Zhao Changsheng reminded,"
"Didn't Master give them a special mission?”
“……”
Zhang Sanfeng was silent for a moment before he suddenly realized something.
"There have been many things to do these few days. Master has forgotten.”
In the Wudang Sect.
Only Zhao Changsheng dared to use his name.
Zhang Sanfeng knew Zhao Changsheng's personality and believed that he would not mess around. He glanced at the crowd and saw their expectant eyes. He pressed his thumb on the hilt of the True Martial Sword and said,"
"For decades, ever since I founded the Wudang Sect, Shaolin has been bullying the Wudang Sect everywhere.”
"The more we endure, the more insatiable they are.”
"This debt should be settled…"
Zhang Sanfeng looked into the distance. His gaze was distant. He did not say anything exciting. He only talked about the history of the Wudang Sect and his thoughts over the years.
Although his voice was calm, the True Martial Sword was trembling violently, as if it was about to be unsheathed at any moment.
"Others say that Shaolin is the leader of the white path and Wudang is ranked behind Shaolin, but I don't think so!”
"That's right. Shaolin definitely won't hand over Xuan Ci and the other two so easily. This time, we'll go to Shaolin and kill them all. We'll let those bald donkeys see the wondrous techniques of Wudang!”
"Others are afraid of Shaolin, but we are not!”
"Shaolin is a dirty place. Let us clean it up!”
……
All the elders spoke up one after another. They were filled with righteous indignation and expressed their stance.
For decades.
Shaolin had always been superior to Wudang.
Shaolin had three people on the Killing God Roll. It was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that absolutely could not be missed.
"Alright."
After hearing everyone's opinions, Zhang Sanfeng nodded in satisfaction and took the lead to walk out.
Everyone followed behind.
Zhao Changsheng kept a low profile. He walked in the middle and did not stand out in the crowd.
In the square.
At the front were hundreds of Xiantian elders and disciples.
Behind them were thousands of elders and disciples who were at or below the Postnatal Realm.
"Farbridge, read the denunciation."
Zhang Sanfeng handed the heavy responsibility to Song Yuanqiao.
Song Yuanqiao's expression did not change. He walked to the front of the square and met the gazes of thousands of disciples. He said in a clear voice,
"To ask for Shaolin's proclamation…"
Zhao Changsheng felt a little ashamed when he heard the denunciation.
Song Yuanqiao finished reading.
All the disciples were excited. They drew their swords and shouted,
"Kill them!"
"Kill them!"
"Kill them!"
The dazzling sword light turned the square into a sea of swords.
His passionate voice made the clouds in the sky dissipate.
Everyone's blood was boiling.
"Let's go."
Zhang Sanfeng shouted.
Everyone began to descend the mountain.
When no one was looking, Zhao Changsheng handed Song Qingshu a silk pouch and said telepathically,"
"If the situation is deadlocked, open the brocade bag and follow the plan.”
Shaolin had a deep foundation.
He had prepared a lot of plans in order for the operation to go smoothly.
"Don't worry, Little Uncle-Master."
Song Qingshu nodded. He was excited and quietly put away the brocade bag.
……
Shaoshi Mountain.
Ever since Wudang had issued the declaration, Shaolin had begun to prepare for war.
"The WuTang Sect has already set off."
"Zhang Sanfeng personally went down the mountain."
Kong Wen read out the message from the scout.
Hearing this.
Everyone's mood was heavy.
Zhang Sanfeng had been famous in Jianghu for decades and had never lost.
Some people said that he was the reincarnation of True Martial.
Some people said that his strength was no weaker than Bodhidharma's and could shatter the void.
In Shaolin Temple.
Who could deal with Zhang Sanfeng?
Kong Wen's gaze swept across the crowd, knowing their thoughts like the back of his hand. He said lightly,
"Everyone, don't worry."
"Shaolin has been around for thousands of years and has countless extraordinary people. There are naturally people who can deal with Zhang Sanfeng.”
After he became the abbot of Shaolin Temple, he already knew the foundation of Shaolin Temple and was full of confidence in Shaolin Temple.
Hearing this.
Everyone felt a little more at ease.
Someone asked,"
"Should we let the others go up the mountain to watch the battle?”
Kong Wen said confidently,
"All martial arts in the world come from Shaolin."
"Many people think that this is a lie. This time, I will let the people in the martial arts world see my Shaolin's unique skill and let them understand why this sentence is circulated in the Nine Regions.”
He looked into the distance, his gaze distant, as if he could see the WuTang Clan. He muttered,
"Everything is ready, only the east wind is missing."
Shaolin had always kept a low profile.
Many people had already forgotten Shaolin's strength.
This time, the world's fear of Shaolin Temple was once again awakened.
Kong Wen was full of confidence in his arrangements.
……
Shaolin had one hall, one pavilion, and seven courtyards.
One hall refers to Arhat Hall.
One Pavilion referred to the Sutra Pavilion.
The seven courtyards referred to Dharma Court, Prajna Court, Commandment Court, Bodhi Court, Sarira Court, Medicine King Court, and Receiving Court.
Each of the nine departments had their own responsibilities, and the division of labor was clear.
In the backyard.
Dharma Court.
Two monks were playing chess in the courtyard.
It was Bujie and Zen Master Tianjue.
The monk Bujie was dressed in grey robes and had a skinny figure. He asked,"
"Junior Brother, how is your Mercy Saber Technique?”
Zen Master Tianjue had a pointy mouth and monkey-like cheeks. He was extremely ugly and replied,
"The Realm of Intent cannot form a domain.”
"Senior Brother, how is your Light Fist?”
Bujie sighed,
"It is also the Realm of Intent."
The Mercy Saber Technique and the Light Fist were both one of the 72 ultimate techniques, and they were both low-grade Earth Realm.
Ever since the two of them entered the Shaolin Temple, they had learned many exquisite cultivation techniques. Their strength had advanced by leaps and bounds, and their status had become higher and higher.
The monk Bujie was once the Poison King, an elder of the Medicine King Hall.
Zen Master Tianjue was once a rapist and an elder of the Dharma Hall.
The two of them didn't know each other's identities in the past. Only after the Killing God List exposed their secrets did they become familiar with each other.
Zen Master Tianjue said worriedly,
"Will Shaolin hand us over?"
"If that's the case, we have to strike first and leave Shaolin Temple.”
Bujie calmly replied,
"There are many crouching tigers and hidden dragons in Shaolin. After we entered the rankings, I don't know how many people have been monitoring us.”
"Even if we're martial grandmasters, it'll be difficult for us to escape.”
"Don't worry, Shaolin will never hand us over.”
The Shaolin Monastery paid the most attention to reputation.
Even if someone in the temple hated them, they would not hand them over.
Otherwise, who would join Shaolin Temple in the future?
Zen Master Tianjue was still nervous and asked curiously,
"Who can deal with Zhang Sanfeng?"
Bujie lowered his voice and whispered,
"Decades ago, there was a gatha in the martial world: Chunyang Zixu, dressed in jade white."
"Bai Yi is referring to our Shaolin Temple's Duhui.”
"As far as I know, there are five eminent monks in the Du generation.”
"Everyone else thinks that Du Hui is the strongest person in the Du generation, but I know that he has a senior brother named Du Fa. His strength far exceeds Du Hui's.”
"When I entered the Shaolin Temple, he looked to be in his twenties.”
"After several decades, when I saw him again, he was even younger.”
In order to make Zen Master Tianjue feel at ease, Bujie revealed the secret that he happened to know.
" Transcendence?!"
" He can actually return to his youth?!"
Zen Master Tianjue was shocked. This was the first time he had heard this name, so he was relieved.
Du Fa was definitely a land immortal.
……
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