"Amitabha!"

The sound of the Buddha's name was clearly heard in everyone's ears, as if it was coming from a distance, and it seemed as if it was coming from right next to them.

Zhang Sanfeng, who was sitting quietly in the main hall of Zixiao Palace with his eyes closed, stood up, walked to the door in two steps, faced the group of monks and said with a smile: "It turns out that Zen Master Kongwen of the Shaolin School has arrived. Please greet him quickly."

The leading monk was wearing a golden cassock. He had a fat head and big ears, and his beard and hair were all white. He opened his mouth and responded: "Shaolin Temple presides over Kongwen, leads his junior disciples Kongzhi, Kongxing, and his disciples to wish Master Zhang eternal happiness."

Kong Wen's words were all roared by Buddhist lions, and even the Wudang heroes in the back mountains could hear them clearly.

Song Yuanqiao and others felt a thump in their hearts, thinking that this matter would be a big problem today. Except for the dead Master Kong Jian, all the four great Shaolin monks were present. If it was to celebrate his birthday, there would be no need for such a big battle.

In the past, when Zhang Sanfeng had his ninety-eighth birthday, Shaolin would only send an elder to congratulate him. Now, however, the temple is full of masters. I think they are the ones the Kunlun Sect and others rely on!

After thinking about it, everyone had returned to the main hall of Zixiao Palace.

As soon as Xihuazi saw the Shaolin sect, he pretended to be aggrieved and said: "Master Kongwen, you are here to make decisions for us!"

I felt pity for him who was running around, and he was crying, "Master, this Wudang sect is too domineering. We just wanted to ask Zhang Wuxia about something, but they shouted at us to beat us and kill us..."

Song Yuanqiao and other fellow apprentices watched him perform to his heart's content, but said nothing. Looking at He Taichong, he just watched with his hands behind his hands, without any movement on his face, as if Xi Huazi was not from Kunlun.

Kong Wen raised a Namaste salute with one hand and said "Amitabha":

"How can you make a mistake on Master Zhang's birthday? If Master Zhang really talks about seniority, we will all still be juniors."

Before he finished speaking, he smiled and continued, "It's just that as the abbot of Shaolin Temple, I came here today. There are two things I still want to confess to the real person..."

Zhang Sanfeng stopped being careless and said straight to the point, "The three eminent monks are all here for my fifth disciple Zhang Cuishan."

Zhang Cuishan stood up when he heard his name.

Song Qingshu hid in the crowd, quietly pulled Yin Liting's sleeve and asked him which one of the people in Shaolin Temple was the "Master Yuanzhen". Yin Liting shook his head, saying that he did not know him.

Here, Kongwen has already listed two things:

The first was to ask Zhang Cuishan why he killed seventy-one members of the Longmen Escort Bureau of the Shaolin Sect and six Shaolin monks. How should he end the lives of these seventy-seven people?

The second is to inquire about the whereabouts of Xie Xun. After all, Kong Jian, one of the four great Shaolin monks, was beaten to death by Xie Xun.

Zhang Cuishan naturally knew the answers to these two questions, but he could never tell them. But he was also a frank person, so he directly stated, "I know the answers to these questions. I know who the murderer of the Longmen Escort Bureau is. Xie Xun is there."

I know where it is, but I just don’t want to say it, and I can’t say it.”

Then he said something else: A man's head can be cut off and his blood can be shed, but his righteousness cannot be undone. If people force him again, he will die to fulfill his righteousness.

Of course, he was just talking and never thought it would become true.

In front of Zhang Sanfeng in Wudang Mountain, who dared to force him to commit suicide? Zhang Cuishan had already talked about this and made it clear that he was "playing a rogue", but no one dared to ask another question.

You haven't seen Zhang Sanfeng's sharp eyes. It is said that he has not been angry for decades. Even the three great monks did not dare to break this record.

So, you say it’s irritating or not!

Kong Wen was so angry that his long eyebrows were raised, but he could only say "Amitabha" and thought about how to deal with it.

Xihuazi, who had jumped so hard just now, wanted to stand up and continue acting like a monster, but as soon as he took half a step, he was frightened by Zhang Sanfeng's look and shrank back.

Although Song Qingshu knew that such an occasion must be serious, he still couldn't help but want to laugh.

But having said that, Fifth Uncle, Fifth Uncle, why are you so upright?

Silence is the Zixiao Palace at this time.

In the midst of embarrassment, suddenly a voice called "Daddy" came from outside the palace.

Everyone was still wondering who would come to recognize them at this time, but Zhang Cuishan was shocked and rushed out of the hall.

"Wuji! Wuji!"

Yin Susu, who was resting in the side hall, heard Zhang Cuishan's shout and quickly dropped her tea cup and rushed to the front of the hall.

The couple held hands and asked, "Where is Wuji?" But looking around, there was nothing else on the field except the tall incense burner.

The heads of various sects in the palace also hurriedly followed, but Kong Wen was furious. Just as he was about to explode, Zhang Cuishan apologized and said, "I miss the dog so much that I was rude. Please forgive me, master."

Zhang Sanfeng stood in front of the stage with a kind look on his face. How dare everyone not forgive him.

Kong Wen had just said "Good, good" when he heard "Amitabha" coming from behind him, and another monk stood up.

He frowned and said, "Xiao Monk Yuan Zhen doesn't know if I can say a few unpleasant words."

"You are Yuan Zhen!"

Song Qingshu thought to himself that he finally saw the mastermind behind the scenes, the most evil person in Yitian World!

As expected, he looks exactly the same as Zhang Guoli. If the other person hadn't spoken lightly (he didn't have the capital to pretend to be 13), Song Qingshu would have really wanted to rush up and shout: "Ji Xiaolan, stand down!"

Although Song Qingshu chose to keep a low profile, his eyes were still looking at the crowds of people outside. Not surprisingly, our protagonist Zhang Wuji should be trapped in the crowd by the two elders Xuan Ming.

"Zhang Wuxia misses his beloved son like crazy. So after so many people were killed by Xie Xun, does he have no parents, wives and children? The monk implores Zhang Wuxia to tell the truth for those wives, sons and daughters who were innocently killed."

Yuan Zhen's words caused an uproar in the audience. Zhang Cuishan was also confused and had nothing to say.

Kong Wen then asked Zhang Sanfeng, "Master Zhang, please tell me how to decide today's matter."

Zhang Sanfeng said: "Although I, the fifth disciple, have no other merits, I dare not deceive the master, nor do I dare to deceive the three Shaolin monks. Since he said it was not his doing, it is not the case. As for the whereabouts of the Golden Retriever Lion King Xie Xun, he did not

If Yu Yiqi refuses to say it, he cannot force it."

Song Qingshu gave Zhang Sanfeng a silent thumbs up from the bottom of his heart. Taishifu is domineering! His tone made it clear that if I say no, it won't be, so don't be too lazy here.

Before Kong Wen could reply, a discordant voice came out again:

"Bah! It turns out that the great master Zhang Sanfeng was just a hypocrite who protected his shortcomings and indulged his disciples!" Xihuazi jumped out and pointed at Zhang Sanfeng.

"Shut up!" The Wudang disciples shouted together, their swords unsheathed and pointed directly at Xihuazi.

Xihuazi felt a chill on his neck and hurriedly hid behind Kongwen and others.

"How dare you say something rude to my master!"

Xihuazi didn't know that he had already been recorded in the small book at this time.

"Hey..." Zhang Sanfeng stretched out his hand to stop Song Yuanqiao, walked down the steps step by step, and gradually walked to the court, only seven steps away from Xi Huazi.

"I, Zhang Sanfeng, founded a sect based on ethics and loyalty. If I want my disciple to betray loyalty, betray ethics, and betray Jinlan - I, Zhang Sanfeng, am an out-and-out hypocrite!"

As he finished speaking, he waved his sleeves, and Xihuazi felt a dangerous breath coming towards his face. Before he could dodge, it was already on him.

Kong Wen, Kong Zhi, Kong Xing and He Taichong worked together to dissolve Xi Huazi's energy. The four of them took half a step back, and they were extremely surprised. This Sanfeng's martial arts was really superb, reaching an incredible level.

Got it!

When Yuan Zhen saw this scene, he thought to himself that all the people present together might not be Zhang Sanfeng's opponent. But the more such a person is, the easier it is to deal with him.

Precisely because he is a great master, he is not some evil heretic.

So, he said with a smile, "It doesn't matter whether he is a gentleman or a villain. Most of the people here today have a blood feud with the Golden Retriever Lion King!"

Yuan Zhen raised his arms, looked at everyone, and then said to Zhang Cuishan:

"Zhang Wuxia, if you insist on not telling Xie Xun's whereabouts... Amitabha, I really don't want to see the swords meeting and blood staining Wudang."

Yuan Zhen's words were so convincing that everyone thought that no matter how powerful Zhang Sanfeng was, he was just one person. There were dozens of gangs in total, and they were even supported by sects like Shaolin, Kunlun, and Kongtong. They were afraid of this.

Wudang fails!

Then, they all raised their hands or swords and shouted: "Yes! Tell me the whereabouts of Xie Xun!"

"Presumptuous!" Song Yuanqiao's sleeves fluttered and he yelled angrily, "I am a well-known and decent sect in Wudang, how can I allow you to mess around here! Don't think that I don't know the purpose of your joining Wudang!"

Just as he finished speaking, Yin Liting also stood up, "Yes, and you, Shaolin, are pretending to be a blood feud, but they are actually trying to get the most precious martial arts dragon-slaying knife."

This was something I heard Song Qingshu say unintentionally just now. It was just the right time to use it to muddy the waters.

When everyone in Shaolin heard this, they all said "ah" and looked at each other, obviously being caught off guard by this unreasonable move.

"Amitabha! As a monk, I strictly abstain from greed." Kong Wen raised his eyebrows and glared at Yin Liting, "You accuse me, Shaolin, of coveting the dragon-slaying knife, which is disrespectful to the entire Shaolin!"

Yin Liting smiled "hehe" and said strangely, "Monk, are you angry because of what I said?"

Kong Wen recited "Amitabha" to calm down his anger. He is the abbot of Shaolin and should not be angry with a junior like this.

"Yin Liuxia, I would like to ask. Just now Zhang Wuxia said that he was not responsible for the Longmen Escort Bureau's case. Then my three junior brothers saw it with their own eyes. Is it possible that there is still a lie?"

Yuan Zhen waved his left hand, and three monks walked out from behind him. They were Yuan Xin, Yuan Yin, and Yuan Ye who were blinded by the silver needle.

As soon as the three people came up, they insisted that they had witnessed it with their own eyes. Zhang Cuishan used poisonous silver needles to plot against the three people and killed a Shaolin disciple.

Zhang Cuishan said that the Wudang sect never used poisonous needles or other dirty tricks. He was indeed not responsible for this incident, but the murderer was his wife, so it was naturally impossible for him to reveal any information.

Fortunately, Zhang Cuishan read a lot and was eloquent. Repeated questions made the three monks become more and more exaggerated and outrageous.

Shaolin was originally reasonable, but the three monks became "irrelevant" and turned into strong arguments.

Song Qingshu saw it in his eyes, but secretly thought that studying was still quite useful. At least he had a smart mind and would not lose easily to others in a quarrel.

Some people rely on a pair of hands to navigate the world, while some only rely on a mouth.

Yuan Zhen secretly cursed these three people as idiots. Just as he called out "Amitabha" to come forward to help, he was interrupted by a young man who suddenly rushed out of the crowd.

This young man was five feet tall, with a face as white as jade, not even taller than his crown, but with short hair. Everyone didn’t know who he was, but they saw him with one hand on his waist, pointing at the three monks with the other and cursing:

"Okay, it's just you three who hurt my third uncle. I didn't cause any trouble for you, but you are the evil ones who complained first and unjustly accused my fifth uncle?"

Only then did everyone realize that Song Yuanqiao had an only son named Song Qingshu.

Yuanye, the most irritable of the three monks, was about to ask Song Qingshu who he was, but Zhang Songxi took the right to speak.

"That's right! You are here to confuse the public. I can't tell whose hands the Shaolin disciples were injured at the moment. But I want to ask, my senior brother was injured by Shaolin's powerful diamond finger. Dare I ask?

Which eminent monk in Shaolin practices this kung fu?"

The three monks quickly waved their hands and said that they had never practiced this unique Shaolin skill.

Zhang Songxi continued to press the question, linking Shaolin and the dragon-slaying sword with Yu Daiyan's injury. As he spoke, he took out a gold ingot with a fingerprint on it from his arms, but it was left by the murderer.

Hey, is the hidden attribute of this fourth uncle a martial arts collector? Why does he always like to collect objects... Song Qingshu cursed.

Kong Wen saw that he had taken out the evidence and knew that if he didn't come forward to speak, he might really have his head slapped on the head.

"Zhang Sixia, the only people in the entire Shaolin Temple who have mastered the unique skill of the Powerful Vajra Finger are my three brothers and three elders. But those three seniors have not left the Shaolin Temple for thirty or forty years, so how can they be injured?

Yu Sanxia? Therefore, there must be something fishy about this matter."

"What's weird? I'm not afraid... I'm just afraid that someone will interfere with it and have evil intentions!" Yin Liting said again.

This was pointing at the monk and scolding the bald donkey. Even the Buddha was very angry! Kong Wen knew that if he backed down, all the martial arts people might think that Shaolin was afraid of Wudang.

Although Shaolin and Wudang have had grievances for a long time, they have always fought openly with each other and rarely had secret fights. What they said today was damaging Shaolin's reputation, so Kong Wen couldn't tolerate it.

"Amitabha!"

Kong Wen used to start with a Buddha's name. Everyone thought he was going to say something nice or cruel, but they didn't expect that he directly hit the nine-layer crane incense burner with his finger.

Song Qingshu could see clearly that his fingers did not actually touch the incense burner, but left a deep fingerprint on the incense burner.

Exuding energy is one of the hallmarks of a first-rate master!

Kong Wen deliberately hit the incense burner with strong Vajra finger force, but it was the best response to the question from Zhang Songxi and Yin Liting.

"I didn't expect that the master in charge of the Shaolin Temple could only leave a fingerprint on the incense burner..." Someone in the crowd fanned the flames.

But before he finished speaking, he heard a "boom" sound, and one of the three legs of the incense burner was broken directly, and most of the body of the incense burner collapsed, and the dense cracks at the break were all from the fingerprints just now.

Kong Wen glanced at everyone in Wudang. His eyes full of meaning seemed to say, if Lao Na had taken action, Yu Daiyan would probably be paralyzed instead of having his limbs disabled!

The crane incense burner was jointly cast and sent by several sects under Wudang Mountain when Zhang Sanfeng founded the Wudang Sect. At that time, more than ten first-class masters were hired just to carry it up the mountain.

This thing, which symbolizes the purple auspiciousness of Zixiao Palace, was suddenly broken off by Kong Wen. Everyone in Wudang was stunned for a moment, then they all rolled up their sleeves and stood out with their swords.

The situation was so out of control that even Song Yuanqiao could not hold his nerve and his sword was unsheathed.

Zhang Sanfeng laughed "haha" and asked: "Master Kongwen's powerful Vajra Finger is really extraordinary, comparable to Master Dusheng back then."

Dusheng was Kongwen's master, but Zhang Sanfeng meant that Kongwen was just a junior in front of him. It was extremely rude for a junior to act like this!

"As the abbot of Shaolin Temple, I have to ask Master Zhang for advice today." Kong Wen grinned, but he refused to discuss seniority with Zhang Sanfeng.

He is just an abandoned disciple of Shaolin, how can he really be regarded as an ancestor!

"People in the world say that Zhang Zhenren's martial arts are better than those of others. We in Shaolin have admired them for a long time, but we don't know if they are exaggerating. Today, in front of all the heroes, we boldly ask Zhenren Zhang to teach us!"

Although the qualifications of Kongwen, Kongzhi, and Kongxing are not high (compared to Zhang Sanfeng), after years of hard work, they are finally at the top of the first-class realm, and are only half a step away from being a master.

Although Zhang Sanfeng was a long-established master, Kong Wen thought to himself that with the three half-step masters, he might not be his opponent?

After hearing Shaolin Kongwen, Kongxing, and Kongzhi say "Amitabha" at the same time, everyone realized that Kongwen wanted three brothers to deal with Zhang Sanfeng!

But Zhang Sanfeng has not made a move in nearly thirty years, and everyone who has fought with him has basically died cleanly. Regarding his martial arts, many martial arts people are limited to legends. They can only be summarized by the word "grandmaster"

In other words, no one knows exactly how a master is better than a first-rate master.

If I could see this grandmaster take action today, it would be a worthwhile trip!

In fact, not only these outsiders, but even the Seven Wudang Masters did not know the extent of Zhang Sanfeng's martial arts.

In the past thirty years, he has really never made a move, and no one is worthy of him or dares him to make a move.

"Haha, you Shaolin sect has a good idea!" Yin Liting laughed loudly, and then heard Song Yuanqiao's example:

"Today is my master's 100th birthday, how can I fight with the guests?"

Everyone thought that Song Yuanqiao was trying to shirk and did not dare to accept the challenge, but they heard him change his subject: "Why don't seven of my brothers accept the challenge on behalf of our master?"

So it turns out that Shaolin just used three against one to take advantage of others. Wudang is not stupid, and now he directly responded with seven against three.

While everyone was enjoying the melons, Song Yuanqiao tapped everyone in the Shaolin Temple with his sword:

"What I mean is that I, the Seven Heroes of Wudang, will face you, the Twelve Shaolin Heroes!"

Everyone roared again and started talking. Everyone knew that three of the Seven Heroes of Wudang had long been disabled, so six people were fighting against twelve people from the Shaolin Temple.

Among the twelve people in Shaolin, leaving aside the three great divine monks at their head, four of the six people in the Yuan generation are first-class masters.

Song Yuanqiao's words like this have raised Wudang's status, but in fact, he has to offset one with two. Isn't it a wise move?

While everyone was wondering, Ting Kong heard again: "In that case, I, Shaolin, will join you as the Six Wudang Heroes with six people."

"No, no, no, it's not the Six Heroes, it's the Seven Heroes!" Song Yuanqiao emphasized.

"Seven Heroes? Is it possible that Zhang Sanfeng will also end up?" Everyone looked strange.

Song Yuanqiao went on to say, "Although my third brother is seriously injured and unable to move, the Seven Heroes of Wudang and I have always been one. Today we are all at a critical moment of life and death, how can he ignore it? I asked him to find someone to give some advice.

It’s his representative.”

It's really going to be six against seven. Even so, the outcome is quite uncertain!

Kong Wen stopped arguing, nodded and said hello, and the two parties agreed to have a showdown at the back mountain martial arts field in the afternoon.

Song Yuanqiao had made an agreement with Kong Wen about this competition. If Wudang won, Shaolin would no longer be able to ask about Zhang Cuishan's Longmen Escort murder case and the whereabouts of the Golden Retriever Lion King; if Shaolin won, Wudang would tell the world everything.

This bet is not only related to Zhang Cuishan, but also involves the grievances and grievances between the two major martial arts sects in the world today.

After all, who is the best martial arts sect in the world will become more and more obvious after this duel! But regardless of victory or defeat, when this incident happened today, the two major martial arts sects were completely at odds with each other.
Chapter completed!