Murong Chunyu said slowly: "If you can't survive it, forget it."
When Wan Yu heard what Murong Chunyu said, she nodded gently to show her approval.
Murong Chunyu held Zhao Rui's hand tightly, stretched out her hand and patted the wall three times. The stone door in front of her suddenly opened from bottom to top.
When Murong Chunyu and Wan Yu appeared in front of the eight sects, Master Kongjing, Fu Fang, Ren Tongtian and others rushed forward quickly.
"Miss Murong, I haven't seen you for many years. How are you?"
Fu Fang held the sword tightly in her hand and shouted sternly.
These words sounded like they were greeting Murong Chunyu, but in fact, they were the same as sending a death notice to Murong Chunyu.
Murong Chunyu ignored Fu Fang at all, looked at Master Kong Jing and said anxiously: "You really are here! Old monk, do you know that Master Shi Lin has passed away long ago!"
Master Kongjing laughed coldly and said, "Donor Murong is full of nonsense, it's ridiculous."
A monk standing behind Master Kong Jing rushed out and said urgently: "Stop talking nonsense and hand over the "Celestial Silkworm Art"!"
Murong Chunyu was furious, gritted his white teeth, and said: "Where is the "Celestial Silkworm Art" in my hand? Aren't you trying to make things difficult for others?"
Master Kongjing smiled coldly again and said: "All my disciples have clearly seen what happened that day. What did the donor Murong say to force others to make things difficult? What happened to monk Shi Lin?"
"Stop pretending, we from Shaolin Temple are not like you."
Zhao Rui saw Fu Fang, Ren Tongtian and others showing murderous intent, and he knew that every one of them must have murderous intentions.
To put it bluntly, people from the eight sects traveled thousands of miles to come here simply because they coveted the "Celestial Silkworm Art" in the hands of the Shaolin Temple.
Everyone wants to get this "Celestial Silkworm Art".
The uproar was so great that if Murong Chunyu could not hand over "Celestial Silkworm Jue", this matter would be unjustifiable.
Zhao Rui saw that the two groups were at war with each other, and there was a possibility of a bloody battle in the cave at any time.
At that moment, he gritted his teeth, rushed out, and exclaimed: "I'm afraid, I'm afraid, don't you all want to get the "Celestial Silkworm Art"? Why bother with such a big fuss!"
"Although we are divided into different sects, we all reach the same destination by different paths. We are all from the Mauryan Dynasty and have lived here for generations for many years."
"If you want to get the "Tian Can Jue", then I will ask my wife to write down all the "Tian Can Jue" scriptures that Master Shi Lin himself said before he died, word for word, and give it to you. Isn't that okay?
Already?"
Zhao Rui stood between the two groups, frowning.
Master Kongjing looked Zhao Rui up and down and asked seriously: "Who is the donor?"
Zhao Rui said anxiously: "Hello, master, I am the husband of Murong Chunyu, the leader of Tianquan Sect."
Master Kongjing raised his eyebrows and said: "If Master Murong can sincerely return the "Celestial Cankran Jue" scripture to our Shaolin Temple, then a massacre can be avoided. This is a good thing."
Zhao Rui said: "Yes, yes, it is indeed true. Master is right."
I thought to myself: Damn it, are you still a monk? In order to get what you want, you don't even bother to cover it up, and keep saying it to avoid a massacre.
What, if you can't get this "Celestial Canker Art", are you going to kill all the people in our Tianquan Sect and Wuling Sect?
No wonder you are so aggressive this time, calling together the eight martial arts sects of the Central Plains!