In a short period of time.
The martial world was shocked.
Many forces sent people to Shaolin.
Or search for traces of the God of Killing.
Or he could take this opportunity to deal with Shaolin Temple and see if he could obtain Shaolin's secret manuals and treasures.
Near Shaoshi Mountain.
In an inn.
In order to get Pang Ban's help, Zhao Min told him in detail about how she was stolen by the mysterious person. Finally, she begged,
"Master, you must avenge me.”
Pang Ban stood by the window with his hands behind his back. His gaze was deep as he said indifferently,
"How can you be sure that it was stolen by a Shaolin master?”
"Isn't it possible that it's the God of Killing?"
Since the Killing God could infiltrate Shaolin Temple, he could naturally infiltrate Ruyang Mansion.
There was a chance to frame Shaolin.
Zhao Min retorted,
"How did Asura know that I came to the Central Plains?”
"The Black Jade Intermittence Ointment appeared in Shaolin Temple's Medicine King Yard. The evidence is conclusive!”
"It's definitely not the God of Killing!"
Seeing was believing.
She believed in her own speculation.
Pang Ban said softly,"
"Master is just guessing."
"Don't worry."
"No matter who it is, Master will avenge you.”
"What's your plan?"
Zhao Min was delighted and said,
"Disciple is preparing to send someone to assassinate Fang Zheng.”
"Kill Fang Zheng first, then send others to ambush the six sects…"
After the battle.
The Shaolin Temple had already announced that Fang Zheng had become the new abbot of Shaolin Temple.
Pang Ban nodded after hearing Zhao Min's plan.
"Very good."
The plan was thorough.
By killing Fang Zheng, ambushing the six sects, and framing them, he could take the opportunity to cause chaos in the Central Plains.
……
On this day.
At noon.
At the foot of Shaoshi Mountain.
Suddenly, a monk covered in blood fell in front of the mountain gate.
When the disciples guarding the mountain discovered him, they saw that he seemed to be a Buddhist disciple from his appearance and hurriedly treated him.
The monk woke up and took out a letter from his sleeve. He said anxiously,
"Give this letter to Abbot Xuan Ci.”
"Remember, you must be fast."
As he spoke, he kept vomiting blood.
Then, he fell into a coma.
"Abbot Xuan Ci is dead…"
Before the disciple finished his sentence, he saw the monk unconscious and could only help the monk to the pavilion to rest.
At the same time, he sent someone up the mountain to deliver the letter.
These two days.
Xuan Ci and the others had been buried.
Shaolin Temple was on guard day and night to prevent anyone from trying to break into the temple.
After the battle.
Shaolin Temple's reputation plummeted and became notorious.
The Shaolin Temple was filled with an oppressive atmosphere.
"Preposterous!"
Fang Zheng was sitting on the futon. When he saw the envelope and opened it, he was shocked.
Everyone was puzzled.
"Senior Brother Fang Zheng, what's wrong?"
Fang Zheng handed the letter to everyone and gestured for them to read it among themselves. He said sadly,
"Wudang launched a sneak attack on the Shaolin clan in the Western Regions and wiped them out.”
"Only one person escaped to ask for help.”
Hearing this.
Everyone was furious.
"How dare Wudang do this?"
In the past.
The abbot of Shaolin Temple was Zen Master Kucheng.
Mid-Autumn Festival that year.
The temple held an annual competition to test the disciples 'martial arts skills.
Suddenly, a Firesword Dhuta stepped out from the crowd.
Firesword Dhuta defeated several people in a row and finally challenged Zen Master Kucheng.
After Zen Master Kucheng defeated Firesoul Dhuta, he couldn't bear to harm Firesoul Dhuta's life because of his talent.
Firesword Dhuta took the opportunity to launch a sneak attack, kill Zen Master Kucheng, and escape Shaolin Temple.
The eminent monks in the temple argued over this matter.
In a fit of anger, Zen Master Kuhui, the head of the Arhat Hall, left for the Western Regions and established the Shaolin lineage in the Western Regions.
A hundred years ago.
how can it be worth mentioning when I came to the Central Plains?
Someone from the Shaolin branch of the Western Regions had once sent a message, telling Shaolin to be wary of He Zu Dao.
The relationship between the two sides had never been severed.
"There might be a trick."
Everyone voiced their opinions.
Fang Zheng nodded and said,
"Whether it's true or not, we have to go down the mountain and take a look.”
Based on his understanding of Wudang Sect, it was impossible for Wudang Sect to do such a thing.
But what if?
Several martial grandmasters followed Fang Zheng to the foot of the mountain.
Everyone carefully observed and found that the monk was indeed practicing Shaolin martial arts. They discussed it and decided to save the monk.
Fang Zheng asked,
"Recently, several major events have happened in Shaolin. Perhaps it has something to do with the Shaolin lineage in the Western Regions.”
"Senior Brother Xuan Ci and Senior Brother Kong Wen passed away one after another.”
"Now, I'm the abbot of Shaolin Temple.”
"If you have anything to say, you can tell me.”
After confirming Fang Zheng's identity, the monk knelt on the ground and sobbed,"
" The Shaolin lineage in the Western Regions suffered a catastrophe that has never happened in a hundred years. The Wudang Sect suddenly launched a sneak attack. The abbot and the rest of the disciples in our sect either died in battle or were captured. Only I managed to escape with my life…"
"Abbot, please avenge us.”
The monk recounted his experiences in detail.
Fang Zheng saw that the monk's cultivation was only at the grandmaster level, so he was relieved. He saw the monk kneeling on the ground in sorrow for a long time and reached out to help him up.
" Don't worry, Junior Brother. You are also from Shaolin Temple. We must take revenge…"
He answered all the questions fluently.
There was no problem with the token.
He had already confirmed the monk's identity.
Before Fang Zheng finished his sentence.
The monk suddenly stretched out his hands and struck Fang Zheng's heart like lightning.
Everyone present was an expert.
Fang Zheng's cultivation was at the early-stage of the martial grandmaster realm. Because he had confirmed the monk's identity, he was not on guard at all.
The change was sudden.
" Proud Dragon Regrets…Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms…"
Fang Zheng cried out in shock, his eyes wide open as he fell to the ground.
This monk was actually a fake?
Was this Wudang Sect's scheme or Beggar's Sect's scheme?
With countless doubts, Fang Zheng lost his breath forever.
Kong Wen had been the abbot for seven days.
He had only been the abbot of Shaolin Temple for a day?
He was unwilling!
Fang Zheng was dead!
All the monks were furious. They surrounded the monks and attacked at the same time.
Suddenly.
A black-robed man descended from the sky and landed in the middle of the field. He beat back everyone with one strike and saved the monk.
Most of them chased after him.
A small number of people were stunned on the spot, as if they had lost their souls.
In just a few days.
Three abbots of Shaolin Temple died in a row?
One had to know.
They could go to Shaolin Temple.
Did anyone dare to bully Shaolin Temple?
A moment later.
Many monks failed to catch up with the mysterious person and returned empty-handed.
After climbing the mountain.
After some discussion.
Zen Master Great Compassion quickly took up his post and became the new abbot of Shaolin Temple.
Someone sighed and said,"
"Senior Abbot, what should we do?”
Ever since the appearance of the Killing God List, Shaolin Temple seemed to have bad luck.
Many people were filled with unease, afraid that they would suddenly die.
Zen Master Great Compassion swept his gaze across the crowd and said in a deep voice,"
"These few days, Shaolin has lost a lot of face.”
" Inform the Jianghu: Wudang Sect sent people to ambush Junior Brother Fang Zheng. Junior Brother Fang Zheng fought for a long time and unfortunately died.”
"At the same time, send someone to investigate in secret to see if the murderer is from Wudang or Beggar's Sect.”
He knew.
It shouldn't be Wudang who sent people to assassinate Fang Zheng.
However…
In this battle.
Shaolin Temple had suffered heavy losses and its reputation had fallen. They could not let this go easily.
He had to find a good reason first.
In the future, as long as there was an opportunity, Shaolin would be able to take revenge on Wudang and regain their reputation.
In this way, he could also stabilize his position as the abbot.
"Yes."
All the monks obeyed.
……
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