The All-Heaven Road from Wudang

Chapter 138 Reaction
Shaolin Temple, Mahavira Hall.

Abbot Kongwen watched his nose with his eyes and his heart with his nose, his eyes seemed to be closed, he seemed to be practicing, and he seemed to be sleeping.

Suddenly, a figure hurried in. The monk's clothes were clean and his face was handsome. It was Yuan Miao who had met Li Li in the past.

His face was anxious, holding a letter, just about to make a sound, Kong Wen's eyelids did not move, as if he had sensed something, he said: "The monks are all empty, you are flustered, and your heart is uncertain, what is the proper way?"

After a pause, he said: "Recite the meditation mantra twice, and then speak after getting rid of the dryness."

Yuan Miao had no choice but to force himself to swallow the words. He answered yes in a low voice, and began to recite: "All living beings are afflicted, and afflicted are suffering. Afflictions are neither born nor destroyed, neither dirty nor pure..."

After finally reciting it twice, Yuan Miao impatiently handed over the letter and said, "Master, please read it quickly, this matter is very important!"

"The meditation mantra can't get rid of your dryness, how did the old monk teach you?"

Abbot Kongwen scolded angrily, took the letter slowly, tore it up, and said: "From today onwards, you will go to the back mountain and follow Uncle Du'er to comprehend the Dead Tree Zen. Within three years, Do not go down the mountain."

The three crossings at the back mountain are the trump card of the Shaolin Temple. The three of them participated in the dead tree meditation together. They sat on the back mountain for thirty years and never went down the mountain. The magic circle has the supreme power to subdue demons and demons.

Yuan Miao knew that Kong Wen was for her own benefit, she answered yes, and urged, "Master, please read it quickly."

Kong Wen frowned, he was so impatient, how could he take on the great mission of Shaolin in the future?
It seems that Uncle Du'er has to be taught.

Thinking this way, he glanced at the letter and murmured: "March [-]th, Basi Bayue fights Zhang Sanfeng and Huashan, Basi Bayue fights Zhang Sanfeng? Basi Bayue fights Zhang Sanfeng?! "

When he asked himself the first sentence, his voice was still low, but when he asked himself the second sentence, his whole body bounced off the ground!
At this moment, the Shaolin abbot didn't have any composure, and asked impatiently: "Why didn't you tell the old monk earlier?! Tell me quickly, is what this letter said true or false?! Ba Siba really offered to fight Zhang Sanfeng Daoist and Huashan?!"

Your old man won't let me say...

Yuan Miao muttered something in her heart, but said respectfully on her face: "This letter was sent by the great lama of the ** monastery in Tibet himself. He is waiting in the monastery, so it must be true."

"Hurry up, take me there!"

Abbot Kongwen rushed towards the outside in a hurry, his steps were nimble, and afterimages were faintly visible, he used the lightness kung fu technique of eight-step chasing cicadas, and disappeared in the same place in an instant.

Yuan Miao was about to catch up, when she suddenly caught a glimpse of the tin stick, picked it up immediately, rushed out the door and shouted: "Master, slow down, old man, I don't have the stick!"

……

Kunlun, Bright Summit.

On the cliff, sat an old man in black, with white hair and silver beard, long eyebrows like snow, nose like an eagle, sitting quietly with his eyes closed, letting the cold wind in the mountains blow his clothes, not moving a bit.

He has a square face, and his facial features are not so outstanding, but he gives off a sense of toughness and heroism!

Boo!
With the sound of an eagle's cry, a black shadow fell from the sky, but it turned out to be a big golden eagle with wings about ten feet wide. Its eyes were sharp and its claws were like hooks.

The old man suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were as bright as his body, and his hands were clawed to meet him in the air!

With ferocious claws, galloping strength, fierce aura, tearing the sky and destroying the earth, it seems to have turned into another golden eagle, and the world let it look down on it!

call out!
The four eagle claws collided together, and the sharp whistling sound of the air being pierced was endless, and the force was scattered, stirring up dust all over the sky.

The big eagle let out a miserable howl, its feathers scattered all over the ground, its whole body spun around in the air, and fell towards the bottom of the cliff.

The old man in black withdrew his hands, stood up, and walked back, where stood a smiling fat monk.

"The teacher's skill has improved again, congratulations!" The fat monk saluted.

"But what happened down the mountain?" the old man in black asked.

He is Yin Tianzheng, the White-browed Eagle King. Ever since Yang Xiao and Wei Yixiao were beheaded and killed in Zhongnan Mountain, the morale of Mingjiao has been low, and a leader is urgently needed to restore people's hearts.

The White-Browed Eagle King sits on the Tianying Sect's southeast gang, with strong power and extraordinary martial arts, so he naturally does his part to be the leader of this sect.

"It's a great thing!" Said with a smile all over his face.

Yin Tianzheng took the letter from his hand with an indifferent expression, and when he took a closer look, his expression suddenly changed:

"Ba Siba...Zhang Sanfeng..."

"That's right, on March [-]th, Basbayo fought Zhang Sanfeng at the top of Mount Hua!"

Unbelievably, there was a bit of coldness in his eyes, and he said: "At that time, it will be a great opportunity for me to wait for revenge!"

chance...

Yin Tianzheng revealed a pensive expression.

……

Inside the palace, Emperor Yuan, dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe, was reviewing the memorial.

He is just like his ancestors, short and stout, with thick eyebrows, deep facial features, and the forehead lines are deeply sunken, which is obviously very laborious.

"The White Lotus Sect has occupied the land of Youyan, engulfing millions of soldiers and civilians!"

"There is a severe drought in the northwest, please ask the imperial court to allocate funds for disaster relief!"

"Tenants in Jiangxi resisted taxes and rebelled, smashing [-] cities in a row!"

"General Huwei fought against Yu Dao Shang and the prime minister at noon today!"

……

On the memorial, each pitch-black ink character was like a black hole devouring one's energy, which stimulated Emperor Yuan's mind and made his face even more gloomy.

Each of these messages may seem brief, but in fact they are related to the lives and deaths of thousands of Li people, and the loss of thousands of miles of land. They are shaking the foundation of the empire!
Ask for money!Need food!Soldiers!Official!
"The whole world is reaching out to me, where did I conjure them up!"

Emperor Yuan raised his hand angrily, and all the memorials on the table fell to the ground!

Plop!Plop!poof...

Inside the main hall, the serving eunuch immediately knelt down on the ground, lowering his head, fearing that he might become a substitute for Emperor Yuan to vent his anger.

"If King Ruyang was here, why would I be so worried..." Emperor Yuan sighed.

King Ruyang is the pillar of the Yuan court. He is here, leading the army to conquer the north and south, and the rebels are destroyed one after another. How dare the rebels in the world be so rampant?

"Good news, Your Majesty, Your Majesty!"

An old eunuch with white beard and hair rushed in, and shouted with a happy face: "The king of Dharma made an appointment to fight Zhang Sanfeng at Mount Hua, and Zhang Sanfeng agreed!"

"He agreed!"

Emperor Yuan got up suddenly, and said with a happy face: "Okay, very good, quickly pass on my order to order ten thousand cowardly Xue troops to pull out their camp and rush to Mount Hua!"

……

Wudang Mountain, Jiejian Pavilion.

At this time it was almost midnight, in the night sky, the sky was filled with stars, and the cold wind passed by, full of chills.

Mo Li was wearing a Taoist robe, with a long sword hanging from his waist, and his eyes were full of determination. In front of him, there was only Song Yuanqiao standing.

"Go to the northwest, be careful."

Song Yuanqiao warned: "Don't act recklessly, just test the truth."

Mo Li stood with his sword in his hands, with a solemn expression, he said: "If there is a chance, this disciple will definitely take the head of Ba Siba!"

Outside the pavilion, the wind is cold and the dead leaves are all over the sky...

ps: I’m really sorry, the content of 134 and 136 must be different, but I don’t know why the content of 136 appeared on 134. It may be a bug in the starting point. I found the original content of 134 from the old version and recreated it. It has been covered, of course I have to admit that I didn’t read it carefully, I hope all readers will be aware of it...

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