Meng Xiuyuan naturally had no time to pay attention to the inner activities of He Taichong. Although Kunlun was also a large sect, he could not decide what happened today. It was like hundreds of guests came today, but all of them were unkind. But most of them just dared to follow the crowd.
, dare not jump out and offend the Wu-Tang Clan directly.
The focus of today's matter is still on the three eminent monks of the Shaolin Sect in front of us.
Naturally, Meng Xiuyuan was impressed by three of the so-called "Four Divine Monks" in Shaolin Temple.
Kong Wen heard that the Shaolin Temple presided over the city and he was a man of deep character.
Kongxing has been practicing martial arts in Shaolin since he was a child. He does not do ordinary things, and his personality is as simple as a child.
Kong Zhi, narrow-minded, impatient personality, although his martial arts is good, he does not look like a high monk.
In view of their characters, Meng Xiuyuan had already made targeted preparations, so he was confident. However, this matter still had to be done step by step, and there was no need to rush.
The old rule is to be polite before fighting. Shaolin Temple is a thousand-year-old temple, Taishan Beidou is the martial arts world, and Monk Kong Wen is personally present as the head of Shaolin. Naturally, the Wudang Sect cannot fail to follow the etiquette.
Meng Xiuyuan bowed calmly: "I have heard the divine monk praise me in vain. Wudang Meng Xiuyuan has seen him here."
After saying that, he took two steps back and stood back behind the senior brothers.
In such an occasion, since he has not yet broken his skin, as the eighth junior brother, it is naturally inconvenient for him to show up again.
Instead, Song Yuanqiao led the crowd forward, bowed and greeted the three great Shaolin monks. Both his gestures and words were very polite.
Seeing this, everyone from the Kunlun, Emei, and Kongtong sects also came together to meet Kongwen, exchanging admiration and polite greetings.
After all, people like the head of the Shaolin Temple are not usually seen in person, and they must be approached by some means.
Master Xiangsheng Kongwen was a high-ranking man, and he was very good at face-saving. He would put his hands together as a salute and say hello to the younger disciples of each sect and group. There was chaos for a while, and hundreds of people were introduced one by one.
The main hall was now peaceful, and all the famous and decent people were gathered together, having a good time, as if the tense atmosphere of almost fighting just now had not happened before, and it was as if today they really came to wish Zhang Sanfeng his birthday.
But what’s fake is fake, and you won’t be able to pretend for too long.
Soon, Kong Wen couldn't help but said to Song Yuanqiao:
"Master Song, I wish to pay my birthday to Master Zhang today, so I shouldn't mention anything else. But as the poor monk is the head of the Shaolin Sect, there are some things he has to do.
I also hope that Hero Song can invite your respected master, there are some things that the poor monk needs to ask him in person."
Song Yuanqiao heard this and hurriedly explained to him:
"The holy monk doesn't know something, but something happened to me in Wudang Mountain today.
Just now, my fifth brother's biological son Zhang Wuji was injured by an adulterer, and his life was at stake. The master and others were doing exercises to heal Wuji's child at this time, and they really had no time to come out to greet the eminent monks of the Shaolin Sect.
Everything happened for a reason, I hope the holy monk will forgive me."
When the three monks of the Shaolin Temple heard this, their expressions stopped for a moment.
"Amitabha, I don't know that this poor sect has suffered such changes, which is really disappointing. I wonder what kind of injury the little donor suffered, and whether our Shaolin can be of any help..." Kong Wen said seriously as he chanted the Buddha's name.
"We can help." Meng Xiuyuan suddenly took a step forward and interrupted decisively.
He was waiting for this opportunity, but he didn't expect this empty news to come to his doorstep.
Meng Xiuyuan's sudden voice drew the attention of everyone present to him again. Monk Kongwen asked in particular confusion:
"Benefactor Meng, what are you..."
"That's right, my nephew's injury requires help from the eminent monks of Shaolin Temple. Master Kongwen, it's a coincidence that you are here." Meng Xiuyuan smiled at Kongwen and saluted:
"Xiao Wuji is currently injured by the Xuanming Divine Palm. The power of that palm is so vicious that even my master can't do anything about it.
The only thing that can save him is the Nine Yang Divine Art."
"Nine Sun Magic Technique?" Kong Wen's expression changed when he heard this. Although he was a junior in front of Zhang Sanfeng and had never personally experienced Jue Yuan's defection from the temple. However, he was aware of the series of stories triggered by this magic technique.
Have heard of it.
"Yes, only by gathering together the Nine-Yang Techniques of Wudang, Shaolin and Emei can we deduce the Nine-Yang Magic Technique and save my nephew's life.
Shaolin eminent monks and monks are compassionate, you would never see an innocent child dying and then do nothing to save him."
"This..." Kongwen felt a little hesitant when he heard the words, and for a moment he didn't know how to respond.
On the contrary, Kong Wen was surrounded by Kong Xing, who had been practicing martial arts in Shaolin since he was a child. Although he was old, he still had little scheming. At this moment, after listening to Meng Xiuyuan's words, he actually asked Kong Wen directly:
"Senior brother, this time we came to ask about the Longmen Escort Agency and Xie Xun, but this Wudang boy asked us for the secret book of Nine Yang Kung. We must not give it to him..."
"Junior brother, don't talk too much." Kong Wen frowned and stopped Kongxing, secretly thinking that he had made a mistake and should have told his junior brother to speak less when he came.
When everyone present heard the straightforward words of Emptiness, their hearts tightened, knowing that the drama was about to come.
Everyone had been chatting with each other for so long, but unexpectedly, the false peace was broken by the words "emptiness".
The Seven Heroes of Wudang all had stern faces. Among them, Mo Shenggu couldn't hold back his anger and was the first to shout angrily:
"Ha, it's true. The three sacred monks of Shaolin Temple are here to pay their respects today, but in fact they are just here to pay homage to Xie Xun and the Dragon-Slaying Sword.
They all say that Shaolin monks are profound in Dharma and compassionate, but they never thought that they were lying. They would not save an innocent child even if he saw his life hanging in the balance."
Such fierce words naturally made everyone in Shaolin unhappy. Kong Zhi had a hot temper and immediately jumped out and said:
"So what? I, Shaolin, are here today to seek an explanation for the matter between Zhang Cuishan and Xie Xun!
You Wudang Sect cares about the lives of your juniors. Are the lives of the seventy-two members of the Longmen Escort Bureau not their lives? The lives of my disciples of the Shaolin Sect who were killed by Zhang Cuishan are not their lives? Or are the lives of my senior brother Kong Jian who was killed by Xie Xun not their lives?
life?!"
As soon as Kongxing finished speaking, Yuanye behind him stood up and pointed at Zhang Cuishan and shouted:
"Zhang Cuishan, you shot a poisonous needle into Huifeng's mouth next to the West Lake in Lin'an, injuring his life. I witnessed it with my own eyes. Do you think I have wronged you? You shot the right eyes of the three of us blind with a poisonous needle. Did you?
Do you still want to be a gangster?"
"This..." Zhang Cuishan felt unspeakable.
It is true that he was not the one who committed the murder on the bank of the West Lake, but the person who really did it was now his wife. The relationship between his husband and wife is deep, so why not protect him?
But he didn't expect that a crisp voice suddenly sounded at this time.
"This matter has nothing to do with Fifth Brother or Wudang. It is all my fault."
I saw Yin Susu walking out of the back hall quickly, ignoring Zhang Cuishan's obstruction, walking straight to the three Shaolin monks, and knelt down with a pop.
"I hope all the holy monks will know that I was the one who killed the Longmen Escort family, and I was also responsible for the poisonous needles on the shore of Lin'an Lake that day.
No matter what grudges you have in Shaolin Temple, you can come here to take revenge with me, the little girl. If you are still angry, you can also come to me, the Sky Eagle Sect, and my father, the White-browed Eagle King, for an explanation.
But my Wuji child is innocent.
If he is wrong, it is only because he was born in the belly of such a ruthless temptress like me, so he suffered so many sins for nothing. At a young age, he has already experienced all the hard work of others in his life.
I also hope that all the holy monks will be merciful and can give me the Shaolin Nine Yang Kung Fu to save my child.
I am willing to offer Tianying to teach me all the martial arts I know in exchange, and after Wuji's injury improves, I will fight or kill him as I please."
Everyone present heard her speak like this and guessed the reason. It seems that she was so excited because she heard what Meng Xiuyuan said just now and was eager to save her son.
Zhang Cuishan's eyes suddenly turned red, and he stepped forward and pulled Yin Susu up:
"Susu, what are you doing? Come back with me!"
"No, Fifth Brother, I've figured it out. I can't drag you or our Wuji child down anymore.
Everything today happened because of me. If you sacrifice my life, the eminent monks of the Shaolin Sect will be willing not to trouble you anymore and are willing to save Wuji's child, so what if I die."
Everyone in the Wudang Sect was moved when they saw it, and they all gathered around to protect the two of them.
Meng Xiuyuan took another step forward and saluted everyone in Shaolin:
"Dear monks, back then the Longmen Escort Agency paid two thousand taels of gold to escort my third senior brother, who was seriously injured, back to Wudang Mountain. However, on the way, someone kidnapped my third senior brother and used the Shaolin sect's powerful Vajra finger.
The joints all over her body were severed and paralyzed, which is why my sister-in-law, the fifth master, got into trouble with the Longmen Escort Agency.
If my master hadn't accidentally found the magic medicine, perhaps Third Senior Brother would still be lying in bed today, a useless person..."
Before he finished speaking, Yuan Ye on the opposite side interrupted:
"Boy, what are you talking about? Your third senior brother was not injured by people from my Shaolin sect, so don't make false accusations on us.
Besides, Yu Daiyan has recovered from his injuries now, but it will be difficult for my blind eyes to recover, and the dead Hui Feng and the seventy-two members of the Longmen Escort Bureau will not survive!"
Meng Xiuyuan remained calm, shook his head and continued:
"Master Yuanye misunderstood. I am not shirk responsibility. I just want to say that although the tragedy that year was caused by my fifth master sister-in-law herself, and it is true that her methods were too vicious, behind this, I am afraid there are others who are adding fuel to the flames.
Otherwise, it will be difficult to explain who is the master who knows the powerful Vajra Finger of your sect, and why he must take this opportunity to hurt my third senior brother.
Couldn't your faction see that someone is deliberately trying to sow discord between Wudang and Shaolin?"
After Meng Xiuyuan finished speaking, he looked at Master Kongwen opposite.
After Kong Wen heard this, he was startled. He vaguely realized that there seemed to be some truth in it. Just these few words were not enough to put an end to this family-destroying feud.
"What Meng Shaoxia said is reasonable, but no matter what, the blood eucalyptus that destroyed the family was indeed done by donor Yin herself, and my Shaolin disciple was indeed injured by her own hands." Kong Wen lowered his eyebrows and couldn't see his expression clearly.
"Yes, now that this witch has admitted what she did, do you Wudang still want to protect her?"
Kong Zhi was impatient and followed suit.
Hearing this, Zhang Cuishan took a deep breath and said loudly:
"Since Susu is my wife, even if she has made mistakes in the past, I can't let her bear the responsibility alone. But this matter has nothing to do with Wudang, it's just me and my husband..."
Before he could finish speaking, Yu Daiyan grabbed his arm:
"Fifth brother, what are you saying? Are you treating us brothers as outsiders?!"
"Brother, you Hutu, how can you drag down Wudang's reputation just because of me?!" Zhang Cuishan tried hard to break free.
"Cuishan, your third senior brother is right. We brothers are of the same mind, so there is no difference between you and me. Besides, I, Wudang, act openly and aboveboard. Right is right and wrong is wrong. Why should you bear the responsibility alone?" Second senior brother Yu Lianzhou also grabbed it.
He took one of Zhang Cuishan's arms and said.
Zhang Songxi was astute. Seeing them acting like this, he stopped trying to persuade Zhang Cuishan. Instead, he turned directly to the Shaolin sect and said softly:
"Dear monks, my fifth brother and sister did make a big mistake in a single thought back then, and it is difficult to forgive her sin. But this happened before she married my fifth brother.
Now ten years have passed, and she has already changed her mind, abandoned evil, embraced good, and reformed her past.
I know that Buddhism emphasizes "put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately." Even if you kill her with one palm today, it will only be an extra pair of bones in the ground. What good will it do to the deceased?
It's better to keep her alive and do more good deeds to wash away her sins.
We have already discussed that we are willing to atone for our sins together with her, and we will all go down the mountain together as soon as Master's birthday passes.
Except for Xiuyuan, who is too young to walk down the mountain, the remaining seven of us brothers, plus five younger brothers and sisters, went down to the south of the Yangtze River together. Within three years, each of us must perform ten great deeds of kindness and save one or two people in total.
The lives of hundreds of innocent victims were used to compensate for the crimes committed by the five younger brothers and sisters.
After the matter is over, let the couple go to Shaoshi Mountain together and go to your sect to collect their guilt. What do you think, Master?"
Although Zhang Songxi's evasive words may sound inappropriate to modern people, they directly hit the sore point of Buddhism in Shaolin Temple, making it difficult for Kong Wen to refuse for a moment.
Not only him, but Kong Zhi, Kong Xing and all the disciples behind him also felt from the bottom of their hearts that what Zhang Songxi said might be the best solution to this matter.
Seeing that everyone in Shaolin was silent, Meng Xiuyuan struck while the iron was hot and changed the subject and said:
"Monk Kong heard that the tragedy of that year was a foregone conclusion. How to explain it doesn't take more than a moment. We can discuss it slowly.
It’s just that my martial nephew Wuji is on the verge of death and urgently needs Nine Yang Kung Fu to cure the cold poison in Xuanming Divine Palm.
But I don’t know what the holy monk is thinking about, is he willing to show mercy and save the life of that innocent child?"
Kong Wen felt nervous when he heard the words. He knew that this little guy Meng Xiuyuan was trying to squeeze him out, but he couldn't refuse directly. After thinking for a long time, he said:
"It's not that the poor monk has a heart of stone, it's just that although Shaolin is a Buddhist school, it is also in a martial arts world.
The noble sect should understand that people in the martial arts world all attach great importance to the inheritance of their own skills, and no one dares to spread them easily.
Moreover, once the Nine-Yang Magic was passed down to three people back then, even though there were two Nine-Yang Skills from Shaolin and Wudang, Emei’s share was still missing.
Meng Shaoxia can first ask if the Emei Sect is willing to give away this Nine Yang Technique. If Emei is willing, it will not be too late for us to talk."
Kong Wen knew it was hard to answer, so he decisively asked the question to the Emei Sect.
After all, he guessed in his heart that Emei had a shorter heritage and less advanced martial arts. It valued the Nine Yang Kung more than Shaolin, and was definitely not willing to give out the Emei Nine Yang Kung.
If this is the case, then there is no need for their Shaolin sect to be the villain.
But what Kong Wen didn't expect was that things were different from what he had guessed.
Meng Xiuyuan turned to look at the team sent by Emei to pay homage to his birthday, and asked them for the Emei Nine Yang Gong, but was not rejected on the spot.
It was only because the leader, Master Jingxuan, had been staring blankly at Meng Xiuyuan since I don't know when. Meng Xiuyuan turned around and spoke to her, which woke her up.
"What?" Jingxuan knew he was losing his composure, but his eyes still couldn't leave Meng Xiuyuan's face.
Meng Xiuyuan repeated it again:
"Excuse me, Master Jingxuan, can you use the Emei Nine Yang Technique to save my nephew Wuji who is under the palm of Xuanming God?"
Hearing this, Jingxuan said with a troubled face:
"This matter is of great importance and is not something I can decide. I have to ask the leader for instructions before I can give you an answer."
Seeing this, Kong Wen thought Jingxuan was refusing. He was about to speak, but he didn't expect Jingxuan to say:
"It's just...Meng Shaoxia, can you come closer and let me take a closer look."