Kong Zhi was silent for a moment before he said in a low voice,"
"Patrons, please go up the mountain."
Shaolin Temple thought that Zhang Sanfeng would not draw his sword, or at least would not draw his sword against Kongxing, so they tested Zhang Sanfeng.
The result was beyond everyone's expectations.
Kong Zhi didn't know if this was a warning or a lesson from Zhang Sanfeng.
If it was a warning.
He agreed with Kong Xing. Perhaps Zhang Sanfeng would draw his sword again.
He didn't dare to gamble!
He did not want to die!
Hearing Kong Zhi's words.
The Shaolin disciples had complicated expressions as they made way.
"Master is mighty."
Zhao Changsheng shouted in his heart and gave Zhang Sanfeng mental support.
Zhang Sanfeng was a grandmaster of his generation. His cultivation was extremely high and he was always kind to others. He was too lazy to argue with others, but it did not mean that he was weak and could be bullied, nor did it mean that he loved himself.
Today, he would turn the world upside down.
"Who the hell is Shaolin? How dare you show off in front of Perfected Zhang?!”
"That's right. What right does Shaolin have to be the leader of the white path? Wudang is the leader of the White Dao!"
"I'm willing to help Wudang Sect fight Shaolin!”
"Today, Shaolin will definitely pay the price!”
……
The crowd was excited and grateful to Zhang Sanfeng for letting them go up the mountain.
Zhang Sanfeng walked up the mountain. When he passed Kong Zhi, he stopped and said coldly,"
"Thirteen years ago, you weren't this polite.”
Kong Zhi's pupils constricted as he explained,"
"At that time, something big happened in Shaolin Temple, so Perfected Zhang couldn't go up the mountain.”
"Senior Brother Xuan Ci needs to stay in the Hall of Great Strength, so he can't personally come down the mountain to welcome Perfected Zhang.”
"Please forgive me, Perfected Zhang."
Kong Zhi gave a reason.
"Thirteen years ago, Perfected Zhang came to visit Shaolin, but Shaolin didn't let Perfected Zhang go up the mountain?!”
" Who are you trying to fool with this reason?!"
"If Shaolin doesn't allow Perfected Zhang to go up the mountain, what about us?!”
"No wonder Wudang attacked Shaolin and Perfected Zhang drew his sword! If it were me, when Shaolin forced Swordsman Zhang Five to death, I wouldn't let anyone from Shaolin leave Wudang Mountain!”
……
Everyone chimed in.
Or support Zhang Sanfeng.
Or curse the Shaolin Temple.
Zhao Changsheng understood.
Zhang Sanfeng was bringing up the past to unite the people, incite public anger, and lower Shaolin's reputation.
The best policy was to attack the heart.
The Middle Plan Fighting Technique.
The worst way is to compete.
This was a wise move.
The heroes went up the mountain.
It was Zhao Changsheng's first time at Shaolin Temple.
He looked up.
The steps towered into the clouds.
The halls were connected, and it was unknown how many layers there were.
The grandeur of the atmosphere was like a fairyland, not inferior to the imperial palace.
There was a faint chanting sound in the forest.
When one was in it, one would have the thought of rejecting the mortal world and staying out of it.
"Playing tricks…"
Zhao Changsheng looked disdainful.
This kind of formation could only fool ordinary people.
An hour later.
Everyone went up the mountain.
He saw Kong Wen and the others who were waiting for him.
Zhao Changsheng observed in secret.
Many monks stood around Kong Wen.
The monks on the left were the heads and elders of the various courtyards.
At the front were three old monks with strange appearances.
He was an eminent monk of the Du generation. He was known as the 'Divine Monk of the Third Du'. He cultivated the Vajra Demon Subduing Formation and used it to trap the Ming Cult Master, Yang Dingtian.
Behind them were five old monks. They were all dressed in gray and their auras were restrained.
They were Bao Feng, Bao Hua, Bao Xue, Bao Yue, and Bao Can. They were of the same breath and were collectively known as the 'Five Elders of Embracing Body'. They were skilled in a kind of joint attack formation and had once hunted down the leader of the Power Gang, Crazy Yan.
He was of the same generation as Daoist Sanjiu.
Behind them were Zen Master Great Compassion, Elder Liaokong, Elder Jie, Elder Fang Zheng, Elder Fang Sheng, and other eminent monks of the Xuan generation, including Xuan Ji, Xuan Nan, Xuan Ku, Xuan Du, and Xuan Nan.
Zen Master Great Compassion was as famous as Priest Mu. He was shrewd and low-key, so he couldn't be underestimated.
Liaokong was a good friend of Guihai Hundred Refined.
He had created his own Earth Grade Upper Rank cultivation technique, the Sad Sky Palm. His move, Bemoaning the Heavens and Compassion for Humanity, was exquisite beyond compare. He was a strong competitor for the Shaolin abbot.
Fang Zheng and Fang Sheng hid their abilities and were of the same generation as Taoist Chongxu.
Every monk was a famous figure in the martial arts world with superb strength.
Most of the monks on the right were old, with white hair and beard.
Standing on the spot, it was as if he had become one with the silent world.
Shaolin was divided into two parts.
A portion of them focused on studying cultivation techniques and Buddhist scriptures.
A portion was responsible for dealing with external affairs.
These old monks were the foundation of Shaolin Temple. They would only come out of seclusion when Shaolin Temple was in danger.
They were all old monsters.
Behind them were the Shaolin disciples. There were about a thousand of them, and Wu Hua, the Seven Wonders Monk, was the most famous.
"Let the show begin."
Zhao Changsheng retracted his gaze, full of anticipation.
"Kong Wen?"
Zhang Sanfeng's gaze fell on Kong Wen. After staring at him for a long time, he spoke first, as if it was the first time he had seen Kong Wen.
The meaning was self-evident.
He expressed that he looked down on Kong Wen.
"Yes, I am."
Kong Wen was humble and pretended not to hear Zhang Sanfeng's sarcasm.
Zhang Sanfeng stood opposite Kong Wen and said lightly,"
"I came from afar. Why don't you let me in for a cup of hot tea?”
Kong Wen looked at Zhang Sanfeng and said in a neither servile nor overbearing manner,"
"If you have good intentions, Shaolin will definitely open its doors.”
"If you have malicious intentions, Shaolin has never been afraid of anyone for thousands of years.”
He already knew what happened at the foot of the mountain and understood Zhang Sanfeng's bottom line.
If you want to fight, fight.
Since when was Shaolin afraid of anyone?
Zhang Sanfeng narrowed his eyes slightly. He did not want Shaolin and Wudang to start a war to prevent the Wudang disciples from being injured. He said in a deep voice,
"Everyone has the right to punish evil.”
"Abbot Xuan Ci, Monk Bujie, and Zen Master Tianjue are on the Godslayer Roll.”
"Ask them to come out and give me an explanation.”
Kong Wen said calmly,
"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot."
"If they enter Shaolin Temple, it means that they have abandoned the past.”
"Even if there is a mistake, it should be handled by Shaolin. It has nothing to do with others.”
"This Penniless Monk can guarantee with my reputation that they did not do any evil after entering the Shaolin Temple.”
"If it's fake, let this poor monk die.”
"If Perfected Zhang wants to start a war, Shaolin Temple will definitely accompany him to the end.”
"If you want to eliminate the demons and protect the Dao, you can also attack.”
His attitude was firm and his words firm.
He was confident.
Shaolin could resist the combined forces of all the forces present.
"Avoiding the important and dallying with the trivial…"
Zhao Changsheng saw through Kong Wen's methods.
Kong Wen must have guessed Zhang Sanfeng's concerns, which was why he started the war. He was confident that someone could hold Zhang Sanfeng back, and Shaolin masters could deal with the joint forces of the major sects.
Who would dare to offend Shaolin Temple?
Itinerant cultivators were like a plate of loose sand, not worth mentioning.
At most, they would shout and wave flags, not daring to make a move.
……
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