Chapter 20 Wudang Storm (2)

But except for Song Ming, no one would have thought that the head of the Emei Sect, Master Mie Jue, would also lead the Emei Sect to join the ranks of forcing Wudang.

But for some reason, Master Miejue did not appear?

Guests from all walks of life arrived in a blink of an eye, and it was noon. There was no preparation in Zixiao Palace, so how could a banquet be held? Therefore, there were 100 tables in Zixiao Palace, and ten people sat on each table. They used stones as tables and stools outside Zixiao Palace. The firework Taoist gave a banquet to every table in Zixiao Palace, and the stones outside were not that good. The firework Taoist could only give each person a large bowl of white rice, and some vegetables, tofu and meat, which was far less than the banquet in Zixiao Palace.

Song Yuanqiao and everyone greeted the guests and apologized and treated them in a bad way. But everyone was eating casually, and kept looking out the door of the hall while eating, as if they were waiting for someone.

Song Yuanqiao and others looked at each other carefully and saw that the leaders of each sect and the leaders of each sect were mostly self-respecting and did not carry weapons on their bodies. However, many of the disciples had bulging waists, which seemed to be hidden weapons. Only the disciples of Emei, Kunlun and Kongtong were all empty-handed.

Song Yuanqiao and others were all resentful: "Since you said you were here to celebrate your birthday with your master, why do you hide weapons?" He also saw that the birthday gifts given by everyone were mostly some short-term peaches and longevity noodles bought from Shanxia Town, and they were bought casually in a hurry. Not only did they have the identity of Zhang Sanfeng, the great martial arts master, nor did they fit the aura of the leaders of various sects and leaders of various sects. Only the gifts sent by Emei were truly valued. In addition to the sixteen precious jadeware, there was also a big red brocade Taoist robe, embroidered with gold thread, with a hundred different characters of "longevity". The effort was quite good.

Zhang Songxi and others looked at each other's aura and couldn't help but feel a slump in their hearts. They were all people who were exploring the world, and they knew that they must be waiting for some strong support.

At this time, the only one who can become their strong support is Shaolin Temple, which is known as "the world's martial arts are produced in Shaolin".

The guests in the hall used a meal, and the fireworks Taoist cleaned up the dishes.

Zhang Songxi said loudly: "Sir, friends, today, my family master is 100th birthday, and I will give you my bestowal on you. I am very proud of you. I am just very slow in entertaining you. I would like to forgive you. My family master originally wanted to invite you to go to the Huanghe Tower in Wuchang to plan to get drunk. Today is the disrespectful place. I will give you a thank you. My junior brother Zhang Cuishan has been away for ten years and has returned today. His experiences over the past ten years have not yet been reported to the teacher. Besides, today is a happy day for the family master. If you talk about the grudges and fights in the martial arts world, it is unknown. The kindness of your coming from afar has also become intentional to find trouble. You are rarely here to come to Wudang, so you will accompany you to enjoy the scenery in front of the mountain and behind the mountain?"

His words blocked everyone's mouth first, and the statement was first. Today is the auspicious date of birthday. If someone mentioned Xie Xun and the Longmen Escort Agency, they would be intentionally enemies with the Wudang Sect. These people went up the mountain together, except for the Emei Sect, and originally fought without hesitation to find out the whereabouts of the Golden Lion King Xie Xun. However, the Wudang Sect is famous and no one dares to form a bond with him alone. If thousands of people rushed up, they would be without any scruples, but no one wants to stand up and start the attack first.

Everyone looked at each other and had a stalemate for a moment.

A big man stood up and shouted: "Zhang Sixia, you don't have to say anything in your head. We are wise and do not do secret things. We open the skylight and say things in a bright way. This time we go up the mountain, we are just to celebrate Zhang Zhenren's birthday, and secondly, to inquire about the whereabouts of Xie Xun, the evil thief."

Mo Shenggu held it in for a long time, and then he couldn't bear it anymore, and sneered: "Okay, so that's it, no wonder, no wonder!"

The strong man opened his eyes wide and asked, "What's wrong?" Mo Shenggu said, "I heard before that you came to Wudang to pay my birthday to your master, but when you saw that you were secretly hiding weapons on your body, you felt very strange. Did you bring a sword and a sword to give your master a birthday gift? Only then did you realize that you were giving such a birthday gift."

The man slapped his body, then untied his Taoist robe, and shouted: "Mo Qixia can see clearly. At a young age, don't squirt people with blood. Who is hidden in us?"

Mo Shenggu sneered, "It's great, it's not." He stretched out his fingers and gently pulled them on the belts of the two people beside him.

He made a very quick move. With this pull, he had already pulled off the belts of the two of them, but he heard it. Two chugging sounds passed one after another. Two short knives fell to the ground, and the green light shone brightly and dazzlingly.

This time, everyone's faces changed drastically.

According to the rules of the martial arts world, because Zhang Sanfeng has a high age and unfathomable martial arts, he has solved the catastrophes of the martial arts world many times. In order to show his respect for Zhang Sanfeng, any Jianghu people who come to the Zixiao Palace in Wudang will dismantle weapons in a place outside the Zixiao Palace.

Originally, everyone came to attack Zhang Cuishan and brought weapons privately. It would be fine if they didn't know that they were not allowed to bring weapons privately. Once they were revealed, they would lose their morality and give Wudang the commanding heights of morality.

Seeing this, the big man did not hide his feelings and said loudly: "Yes, if Zhang Wuxia refused to tell Xie Xun's whereabouts, then it would be terrible to swing the sword."

And at this moment, a sound suddenly came from outside the door: "Amitabha!" The Buddha's name was clearly transmitted into the ear drums of the crowd, both clear and bright, as if it was coming from a distance, but it sounded like it was sent beside him.

It can be seen that the visitor's deep internal strength and high martial arts skills are really better than the heroes present. Even Song Yuanqiao's cultivation is half inferior to the visitor's.

Zhang Sanfeng was originally sitting in the head seat and watching the opening of the show. When he heard the Buddha's name, he knew that the strong support behind these people had arrived. He was secretly angry, but he smiled on his face: "It turns out that the Shaolin Sect Zen Master Kongwen has arrived, please welcome him quickly."

The voice outside the door said: "Shaolin Temple abbot Kong Wen led his junior brother Kong Zhi, Kong Xing, and his disciples to wish Zhang Zhenren a long time of happiness."

Kongwen, Kongzhi and Kongxing are the three characters among the four great monks in Shaolin. Except for Master Kongjian, who is dead, all the three monks have arrived.

There were three monks from the Kong generation of Shaolin. They saw more than fifty monks behind the three monks, each with steady steps. They knew they were masters at a glance, and they felt confident in their hearts.

He Taichong, the head of Kunlun Sect, said: "I have long admired the reputation of Shaolin monks. I am fortunate to meet them today, which is worthy of this trip."

Another low voice outside the door said, "This one thinks it is Mr. He, the head of Kunlun. Fortunately, I will be happy! Zhenren Zhang, I am so disrespectful to pay my birthday to you later."

Song Ming couldn't help but laugh and said, "It's too late to come to pay my birthday. Shaolin Temple is too ignorant. It's indeed the Hu Sect. Even if it was introduced to the Central Plains for thousands of years, it's still difficult to change the evil roots!"

Song Ming was actually very unhappy about Shaolin Temple. This group of bald donkeys are good at bewitching people's hearts and bewitching many people who believe in Buddhism, what is the next life, what is the cycle of reincarnation, what is the "put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the ground." If everyone believes in the Buddha and suffers in this life and enjoys happiness in the next life, what else should they do in this world?

If you "put down your butcher's knife and become a Buddha on your own, what should you do in the worldly ethics, morals and laws?

No wonder after Buddhism was introduced into the Central Plains, many heroes have carried out the act of "destroying Buddha" for thousands of years. It is definitely not just that Buddhism does not do production but occupies a lot of land, nor that Buddhism can make a lot of money and shape the golden body of the Buddha. It is also because of this arrangement of Buddhism, which makes countless young people join Buddhism and lose their labor force for nothing.

"It is rumored that the eight heroes of Wudang, the Shura Sword, have a strong aura and a deep murderous spirit. I thought it was fake, but today I saw it, but the rumors were true. For the safety of the world, I asked Zhenren Zhang to ask me to bring the Shura Sword back to Shaolin, and use Buddhism to transform it into the evil spirit of killing." A voice came in, and three monks of Kong's generation led fifty monks to the front. Master Kongwen's white eyebrows drooped and covered his eyes, like a long-edged arhat; Master Kongxing's body was majestic and majestic; Master Kongzhi had a bitter face and his mouth drooped.

"What Master Kongwen said is not false. Zhenren Zhang sat down and his disciple "Shura Sword" was bloody and murderous. My Kunlun Sect Xihuazi, Wei Siniang and other disciples died tragically at his hands!" He Taichong saw the Shaolin monks coming, and he was confident, and said, but he was asking Song Ming for guilt.

Seeing this, Song Ming felt that it was a good thing to muddle the water. He immediately sneered, causing everyone to look at Song Ming. Then Song Ming suddenly shouted: "He Taichong, your Kunlun Sect is so brave. You dare to intercept my Wudang disciple halfway. If you don't give me Wudang an explanation today, I will definitely destroy your Kunlun family!"

Song Ming suddenly exploded, shocking everyone in the whole scene. No one expected that Wudang, which has always been modest, polite and low-key, would have people who would destroy the whole family at any time!

As the head of the Kunlun Sect, He Taichong was not respectful and polite wherever he went, and never was treated like this. His face suddenly turned red with anger: "You...you...you...being presumptuous!"

"Random!? You are only arrogant!" Song Ming pointed at He Taichong and cursed: "Your Kunlun Sect's ancestor, He Zudao, is the same generation as my master. You are He Zudao's disciple. You have to respectfully call my master "Uncle Master" and call me "Uncle Master". Your disciples, by their seniority, have to call me "Uncle Master" by their seniority! But they are bold and reckless, and ambush and intercept my brothers on the way, committing great rebellion and violating the world's human ethics. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are bullying their masters and destroying their ancestors!"

"You He Taichong doesn't close the door to reflect on your own mistakes, reorganize the rules and teach your disciples well. Instead, come to Wudang to ask for an explanation. It's really shameless to lose your grandfather's face "He Zudao"!" Song Ming pointed at He Taichong and cursed: "What's the face that you have to stand in Zixiao Palace with confidence? If you don't give me Wudang an explanation, you will definitely destroy your Kunlun family!"

He Zudao was so angry that his face was blushing, and he felt his anger burning in his chest, and he was about to explode and shouted: "Shura Sword, you are looking for death!"

As he said that, he had already taken action, and a woman next to him had a tacit understanding, and actually took action at the same time to deal with Song Ming.
Chapter completed!