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

Chapter 32
Time flies, half a month has passed.

For the past half month, there has been no news of Qiao Feng in the Jianghu, but his name and his deeds still make everyone in the Jianghu despise and feel a little scared.

In the battle of Juxianzhuang, Qiao Feng killed dozens of heroes by himself, and also let many people in the world see Bei Qiaofeng's strength.

Coupled with the mysterious black-clothed man who appeared at the last moment, the news about Juxian Village has spread widely, even the Shaolin Temple, which has always been a place of pure Buddhism, has heard of it.

Among the mountain roads of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, Ye Wuxin took a broom in his hand and began to clean it without distraction.

Not long after, an old monk in green robe slowly walked up.

"Master, you are here."

Ye Wuxin saluted respectfully, with a trace of respect on his expression.

"Amitabha, this old monk just taught you some Dharma, that's all, I can't be your master."

"Senior is too polite. In the past, the Buddha was not ashamed to ask for the Mahayana Dharma, let alone the younger monk who knows little about Buddhism?"

Ye Wuxin did all the courtesy and respectfully treated the sweeping monk in front of him like a disciple.

Practicing 72 unique skills requires the use of Mahayana Buddhism to resolve the hostility in martial arts. Ye Wuxin has as many as six 72 unique skills, and the hostility is far more profound than that of monks of the same generation.

Coincidentally, he was assigned to clean up the fallen leaves in the Sutra Pavilion, so it was really not in his character not to take the opportunity to ask about Buddhism.

"Good, good, it's really rare to see the right way at such a young age."

The sweeping monk staggered up the mountain path, and Ye Wuxin followed behind the old man.

In the Buddhist scripture pavilion of Shaolin Temple, the floor-sweeping old monk handed over a slightly damaged scripture to Ye Wuxin.

"This is the Buddhist quotations of the eminent monks of the past dynasties, patiently study, the vastness of the Buddhadharma is endless. It is rare and rare for you to realize what is the right way at this age"

The old monk who swept the floor turned and left. Ye Wuxin carefully put away the scriptures and prepared to copy a copy overnight.

With a thought, a trace of thought has entered the system.

[Elementary task: apprenticeship]

[Mission introduction: The Dharma is profound, you need a famous teacher to guide the way, find an eminent monk and ask him to give advice on the Dharma. 】

[Mission Reward: Number of Primary Lottery Draws +1]

The rare task of conscience, when this task appeared, Ye Wuxin took it with lightning speed.

In the next few days, every day he would pester the old monk to ask him to explain the Dharma to him.

Maybe because he saw that he was a talented person, or maybe because he was impatient with him, the sweeping monk agreed to explain the Dharma to him.

After going back and forth, Ye Wuxin's master recognized him.

Until now, when the sweeping monk actually handed over the eminent monk's classics to him, the mission rewards were officially issued, which also means that the sweeping monk really recognized him as a disciple.

The sun was sinking to the west, and Ye Wuxin looked at the proficiency column after practicing the last form of Arhat Boxing in the Shanmen Martial Arts Field.

'Finally, I have finally reached 70% of a foreign skill, and my hard work day and night is not in vain. '

Although Luohanquan is an entry-level Shaolin 72 stunt, everyone knows both hands, but it is indeed easy to learn but difficult to master.

Looking at all the Shaolin monks, except for the old monks of the Xuan family, no one can surpass Ye Wuxin in the attainment of Arhat boxing.

It can be said that he knows most of the Luohan boxing moves by heart, and he can be regarded as a serious Shaolin monk in the Jianghu.

This is different from the moves he used to run Luohan Quan with Ming Yugong's mental method.

Mingyu Gong is biased towards negative internal force, and it often carries a trace of yin and cold air when it is shot.

It's hard to deal with those bandits and bandits, but once you face an enemy with high martial arts skills, you can easily see through the opponent's martial arts.

It wouldn't be surprising if people found out that he was a Shaolin monk who secretly learned his martial arts, and was expelled from the temple even if his father was the abbot of Shaolin.

Late at night, within the system space.

"Staying in Shaolin Temple, I really feel inferior."

Looking at the few emotional points, Ye Wuxin sighed quietly.

The temple was originally a place of pure cultivation and asceticism, and his system was completely useless here. Even if he occasionally taught his peers about martial arts, he would get very little emotional points.

More than half a month has passed, and he has obtained very few emotional points. In addition to the mission rewards and the remaining emotional points before, he can only draw two intermediate lottery draws.

Ye Wuxin, who knew how bad the lottery draw was, used up all two lottery draws without any hope. Following a burst of white light, a paper figurine and a pitch-black silver needle fell into his hand.

【Black Blood God Needle (One and a Half Star)】

[Evaluation: The secret hidden weapon of the Sun Moon God Religion, which is quenched with the secret poison of the Sun Moon God Religion, whoever hits it will die. 】

[Note: Be careful not to stab yourself. 】

【Paper figurine incarnation (imitation) (five stars)】

[Evaluation: The items refined by the Taishang Laojun in the Tushi Palace in his spare time can be transformed into an incarnation with the same strength as his own after use, with no time limit. (An imitation made by an unknown existence)]

[Remarks: It implies a trace of the power of turning three cleans into one qi, which is extremely precious. 】

Pupils shrank, Ye Wuxin carefully stored the Black Blood God Needle, and then repeatedly studied the paper figurine in his hand.

Five-star, the highest-level item he can harvest since he got the system.

The most important thing is that the person who refined this thing turned out to be Taishang Laojun. Can there be imitations of this rare treasure?Who?

"There won't be any side effects, is there any hidden pit? How can this thing be used?"

After hesitating for a moment, Ye Wuxin pierced his index finger with the dagger, wanting to recognize the master with a drop of blood.

As a result, after the blood slid over the surface of the paper man, it dripped onto the ground.

"How does this thing work?"

[This charge is 1000 points, and the remaining emotional points are not enough. 】

"you are vicious!"

After glancing at the balance of emotional points, Ye Wuxin honestly began to study by himself.

A moment later, when he injected his inner power into the paper figurine, an obvious suction swallowed it up.

Until nine out of ten of his internal energy was sucked away, this old paper man slowly turned into a wisp of green smoke, turning into Ye Wuxin's current appearance.

A monk with good features and a strong figure stood in front of him.

"Amitabha, you are being polite, little monk."

Looking at the paper figurine avatar who clasped his hands together and saluted respectfully, an indescribable sense of weirdness arose spontaneously.

It's an odd feeling, like you're looking in a mirror, but you can switch your perspective at will, especially when the mirror self greets you.

"Amitabha."

Ever since the avatar appeared, Ye Wuxin knew that the paper figurine avatar could only exist for one month, after which it would disappear due to exhaustion of internal energy.

"That's interesting."

With a raised brow, inspirations emerged from his mind.

(End of this chapter)