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

Chapter 23 Can the affairs of one’s own sect be called stealing?

Abbot Xuanci looked at Qiao Feng with a solemn expression and said slowly.

"Although the donor is no longer in the Beggar Clan, he is still a famous figure in the martial arts world. He came to our temple today and shot Junior Brother Xuanku to death. I don't know where he came from. I hope you can give me some advice."

Qiao Feng let out a long sigh and knelt before Xuan Ku's corpse.

"Master, when you were dying, you thought it was your disciple who harmed you, so you ended up holding grudges. Although your disciple never dared to offend your master, the reason why the traitor harmed you was all because of your disciple."

"This disciple should have thanked his master as soon as he died, but the master's great revenge will not be avenged. I violated the dignity of Shaolin today. Master forgives me."

Qiao Feng suddenly exhaled two long breaths, and the two oil lamps in the hall went out, and the room fell into darkness.

When the oil lamp went out, Qiao Feng slapped the monk on the back, knocking his fat body out of the door.

When a group of monks of the Xuan generation heard the sound of the door being broken, they each used grappling techniques to catch the monk.

All the eminent monks of the Xuan generation focused on capturing Qiao Feng, not wanting to harm Qiao Feng's life. They just wanted to interrogate him as to why he wanted to kill Junior Brother Xuan Ku and why he appeared in the Shaolin Temple late at night.

The seventy-two stunts of the Shaolin Temple are a variety of hand skills. The eminent monks of the Xuan generation are all first-class masters. They are all good at grappling techniques, but they are not the same.

Ye Wuxin slipped out of the room quietly, taking advantage of the thick smoke to dissipate, and climbed through the window and entered the medicine refining place in Yaowangyuan.

Three purple projectiles appeared in his hand, Ye Wuxin threw them casually, and thick purple smoke filled the Yaowang Courtyard in an instant.

As soon as he finished speaking, six air-splitting palms hit Ye Wuxin directly, and thirty-six long sticks blocked his upper, middle and lower roads. The situation was extremely dangerous at this moment.

Ye Wuxin waved his hand and struck, a cold inner force mixed with sawdust hit the floor tiles in the courtyard, and a thick smoke rose in the blink of an eye.

"Do you, all eminent monks, insist on leaving me here? Then don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Hearing the sound of slight inhalation, he rolled like a lazy donkey, barely avoiding the air-splitting palm energy of the unknown monk, and rushed out of the room.

Hearing the shout that resounded throughout the Shaolin Temple, Ye Wuxin raised his eyebrows and hurriedly left the room and entered the blind spot of the nearby courtyard wall.

Secretly channeling his inner strength, the caltrops in his hand instantly shot at a corner. A dozen monks immediately surrounded the place where there was a strange noise, forming a special formation in the blink of an eye.

"Amitabha, the guest came late at night and rummaged through the Medicine King's Courtyard for the rare medicines in our temple?"

The leading old monk put his hands together and replied with great energy.

The doors of each room opened, and six eminent monks wearing monk robes of the Xuan generation blocked all directions, which could be said to have blocked all escape routes.

"Thank you all eminent monks for showing mercy. I'm very grateful. I'll take my leave."

A moment ago in time, in Ye Wuxin's bedroom.

When the smoke bomb exploded, Ye Wuxin himself rushed into a room in Yaowang Courtyard like a wild goose, looking for the existence of the Great Return Pill.

'In other words, the place where the aroma of the elixir is the strongest and the fire of the elixir furnace is the strongest is where the elixir is stored in the temple.'

'Wherever elixirs are stored, most of them will avoid cold and humid places and will not be exposed to direct sunlight.'

Thirty-six monks formed two formations of Eighteen Arhats, tightly surrounding him.

'Is that there?'

Just as he was picking up the medicine bottle and leaving, a Buddha chant sounded from within the room.

In the empty Yaowang Courtyard, Ye Wuxin sighed helplessly, his own situation was in extreme danger.

In the blink of an eye, this change caused the expressions of the six eminent monks of the Xuan generation to change.

Seeing that the communication was ineffective, Ye Wuxin sighed quietly and secretly crushed the fragile jade token in his hand.

When the thick smoke dissipated, Ye Wuxin's figure had long disappeared. The six warrior monks chanted the Buddha's name in unison, with unusually solemn expressions on their faces.

All of a sudden, the Dragon Capturing Hand, Eagle Claw Technique, Diamond Finger, and Stone Fist were all on display.

After waiting for a while, until a young novice monk left with a bowl of soup, Ye Wuxin rushed into the Medicine King's Courtyard.

There was a crackling sound, and the weapons in the hands of many monks were shattered and turned into pieces of wood.

With his eyes lowered, the surging Ming Yu Kung mixed with the strong internal force took over the power of the six air-splitting palms.

The head of Bodhidharma Academy snorted coldly when he saw this.

"change."

When he saw several monks secretly channeling their internal energy and preparing to split the air with their palms, Ye Wuxin sighed helplessly.

"My friend is dying and is in urgent need of medical elixir from your temple. I sincerely ask all eminent monks to find the next way to survive. Saving one life is better than a seven-story pagoda!"

When he saw the huge alchemy furnace in the room, he knew that he was right and quickly searched the room for the location of the Great Return Pill.

‘For the Eighteen Arhat Formation, one of the seventy-two stunts, Yaowangyuan’s guard is much deeper than imagined, that’s why.’

Knowing that something was wrong, Ye Wuxin let the smoke bomb in his cuff fall to the ground, and a thick smoke instantly obscured his figure.

With the skillful operation of Ming Yu Gong and Hua Yu Jie, the power of splitting the air counterattacked the long sticks in the hands of thirty-six monks.

'The time has come, it's my turn to take action.'

'This is it.'

After a while, the young novice took a flint and lit the oil lamp in the room. The monks immediately realized that they had arrested the wrong person. The one who was captured was the monk who kept the law.

"Your distinguished guest broke into our temple late at night without knowing whether you are good or evil, or what the character of your friends is. If we save a devil, wouldn't we be adding to our karma?"

Not long after, Ye Wuxin, who was dressed in black and had a human skin mask on his face, combed his long hair on his back, flashed and rushed straight outside the Yaowang Courtyard.

After a while, Ye Wuxin found a small white porcelain bottle on the medicine shelf at the edge. The words "Da Huan Dan" were clearly written on the bottle.

"Amitabha! Brothers and sisters, please work together to capture this gentleman in Liang Shang and interrogate him as to why he is here!"

"Brothers, don't move around. Keep the rules. You and your nephews will search the inside and outside of the Zhengdao Institute for me. I won't believe that Qiao Feng can fly with wings on his back!"

Thoughts were spinning like electricity, the Ming Yu Gong was secretly running, and the scenes inside and outside Yaowang Courtyard came to mind.

There were even old monks blocking the way up and down, blocking all the important roads in the Zhengdao Temple, lest Qiao Feng take advantage of the chaos and escape. The vigilance level of the Zhengdao Temple reached an unprecedented peak at this moment.

A group of warrior monks began a massive search in the Zhengdao Temple.

In the panic, an old order came out, and the thirty-six Shaolin monks carefully watched their surroundings, waiting for the smoke to dissipate.

"Don't act rashly, maintain your position!"

Six of their brothers joined hands to attack together. Not only did this man use his exquisite skills to neutralize the force of his air-splitting palm, he was also able to return it to the weapons in the hands of a group of wise monks.

The purity of his internal energy and the subtlety of his skills are rare in the world.

Even so, this person did not go on a killing spree because of his strength, but only left in a hidden way. They didn't know how to evaluate him. Xuan Chun sighed in a low voice.

"Hey, let's report this to the abbot, senior brother."

(End of chapter)