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

Chapter 152
Ye Wuxin walked slowly on the mountain road in the Sutra Pavilion of Shaolin Temple, but his eyes fell on the old sweeping monk beside him.

"Senior, have you ever seen a few figures coming towards this side?"

The old floor sweeping monk slowly raised his head and glanced at Ye Wuxin, his eyes dull.

"The poor monk has never seen it, but the benefactor's eyes are lowered, and he looks fierce occasionally. You should be calm, and you must not lose the peaceful mind of Taoism."

Ye Wuxin chuckled a few times and shook his head slightly.

"Master has a kind heart, but I insist on becoming a demon, and I know that the danger is unpredictable. Whether it is a blessing or a curse, who can know."

At this moment, Ye Wuxin looked up, and saw two figures coming from afar, they were Xiao Feng and his son.

"Master, the grievances and grievances of these people all started from Shaolin Temple, let these karma be cut off in Shaolin Temple."

The old floor sweeping monk slowly swept the ground of the Tibetan scripture pavilion, and looked at Ye Wuxin with dull eyes, and his old face, which was already full of wrinkles, wrinkled again.

"The little benefactor has murderous intent in his heart, and the sword in his hand is also full of murderous intent. Do you want to stain this pure place of Buddhism with blood?"

Ye Wuxin nodded slightly, and said in a serious tone.

"If the master doesn't want to take care of it, then I will do it for you. Two of these five people killed two old monks in Shaolin Temple, and the two juniors are their own children."

"The remaining Tubo national teacher is not a good person, not only forcibly practicing the 72 unique skills of Shaolin Temple, but also has no mercy."

"The boy has a lot to do with our temple. If the master doesn't want to release the two of them, then the boy will do it himself."

As soon as the words fell, three lotus flowers slowly bloomed, and wisps of true energy hung down from the lotus heart.

Ye Wuxin held the blood river in his hand, silently watching the five people rushing towards here, ready to take their lives away at any time.

The old monk sweeping the floor sighed deeply and recited the Buddha's name.

"Amitabha, among the two benefactors, old benefactor Xiao came here 30 years ago and learned all the 72 unique skills of Shaolin Temple."

"Old benefactor Murong came later. A few years ago, there were monks from India who came to steal scriptures. You came and went, turning the scriptures in the pavilion into a mess."

Ye Wuxin laughed loudly, and presented a scripture wrapped in oiled paper respectfully.

"Someone stole this Bodhidharma copy from the Shaolin Temple in the past, I will return the original copy today, and I will ask the master to unravel the cause and effect of the world for those people."

"If they are willing to let go, then let this matter go, and the boy will not start the killing ring in Shaolin Temple."

"If they don't want to, then let the kid do it, and send them one by one to be freed from this world. What do you want?"

Looking deeply at Ye Wuxin for a long time, the floor sweeping old monk was confused, but couldn't help sighing.

"Amitabha, my little friend, who cultivates all the three disciplines of Buddhism, Taoism and demons, is really admirable."

"Even so, I am still not proud of my merits, and I am still willing to give a few people a chance to turn around. This poor monk admires me."

During the conversation, the five of them had already entered the scripture-depositing pavilion to fight. After the sweeping old monk collected the Yijin Jing, he staggered towards the scripture-defining pavilion, apparently agreeing to Ye Wuxin's request.

With a faint sigh, Ye Wuxin looked in a certain direction with a complicated expression.

If Xu Zhu hadn't asked him not to commit any crimes before he left, Ye Wuxin would have preferred to send them all back to the west, this would be considered as repayment for Shaolin's kindness to him in this world.

Although he wanted to leave now, Ye Wuxin could only stay here for a while because of certain things.

In the Sutra Pavilion of Shaolin Temple, the five people's struggle set off strong winds, Murong and his son had the upper hand, and Jiumozhi also helped.

Just when several people were about to decide the winner, a soft sigh appeared, interrupting the fight between the five people.

"Amitabha, good is good."

The old monk sweeping the floor quietly stepped into the Scripture-Depository Pavilion, put his hands together, and bowed to the five people in front of him.

As soon as these words came out, everyone was startled. Although the five of them were fighting, this old monk could quietly appear beside them.

"It would be a pity for a few of you to compete in the Sutra Pavilion and let the scriptures and classics that all the ancestors worked so hard to write be damaged."

Jiumozhi saw that the old monk's eyes were dull, his back was stooped, and he didn't seem to have any martial arts skills at all, he couldn't help feeling suspicious.

"Who are you? How dare you intervene in the fight between us? When did you stand here?"

The old floor sweeping monk clasped his palms together, and after slowly counting for a while, his face was full of confusion.

"The old monk can't remember clearly. I don't know whether he has been here for 42 years or 43 years. Since this Layman Xiao was reading scriptures in Shaolin Temple, the poor monk has been here for more than ten years."

A look of surprise flashed across Xiao Yuanshan's face, and he took a deep look at the old monk in front of him.

"You said you were here 42 years ago, but why have I never seen you?"

The sweeping old monk shook his head slightly, and said earnestly.

"The layman is engrossed in martial arts, so how can he notice the existence of the old monk? I still remember the first night that the layman came here, and borrowed a copy of 'No Phase Tribulation Finger' from here."

"Well, it's a pity that the layman has fallen into the devil way since then."

Xiao Yuanshan was shocked from the bottom of his heart, he pointed tremblingly at the old monk sweeping the floor, a burst of cold sweat emerged from his back.

What I have done these years are all under the eyes of this old monk. Who is this person?
Speaking of this, the sweeping old monk looked at Murong Bo, his eyes seemed to be able to see through all the secrets in him.

"Although Layman Murong is from Xianbei, he has lived in the south of the Yangtze River for a long time. Originally, the old monk thought that the layman would be able to imbue the literary grace of the south of the Yangtze River, but who knew that he put aside the humble words of the patriarch of our temple."

"After searching for a Nianhua finger book, I left as if I had found a treasure."

As soon as these words came out, Murong Bo's face was quite unbelievable, this old monk actually had a panoramic view of his first night here.

The sweeping old monk shook his head slightly, his tone more serious.

"Not only that, Layman Murong's heart is much more greedy than Layman Xiao's. Not only did he learn many martial arts in the Sutra Pavilion, but he also recorded a copy of them."

"The old monk thought that you taught it to your son, but now you realize that you taught him to an eminent Tibetan monk."

Having said this, the old floor-sweeping monk stared at Jiumozhi for a long time, and could not help but sigh.

"Amitabha, the three of you are wrong, it can be called a big mistake."

Seeing this, Jiumozhi felt that this old monk was the one who couldn't bear the face of Shaolin Temple and deliberately invited him here to pretend to be a ghost, he didn't care at all.

"Oh? The little monk wants to ask for advice. What is wrong with the little monk and the two laymen? What did they do wrong?"

After finishing speaking, Jiumozhi sneered twice, wanting to see how this old monk pretended to be a ghost.

(End of this chapter)