Monk Kong Wen added, "Perhaps we don't need to fight. Just like that Taihao disciple, who borrowed Po Xia Donkey to see my Buddhist attack, who else will challenge us?"
The five monks looked at each other and smiled, and the supporting role became the protagonist. Wu Sect and Quanzhen Sect were embarrassed and couldn't say anything. They had to thank them for intervening to prevent the situation from getting out of hand. It was indeed a wonderful move.
Everyone unanimously decided that the disciples of the Xinye Buddhist Sect would fight. There was no need to consider their combat prowess. As long as they were not stupid, they would understand what the Buddhist Sect meant.
Don't you listen? A total of seventy monks asked you if you are afraid!
Monk Yuanjue smiled and thought it would be better to leave this opportunity to his disciples.
"Tithu, please go take a trip and explain the key points clearly. Anyone who has mastered sword skills to this extent is not a fool."
The monk holding the pot looked happy, knowing that this was the time when the master was giving him a good face and a good reputation, "Disciple, I will obey the law."
Before he could stand up, a young monk who also came from Xinye Buddhism stood up hesitantly.
"Uncle, I'm holding a lantern and I'm taking the liberty to interrupt. Maybe, maybe something is wrong?"
Monk Yuanjue looked hesitant and glanced at him, "Landeng, are the decisions made by our elders something that you, a junior, can question?"
The lantern-carrying monk was very worried and didn't dare to say any more, but the monk Yuanxing next to him was a sensible person. He didn't want to appear too domineering in front of his fellow Gaochang Buddhist sect.
"It doesn't matter. If you have any different opinions, just say so. Our Xinye Buddhism is not a place that doesn't listen to advice."
The lantern-carrying monk received the approval and said softly: "My disciple and the Quanzhen Sword Cultivator once had a relationship in the Yin Mausoleum of the State of Shan, and I know his character well. He is smelly, hard, and has serious killing crimes. He is not someone who listens to advice." Man, I'm afraid it will be difficult to persuade Senior Brother Tihu to move."
Monk Yuanjue snorted loudly, "How can you control whether he listens or not? No need to say more, don't back down!"
The lantern-carrying monk was so embarrassed that he bowed his head and retreated, but he was very shameless and didn't think anything was wrong.
But Monk Kong Jian is a careful person, "Brother, what you said as a disciple is somewhat reasonable; the demon sect is naturally prone to killing and fighting fiercely. This has made it lose its temper and makes it feel that it is invincible and unable to control itself. There are emotions too.
I'm not thinking about him, but if there is damage in the process, it will be difficult for both parties to step down?
How about this, let's upload it to our uncle, and let him say hello to Quanzhen Zhu Jiuling first. If the elders from both sides come forward, then the matter will be settled."
Yuan Jue didn't want to do anything unnecessary, but when he thought about it carefully, what kind of general trend did these minor cultivators know? They are just guys who don't know the importance, so it's right to inform them in advance.
So he contacted his uncle Zhi Luohan with his spiritual consciousness, and got a reply after a while,
"Uncle Master said that we have reached a tacit understanding with Zhu Jiuling, so there should be no problems."
...Here, the three senior cultivators of the Quanzhen Sect also received rumors from Master Zhu, and asked them to tell Hou Zi that if a monk comes on stage, just give in.
Uncle Li stopped at that time, "What? We have already yielded to the Quanzhen Taoist flag once? Now we want to give up the Anhe Taoist flag? I don't understand. Are we a demon sect? It's okay to give in like this. If you don’t have half the spirit of a sword cultivator, let’s just stop calling it the Quanzhen Sect from now on and change it to the Quan Rang Sect.”
Master Jia glared, "Watch your words, Junior Brother Li! Since our uncle has an order, we must obey it. After all, our uncle stands higher than us and can see farther than us. You are talking nonsense here. Be careful, I will sue you for disrespecting the teacher!"
The two were at odds here, and Master Wang next to him sighed. Within the Quanzhen Sect, disputes between the Harmony Sect and the Demonic Sect were ubiquitous. Even their three leaders this time were strictly designated according to the differences between the factions.
Of course, Junior Brother Li is from the Demonic Sect, and Senior Brother Jia is definitely from the Fusion Sect, and he himself is an out-and-out fence sect. Therefore, all decisions must of course be made by Senior Uncle Zhu Jiuling.
He wrote a note and handed it to Taoist Anhe not far away, "Please pass it on to Hou Zi, thank you for your work."
These advanced cultivators are not allowed to contact their disciples directly for fear of giving them advice, but if it does not involve combat skills, some messages are still allowed.
Under the gaze of all the superior cultivators on the island in the middle of the lake, as well as all the golden elixir major cultivators in the sky, this note was given to the minor cultivator. The minor cultivator looked at it and was speechless.
Everyone knows that this is the end of the discussion on Taoism in the Southwest. In the end, it was not decided by the disciples, but by the major practitioners.
The addition of Tahoe Sect and two Buddhist sects at the last moment made the trend more complicated. Both Wu Sect and Quanzhen Sect had a premonition that they could not act according to their original wishes. For the sake of the overall situation of the Southwest, every force had to do something. Make sacrifices.
According to this development, Wu Sect will eventually fly five Tai Chi flags, including one for itself and one for the Huncheng Hua Xue Wo Sect.
The Quanzhen Church raises three flags, which are the three flags of the Wu Sect;
There are three flags of Buddhism, including two of our own and one of An and Taoism.
There are two sides of Tahao Gate, my own and the Quanzhen Sect’s.
This is a very strange ending. The Wu Sect failed to achieve any of its main goals. It lost three of its four banners, but gained a lot from the Demon Sect's small orthodoxy.
The same is true for the Quanzhen Sect. Not only did it fail to protect the Anhe Taoist Sect, it even lost its own flag and only took three sides of the Wu Sect to comfort itself.
It is difficult to say that this is a win-win situation. It may be more appropriate to say that it is a lose-lose situation for both parties; it also proves that one should not underestimate any force on the mainland. Just because they did not take a stand at the beginning does not mean that they will not take a stand when the fruits are divided in the end. This perfectly explains what a snipe is. When clams fight, the fisherman gains.
The Wu Sect is not willing to give in, but now they cannot deal with the fully-staffed Buddhist and Tahao Sects; the Quanzhen Sect is not satisfied either, but now they cannot take action against anyone except one disciple.
The rest is basically to follow the procedures, Monk Tihu goes to negotiate, and then the Quanzhen Sword Cultivator gives in, and the entire Southwest Discussion is over, starting at the beginning but ending at the end, just like the situation on the mainland for thousands of years, everyone continues to survive with their tail between their legs in the compromise. Waiting for an opportunity that can really start the chaos.
Seeing Brother Carrying the Pot walking across the lake with great satisfaction, the Monk Carrying the Lantern began to silently pack up his combat supplies, placing them one by one in the most useful place in the bag.
A familiar senior brother next to him quietly asked: "Junior Brother Lantern, are you preparing your luggage to leave? After finally coming to Anhe, I don't want to go to Shendu. I heard that Shendu is the most beautiful city in the southwest region. It’s a big, prosperous city.”
The lantern-carrying monk curled his lips and said, "Leave? The first half of the battle has only begun, and the second half hasn't even started yet! Look, there won't be any participants left on the island in the middle of the lake, and they all have to go ashore to risk their lives!"
