Bao BuTong waved his hands repeatedly.

When Feng BoE heard this, his expression immediately became solemn, and he took a stance towards Ye Wuxin in front of him, as if he was going to take action.

Deng Baichuan, a burly man, ignored him and walked up to Ye Wuxin and bowed solemnly.

"This old man has invited me, please give me your name."

"The Shaolin Temple held a heroes conference to cause trouble for Murong Gusu."

When Feng Bohao saw the two people having a formal conversation, he immediately lost interest in Ye Wuxin and turned to look at Ding Chunqiu and the others.

"My lord, Deng Baichuan, this is my second brother Gong Yeqian, and this is my third brother Bao Bubu. We are all subordinates of Mr. Murong of Gusu."

"Okay, let's play a game today to determine the winner."

"My surname is Ding."

Ye Wuxin saluted slowly, and the old monk on the right nodded slightly, walked forward, and said to Deng Baichuan and other Murong retainers.

"Just in time, just in time! My name is Xiu Feng Bo evil, and I am one of Gusu Murong's subordinates. If the Shaolin sect is in trouble with Gusu Murong, there is no need to hold a hero meeting. I am here to learn the skills of the masters of the Shaolin sect."

"Donor Deng, Donor Gongye, Donor Bao"

A black line faintly appeared on Ye Wuxin's forehead. If his meditation skills were not good enough, he would have beaten him up by now.

Deng Baichuan didn't pay attention to this talkative man and said.

When Deng Baichuan heard Ye Wuxin mention the word 'hero post', he was quite concerned and quickly shouted to Feng BoE.

"Little Master Xu Zhu, we have accepted this hero post on behalf of my young master. I heard that my young master visited your temple a few months ago. Hasn't he been here yet?"

Bao BuTong on the side spoke quickly, as if he was a bully.

"You don't have to be polite, little master. The meeting will last for more than half a year. By then, my young master will come to your temple to pay homage to the abbot."

After the burly man read it, he immediately exclaimed, handed the post to Gong Yeqian beside him, and looked at Ye Wuxin solemnly.

Before he finished speaking, Feng BoE on the other side interrupted Ye Wuxin's words, causing him to frown.

"No, no! It won't be a big deal if you make it clear. Fourth brother, do it quickly!"

Ye Wuxin slowly shook his head.

If you take action, won't Ding Chunqiu on the side see through it? I advise you not to be ignorant of good and evil.

"Amitabha, I am Xuannan, this is my junior brother Xuan Tong. I have the honor to meet the four great sages from Murong Village in Gusu."

Deng Baichuan and others had heard about Xuan Nan for a long time and saw that his face was wrinkled and his eyes were shining, so they immediately returned the courtesy, not daring to lose any courtesy.

While the two parties were talking, Huijing, who was lying on the stretcher, looked at Ye Wuxin fiercely and shouted loudly.

"Give me back the ice silkworms! You thief! Give back my thousand-year-old ice silkworms!"

(End of chapter)