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

Chapter 63 Can you recognize me?

Ye Wuxin's face was expressionless, but deep down she couldn't help being surprised.

'Holy crap! You can still recognize me after I'm like this?'

Ye Wuxin pretended to shrink away from Xuannan and asked in a low voice.

"Uncle Master, who is this?"

Xuannan frowned, and the wrinkles on his old face deepened.

"Amitabha, Huijing, you have broken so many precepts and still don't want to repent?"

When Ding Chunqiu on the side heard the name Millennium Ice Silkworm, his heart couldn't help but move, and his eyes fell on the great monk lying on the stretcher.

The energy-transforming method he practiced throughout his life required poisons as consumables. In the past, with the sacred tree king tripod as a supplement, it was easy to master the techniques.

However, the sacred tree King Cauldron has been stolen, and there is no news about Ah Zi's whereabouts.

Although there are a lot of poisons in the valley where I usually live, it is good to be able to maintain the art of transforming energy without deteriorating. It will be difficult to reach the sky if I want to master the poisonous art again.

After a moment, Xuannan calmed down and clasped his hands together.

As soon as he finished speaking, all the Xingxiu Sect members beside him took out pieces of Xingxiu Sect exclusive equipment, which amazed Ye Wuxin and the others.

"We have received the hero note sent by this little master Xu Zhu just now and will report it to the Lord as soon as possible."

"Amitabha, Lao Na and Junior Brother Xuan Tong followed the abbot's instructions and went to the residence of Don Murong in Yanziwu to submit an invitation. This is the third time our temple has sent people to Yanziwu."

"The donor's surname is Gao? Who is he from and what sect he is?"

Just as the two old monks were preparing to pursue them, one by one the young novice monks slowly fell down, apparently due to the poisonous powder sprinkled by Ding Chunqiu.

Hearing Ding Chunqiu's words, Huijing sighed on the stretcher.

When Deng Baichuan saw this familiar greeting card, he quickly spoke.

When the name Kunlun Peak appeared, Ding Chunqiu narrowed his eyes slightly and said to everyone present with a smile.

Just when everyone subconsciously looked to the sky, Ding Chunqiu began his method.

XuanNan clasped his hands together and recited the Buddha's name, with a look of helplessness in his eyes.

Once the pillars were broken, half of the pavilion collapsed, and the sand and mud from the roof poured down.

"Ah Uluru Communist! Ah Uluru Communist!"

After a moment of silence, as if he once again remembered his responsibilities, Xuannan slowly took out a hero card and handed it to Deng Baichuan.

Huijing was still crying, and Ye Wuxin hid behind Xuannan with an innocent face.

"In my opinion, maybe someone with a similar body shape to this little master stole this master's precious silkworm, which is why he has been chattering until now."

"Master, I see that this master is sane and not at all hysterical. Is it possible that there really are treasures like the Thousand-Year Ice Silkworm in this world?"

Ding Chunqiu laughed, shook the feather fan slightly in his hand, and answered calmly.

"On the ninth day of the ninth lunar month, during the Double Ninth Festival, my Lord Murong will definitely go to your temple to worship Buddha, personally thank the eminent monks of Shaolin, and explain all the misunderstandings in front of the heroes of the world."

Taking a closer look, the flags were embroidered with words such as 'Xingxu Laoxian', 'Supernatural Power', 'Boundless Magical Power', 'Mighty the World' and so on.

Amidst the sound of silk and bamboo gongs and drums, Ding Chunqiu shook his feather fan, seeming quite satisfied with this scene.

"The two great masters are eminent monks in Shaolin, and their reputation for virtue is resounding throughout the martial arts world. They actually took the trouble to come to our village personally. The Murong family is really proud of it."

"That's enough! Your nephew, Xu Zhu, has been staying with the poor monk these days. How can you steal any of Lao Shizi's ice silkworms!"

Deng Baichuan and other Shaolin monks all felt that the evil wind was blinding, tears rolled down their eyes, and they could not open their eyes.

The thousand-year-old ice silkworm that the short, fat monk mentioned must be extremely poisonous, if one could get it.

Thinking of this, Ding Chunqiu's heart felt hot and he walked over with a smile.

Ding Chunqiu, the old monster from Xingxiu, is notorious throughout the world. No one could have imagined that he would be such a graceful and charming person, let alone that they would suddenly meet here, which made several people immediately feel wary.

"That traitor stole my precious ice silkworm! The thousand-year-old ice silkworm that I worked so hard to bring back from the top of Kunlun!"

Ding Chunqiu shook the feather fan in his hand and looked at Huijing with interest, a flash of thought flashing in his eyes.

The top of Kunlun is more than 3,000 miles away. If there is one, there will be two or three. As soon as the corner of his mouth curled up, a clever idea came to his mind.

"Hahaha, I am Ding Chunqiu, the master of Xingxiu Sect."

"Don't dare, don't dare, the name of the first "Qiankun in the Sleeve" of Shaolin Bodhidharma Academy is spread all over the world, and I have admired it for a long time."

More than 20 people quickly stood up and lined up. Some were holding gongs and drums, and some were holding long banners and banners. The red, green and green colors were very pleasing to the eye.

Before they could figure out what Ding Chunqiu meant, two old monks, Xuan Nan and Xuan Tong, slowly took two steps forward to protect the juniors.

"I didn't expect to meet the four of you here. It's really a great fate."

Ding Chunqiu shook his head and suddenly looked up to the sky, as if there was something attracting his attention.

"It turns out to be Mr. Xingxu Haiding. I have long admired his famous name, and he is really famous."

When Xuannan saw that this person was so popular and graceful, and that he was definitely not an ordinary person, he slowly asked.

"Master, I see that this master keeps chanting something. Could it be that he is hysterical?"

Before the two of them finished speaking, Huijing on the stretcher screamed again.

When Xuan Nan heard these words, his expression was slightly startled, and he thought to himself.

'All kinds of misunderstandings? Could it be that Senior Brother Xuanbei was not killed by your Gusu Murong's sudden changes?'

"Amitabha, I feel ashamed to say this. I, Master Huijing's nephew, broke many rules and precepts outside the temple just because of the lack of teachings in our temple. More than a year ago, I even hurt my fellow disciples without authorization and committed many evil things.

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"Brother, the abbot of our temple, sent people to search everywhere, and finally found him. He is going to be brought back to the temple to be judged by the Discipline Academy."

Knowing that something was wrong, Xuannan closed his eyes and pushed out a palm. The power of his splitting palm was immediately activated, and it hit the pillar of the pavilion.

As soon as the three words "Ding Chunqiu" were spoken, everyone exclaimed in surprise, and their faces changed slightly.

The gust of sand blew away the poisonous wind, and Xuannan Xantong quickly looked around, only to find that Huijing had been kidnapped by Ding Chunqiu.

Just as he was secretly suspicious, Ding Chunqiu, who was squatting next to Huijing, suddenly spoke.

"Where is my ice silkworm? Have you seen my ice silkworm? I worked so hard to find this ice silkworm from Kunlun Mountain. It's you. Is it you who stole my silkworm?"

"Mr. Ding has lived in Xingxiu Sea for a long time. I don't know why he came here?"

After a strange scream, Ding Chunqiu flicked his robe sleeves and whipped up a strong wind. All the disciples of the Xingxiu Sect suddenly rushed out of the pavilion and galloped away.

At the same time, Feng Bo evil among Murong's retainers also slowly knelt on the ground, not unconscious like the other novice monks. This was obviously because of his profound internal skills.

"Amitabha, I want to take all my disciples to ask Divine Doctor Xue for treatment. What do you think?"

Seeing Feng BoE's face turn pale purple, several people nodded slowly.

Poisons and other types of things should not be guarded against unless one has profound inner strength. If one is poisoned, one can only hope that a good doctor will take action, and perhaps there will be hope for a cure.

(End of chapter)