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

Chapter 2 Shaolin Martial Arts
The sky is twilight and misty, and the day of Shaolin Temple starts before dawn.

Carrying water, chopping firewood, cleaning fallen leaves in temples, chanting scriptures and meditating.
As the third generation in Shaolin Temple, Ye Wuxin was naturally assigned a lot of chores.

Facing the many seniors who were walking like flying in the water, he could only secretly use his internal strength and bite the bullet.

Fortunately, Ye Wuxin's internal strength is already considered a third-rate master, and the medicinal properties of Wubaohua honey wine and Laba porridge have not yet faded.

After picking up two water tanks, he didn't feel too tired, but he got used to his body a lot.

After a lap, he also saw the general strength of Xu Zi's generation.

There is no doubt that among the many monks of Xu's generation, none of them has better internal strength than him.

This is normal, although Shaolin is well-known all over the world, it is rare for the young generation to have the talent of heaven.

To train a monk, one needs to be able to read and break characters, recite Buddhist scriptures, exercise his body, and cultivate his Buddha-nature from an early age. It is not until he is an adult that he can choose a few Shaolin 72 unique skills.

As for inner strength and mentality, although it was taught from childhood, this kind of thing still depends on personal talent.

Shaolin's systematic cultivation of talents has made it difficult for those with a little talent to stand out, but the lower limit of many juniors is quite high.

A skill that has been practiced for decades, no matter how bad it is, it is at least a first-class master at the bottom.

After the chores were done, Ye Wuxin, who was sore all over, followed his brothers and sisters to the dining hall.

Wild vegetables, fragrant eggplants, and all kinds of vegetables are available, which can be regarded as a way for him to see what is called a vegetarian dish.

In the martial arts training ground of Shaolin Temple, Ye Wuxin stood in front of the wooden man and punched and kicked the wooden man.

When he was practicing martial arts, he would yell loudly from time to time. The martial arts he practiced was the Great Arhat Boxing, one of Shaolin's 72 unique skills.

Arhat boxing, as an introductory stunt in Shaolin Temple, can be said to be known by everyone, but this does not mean that it is not strong.

As an ancient unique skill of Shaolin Temple, Arhat Boxing is easy to understand, masculine and powerful, and its subtlety is enough to make people study for a lifetime.

[Arhat Boxing: 7% (proficiency)]

This is the achievement of Xu Zhu's 20 years of cultivation, and it is also his true talent.

Although there are reasons for his lack of practice in martial arts in his early years, the yellow-browed monk was able to travel around the rivers and lakes when he practiced the Vajra Fingers to the second level and seven points.

It can be seen from this that Xu Zhu's qualifications are really not good.

The sun was setting and it was getting late.

Ye Wuxin, who had been exercising all afternoon, showed a slight smile, and her proficiency in Arhat Boxing increased by one percent.

'After a few days, my Arhat Fist will definitely reach the first level, relying on my own internal strength, I will definitely be able to win the leader of this martial arts performance. '

【drop!Emotional points from Huilun +5]

"Xu Zhu, why are you so diligent today?"

Seeing her enlightenment master ask a question, although Ye Wuxin was surprised by the appearance of emotional points, she still respectfully replied.

"Tuer's talent is dull. Every time he competes in martial arts, he loses more than he wins and wins less. He only sharpens his gun when the performance of martial arts is approaching."

"Although you lose more than you win, but you are good, you have little heart for victory or defeat. This is the principle of the Buddha, Amitabha."

Huilun turned and left, and a message appeared in Ye Wuxin's eyes again.

[Emotional points from Huilun +10. 】

Outside the training ground, Monk Huilun touched his bald head, feeling a little strange.

How did my apprentice, who is usually not good at speaking, become so eloquent?Could it be that he had a bit of an epiphany about the Zen machine?really weird.

Forget it, this is Shaolin, and no one dares to pretend to be a Shaolin disciple, let alone Xu Zhu who he has seen since he was a child!
'15 mood points?1000 points for the junior lottery draw, plus zero for the intermediate level, plus zero for the advanced level, the road is difficult. '

Ye Wuxin shook her head slightly, and left the martial arts training ground to take a bath and change clothes for tonight's dinner.

Three days later, in the Shaolin martial arts arena.

The eminent monk Xuan Sheng from the generation of Xuan nodded his head slightly, and Hui Zhen from the generation of Hui saluted respectfully, secretly calling out the Shaolin Lion Roar to the crowd below.

"The martial arts begin!"

As Xu Zhu is the youngest person in Xu's generation, naturally he cannot avoid saluting to every monk, it was his turn to step onto the martial arts arena until a long time later.

"Brother, please enlighten me."

Xu Sheng nodded slightly, clenched his fists tightly, shaped like a big pestle, which is one of Shaolin's 72 unique skills, the Great Wei Tuo pestle.

"Brother, be careful."

The big Wei Tuo pestle takes Wei Tuo's meaning of subjugating demons, and the moves are powerful and heavy, with unparalleled power.

Ye Wuxin was shocked inwardly, but his expression remained calm. He secretly used three points of inner energy to protect his whole body, and let out a loud shout.

"what!"

It was also a powerful and heavy punch, and the big Arhat's fist hit the Xusheng's fist.

Seeing Xu Sheng push back a few steps, Ye Wuxin saluted immediately.

"Thank you, brother, for letting me go."

"No, my junior martial art has improved a lot, but I don't have the slightest strength to be a brother."

Xu Sheng also saluted, and silently stepped aside.

Xuan Sheng sat cross-legged on the futon, and had a panoramic view of the martial arts competition of the disciples below.

Seeing the performance of Xu Zhu and Xu Sheng, Xuan Sheng nodded slightly.

"Don't be arrogant when you win, don't be discouraged when you lose, and don't have the heart to win, so you can get close to the truth of my Buddha."

A group of monks of Huizi generation nodded slightly, Huilun mingled among them, the corners of their mouths slightly raised, and then calmed down.

[Emotional points from Xuansheng +1]

[Emotional points from Huilun +20]

'Add 20?It's the highest one so far.Master, it seems that your Zen practice is not enough. I am happy that it is so easy. '

As the sun goes down, with the competition of many senior brothers, the Xuzi generation's martial arts performance is coming to an end.

Relying on the internal strength comparable to a third-rate master and the [-]% proficiency of Arhat Boxing, Ye Wuxin won consecutive victories, making Huilun a big hit among many senior brothers.

In the last match, Xu Zhu vs. Xu Yuan.

The Great Vajra Finger practiced by Xu Yuan is almost the same as his Arhat Fist, and his internal strength is also ranked among the top three among his peers.

Facing the oncoming fierce finger force, Ye Wuxin gave full play to the principle of seeming rigidity but not rigidity in the Great Arhat Fist, and confronted it with the method of striking east and west.

In the end, it was worthy of winning the leader of this martial arts performance.

"This competition is over, the winner is Xu Zhu, all disciples practice Buddhism and martial arts diligently."

Before he finished speaking, an elderly monk wearing a red cassock slowly appeared and stood beside Xuan Sheng.

"Senior brother in charge."

Many eminent monks and disciples saluted one after another, showing respect on their faces.

Xuanci, the head of Shaolin, is honored by the people of the Jianghu as "Fuhu Arhat", and his great vajra palm is even more famous in the Jianghu.

Ye Wuxin had a complex expression, and silently saluted the old man in front of him.

This is the father of his body, a person who regards Shaolin Qingyu as more important than the lives of his wife and children.

"Amitabha, tonight at [-]:[-] pm, the winner of the martial arts show will come to the main hall, and the poor monk will explain the Buddhist scriptures and martial arts to him."

Another series of emotions came to the account, Ye Wuxin's expression was as calm as an ancient well, and he bowed deeply.

"The monk thanked the abbot."

At the same time, Ye Wuxin secretly made up his mind that this time he would do something big.

(End of this chapter)