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

Chapter 9 Sweeping Three Hundred Miles

Time flies, and more than a month has passed.

Late at night, inside the Main Hall.

Ye Wuxin practiced the Great Vajra Palm every move, and Xuanci, who was sitting cross-legged on the futon, nodded slightly.

[Emotion points +10 from Xuanci]

After completing a set of palm technique demonstrations, Xuanci said with satisfaction.

"Yes, with this set of Great Vajra Palms, you have already mastered the first level of fire, and you can be considered a master."

Ye Wuxin looked calm when he heard this, neither arrogant nor impetuous.

Xuanci stood up slowly and demonstrated to him the unfamiliar moves he had just done.

In every gesture, a set of Great Vajra Palms was used by Xuanci with great proficiency, as if he had the demeanor of a master.

After sweeping away the fallen leaves, when Ye Wuxin was about to leave, a fellow monk hurried over.

But as soon as he closed his eyes, his mind couldn't help but recall the strength of the world's masters that he had asked Xuanci earlier.

Ye Wuxin frowned and couldn't help but murmur in his heart.

Ye Wuxin held a broom and swept aside the fallen leaves, his expression unusually calm.

"You and the other three are the most talented and courageous people among the Xu generation. This is a rare opportunity to follow the Luohan Hall masters out of the temple to clean up the robbers and bandits within a 300-mile radius of the Shaolin Temple."

For example, Emperor Baoding of Dali, Xu Zhu's father Fuhu Luohan, etc., who enjoy great reputation in the world, can be regarded as high-ranking among the first-class masters.

Huijue stood up and looked at Ye Wuxin and the others with satisfied expressions on their eyes.

Among the martial arts world, apart from those ordinary martial arts people who by chance got one or two secrets of residual moves, there are undoubtedly the largest number of third-rate masters.

Xuanci's tone was firm, and Xuandu was unable to refute.

Not long after, two more juniors from the virtual generation hurried over.

Before leaving, Ye Wuxin glanced out of the corner of his eye and vaguely saw a familiar figure.

"Amitabha, there is no escape from birth, old age, illness and death. We always have to go through hardships before the younger generations can carry the burden of Shaolin on their shoulders."

Taking a closer look, he saw that it was Xu Yuan who had fought against him before and Xu Qing, who was ranked among the top three in the Xu generation.

The number of second-rate masters is even smaller, and most of the second-rate masters in the entire world are the masters of their own sects.

Ye Wuxin saw that Xuanci was in a low mood and heard someone approaching outside the door, so he hurriedly saluted Xuanci and then left quickly.

‘Looking for me? What can happen? Could it be that my identity as the illegitimate son of the abbot of Shaolin Temple has been exposed?’

As for the first-class masters, they are the top figures in the entire world. Most of the eminent monks of the Xuan generation in Shaolin Temple are in this ranks.

Either he is famous all over the place, or he is a disciple of a big sect, and one person can withstand the siege of three or five third-rate masters.

Although it is troublesome to recite the mantra even to drink water in daily life, this kind of workplace life without intrigues and away from complicated interpersonal relationships is quite good.

"Senior brother, is it appropriate to let the younger generation of Xu Zi be exposed to such things so early?"

Ye Wuxin lowered his head after hearing this.

The only drawback that dissatisfied him was that there was no meat.

The only person who can be superior to them is the sweeping monk who hides in the Shaolin Temple and sweeps the floors silently.

The three bags were thrown into the hands of Ye Wuxin and the others, and a group of Shaolin monks set off in a mighty manner.

‘Dharma? No, if someone is following you and you can’t let yourself go, then what other way is there to leave the Shaolin Temple?’

What should I say? Your mother has done all kinds of evil over the years because of you. She often steals other people’s children who are less than a month old to play with, and then strangles those children to death after playing with them?

What would happen if Xu Zhu, a kind-hearted child who had never left the temple even a few times, suddenly learned the news? Xuan Ci didn't dare to say, and couldn't say either.

[Emotion points +1000 from Xuanci]

After thinking hard for a long time, Ye Wuxinye couldn't think of a suitable time to leave the temple, so he had no choice but to give up the idea.

In the bedroom, many fellow apprentices had already gone to bed, and he also washed himself and prepared to go to bed.

After a long silence, Xuanci never opened his mouth to tell Ye Wuxin the truth about his biological mother.

It has been almost three months since he came to this world, and he has become accustomed to the life here.

Ye Wuxin himself also knew that he thought there were many third-rate masters just because he lived in the Shaolin Temple.

On the way back, he couldn't help but think about it secretly in his heart.

Although it sounds like a lot, the third-rate masters in the entire world combined cannot even occupy one level.

According to Xuanci, all internal and external practitioners or those with strong external skills who can defeat dozens of bandits and bandits by one person are considered third-rate masters.

Well, Ye Wuxin thought her identity was exposed and was taken to the Discipline Academy for confrontation. It turned out to be a large-scale operation by Luohan Hall.

Early in the morning, in the Luohan Hall of Shaolin Temple.

'No, you can't keep doing it, but Xu Zhu's own father is gathering wool. It's only right that you have to find a way to gather wool outside.'

When Ye Wuxin saw this, some of the awkwardness in the demonstration of the Great Vajra Palm just now completely disappeared. According to his estimation, Xuanci's Great Vajra Palm must have at least eight levels of fire.

"Like my father, you are good at walking the path of being virtuous and strong. Given time, you will definitely be able to make a great name in the world."

In fact, a person with no background or sect can acquire a rudimentary technique and practice hard for a few years before he can be regarded as a member of the martial arts world.

Above that, there are the top masters such as Tubo Imperial Master Jiumozhi, Beiqiao Feng, Xiao Yuanshan, Murong Longcheng, Tianshan Tonglao and so on.

There is no shortage of fruits and vegetables in the Shaolin Temple, and there is no shortage of soybeans and other crops, but after all, they are not as good as meat.

All the injustices were caused by his gullible trust in others.

In front of the Luohan Hall, Ye Wuxin hurried over. A group of warrior monks of the Hui generation were holding swords, swords and pestles with solemn expressions.

After all the monks left, the figures of Xuanci and Xuandu appeared from the darkness.

"Junior brother Xu Zhu, my uncle is looking for you."

"Children do not seek to be famous in the world, they only seek to be able to serve their parents."

Although he was suspicious in his heart, Ye Wuxin quickly followed.

"The Buddha also has the angry eyes of Vajra. As a great sect of righteousness, Shaolin should protect the safety of all believers, Amitabha."

Monk Huijue, whom he had met once before, was sitting among the monks. He didn't speak when he came, and he looked like he was sitting in meditation.

Since the death of Senior Brother Xuanbei, many members of the Xuan generation have vaguely felt that a storm was brewing secretly, so they emerged from their usual retreats one by one.

"Everyone is here, let the poor monk explain the situation."

The country's national power was weakened, and the Liao Kingdom was watching covetously in the dark. At this critical moment, they could not tolerate these old bones hiding in the dark and waiting to die.

No matter what, Shaolin, a ship that has survived thousands of years safely, must be handed over to the hands of the next generation.

Xuan Du turned around and left, Xuan Ci silently looked at the direction Ye Wuxin was leaving in silence.

'Good boy, don't blame your father for being cruel. If you want to survive in this world, you have to let the goodness in your heart be contaminated by the world.'

(End of chapter)