The golden list appears, and my queen turns out to be Wu Zhao

【Qianlong List·Nineteenth!】

【Xu Zhu!】

【Identity: Disciple of Shaolin Temple, leader of Xiaoyao Sect, successor of Wuyazi, son of Xuanci and Ye Erniang!】

【Realm: Late Grandmaster!】

【Kung Fu: Shaolin Boxing, Beiming Magic, Xiaoyao Martial Arts】

【Reward: Earth-level high-grade elixir: Good Fortune Pill. After taking it, any injury, whether internal or external, can be cured. 】

Southern Song Dynasty Imperial Palace

"Dear, who is this Xu Zhu? He is a Shaolin disciple and the leader of Xiaoyao Sect?"

"In the martial arts world, can one person join several sects?"

Zhao Ji asked in confusion.

"There must 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 is famous in the martial arts world. Few people can compare with him."

"It was he who led the martial arts masters in the battle at Yanmen Pass."

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

Huang Shang controlled the intelligence agency of the Northern Song Dynasty, so he naturally knew these things well.

"The abbot of Shaolin marries a wife and has children?"

"The greatest absurdity in the world!"

Zhao Ji shook his head with a mocking tone.

His tone was full of disdain for Xuanci.

……

Deaf Valley

"Senior, you are saved. Take this pill quickly."

"Both internal and external injuries can be healed."

Looking at the dying Wu Yazi in front of him, who was about to die at any moment, Xu Zhu couldn't care about anything else.

He quickly swallowed the good fortune pill rewarded by Heaven. He didn't have any power in his body, and his whole body was paralyzed.

But when he was about to die , he swallowed it. At this time, the list came unexpectedly.

It was considered that Wu Yazi's life should not be cut off.

The moment he took the elixir

, Wu Yazi's paralyzed body recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye under the influence of the medicine.

Even his hair turned gray. His hair also regained its luster.

Although the true energy in his body has disappeared, it is still possible to cultivate it back.

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

"Disciple, why do you need to save my master's dying body?"

Wu Yazi looked at Xu Zhu complicatedly.

The feeling was hard to describe.

He had only seen people like Xu Zhu in his life.

He was so disappointed before, but now he is so surprised.

Although he is not satisfied with his appearance. His character was beyond his imagination.

He was given the precious heavenly reward without even thinking about it.

Safety was not a priority.

He accepted this disciple.

Not only that, he also wanted to teach Xu Zhu everything he had learned in his life..

Let him be better than his master.

What the hell is a mere Shaolin Temple?

How can he compare with the Xiaoyao Sect?!!

Moreover, if he can enter the master level Hidden Dragon List, he has a high chance of entering the land immortals in the future.

Follow his whereabouts Misty Master Xiaoyaozi.

He wants to put all his expectations on this"ordinary yet outstanding" young disciple

……

Shaolin Temple in the Northern Song Dynasty.

All the eminent monks in the hall looked at Abbot Xuanci with their mouths open.

"Abbot, you……"

"Is Xu Zhu in the temple really your son, the abbot, or is he the son of Ye Erniang?"

Master Xuannan looked in disbelief.

Xu Zhu knew that he was just a low-ranking disciple in the temple. His strength was not very high either.

Their identities were completely unrelated. How could they be father and son?

"Amitabha, the poor monk is guilty of the sin, so please ask the head of the Discipline Academy to ask for the temple rules!"

Xuanci lamented in his heart.

After many years of hiding, he was exposed by the list.

No matter what, first plead guilty and save his life.

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

I didn't expect that he actually had a son.

Now, he has become a Xiaoyao sect. head of

……

Sutra Pavilion.

Wow!

Wow!

Wow!

The silent Sutra Pavilion was empty except for an old monk with white hair and beard who was slowly sweeping the fallen leaves on the ground.

Movement is slow.

But it also carries a mysterious rhythm.

If someone with sufficient understanding is present, you will definitely benefit a lot.

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

Even if he knew it, he would probably have passed away a long time ago

"Xiaoyao sect?"

"Xu Zhu?"

The sweeping monk said softly and looked at the introduction of the list in the sky.

"A Shaolin abbot and one of the four villains, interesting!"

"There was actually a son who became the successor of Xiaoyao Sect!"

After sighing with emotion, the sweeping monk once again turned his attention back to the fallen leaves.

Given his age, he naturally knew the origin of the Xiaoyao Sect. Moreover, the founder of the sect was a real land god.

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

The entire Kyushu world will be in complete chaos.

Even if he is one step closer in this chaos, or will he completely fall, it is still unknown.

……

Outside the Shaolin Temple.

Jiumozhi instantly killed two gatekeepers with low martial arts skills with a casual palm strike.

Looking at the introduction on the list, his words were also mocking.

"What a Shaolin Temple that hides dirt and evil!"

"The abbot is even more of a silver evil man who colludes with the four evil men. What a joke, what a big joke!"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

"The young monk Jiumozhi is a master of the Tubo Kingdom. I wonder if he can be an uninvited guest and discuss Buddhism with the masters of Shaolin Temple?"

Jiumozhi's voice echoed over the entire Shaolin Temple.

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

Their faces turned purple.

They didn't know how to refute.

Especially those disciples who knew Xu Zhu, they all started talking.

"I really didn’t expect that Junior Brother Xu Zhu was actually the abbot’s son?"

"Oh my god, didn't you see, he is still Ye Erniang's son!"

"Now I, Shaolin, will become the laughing stock of the world."

"Shhh, keep your voice down. If the abbot hears it, you'll be in trouble."

"What a whisper, is he still qualified to be my abbot of Shaolin now?"

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

With Jiumozhi's ear, the changes in the Shaolin Temple were instantly clear to his mind.

He was even more happy.

How happy it would be to use the Shaolin Temple as a stepping stone to establish his reputation as a Tubo master!

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

"When word spreads, who else in the martial arts world dares to look down on this poor monk."

Jiumozhi's face showed a look of ecstasy.

"Amitabha!"

At this moment, a low-pitched Buddhist message exploded in his mind.

Jiumozhi's eyes were blurred.

Then, an irresistible force pushed him past.

His body fell down the mountain uncontrollably. And left.

The whole person was completely powerless.

As fragile as a baby.

"ah!"

"Shaolin Temple is so despicable that you dare to plot against a poor monk!"

"In the future, this poor monk will fight with you until death in Shaolin!"

After shouting a scene, Jiumozhi disappeared in the Shaolin Temple in embarrassment.