The Golden List is Alive, and my Queen Turns Out to be Wu Zhao

[The Hidden Dragon List · 19th! 】

【Virtual Bamboo! 】

[Identity: Disciple of Shaolin Temple, head of Xiaoyao Sect, descendant of Wuyazi, son of Xuanci and Ye Erniang! 】

[Boundary: The late master stage! 】

[Gong method: Shaolin boxing method, Beiming magic, Xiaoyao school martial arts]

[Reward: Earth-level high-grade medicinal pill: Fortune Pill, any injury, whether internal or external, can be cured after taking it. 】

Southern Song Palace.

"Aiqing, who is this Xuzhu, a Shaolin disciple, and the head of the Xiaoyao Sect?"

"Could it be that in martial arts, one person can join several sects?"

Zhao Ji asked suspiciously.

"It should be an adventure!"

"I don't know much about this person, but his father Xuanci has conducted a detailed investigation."

"He is the abbot of Shaolin, and he is very famous in martial arts, and few people can compare."

"The battle at Yanmen Pass was done by him with martial arts masters."

"Now, the Xiao Feng who was shouted and killed is the Khitan baby back then."

Huang Chang was in control of the intelligence agencies of the Northern Song Dynasty, and naturally knew all about it.

"The abbot of Shaolin Temple gets married and has children?"

"The great absurdity of the wild world!"

Zhao Ji shook his head, sarcastically.

His tone was full of disdain for Xuan Ci.

...

Deaf Valley.

"Senior, you are saved, eat this medicine pill."

"Regardless of internal or external injuries, they can be healed."

Looking at Wu Yazi, who was dying at any time, Xu Zhu couldn't care about anything else.

He quickly swallowed the Fortune Pill rewarded by Heavenly Dao.

There is no power in the body, and the whole body is paralyzed.

But at the time of dying.

The list came.

It can be considered that the life of a cliff-free child should not end.

The moment the pill was taken.

Wu Yazi's paralyzed body recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye under the action of the medicinal power.

Even the gray hair has regained its luster.

Although the true qi in the body has completely disappeared, there is still the possibility of re-cultivation.

Feeling Wu Yazi's well-proportioned breathing, Xu Zhu finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Teacher, why do you have to save Shishi's dying body?"

Wuyazi looked at Xuzhu complicatedly.

The taste is indescribable.

Xu Zhu is the only person he has ever seen in his life.

How disappointed he was before, how surprised he is now.

Although the appearance is not satisfied.

But his mind was beyond his imagination.

The precious Heavenly Dao reward, even if you don't think about it, just give it to him.

Safety is not placed in things.

This disciple, he accepted.

Not only that, but he also taught Xu Zhu everything he had learned in his life.

Let him be better than blue.

The mere Shaolin Temple is nothing.

How can it be compared to the Happy Pai? ! !

Moreover, if you can enter the Grandmaster-level Hidden Dragon List, there is a high chance of entering the Land Immortal in the future.

Catch up with his elusive master Xiaoyaozi.

He wants to put all his expectations on this "ordinary and excellent" little disciple.

...

Shaolin Temple in Northern Song Dynasty.

All the eminent monks in the hall looked at Abbot Xuanci in stunned eyes.

"Abbot, you..."

"Xuzhu in the temple, is it really the son of the abbot, or was he born with Ye Erniang?"

Master Xuannan looked incredulous.

Xu Zhu knew that he was just a low-level disciple in the temple.

The strength is not high.

The identities of the two are completely irrelevant, how could they be father and son?

"Amitabha, sin, the poor monk is guilty, please ask the precepts for the first temple rules!"

Xuan Ci sighed in his heart.

Hidden for many years, it was exposed by the list.

In any case, plead guilty first and save your life.

At the same time, I was also a little excited.

Unexpectedly, he has a son.

Now, he has become the head of the Xiaoyao faction.

...

Bookstore.

Whoa!

Whoa!

Whoa!

The silent Tibetan Sutra Pavilion was empty, only an old monk with white hair and beard was slowly sweeping the fallen leaves on the ground.

Move slowly.

But with a mysterious rhythm.

If there are people who are savvy enough to be present, they will benefit a lot.

No one knows how long this old monk stayed in Shaolin Temple.

Even if you know, it is estimated that it has been dead for a long time.

"The Happy Faction?"

"Void Bamboo?"

The sweeping monk let out a sigh and looked at the introduction to the list in the sky.

"A Shaolin abbot, a four villains, interesting!"

"There is actually a son who has become a descendant of the Xiaoyao faction!"

After sighing with emotion, the sweeper turned his attention back to the fallen leaves again.

Given his age, he naturally knew the origin of the Xiaoyao faction.

Moreover, its founder is still a real land fairy.

Now that the Golden List is alive, it won't be long before those land gods will be present one by one.

The entire Kyushu world is going to be in complete chaos.

Even if it is him, in this chaos, it is still unknown whether he will take a step closer or completely fall.

...

Outside the Shaolin Temple.

With a random palm, Kumozhi instantly killed two gatekeepers with low martial arts skills.

Looking at the introduction on the list, it is also sarcastic.

"What a filthy Shaolin Temple!"

"The abbot is also a wicked person who colluded with the four evil men, a joke, a big joke!"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

"Little monk Jiumazhi, who is the national teacher of Tubo, I wonder if I can be an uninvited guest and discuss Buddhism with the masters of Shaolin Temple?"

Kumozhi's voice echoed over the entire Shaolin Temple.

All the disciples heard it instantly, and their expressions changed.

His face turned purple.

Don't know how to respond.

Especially those disciples who knew Xuzhu, there was a lot of discussion.

"I didn't expect that Junior Brother Xuzhu was actually the son of the abbot?"

"My God, didn't you see that he is still Ye Erniang's son!"

"Now Shaolin is going to be the laughing stock of the world."

"Shh, keep your voice down, if the abbot hears it, you'll suffer."

"What a low voice, is he still qualified to be my Shaolin Abbot now?"

"Didn't you listen to the ridicule of this foreign monk? I can't stand it anyway!"

With Kumozhi's ear, the changes in the Shaolin Temple were instantly understood.

I was even more overjoyed.

If Shaolin Temple is used as a stepping stone to establish his prestige as the national teacher of Tubo, what a joy it would be!

"The Shaolin Temple of the Northern Song Dynasty will be destroyed by my hands today, Kumozhi!"

"If it spreads out, who else in the martial arts dares to underestimate the poor monk."

Jiu Mozhi's face showed ecstasy.

"Amitabha!"

At this moment, a whispered Buddha's words exploded in his mind.

Jiu Mozhi's eyes flashed.

Immediately afterwards, an irresistible force pushed across.

His body fell down the mountain uncontrollably.

The whole person is even more powerless.

Fragile as a baby.

"what!"

"Shaolin Temple, so despicable, even dare to plot against poor monks!"

"In the future, the poor monk will be with you Shaolin forever!"

With a scene roaring out of his mouth, Kumozhi disappeared into the Shaolin Temple in embarrassment. *