The monk in the martial arts world

Chapter 132
Since Zhang Sanfeng had appeared in this world before, there must be some clues left behind, and Taijiquan is considered a top-level martial art for Hui Xin, so he naturally wants to experience it.

Wudang is not unfamiliar to Huixin. After the Luding World unified the Central Plains, he also experienced it in Wudang Mountain. It's just that in the end of the Dharma period, it is really difficult to emerge a congenital master.

Huixin has only fought against a fake Xiantian before, and the fight was not happy.

Going to Wudang this time can be regarded as an end to an old grudge in my heart.

After all, if you want to fully gain the experience of Taijiquan, you need to compete with top masters.

It is not surprising in the martial arts world to steal by stealth, but Hui Xin does not want to eliminate the Wudang orthodoxy, it is just that the practice of purity makes Hui Xin more disgusted.

No need to expend any effort at all, Huixin appeared at the foot of Wudang Mountain out of thin air based on her past memories. At this time, the sky was just dawn, and there was still fog around Wudang Mountain. With the faint sunlight, it looked like a holy place of immortals.

"Which master of the rivers and lakes are you, this is Wudang!"

Four Taoist boys blocked Huixin's way and asked vigilantly.

"Amitabha, tell the head of Wudang, Huixin, the master of Wulong Temple, to come to worship the mountain!"

With her hands behind her back, Huixin exudes a faint coldness, looking at the peak of Wudang Mountain at 45 degrees, feeling that there seems to be more than one innate master on Wudang Mountain, frowning tightly, but without a trace of fear, but very excited.

The blood in his whole body seems to be active, if Wudang's strength is small, there is no need for Huixin to appear, but Wudang's high-end strength at this time is stronger than Shaolin, no wonder Qingxu is confident.

"Huixin? Go, go and report to the head!"

The four Taoist boys looked at each other with expressions of horror, as if Huixin's name was as terrifying as an ancient monster.

Huixin stood where she was, and did not break in suddenly. It's not that she doesn't understand etiquette in the world, but it depends on people.

If Wudang is weak and does evil in the Jianghu, there is no need to ask for a post, and it will be eliminated directly, and no one will say anything.

Not long after, a large group of Wudang sect masters walked down the mountain together, holding long swords, and the leader was Qingxu.

"A high-ranking man came to the humble sect, and he was far away to welcome him. I don't know what to teach?"

The leader, wearing a gossip robe and holding Buddha dust in his hand, looks like a fairy, and he is not young anymore.

"Amitabha, the poor monk is just here, but there is cause and effect. A few days ago, Qingxu of your sect accused the poor monk of killing innocent people indiscriminately. Poor monk, some explanations!"

Huixin looked at Qingxu in the crowd with a half-smile, and said coldly.

"You monstrous monk, you killed Yu Canghai, and dare to say that you didn't kill innocent people indiscriminately. The old man will fight with you today!"

In Huixin's eyes, there was a murderous intent, and it shot straight at Qingxu. The coercion of an innate master is not something ordinary martial arts masters can resist.

The old man holding the whisk snorted coldly, but relied on his sharp intuition to resist Huixin's mental attack.

Qingxu was sweating profusely, unexpectedly, Huixin dared to take action in Wudang, she was too defiant.

"Your Excellency doesn't think it's too much, here is Wudang Mountain!"

Even though the old Taoist said this, he still looked at Qingxu with displeasure, it was unwise to provoke such a powerful enemy, but Wudang could only accept the move.

"Your Excellency is very skilled, who is it?"

"Old Daoist Mingling, Wudang's No. 13 generation head teacher!"

That Taoist priest turned out to be the head teacher of the previous generation, but now he is not ranked among the congenital masters at all, not even as good as Dongfang.

Huixin curled her lips, shook her head and said, "You are not the poor monk's opponent, let other innate masters come out, if they can beat the poor monk, then forget about it, if they can't win, Wudang will be closed for ten years from now on, how about it!"

Daoist Mingling, with shocked eyes, looked Huixin up and down, and suddenly said via voice transmission, "Aren't you a person from this world?"

"Hmph, I heard that Zhang Sanfeng once broke through the void and came to this world, so he must have left a manuscript of Taijiquan. If you win Wudang, the poor monk will leave, but if you lose, then don't blame the poor monk for being rude. If you want to blame, blame you Wudang Qingxu for ignorance, provoking Xiantian!"

Huixin sneered, and the phantom of the big Buddha condensed behind him, and it seemed that it was about to become a reality.

If it becomes an entity, at least the combat power of Huixin will be doubled.

Mingling pondered for a moment and said, "Come here, please ask Master Uncle to come out!"

Qingxu was shocked, and said, "Master, no!"

"Huh, what's more, if it wasn't for the disaster you caused, it would be easier for the master and uncle to leave the seclusion than Wudang being sent to be destroyed. Qingxu, you don't know what to do, and the pindao sealed your internal strength today. You have been cultivating hard against the wall for ten years. Can be found guilty!"

As soon as Mingling's words fell, Qingxu laughed loudly and said, "Hey, what kind of leader are you? What right do you have to do this? I think Qingxu is right, why are you!"

Huixin hugged her shoulders and watched Wudang's internal struggle indifferently.

"Presumptuous, just because you have no strength, provoke powerful enemies, bring disasters to Wudang, and dare to talk back, come here, drag Qingxu to the Zhenwu Palace, and wait for punishment! Go ask the uncle to leave the customs!"

Hui Xin shook her head, congenital masters are the treasures of a school, and the power of congenital masters is also very powerful, not to mention that Qingxu has lived such a great life, but he still can't see the situation clearly.

Regardless of whether Mingling really wants to abolish Qingxu or is just acting, Liangzi has already been formed. If Huixin's past practice is followed, there is no need to talk nonsense with Wudang, just fight all the way up.

However, for the sake of Taijiquan manuscript experience and Zhang Sanfeng's internal boxing, Huixin had to follow the procedure.

Otherwise, the rivers and lakes would have been messed up long ago, and disasters would inevitably occur.

"Amitabha, Wudang's internal affairs can be dealt with at any time, but poor monks come from afar. Is this how Wudang treats guests?"

"Zen Master Huixin forgive me, Wudang has no malicious intentions at this time, this matter is just Qingxu's doing alone, and has nothing to do with Wudang!"

The second-generation disciple standing beside Ming Ling suddenly stood up and spoke to Hui Xin in a calm tone.

Huixin didn't even look at it, she just stared at Mingling like this.

"Please ask the monk to go up the mountain!"

After Mingling's words fell, the rest of the Wudang Taoist priests separated from both sides and shouted together, "Please go up the mountain!"

Huixin did not refuse, and followed Mingling all the way to the Wudang Taoist temple.

Ming Ling didn't let others follow, and asked, "Shen Monk, Pindao has never seen you with murderous intentions. I'm afraid that you came this time only for the things left by my Wudang Kaipai Patriarch?"

"Old Daoist, you have a good eye. Since the poor monk was in the capital, he knew that there was a master of martial arts who broke through the void and traveled around the world. Naturally, he yearned for it. Although Senior Zhang is a Taoist, his martial arts philosophy does have its own unique meaning. Let's be honest. You said, there used to be a Wudang sect in my world, but it was weak, and Wudang Taijiquan poor monks would also do it!"

(End of this chapter)