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

Chapter 15 Huijing defected to the Millennium Ice Silkworm
"Senior brother Huijing has disappeared."

Hearing Huineng's words, Huijue felt something was wrong.

"Huijing is missing? What's going on? Tell me carefully, without any omissions."

When Ye Wuxin at the side heard the name Huijing, a flash of memory subconsciously flashed in his eyes.

'Hui Jing?This name sounds familiar!etc'

Ye Wuxin suddenly thought of something, and the confusion in his eyes turned into a sudden realization.

"Huijing, the millennium ice silkworm!It was the thousand-year-old ice silkworm caught by the monk named Huijing at the peak of Kunlun Mountain, which turned You Tanzhi into the world's top expert! '

Feeling hot, Ye Wuxin narrowed her eyes subconsciously, thinking about how to get the thousand-year-old ice silkworm.

There's no way, it's human nature to want to receive something good when you see it.

Listening patiently to Monk Huineng's words, he silently considered possible successful plans.

After a long time, monk Hui Neng made things clear.

It turned out that the two had been traveling in all directions since they came down from the Shaolin Temple.

Until one day, the two found a broken book, which recorded a lot of strange knowledge.

Monk Huijing was greedy, so he stole the book one night, and left his junior brother to travel the rivers and lakes alone.

Now it has been more than half a year since he left Shaolin Temple, monk Huijing can be said to be completely silent in the arena, as if he had evaporated in the martial arts.

Hearing what Huineng said, Ye Wuxin knew that Huijing had already tried to catch the thousand-year-old ice silkworm on the top of Kunlun Mountain.

"Junior Brother Huijing has been missing for so long, why did you come here to explain to me now!"

Seeing Huineng's face, Huijue knew that he didn't want the people in the Discipline Academy to know about Huijing, and he also had a hint of covetousness towards the broken ancient book.

"Hmph, after returning to Shaolin Temple, go to the Discipline Academy to receive your punishment."

As soon as Huijue's words fell, Huineng's face turned extremely gray.

After one thought flashed through his mind, Huijue said loudly:

"Brothers, please clean up the last area as soon as possible, and report this matter to the head abbot as soon as possible."

All the monks of the Hui generation nodded in unison, and the expressions on their faces became extremely serious.

Huijue's meaning is already very obvious. Huijing is probably regarded as an abandoned disciple of Shaolin by many eminent monks of the Xuan family.

Once the monks of Shaolin Temple found Huijing's traces, their martial arts would be abolished at least, and they would be executed directly at worst.

No way, every disciple who can travel down the mountain has at least three Shaolin Temple 72 stunts.

Ordinary Arhat Fist and Wei Tuo Zhang, which are relatively conspicuous moves, are not counted. If those treasured 72 stunts and Shaolin mental methods are revealed, this is a big taboo in the world.

If the mind is leaked, everyone in the world will know the weakness of martial arts and the weakness between breathing and breathing.

Once the weaknesses are known, it is difficult for ordinary Jianghu sects to gain a foothold in the Jianghu. Even if Shaolin Temple is a great sect that has been passed down for thousands of years, it is difficult to withstand such leaks of martial arts.

After a short rest, a group of Shaolin monks set off to the depths of the mountain to complete the final cleaning.

Three days later, a group of people rushed back in the direction of Shaolin Temple, with inexplicable anxiety on their faces.

A group of people waited non-stop, and traveled day and night, and finally rushed back to Shaolin Temple within seven days.

At the same time, along with all the Shaolin monks, there was also a messenger to the Murong family in Gusu.

In Shaolin Temple, after Huijue reported Huijing's affairs, the messenger told all the eminent monks from the Murong family that no one was willing to accept his invitation from Shaolin Temple.

"What do you think about Huijing?"

Xuan Ci said in a low voice with a calm tone.

XuanNan stood up and replied with a heavy tone.

"Hui Jing was born with greed and violated the rules and regulations of the temple, so the temple should send someone to arrest him and bring him back to the precepts courtyard for trial."

After pondering for a moment, Xuanci spoke slowly.

"Amitabha, when the matter of Xuan Bei's younger brother is over, let the younger brother go out and arrest this traitor."

XuanNan nodded slightly, bowed his head and recited scriptures.

The top priority is to get rid of Xuan Bei's matter, so as not to make people in the world underestimate his Shaolin Temple name.

As for Huijing, a young monk of the Hui generation, a junior who has not even practiced Shaolin 72 unique skills to enter the hall, does not have the blessing to be in the eyes of all the eminent monks of the Xuan generation.

In the middle of the night, everything is silent.

In the silent bedroom, a gleam of moonlight appeared on Ye Wuxin's face.

After a while, his face turned slightly pale, and his whole body seemed to be covered by a thin layer of ice.

The changes in the darkness didn't last long, and the vision on Ye Wuxin's body disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

With dim eyes, he slowly opened them, and a ray of coldness condensed from his palm.

"The third level of Mingyu Gong is completed, and I have officially entered the ranks of second-rate masters." '

Taking a long breath of cold air, an imperceptible smile appeared on Ye Wuxin's face.

The world's second-rate masters are already the head teachers of a small sect, such as Xin Shuangqing of the Wuliang Sword School, and the master of the 72 caves of Lingjiu Palace, most of them are second-rate masters.

It can be said that Ye Wuxin has only a sliver of self-protection power in the Jianghu after he has cultivated to this level.

"Among the rivers and lakes, those who are good at using weapons are better than bare hands after all. Even the monks who travel down the mountain, most of them carry the saber and Buddhist pestle."

"If you don't have weapons, you will suffer in the end. The only weapons I know are the Quanzhen swordsmanship of Quanzhen Sect."

'No, I have to find a way to get out of Xuanci a Shaolin 72 special skill about weapons. It's not enough, and it has to be easy to learn. Isn't the requirement a bit high? '

'It doesn't matter, anyway, it's Xu Zhu's own father, if you don't take advantage of this time, you won't be able to get caught! '

After making up her mind, Ye Wuxin fell into a dreamland, completely unaware that a figure hurried towards Shaolin Temple.

Late at night, at three o'clock in the afternoon.

Xuanci was sitting in the main hall, and a dark masked figure stood in front of him, his tone was extremely helpless.

"Things have been exposed, he already knows that he is not of Han blood."

Hearing the words of the figure in black, Xuanci's hand that knocked on the wooden fish froze in mid-air.

"Amitabha, the old monk predicted that there would be such a day sooner or later."

Xuan Ku at the side looked more and more miserable, and asked slowly.

"What's going on? Why did he learn about the secret that hasn't been revealed for so many years?"

The figure in black sneered in a low voice.

"Ma Dayuan, the deputy head of the Beggar Gang, died. His widow found the letter and announced it to the heroes of the world in the apricot forest."

(End of this chapter)