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

Chapter 23 Can things about one's own sect be called stealing?
Abbot Xuanci looked solemnly, looked at Qiao Feng and said slowly.

"Although the benefactor is no longer in the Beggar Clan, he is a well-known figure in the martial arts after all. He came to our temple today and shot and killed Junior Brother Xuan Ku. I don't know why, but I hope you can give me some advice."

Qiao Feng let out a long sigh, and knelt down to Xuan Ku's corpse.

"Master, when you were about to die, you thought it was your disciple who harmed you, so that you died with hatred. Although the disciple never dared to offend the master, the reason why the villain harmed you was all because of the disciple."

"The disciple should have died to thank the teacher, but the master's great revenge will not be avenged. The disciple violated the dignity of Shaolin today, the master forgives the sin."

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

The oil lamp went out, and Qiao Feng slapped the monk guarding the law on the back, smashing his fat body through the door.

A group of martial monks of the Xuanzi generation heard the sound of the door being broken, and each used their grasping techniques to grab the monk who guarded the law.

All the eminent monks of the Xuan family focused on capture, they didn't want to hurt Qiao Feng's life, they just wanted to question him why he killed Junior Brother Xuanku and why he appeared in Shaolin Temple late at night.

Shaolin Temple's 72 stunts are the variety of hands-on kung fu. The eminent monks of the Xuan family are all top-notch masters, each of them is good at grasping techniques, but they are not all the same.

All of a sudden, all the means of capturing dragon hands, eagle claw skills, diamond fingers, and stone fists were fully displayed.

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

After a while, the little novice took the flint and lit the oil lamp in the room. The monks immediately realized that they had arrested the wrong person.

Seeing this, the head of the Bodhidharma Academy let out a cold snort.

"Brothers, don't move around, keep the precepts, and you take your nephews to search the inside and outside of the Taoist Temple for me carefully. I don't believe that Qiao Feng can fly with the wings on his back!"

A group of monks began a mighty search in the Taoist Temple.

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

Hearing the shout that resounded throughout the Shaolin Temple, Ye Wuxin frowned, hurriedly left the room, and entered the blind corner of the nearby courtyard wall.

'The time has come, it's time for me to do it. '

Not long after, Ye Wuxin, who was covered in black with a human skin mask on his face, combed the long hair behind his back, and with a flash, he rushed straight to the outside of the Yaowang courtyard.

After waiting for a while, Ye Wuxin rushed into the Medicine King's Courtyard after a little novice went away with a bowl of soup.

Using internal power secretly, the barbed caltrop in his hand instantly shot at a corner, and a dozen monks instantly surrounded the place where the abnormal sound was, forming a special formation in the blink of an eye.

'Eighteen Arhats Formation, one of the 72 stunts, Yaowangyuan's security is much deeper than imagined, so that's the case.'

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

"Don't act rashly, maintain the formation!"

In the panic, an old order came out, and the 36 Shaolin monks carefully guarded their surroundings, waiting for the thick smoke to disperse.

When the smoke bomb exploded, Ye Wuxin ran into a room in the Yaowang Courtyard like a wild goose, looking for the existence of Dahuandan.

'Most of the places where elixirs are stored will avoid cold and humid places, and will not allow direct sunlight. '

'That is to say, the place where the elixir has the strongest fragrance and the elixir furnace is the most vigorous is where the elixir is stored in the temple. '

Thinking is like turning electricity, Mingyu Gong is secretly running, and the scenes inside and outside the Yaowang Courtyard come to mind.

'is there? '

Sneaking out of the room without a sound, taking advantage of the opportunistic time when the thick smoke had not cleared, Ye Wuxin went through the window and entered the medicine refining place in Yaowangyuan.

Seeing the huge alchemy furnace in that room, he knew that he was right, so he quickly searched for the location of the Great Returning Pill in the room.

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

'This is it. '

Just as he picked up the medicine bottle and left, a Buddha's chant sounded from the room.

"Amitabha, a good guest came late at night and searched for the precious medicine in this temple?"

Knowing badly, Ye Wuxin let the smoke bomb in his cuff fall to the ground, and a puff of thick smoke instantly covered his figure.

He only heard a slight inhalation sound, he rolled around like a lazy donkey, narrowly avoided the air splitting palm of the unknown monk, and rushed out of the room.

"Amitabha! Brothers, let's work together to capture this gentleman on Liangshang, and interrogate him why he came here!"

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

Thirty-six warrior monks formed two Eighteen Arhat Arrays, tightly surrounding him.

The doors of each room were opened, and six eminent monks wearing monk robes of the Xuan character generation sealed off all directions, which can be said to have sealed off all escape routes.

Ye Wuxin sighed helplessly when he saw several monks using their internal strength secretly and preparing to split their palms.

"The life of my friend is dying, and I urgently need the medicine of your temple to heal me. I implore all the eminent monks to put it on the next lifeline. Saving a life is better than a seven-level pagoda!"

The leading old monk clasped his palms together, and replied in a spirited manner.

"Your honored guest trespassed into our temple in the middle of the night, and he didn't know that you were evil and his friend's behavior. If I waited to save a demon, wouldn't it be an added karma?"

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

"Are the eminent monks determined to keep me here? Then don't blame me for being ruthless!"

As soon as the words fell, the six-way splitting palm hit Ye Wuxin directly, and 36 long sticks blocked his upper, middle and lower three ways. At this moment, the situation was extremely endangered.

Eyelids lowered, the turbulent Ming Yu Gong mixed with the strong internal force, took over the force of Liudao's splitting palm.

"change."

Under the ingenious operation of Mingyu Kungfu and Yihuajieyu, the air-split palm force counterattacked the long sticks in the hands of 36 monks.

There was a burst of crackling, and the weapons in the hands of many monks were all shattered and turned into pieces of sawdust.

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

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

"Thank you all eminent monks for your mercy, I am very grateful, and I will leave."

The thick smoke dissipated, and Ye Wuxin's figure had long since disappeared. The six monks chanted the Buddha's name together, with extremely solemn expressions on their faces.

The six of them, brothers and sisters, joined hands to fight together. This person not only used exquisite kung fu to defuse the force of splitting palm, but also counterattacked the weapons in the hands of a group of monks of the wise generation.

The purity of internal force and the subtlety of exercises are rare in the world.

Even so, this person did not resort to violence and violence to kill, but only left in a concealed way, and they did not know how to evaluate it.Xuan Chun sighed in a low voice.

"Hey, tell Brother Abbot."

(End of this chapter)