The matter is obvious. Before the eight sects came up the mountain to attack, they had clearly agreed that Master Shi Lin could not die in such an unexplained way.
The blame for this incident lies entirely with the thieves and bald donkeys of Shaolin Temple. In this case, after they came up the mountain, everyone from Tianquan Sect and everyone from Wuling Sect joined forces.
If people stand in the way, they will kill; if they stand in the way of Buddha, they will kill Buddha; if they stand in the way of gods, they will kill gods.
No matter what, Master Shi Lin must be avenged.
There is no way this bloody feud could just go unnoticed no matter what.
However, who would have thought that six disciples had just died, and Zhao Rui immediately jumped out and rebelled.
So what should we do?
Murong Chunyu and Wan Yu were filled with anger and rage, but there was no way they could settle the score with Zhao Rui on the spot.
After all, there are Fu, the Seven Sages of Chongzhen, Master Kongjing and other eight major gangs standing in front of them.
Murong Chunyu frowned for a moment and said loudly: "Master Kong Jing, you wholeheartedly want to obtain the "Celestial Silkworm Art", my aunt, I will help you."
"It's just that before Master Shi Lin died, he just dictated the true scripture of "The Secret of Heavenly Canker". If you are determined to get the true copy of "The Secret of Heavenly Canker", I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to do it."
The eyes of Master Kong Jing and the twelve junior disciples standing behind him were all bright. Master Kong Jing hurriedly took four steps forward, stood still, and said urgently: "I will immediately send someone to serve Master Murong with pens, ink, and paper."
Inkstone, right here, Master Murong memorized the "Tian Can Jue" scripture that he heard from Monk Shi Lin that day!"
Anyway, under Zhao Rui's manipulation, today's events have completely changed, but no matter what, it is difficult to recover.
Since this was the case, Murong Chunyu could no longer help herself.
Soon, the Shaolin Temple disciples neatly brought up pens, inks, papers and inkstones for Murong Chunyu. Murong Chunyu looked at a stone table in the southeast and pointed expressionlessly.
These young monks quickly spread the pens, inks, paper and inkstones in their hands on the stone table. The sword in Murong Chunyu's hand was not put back into the scabbard. Instead, surrounded by several disciples of the Tianquan Sect, he moved towards the stone table.
The table passed quickly.
Walking to the stone table, Murong Chunyu sat down on the stone bench without thinking.
He took off the brush, dipped it in ink, and put the brush on the white paper.
He concentrated and quickly wrote three big characters: "Celestial Silkworm Jue".
Everyone present walked forward quickly, not even daring to take a breath, and stared deeply at Murong Chunyu writing rapidly with the brush in his hand.
There is actually nothing surprising about the first and second sentences, although they are both within Zhao Rui's control.
However, when Murong Chunyu wrote the third sentence, Zhao Rui couldn't help but feel nervous.
She thought to herself: Damn it! My wife is so smart, she can’t do any tricks!