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

Chapter 4
When all the eminent monks of the Xuan generation heard this, their faces changed slightly, and they recited the Buddha's name in their mouths.

The Gusu Murong family's whereabouts in the rivers and lakes are secretive, and it's hard to distinguish between good and evil.

This time Xuan Bei passed away, with the big Wei Tuo pestle in his body, it must be inseparable from that Gusu Murong.

"Senior Brother Sect Master, Senior Brother Xuan Bei passed away, please send a letter of worship to the Gusu Murong family as soon as possible, and find out the truth of this matter."

Xuan Ci nodded slightly, and said loudly.

"The younger brother was ordered to go down the mountain to visit Murong's family to inquire about a secret matter from the past. I never expected to encounter such a difficult situation, Amitabha."

"After the body of my junior brother returns, the poor monk will personally inspect it. If this matter is indeed related to Gusu Murong, the poor monk must personally seek justice from him, Gusu Murong!"

Between the words, Xuanci's aura reached its peak, and his originally kind face turned into a vajra's glaring look.

A group of Xuanzi generations clasped their hands together and recited the Buddha's name.

Although he is a Buddhist eminent monk, he has long seen through life and death, but the senior monks who have been with him for decades have died outside the mountain, and the eminent monks are also very angry.

The Buddha also has vajra eyes, not to mention a group of famous Shaolin monks!
In the evening, a group of mourning monks with Hui characters were full of thoughts, and Ye Wuxin, who was keen, immediately noticed something was wrong.

A burst of noise appeared, which made him feel that something had happened.

Shaolin Temple has always been clean, only the sound of chanting scriptures and chanting Buddha can be heard on weekdays, how could it be so noisy?

Hurrying to the noisy place, Ye Wuxin's face darkened.

I saw an eminent monk lying in the coffin pier, and was sent to the temple by a man dressed as a farmer.

A group of eminent monks of Xuanzi generation in Shaolin Temple showed sorrow and pain, and kept chanting "Amitabha Buddha's Root Rebirth Mantra".

Xuanci bowed his head to explore, the sorrow and suffering on his face became much stronger.

"That's right, it's the Great Wei Tuo Pestle. After my junior brother goes to the pure land of the Buddha, I will send a prayer card to Gusu Murong as soon as possible, Amitabha."

After repeated inspections by the Bodhidharma Academy, the Discipline Academy, and the Arhat Hall, all the eminent monks of Xuanzi's generation nodded their heads.

There is no other reason, Shaolin Temple can not wrong innocent people, nor can it let the real murderer go, so as not to suffer from the rumors in the rivers and lakes.

Ye Wuxin, who was hiding behind a group of monks, lowered his head slightly, and while reciting the mantra of passing away, he couldn't help but think in his heart.

'The person who killed Xuan Bei was indeed a member of the Murong family, but it wasn't Murong Fu who was traveling around the rivers and lakes and secretly plotting the restoration of the country, but his old man Murong Bo who faked his death and escaped. '

'More importantly, Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan are currently lurking in Shaolin Temple to spy on Shaolin's Untaught Internal Skill Yijin Jing. It's a big deal. '

Murong Bo, Xiao Yuanshan, Xiao Feng, and Jiumozhi are called the Four Heavenly Dragons by part of the fighting party, and it is really difficult for the current monks of the Xuanzi generation to deal with them.

With a cold look in his eyes, Ye Wuxin put out the idea of ​​revealing the secret.

In case something happened and the sweeping monk didn't make a move, his little life would be ruined here.

'Alas, Shaolin Temple is not safe either.Walking in the rivers and lakes, the most important thing after all is your own strength. You can't keep that bottle of nourishing qi pills, and you still have the emotional points you got before'

Just as he was planning how to quickly make himself stronger, Huilun showed a look of concern and walked slowly to Ye Wuxin's side.

"Sigh, Master Xuan Bei treats people kindly, how could he end up like this, Amitabha."

"Master, don't be overly sad. Master Uncle must have gone to the pure land of Buddhism and converted to Buddha to enjoy incense and offerings."

Ye Wuxin opened his mouth to persuade, with a peaceful and sincere expression on his face.

"Amitabha, I made a portrait for my teacher, but I haven't seen it clearly before you. All conditioned dharmas are like dreams and bubbles."

Seeing Huilun and many Huizi monks leaving sadly, all the juniors of the Xuzi generation dispersed separately.

Most of the monks in Shaolin Temple have been trained since childhood, their martial arts, temperament and character are not bad, and there is no talk of intrigue on weekdays.

Seeing the death of the elder who had treated them kindly on weekdays, many monks' eyes were reddened, with a look of sadness.

Similarly, Ye Wuxin burst into tears unknowingly, making him feel slightly chilled.

'Why am I crying?Is this a subconscious reaction of the body?This is not a good sign. '

Thinking of this, Ye Wuxin sighed quietly, turned around and walked towards the dining room.

No matter what, eating is the most important thing, life and death are in harmony with each other, and the living are always more important than the dead.

In the middle of the night, the moonlight shines like a wash.

Avoiding the eyes of the seniors in the bedroom, Ye Wuxin came to a hidden corner outside the room and looked up at the sky.

When he saw the stars dotted in the sky and the sky was cloudless, he took a elixir and crossed his knees to receive the essence of Yinyue and melted it into his body.

Stimulated by the moonlight, Ming Yugong slowly began to interweave and merge with the internal force formed by Shaolin's mental method.

This vision made Ye Wuxin secretly startled, but the operation of his inner strength did not stop, and after a week, his body surface faintly showed the force of attraction.

"When the Ming Yugong is practiced to a high level, not only will it not consume internal energy when fighting with others, but it will become stronger and stronger as you fight, and you will reach the legendary [round and transparent] state."

At the beginning of cultivation, Mingyu Gong showed its depth.

If an outsider came here, he would definitely be able to see a subtle change in his skin and facial features, as if his skin was covered with a layer of white snow, and his unbearable appearance has also corrected a lot.

After three weeks, Ye Wuxin resigned and left.

He has already absorbed all the medicinal power of a Yangqi Pill, plus the daily chores and exercises, etc., as long as he is honed in actual combat, he can be regarded as a real third-rate master.

Just when he was full of ambition and ready to go back to his room to rest, the subconscious glance from the corner of his eyes made him break out in a cold sweat.

A tall and burly figure sneaked into the main hall of Shaolin Temple like a ghost, Ye Wuxin himself was in the dark, so far away that he was not exposed.

"Bulky and tall, with a black-clothed ghost, it's Xiao Yuanshan!" '

At this time, Ye Wuxin didn't dare to breathe, for fear that he would notice his existence.

I just wanted to practice my inner strength in the middle of the night, avoiding my sight, God knows how I met that old guy.

Fortunately, he didn't meet Murong Bo, otherwise he would really be dead.

If Xiao Yuanshan made a move, he would have a slight chance of survival by revealing his identity.

Xiao Yuanshan thought maybe he would not make a move because of throwing Xu Zhu in the vegetable garden back then, but Murong Bo had nothing to do with him.

If someone finds out that someone has ruined his good deeds, his little life will be ruined here.

Ye Wuxin lowered his head and walked straight. When he walked to the corner with heavy thoughts, he suddenly found a gray monk's robe in the corner of his eyes.

'Wait, gray frock?Are there monks in gray robes in Shaolin Temple? '

Suddenly realizing something, his heartbeat involuntarily jumped two beats.

'Depend on!Murong Bo!I'll just go out and practice my internal skills, so I'm so unlucky! '

(End of this chapter)