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

Chapter 5 I Can't See
Silently repeating in my heart that I can't see, I can't see, Ye Wuxin lowered her head and went straight to the bedroom.

The gray-robed monk's clothes had disappeared. After he silently returned to the bedroom, his heart was beating wildly.

Almost, almost life and death.

"I can't wander around in the middle of the night anymore. The water in Shaolin Temple is too deep, but if I don't go out, I will practice the Mingyu Sutra."

Thoughts were like electricity, Ye Wuxin frowned, and an idea popped into her mind.

'Shaolin Temple has its own land for farming on weekdays, but it also accepts some ceremonies for people's salvation, etc., to subsidize the temple. '

'If you can get involved, you will naturally have time to practice Mingyu Kungfu, and then it will be when Shaolin disciples travel down the mountain. '

'The sky is high and the emperor is far away, so it is easy to practice. '

It is impossible to travel down the mountain. He is still waiting for a team of Shaolin monks to go down the mountain to post hero posts and go to Leigu Mountain to break the Zhenlong chess game.

Right now there is only one way, to sneak into the Buddhist monks and save others in order to gain the opportunity to practice martial arts.

With a thought, Ye Wuxin appeared in the system space.

Now that things are up to now, I can only think of a way to increase my strength, and I don't care about hiding my clumsiness.

Xuan Bei died, and it wasn't long before the Beggar Clan changed drastically. As the leading brother, Xuan Ci must be extremely afraid of this matter.

As Xu Zhu is his own flesh and blood, he will definitely be blamed by Xuanci, lest his identity be exposed and Shaolin Temple's millennium reputation will be ruined.

Besides, when Xuan Bei's matter is settled, he will definitely ask himself for any clues about that letter.

Turning his gaze, Ye Wuxin's eyes fell on the emotional point.

"The junior lottery draw is once a month, the intermediate level lottery draw is once a year, and the advanced level lottery draw is once every ten years. Is there 41320 points left, which is 41 junior lottery draws?"

"It can also be turned into four intermediate lottery draws and one primary lottery draw. Can't you specify the type of draw? Trouble."

After hesitating for a long time, he still didn't make up his mind.

Meeting Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo is a small probability event after all, and they will not kill them in Shaolin Temple, unless they are really tracked down.

If the cultivation base is too high, it may hurt one's life if one's own internal strength is transformed by Beiming's magical power, but it is enough to save one's life by cultivating to the realm of a second-rate master.

The premise is not to provoke those well-known masters in the martial arts.

A few days later, under the watchful eyes of all the monks in Shaolin Temple, the relic left by Xuan Bei was sent to the relic tower of Shaolin Temple.

At the same time, a letter of worship was rushed to the Murong family in Gusu.

Following the death of Xuan Bei, the Xuanzi generation and Huizi generation of Shaolin Temple obviously paid more attention to the martial arts of many juniors, and the eminent monks of the Xuanzi generation who usually see their heads and tails also began to instruct their juniors in martial arts.

In the martial arts training ground, Ye Wuxin punched the wooden stake with a calm expression.

Occasionally, when senior brothers and sisters of Xuzi generation asked for advice, he would look calm and patiently explain one by one, attracting Xuansheng and Xuandu to look slightly sideways.

Xuan Sheng said kindly, nodding his head slightly.

"Senior brother, this junior's Great Arhat Boxing has already reached a high level, and it is considered to be among the best among Xu Zi's generation. It is not easy to cultivate the basic skills to this level."

Xuandu looked at Ye Wuxin, raised his white eyebrows, as if he remembered something.

"This junior, I remember cleaning the monastery for me, serving tea and water, and I also taught him two tricks. It seems that he also did a lot of hard work in secret."

"So that's how it is. If he can persevere, maybe he will be able to enter Arhat Hall after decades."

Hearing this, Xuandu clasped his hands together and recited the Buddha's name.

"Amitabha, who can know the variables of the future."

[Emotional points from Xuandu +1]

[Emotional points from Xuqing +5]

[Emotional points from falsehood +3]

Doing good deeds, teaching many juniors to practice martial arts, not only can gain emotional points, but also gain gratitude. Where can I find such a good thing!

The bottom of my heart burst into laughter, but Ye Wuxin's expression remained calm.

Although this little emotional point is not much, it can also allow him to draw one more prize after a long period of time, which is better than nothing.

Seeing that no one asked him for advice for the time being, Ye Wuxin devoted himself to honing his fists and feet, and occasionally mixed in a move or two of Vajra Palm in secret.

When he came back to his senses, the sun had already set to the west, and many disciples who were tired of temperament had already left, and he was about to finish his work and leave.

At this time, Xuanci was wearing a monk's robe, holding a tin staff and standing beside Xuandu and Xuansheng.

After sweeping his eyes over the many juniors of the Xuzi generation below, Ye Wuxin felt Xuan Ci's gaze linger on him for a moment, and then slowly moved to the distance.

"Amitabha, although martial arts training is heavy, one cannot forget the foundation of Buddhism."

After the few people left, Ye Wuxin lowered his head and began to think.

'Well, it looks like they are here to look for me, so I can only go there again tonight, I hope I won't run into any trouble. '

With a free and easy smile, Ye Wuxin turned and left, and rushed to the distant stream to take a bath and change clothes.

It's somewhat uncomfortable to rush to eat with sweat all over the body, what's more, he still has to meet his biological father with this body as Xu Zhu, he must not lose his manners.

Late at night, full of stars.

Inside the Daxiong Hall of Shaolin Temple, Xuanci had a benevolent demeanor, knocking on the wooden fish without haste.

Boom boom boom!
Without waiting for a response, Ye Wuxin slowly opened the door and walked in, then closed the door shut.

"Abbot."

"There is no one here, so you don't have to be so restrained."

After hesitating for a moment, Ye Wuxin said slowly.

"father."

[Emotional points from Xuan Ci +100]

Seeing the corners of Xuanci's mouth slightly raised, Ye Wuxin also understood how excited this abbot of Shaolin, whose wife and children were separated, was excited about the appearance of his child.

"Good boy, what impression do you have of that letter?"

Here it is, it really is about the Yanmen Pass incident.

After pondering for a long time, he slowly shook his head.

"Don't dare to lie to daddy, the boy doesn't know the source of this letter at all, after seeing it at the time, he just wanted to seek the truth."

Muyu paused slightly, and the expression on Xuanci's face changed from kindness to solemnity.

"Good boy, don't tell anyone about what was written in that letter. That was the mistake we made, and it is also one of the most annoying things in my life."

"Oh, it's my father's credulity to trust others, and he made a big mistake after all, Amitabha."

After a long silence, Xuan Ci spoke again.

"Son, show off the martial arts you have practiced one by one."

Ye Wuxin got up after hearing the words, and demonstrated the Arhat Fist and Wei Tuo Palm that she had practiced in front of the Buddha statue, and finally demonstrated the immature Great Vajra Palm.

"Well, your Arhat boxing has already begun to grasp the door, just practice hard."

Under the dim candlelight, a father and a son experience a different kind of family happiness in the Daxiong Palace.

(End of this chapter)