"Master Xuanbei, I wonder if you had any friendship with Master Kongjing before?"
Zhao Rui looked at Master Xuanbei and asked in a deep voice.
Master Xuanbei shook his head and said: "I've only heard about it before. After all, they are all born in the Mauryan Dynasty. The martial arts in the Central Plains of the Mauryan Dynasty was only this big."
"There are only so many ranked sects in total, and Shaolin Temple is regarded as the largest martial arts sect in the world, so naturally everyone has heard about it."
Zhao Rui felt a little strange, so he asked: "Since Master Xuanbei was originally a monk, why did he never know Master Kongjing?"
In Zhao Rui's opinion, after all, everyone is a monk, so they should sit together all day eating, fasting and chanting Buddha's name.
On weekdays, when you have some confusions about Buddhism or have some problems, it is appropriate to discuss it with each other and exchange experiences.
When Master Xuanbei and Granny Tianji came in from outside just now, Zhao Rui felt that something was not right.
Normally, it would be wrong to say that Master Xuanbei and Master Kongjing don't know each other at all, but they are actually so unfamiliar with each other.
Master Xuanbei said seriously: "Your Highness King Zhao, although I am also a monk, I became a monk when I was young. It was not in Master Kongjing's Shaolin Temple."
"Even when it comes to seniority, Master Kongjing and I actually have nothing to say at all."
At this time, Zhao Rui finally realized it, nodded repeatedly and said: "It turns out that this is actually the case. As I said, how could you, Master Jingcai, be so unfamiliar with each other when you were talking to Master Kong Jing!"
At this moment, Wan Yu held the wine glass tightly and turned to look at Murong Chunyu, and said seriously: "Now the eight sects' siege on the Tianquan sect caused by the "Celestial Silkworm Jue" has come to an end. From what I see, in fact,
The two of us should leave quickly."
Murong Chunyu felt a little strange. She frowned and asked, "Now that things have come to an end and everything is calm, why are you in such a hurry to leave?"
Wan Yu looked around and saw no suspicious person, so he said seriously: "Uncle Murong, you don't know something! Don't tell us what we think, the "Celestial Silkworm" has been spread throughout the Central Plains martial arts.
"It's in your hands."
"Think about it, this martial arts secret book handed down from ancient times is in your hands and is known to everyone in the world. Can it be safe?"
"All of the eight sects are well-known and decent sects, but besides these eight sects, there are also some little-known small sects."
"The eight major sects have just come down from the mountain. We have been fighting hard for two days and two nights with the people from the eight major sects and the Shaolin Temple. After the battles, all the energy in our bodies has been exhausted."
"If those little sectarians take advantage of this opportunity to come up to the mountain, we, the disciples of Tianquan Sect and Wuling Sect, will be unable to handle it. What should we do?"
The words Wan Yu said were like a pile driver driving deeply into Murong Chunyu's heart.
Murong Chunyu kept Wan Yu's words firmly in mind, thinking and guessing over and over again.
I found that what Wan Yu said was correct. It is very likely that such a thing would happen, and once such a thing happened, it would be irreversible.
What despicable and dirty things can’t those small and heretical people do?
Going back ten thousand steps, the Shaolin Temple, which is the largest martial arts school in the world, is extremely dirty and disgusting, let alone these side sects and small families.
Murong Chunyu turned to look at Zhao Rui and said, "Husband, do you understand what Wan Yu said? Do you agree?"