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

Chapter 61 Sky Eye?microscope
It has been half a month since Shaolin Temple sent two eminent monks, Xuannan and Xuantong, to lead a group of novice monks down the mountain. Hero Assembly.

There are at least seven or eight teams of Shaolin monks who went down the mountain to post worship cards, and each team is led by at least one eminent monk of Xuanzi generation.

The sun was setting and the sky was getting late. A group of Shaolin monks had a rest in a ruined temple.

As a junior of the Xuzi generation, the paper figurine avatar naturally shoulders the chores of begging for water, lighting a fire and cooking with other Xuzi generation brothers and sisters, which also gave the paper figurine a chance to sneak out.

By the silent stream, the paper figurine recited the water purification mantra silently, and a figure in black robe quietly appeared behind him.

"Thanks a lot."

"Amitabha, you are me, and I am you, why bother?"

The paper figurine turned into palms together, and the little monk in front of him disappeared and fell into Ye Wuxin's hands.

Changing back into the monk's robe, carrying the water bag, Ye Wuxin walked towards the team.

During this period of time, relying on the negligible connection with the paper figurine avatar, he traveled day and night, and then hurried back, preparing to get the last chance to become the real son of destiny.

Time flies, and more than ten days later.

On this day, Ye Wuxin was the same as usual, with ten hero cards in the package, ready to casually stuff it to others.

Walking halfway, I felt thirsty for no reason, and walked around to see if there were any people living there, and I was going to ask for a sip of water.

Right here, he looked from a distance and happened to find a gazebo, so he rushed over there.

As soon as she entered the gazebo, Ye Wuxin's face remained unchanged, but her heart sank slightly.

There are two groups of people in the pavilion, one side has a large number of people, and the other side has only four people, but all of them have extraordinary martial arts skills.

Turning his gaze to the side of the four, the leader was dressed in black, with a thin body and two mustaches, and his expression was fierce.

The second person was wearing a khaki robe, and was also thin and bony, but tall, with drooping eyebrows, a sickly face, and a rather hostile look on his face.

The third person was wearing a maroon robe, with a burly figure, big ears, and a thick gray beard under his chin. He looked like a wealthy businessman and gentry.

The last one was wearing an iron-blue Confucian scarf, about fifty years old, squinting his eyes, as if reading too much had damaged one eye, instead of drinking water, he picked up a wine gourd to drink by himself.

The other group looked weird, with a flattering and submissive expression, vaguely headed by an old man.

The old man was shaking a goose feather fan in his hand, the sun was shining on his face, but he had a ruddy complexion, a full head of white hair, a three-foot silver beard under his chin, a childlike face and white hair, with an extraordinary bearing and the appearance of an outsider.

'Ding Chunqiu?Murong Fu's four great ministers?can meet here?this is life'

Ye Wuxin saw many members of Xingxiu's sect were wounded, obviously they had already fought with everyone from the Beggar Clan, I really don't know how he survived without You Tanzhi's help.

Slowly stepping into the gazebo, Ye Wuxin clasped his hands together and gave a slight salute.

"Amitabha, all benefactors, the little monk is thirsty on the road, so he wants to rest in the pavilion and drink a bowl of water."

The man in black smiled, pointed to the gazebo and said.

"Little master is too polite, everyone is passing by, and this pavilion is not ours, so what does it matter if we come in and drink?"

Ye Wuxin clasped his hands together.

"Amitabha, thank you very much."

In the eyes of everyone, Ye Wuxin was about 20 years old, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, regular facial features, and many patches on the monk's robe, which was very clean.

After the three of them finished drinking, Ye Wuxin walked slowly towards the clear water tank, scooped up a bowl of clear water with a tile bowl, and then recited the water-drinking mantra respectfully.

Seeing this, the man in black was quite surprised, and couldn't help asking.

"Little Master, what scriptures are you babbling like?"

Ye Wuxin replied slowly.

"Amitabha, the little monk recites the drinking mantra. My Buddha once said that there are [-] worms in each bowl of water, and monks are forbidden to kill them. Therefore, I have to recite the drinking mantra to drink it."

Ye Wuxin said with a gentle expression, completely forgetting the hundreds of lives in his hands, as if he didn't do it.

The man in black laughed out loud, as if he felt ridiculous at Ye Wuxin's actions.

"If you want me to say that the water is very clean and there is not a single bug, my little master is really good at joking."

Ye Wuxin retorted solemnly.

"The benefactor doesn't know something. From the perspective of ordinary people in my generation, there is naturally no one in the water, but my Buddha looks at the water with the eyes of heaven, and I see thousands of small insects in the water."

That's right, my Buddha's eye is equal to a microscope.

Hearing this, Feng Bo asked with a wicked smile.

"After you recited the water-drinking mantra and drank [-] worms into your stomach, those worms would not die?"

"Amitabha, although the [-] insects in this water are dead, they will always live in my heart. The poor monk will recite the mantra of passing away in the temple, and let them go to the Western Paradise to share incense with my Buddha."

Hearing this, the man in black was amazed, and the man in yellow looked at Ye Wuxin curiously.

[Emotional Points +10 from Stormy Evil]

[Different emotional points from packs +5]

Deng Baichuan, who was wearing a maroon robe, laughed out loud, but there was a hint of interest in his words.

"This little bug died because of you, so how could he go to the Western Paradise to enjoy incense?"

"Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. The monk drank this bowl of water and survived. These insects in the water saved a monk, so he will naturally enjoy the incense and enjoy the joy with my Buddha."

Feng Bo evil laughed, and couldn't help asking.

"Little master is eloquent and eloquent, and his Zen skills are extraordinary. I see that you have strong steps and martial arts. I haven't asked you how to call me, and which treasure temple you became a monk."

Ye Wuxin put the tile bowl on the cylinder head, clasped his hands together, and said slowly.

"The young monk went up to the empty bamboo and left the bamboo, and became a monk in Shaolin Temple."

Hearing the name of Shaolin Temple, Ding Chunqiu at the side shook his feather fan, and his eyes fell on Ye Wuxin.

The burly man in black at the side shouted loudly with an excited look on his face.

"It turns out that your Excellency is an eminent monk of Shaolin Temple, come, come, come! I have long wanted to learn the brilliant moves of Shaolin Temple!"

Ye Wuxin shook his hand slowly, speaking sincerely.

"The martial arts of the little monk are low, and he is also ordered by his master uncle, how dare he fight with Shi Mo?"

Ye Wuxin's words were full of forbearance, but the turmoil was not forgiving.

"It's been a few days since I've had a fight, but my body is itchy. The two of us are just playing tricks, and it's not a real fight. What are you afraid of?"

"Besides, the monks of Shaolin Temple are all highly skilled in martial arts. Monks who are beginners in martial arts are absolutely not allowed to step out of the mountain gate."

"Since the little master can go down the mountain alone, he must be a top-notch player. Come on, come on, come on! We agreed that we only need to dismantle a hundred moves, and whoever loses wins, that doesn't matter."

(End of this chapter)