Chapter 67 Martial Arts Conference·Opening (ask for monthly tickets at the end of the month)
Author: Waste Paper Bridge
Chapter 67 Martial Arts Conference·Opening (ask for monthly tickets at the end of the month)
The bell rang one hundred and eight times in succession on Shaoshi Mountain.
A long team of monks spread down the long stone stairs from halfway up the mountain.
Monks holding long sticks lined up on both sides, all looking energetic.
The sun shines on their bare foreheads, like a circle of light.
These monks actually anoint their heads with oil!
Simply exaggerated!
"Open the mountain!"
As a loud shout spread down the mountain, all the monks gathered their inner strength and shouted: "Open the mountain!"
The overwhelming momentum spread from the mountain to the bottom.
The entire Songshan Mountain seemed to be trembling with the shouts.
Some Buddhist disciples who also came to participate in the grand event couldn't help but lower their heads, pinched their beads, and chanted: "Amitabha!"
Most of the noisy people in the arena were intimidated by the momentum and unconsciously lowered their voices.
Buddhism cannot influence the rebellious people in the world, but the stick in the hands of the monk can.
So what is the Zen Ancestral Court? Of course, it is because it is particularly good at giving a wake-up call.
According to the pre-arrangement, each sect went up the mountain in order.
The first ones to go up the mountain were of course the Wudang Clan.
This time Wudang sent at least fifty or sixty people, all of whom, under the leadership of Chongxu, headed for the meeting venue set up in the middle of the mountain.
The current nominal head of Wudang is Chongxu's master, Taoist Priest Ziqing, but Taoist Priest Ziqing is already over eighty years old. Regardless of Wudang affairs for many years, the actual head of Wudang has long been Chongxu.
The Wudang people walked to the middle of the mountain road and pulled out their swords in unison.
The sword light flashed, and the sword energy turned into a Tai Chi pattern, condensing in mid-air without dissipating.
"The sword comes out of Wudang, and the real martial arts defeats the devil!" Wudang disciples shouted in unison. Although the sound was not as powerful as Shaolin's, the momentum was like a rainbow, and the influence exerted by Shaolin was powerfully dispersed.
People in the martial arts world at the foot of the mountain cheered loudly.
I don’t understand what’s good about it, but it’s just ‘good’ anyway!
For such a grand event, Shaolin will never be better than the others.
Wang Yu, who was beside Yue Buqun, muttered in a low voice: "Pretending to be in opposition is really rough."
Yue Buqun glanced at Wang Yu and said, "Shut up!"
Wang Yu's mentality is still somewhat arrogant like that of a young man from an aristocratic family looking at the rough edges of the world.
But don’t worry, you’ll recognize the reality after a few more fights.
Following Wudang, the Five Mountains Sword Sect came up the mountain.
Although the Wuyue Sword Sect had internal cracks due to Yue Buqun, they were still mixed together up the mountain at this time.
For most people in the world now, the Five Mountains Sword Sect is basically a force.
However, because there was no rehearsal in advance, the momentum of the Wuyue Sword Sect going up the mountain was not as great as that of Wudang.
The Songshan sect secretly rehearsed their slogans in advance, but due to the deliberate interference of the Taishan sect, they were so confused that it was difficult to hear them clearly.
What was heard at the foot of the mountain was a chaotic murmur.
I only heard about Wuyue, Wuyang, Wuyang, etc., but I didn’t remember anything at all.
Later, the Hengshan sect simply took over. The gongs and drums started to sound, the music became agitated, and the atmosphere suddenly became great.
It's just that someone at the foot of the mountain couldn't help but throw reward money on the mountain path.
More than half of the six major sects of the late Yuan and early Ming dynasties have withered away. The three sects of Emei, Kunlun, and Kongtong, although they are not “no such sects,” have been reduced to the second and third rates in the world.
Of course, these three sects also sent people to participate in this martial arts conference, or they may take this opportunity to make their names known again.
After the Wuyue Sword Sect climbed the mountain amidst the loud music of gongs and drums, second-rate sects such as Qingcheng, Tianshan, Kuocang, and Diancang also began to climb the mountain in sequence.
These sects, to a greater or lesser extent, have made some improvements.
But because of the lack of confidence, I also didn’t have much to look at.
The Qingcheng faction's face-changing and fire-breathing actions received a lot of applause.
It’s just unclear whether such publicity has a positive effect.
The reason why every sect promotes it so hard is because everyone feels that a big storm is coming. Every sect that wants to survive is trying its best to grow stronger, even if it is like a puffer fish.
The weak posture formed by puffing out the belly.
In this way, until all the famous sects in the martial arts world have gone up the mountain, the monk Zhike will call the names at the bottom of the mountain and invite those martial arts figures who have always been famous in the martial arts world to go up the mountain.
Everyone in the world whose name is called will proudly bow their hands to the surrounding people, say "Ashamed" a few times, and then quickly go up the mountain.
Afraid of being knocked down.
As for the Sun and Moon God Sect, are there any other heresies that harm one side?
Sorry! There is no place for them.
Although the imperial court intends to promote talents in an eclectic way, Shaolin and Wudang, as leaders of the Baidao, cannot show their shame.
So on the surface, there is no invitation to those heretics.
Just not driven away.
Of course, the heretics headed by the Sun Moon God Sect had also been mentally prepared for it. They went up the mountain from another road in advance and headed towards the venue. It seemed that they had a tacit understanding with Baidao Wulin.
In this way, there are still a large number of martial arts people at the foot of the mountain who have no chance to go up the mountain.
But the places on the mountain are limited, and there are too many people, so why hold a conference? Just count the heads!
Therefore, some martial arts figures with good footwork, good qinggong and loud voices were specially invited to be 'messengers'. They were responsible for broadcasting what happened on the mountain and informing those at the foot of the mountain who had no chance to attend the venue.
Those charlatans.
At the foot of the mountain, there is no one with a name and no sect to rely on, so there is no chance of going up the mountain.
Shaolin and Wudang have already set up dozens of arenas at the foot of the mountain.
In the ring, no matter who is the winner, as long as he wins ten games in a row, he will be qualified to go up the mountain to participate in the conference.
In this way, it suits the wishes of many people.
There was no fuss at all.
The left and right are just here to make themselves famous. There is no difference whether they are on the mountain or at the foot of the mountain.
If you win ten games in a row, you will gain both face and li.
On the contrary, if you can't even get out from the bottom of the mountain, you will be humiliating yourself by going up the mountain.
The venue for the martial arts conference is not in the Shaolin Temple, but right next to the Pagoda Forest.
In a large open space, a tent has already been set up.
Various sects and sects have arranged their positions according to their different status in the world.
Among them, the Huashan School is considered the most spacious.
The size of the tent is the same as that of the other four sects in the Five Mountains, but the Huashan sect has fewer people!
Including the few large cloves of garlic from Jian Zong, there are only about ten people, enough space to accommodate thirty people, which is more than enough for them.
Taishan Pie is a bit crowded.
So Yue Buqun took the initiative to ask the Taishan Sect to assign some people to move under the Huashan Sect's tent.
After sitting down and everyone entering, the abbot of Shaolin Temple, Monk Fang Zheng, walked to the center and stood under an ancient tree. He looked around and nodded.
"Everyone! The poor monk Fang Zheng only represents Shaolin and welcomes you to participate in the conference."
"The primary goal of this conference is to agree on how to allocate the hunting of evil spirits, and how to make an agreement between the various factions to help each other."
Fang Zheng's voice spread throughout the venue.
I just didn't wait for the preset compliments and came out to answer the call at this time.
Then I heard a dull sound coming from the ground.
"Ah! Has it started? Has the conference started?"
"I...I'm not late, am I?"
"Hey! You bitch, help me check if my neck is crooked. I feel like my butt is pressing on it."