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

Chapter 4 Xuan Bei passed away

When all the eminent monks of the Xuan generation heard this, their faces changed slightly and they chanted the Buddha's name.

The Murong family in Gusu has a mysterious whereabouts in the world, and it is difficult to distinguish between good and evil. They have been famous in the world for an unknown period of time.

This time Xuanbei passed away, and the great Skanda pestle in his body was definitely related to Gusu Murong.

"Senior Brother Head, Senior Brother Xuanbei has passed away. Please pay your respects to Gusu Murong's family as soon as possible and get to the bottom of this matter."

Xuanci nodded slightly and said loudly.

"Junior brother accepted the order of poor monks and went down the mountain to visit the Murong family to inquire about a secret matter from that year. Unexpectedly, he encountered such a difficulty, Amitabha."

"After the body of my junior brother is returned, the poor monk will personally inspect it. If this matter is really related to his Gusu Murong, the poor monk will definitely seek justice from his Gusu Murong!"

As he spoke, Xuanci's aura reached its peak, and his originally kind face turned into a look of angry eyes.

All the Xuanzi people put their hands together and chanted the name of the Buddha.

Although he was an eminent Buddhist monk and had already seen through life and death, when his disciple who had been with him for decades died unexpectedly outside the mountain, all the eminent monks also became angry.

A tall figure with a burly figure entered the main hall of Shaolin Temple like a ghost. Ye Wuxin was in the dark and was far away from him so that he was not exposed.

The Mingyu Kung Fu was stimulated by the moonlight and slowly began to intertwine and merge with the internal power formed by the Shaolin Heart Technique.

If Xiao Yuanshan takes action, he will have a slight chance of survival if he reveals his identity.

If someone found out about his good deeds, his life would be ruined here.

Ye Wuxin, who was hiding behind a group of monks, lowered his head slightly. While reciting the rebirth mantra, he couldn't help but think in his heart.

At the beginning of practice, Ming Yu Gong showed its profoundness.

Fortunately, I didn't meet Murong Bo, otherwise I would have been dead but not alive.

‘Alas, Shaolin Temple is not safe either. When traveling in the world, the most important thing is your own strength after all. You can’t keep that bottle of Qi-nourishing pills, and the emotional points that you got before.’

No matter what, eating is the most important thing. Life and death are determined by destiny. The living are always much more important than the dead.

Just when he was planning how to quickly make himself stronger, Huilun showed a look of sadness on his face and slowly walked to Ye Wuxin's side.

Seeing Huilun and many sad warrior monks with the word Hui leaving, all the juniors with the word "xu" dispersed.

'The person who killed Xuanbei was indeed a member of the Murong family, but it was not Murong Fu who was traveling around the world and secretly plotting plans to restore the country, but his father Murong Bo who faked his death and escaped.'

"Alas, Master Xuanbei is kind to others, how could he end up like this, Amitabha?"

If something goes wrong and the sweeping monk doesn't take action, his little life will end here before he can wait.

After repeated inspections by the eminent monks from Bodhidharma Academy, Discipline Academy, Luohan Hall, etc., they all nodded.

"Amitabha, I have made an image for you, but before you can see it clearly, all conditioned dharma is just like a dream."

I saw an eminent monk lying in a coffin and being taken to the temple by a man dressed as a farmer.

Three weeks later, Ye Wuxin called it a day and left.

All the eminent monks of the Xuan Dynasty in Shaolin Temple looked miserable and kept chanting the "Amitabha Buddha's Fundamental Rebirth Mantra".

Hurrying to the place where the noise was, Ye Wuxin's face darkened.

There was a burst of noise, which made him feel that something had happened.

'The tall and burly figure, the ghostly figure in black, is Xiao Yuanshan!'

"Master, don't be overly sad. My uncle must have gone to the Pure Land of the Buddha, converted to the Buddha, and enjoyed the incense and offerings."

'What's more important is that Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan are currently lurking in the Shaolin Temple to spy on Shaolin's unpublished internal skills, the Yijin Jing. The matter is very serious.'

I just wanted to practice my internal skills away from sight in the middle of the night, but God knows how I met that old guy.

This vision made Ye Wuxin secretly frightened, but the operation of his internal energy did not stop. A week later, his body surface showed a faint attraction.

Xuanci lowered his head to investigate, and the sadness on his face became much more intense.

Murong Bo, Xiao Yuanshan, Xiao Feng, and Jiumozhi are collectively known as the Four Heavenly Dragons by some fighting parties. It is really difficult for the current Xuan generation monks to deal with them alone.

Avoiding the sight of the senior brothers in the bedroom, Ye Wuxin came to a hidden corner outside the room and looked up at the sky.

Most of the monks in the Shaolin Temple have been trained since childhood, and their martial arts, character, and character are not bad, and there is no such thing as intrigue in their daily lives.

Similarly, Ye Wuxin burst into tears unconsciously, which made him feel a little cold.

Late at night, the moonlight shines like a wash.

If an outsider comes here, they will definitely see that his skin and facial features have changed slightly, and his skin is as if covered with a layer of white snow, and his originally unbearable appearance has become much more straightened.

Shaolin Temple has always been clean. On weekdays, only the sound of chanting sutras and chanting Buddha can be heard. How could it be so noisy?

'When you practice Ming Yu Gong to an advanced level, fighting with others will not only consume your internal energy, but will make you stronger as you fight, reaching the legendary realm of [circle and transparency].'

At this time, Ye Wuxin didn't dare to breathe, for fear that he would notice his presence.

He has absorbed all the power of a Qi-nourishing pill, plus daily chores and exercises, etc. As long as he sharpens himself in actual combat, he can be regarded as a true third-rate master.

'Why am I crying? Is this a subconscious reaction of my body? This is not a good sign.'

The Buddha also has the angry eyes of Vajra, let alone a group of famous Shaolin monks!

In the evening, a group of Hui Zi Bei warrior monks were preoccupied, and the keen Ye Wuxin immediately noticed something was wrong.

With a cold look in his eyes, Ye Wuxin gave up the thought of revealing the secret.

Just when he was satisfied and ready to go back to his room to rest, a subconscious glance from the corner of his eye made him break out in a cold sweat.

Xiao Yuanshan might not take action because he abandoned Xu Zhu in the vegetable garden, but Murong Bo had nothing to do with him.

Ye Wuxin opened his mouth to persuade, with a peaceful look on his face and a sincere expression.

"Yes, it is a large Skanda pestle. After my junior brother goes to the Pure Land of the Buddha, he should send it to Gusu Murong as soon as possible to pay homage to Amitabha."

Thinking of this, Ye Wuxin sighed quietly, turned around and walked towards the dining room.

Seeing the death of an elder who was usually kind to them, many monks had red eyes and looked sad.

When he saw stars in the sky and a cloudless sky, he took a pill and crossed his legs to absorb the essence of the moon and melt it into his body.

There is no other reason for this. Shaolin Temple cannot unjustly accuse innocent people, nor can it let the real murderer go, lest he be criticized by the public.

Ye Wuxin lowered his head and walked straight. When he reached the corner with a heavy heart, he suddenly noticed a gray monk's robe in the corner of his eye.

‘Wait, gray monk’s robes? Are there any monks wearing gray robes in Shaolin Temple?’

Suddenly realizing something, his heart beat two beats faster involuntarily.

'Damn! Murong Bo! I'm just going to go out and practice some internal skills. Why am I so unlucky?'

(End of chapter)