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

Chapter 145

In an instant, the Life and Death Talisman broke out, Ding ChunQiu's whole body was numb and itchy, life would be worse than death.

"Master's mighty power! The old devil and clown are vulnerable!"

A sound of warblers and swallows sounded from a distance, Ye Wuxin looked up, it turned out that there was a team from each of the Nine Heavens and Nine Divisions of Vulture Palace, rushing towards this place.

The person at the head is none other than the four daughters of plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum.

"Why are you here? Didn't you say that I will go back after I finish handling these things?"

Mei Jian stuck out her tongue and said with a smile.

"My lord, she is worried that you will lose the face of Vulture Palace, so she asked us to support you!"

"Losing face? Where is it losing face? It's clearly a massacre."

Looking around, nearly a thousand Xingxiu disciples were all buried here. The broken limbs and flesh stained the mountain road red, exuding the stench and sweetness of blood.

Raising his head and looking at the crowd above, Ye Wuxin cupped his fists and saluted.

"Ye dealt with the scum of his own sect. This matter has nothing to do with Shaolin. If there are relatives and friends such as you among these people, welcome to seek revenge!"

The voice was loud, shaking the universe, and the eyes were cold and domineering, which made all the women in Vulture Palace look overjoyed and congratulate them one after another.

Seeing this tragic situation, all the monks in Shaolin felt that the man below him was cruel, and his style of work was not like that of a well-known and upright person.

But I also heard people say that this person is Xi Xia's son-in-law, with a noble status, and it would be considered impolite if he didn't invite him.

In desperation, Xuanci put his palms together and recited the Buddha's name.

"Amitabha, I don't know your honorable name?"

"Abbot Xuanci is being polite, my surname is Ye, just like what those people said, I am the lucky boy who became the son-in-law of Xixia, and I am not worth mentioning compared to Shaolin."

A group of heroes laughed awkwardly, looking at the piled corpses below, they felt a chill welling up in their hearts for no reason.

"Mr. Ye, please go up the mountain and tell me. So is Mr. Murong, please."

Ye Wuxin chuckled a few times, and boarded the Shaolin Temple with the women from the Nine Heavens and Nine Divisions of Vulture Palace.

Seeing this, Murong Fu and several of Murong's retainers hurried to the top of the mountain without even looking at Ye Wuxin.

'He raised his hand and killed thousands of people without changing his face. Could it be that the guy's heart is made of iron? '

With fear of Ye Wuxin, Murong Fu maintained his composure, slowly climbed to the top of the mountain, and saluted all the heroes.

Inside the Daxiong Palace, Xuanci clasped his hands together with a dignified expression.

"Amitabha, Mr. Murong, my junior brother Xuanbei died in Dali, and he was wearing the Great Wei Tuo pestle, one of the 72 unique skills of Shaolin Temple."

"I don't know if this matter is related to you, but please answer truthfully."

As soon as the words came out, Murong Fu shook his head slowly.

"After my father passed away, I have been running around all the time, and I have never met Master Xuan Bei from your temple, let alone mentioning hand-to-hand killing."

Seeing Murong Fu's denial, Xuandu took two steps, his eyebrows twitched, his expression solemn.

"If so, I don't know if Mr. Murong has any clues as to who killed my Junior Brother Xuan Bei, and who used my Great Wei Tuo pestle from Shaolin Temple."

"Could it be that the Tubo national teacher Jiumozhi?"

As soon as the words fell, a clear voice came out, which made all the Shaolin monks look angry.

"Master Xuandu's words are wrong. Although the 72 unique skills I have practiced are powerful, there is no need to attack and kill eminent monks in your monastery."

Outside the Daxiong Palace, Jiumo Zhibao looked solemn, as if he had shaken off the shadow of past failures.

When he saw Ye Wuxin, he saluted even more, his expression full of solemnity.

"Your Excellency is worthy of being the son-in-law of the Western Xia Dynasty. His martial arts are at the pinnacle. There are few opponents in the world. I admire you a lot."

When the heroes of the Central Plains heard this, their faces became very strange.

Although the Tubo national teacher is right, they always feel that their face is not bright. It is clearly a loss for the Central Plains martial arts that such young heroes go to Xixia to be son-in-law.

Ye Wuxin raised his hand and saluted with a humble expression.

"The Tubo national teacher is polite, the world is vast, the rivers and lakes are vast, who knows how many peerless masters are hidden under this world of mortals?"

"Maybe an unknown monk who sweeps the floor is a hidden strong man. Things in the world are hard to tell."

Seeing that Ye Wuxin was easy-going and easy-going, without the ferocity of killing more than a thousand people just now, all the elders in Jianghu felt that this person was not simple, and he was a difficult person.

"Could it be that the one who secretly killed my Senior Brother Xuan Bei was you, Tubo's national teacher?"

Xuan Sheng took a step forward, with a questioning look on his face, looking like a Tubo national teacher.

When the old monks heard this, they immediately became suspicious. They knew that the Tubo national master could use the specious Shaolin 72 unique skills.

If the person was really killed by him, then the reason why Xuan Bei died under the great Wei Tuo pestle would be clear.

Jiumozhi shook his head slowly.

"Monks don't tell lies. When the master of your temple was killed, the young monk was with Mr. Duan. How could he harm the monks of your temple?"

Jiumozhi looked in Duan Yu's direction and smiled, a group of Dali retainers protected Duan Yu and looked at him vigilantly.

Seeing that both of them did not admit it, Xuan Ci clasped his hands together and sighed slightly.

"In any case, there must be an explanation for the murder of Junior Brother Xuan Bei. The old monk is incompetent, so he can only ask Mr. Murong for advice, 'Use the way of the other, and give it back to him.'"

At the same time, Xu Zhu took two steps and stood in front of Jiumozhi.

"Amitabha, a few days ago, the little monk hadn't asked the national teacher to teach me the doubts in my heart. I also ask the national teacher to answer the little monk thoroughly this time."

Seeing that the two monks wanted to make a move, Bao BuTong, who was beside Murong Fu, stood up.

"I said, isn't your Shaolin Temple not a temple, but a den of bandits? Bandits know how to speak morally. Are you not as good as a bandit?"

Ye Wuxin chuckled twice, with a casual expression.

Did you make a typo?That's right!The father's debt was paid by the son, and the monk Murong Bo shot to death, naturally had to be paid by his son.

"If Tubo Guoshi wants to make a move, I will accompany you to the end. If you don't want to make a move, then I will go to Gusu Murong for advice."

With a solemn expression, Jiumozhi slowly stepped back two steps to show that he didn't want to make a move.

Xu Zhu bowed to all the old monks, with a serious expression.

"Young monk is not talented, so I will be the disciple of the head abbot, and now I am asking Mr. Murong for advice on how to move the stars, please."

Slowly putting on an air of 'Worshiping the Buddha in Lingshan', Xu Zhu has a serious expression, and strands of true energy slowly cover his whole body.

Knowing that this battle is unavoidable, Murong Fu raised his hand and saluted.

"Since your Excellency is a disciple of the abbot of Shaolin, you must have extraordinary martial arts skills. Please do it."

Xu Zhu smiled slightly, a sense of kindness seemed to emerge, put his two fingers together lightly, in the posture of Kasyapa holding a flower.

When I hold a flower and smile, I am a Buddha, and when I hold a flower finger.

(End of this chapter)