Sword from Wudang, Song Qingshu
39 The monk in the golden age was greedy and amassed wealth.

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"That's right! Other than Shaolin, no one else knew the Vajra Finger. Someone from Shaolin must have injured Sanxia Yu!”

"That's right. Other than that, there's no one else.”

"That must be it. Zhang Cuishan killed the people from Dragon Gate Escort, and the monks from Shaolin Temple injured Yu Daiyan for revenge.”

"Yes, that makes sense."

......

Many people started discussing, but some busybodies insisted on bringing up the Dragon Gate Escort.

As for his intentions, only he knew.

The Shaolin monks looked at each other awkwardly.

Seeing that the situation was getting worse, Kong Wen could only say,"Good, good! In our sect, apart from my three senior brothers, there are only three senior elders who have mastered the Vajra Finger Force. However, these three senior elders had not left Shaolin Temple for thirty to forty years. They were highly respected. How could they hurt Yu Sanxia?”

"Oh, my Uncle-Master Yu was injured by the Great Strength Vajra Finger, but it wasn't done by the Shaolin Temple. The Dragon Gate Escort's people died under my Fifth Martial Uncle's hands, and the Shaolin Temple disciples witnessed it with their own eyes.”

Song Qingshu shook his head and sighed with emotion." If you say that, how can you convince others? Could it be that whatever the Shaolin Temple said was true? Could the Shaolin Temple do whatever it wanted?”

Kong Wen's expression changed drastically. How could he hear that Song Qingshu was pointing at the mulberry tree and scolding the locust tree? He could only suppress his anger and explain,"Little benefactor, if you don't believe me, then there's nothing you can do.”

"Oh, then according to Master, regardless of whether my third uncle was injured by your Shaolin Temple or not. However, you are certain that my Fifth Uncle is the one who killed Dragon Gate Escort?”

Song Qingshu suddenly raised his voice.

"Grand Master often told me that Shaolin monks are all empty and can distinguish right from wrong. They are the embodiment of justice in Jianghu. He didn't expect that today, he would twist black and white for his own selfish reasons and forcefully seize the truth. How disappointing."

"You can only accuse others, but we can't suspect you. How domineering. If he was so powerful, why didn't he kill the Mongol Emperor and return the Han people to their former glory?”

Song Qingshu didn't wait for the Shaolin monks to retort. He continued," The Jianghu people call Shaolin Temple and Wudang the stars of Mount Tai. They hope that Shaolin Temple and Wudang Sect will uphold justice for the Jianghu. He did not expect Shaolin to eliminate dissidents for their own selfish reasons and want to dominate the martial arts world.”

"In that case, there's nothing much to say. Your Shaolin Temple is the largest temple in the world, and my Wudang Sect is not easy to bully. We'll fight to the death. When the time comes, we'll just sit back and reap the benefits. The Mongolian Tartars probably can't wait for the entire martial arts world to fall into chaos and fight everywhere! Was the Shaolin Temple waiting to be conferred the title of National Guard Temple?”

As soon as Song Qingshu finished speaking, the expressions of the heroes in the Purple Cloud Palace suddenly changed as they discussed animatedly.

Master Kong Zhi could not help but shout angrily when he saw this," How dare you do this, you little brat! You're talking nonsense!"

"Hmph, Master Kong Zhi can become a Buddha with a single thought and a devil with a single thought. Be careful not to go to the eighteenth level of hell after you die!”

Song Qingshu didn't have a good impression of this conceited and petty old monk.

Hence, she did not give him a good look.

"Amitabha!"

At this moment, Kong Xing, who had been standing at the side without saying a word, shouted a Buddhist proclamation, attracting everyone's attention.

"When the fake is real, the real is also fake. There is a place for inaction, and there is nothing. Since you don't believe us and think that Yu Sanxia was injured by our temple. And we are certain that Dragon Gate Escort was injured by Swordsman Zhang the Five, so there might be other secrets.”

Kong Xing said slowly. Although he had almost never left Shaolin Temple, his words were reasonable.

"In this old monk's humble opinion, we should consider this matter carefully so as not to damage the harmony between Shaolin and Wudang. If you act rashly, the truth will be revealed in the future and you will regret it. Our Shaolin Temple is definitely not a spy of the Mongol Tartars, and we have never thought of becoming a Guoguo Temple. Everyone, please believe in the thousand-year-old reputation of Shaolin Temple.”

Song Qingshu didn't intend to define Shaolin Temple as a traitor temple just based on these words. He was just expressing his dissatisfaction with these bald donkeys.

In troubled times, Taoist priests went down the mountain to save the world, while monks in prosperous times were greedy and amassed wealth.

This was the difference between Buddhism and Taoism in the future.

Song Qingshu turned to Yu Lianzhou, indicating that it was his turn to speak.

Yu Lianzhou nodded." Kong Xing is right. It was just Qing Shu's speculation. It can't be true." The Shaolin Temple had a thousand years of reputation.”

Seeing that Shaolin Temple and Wudang Sect did not pursue these two matters, everyone could not help but heave a sigh of relief.

They were also afraid that Shaolin and Wudang would really fight. That would really make the Mongolian Tartars laugh until their stomachs hurt.

However, Song Qingshu watched coldly from the side. This matter definitely wouldn't end just like that.

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