I, the Wudang junior master, only want to cultivate immortality!

Chapter 209 Zhang Cuishan is captured

In less than three quarters of an hour, the bald young man arrived outside Luoyang city.

Luoyang, the original eastern capital of the Sui Dynasty, was occupied by Wang Shichong after Yang Guang's sudden death and became the base camp of the royal family.

As for the wealthy families in Luoyang, Wang Shichong adopted a policy of winning them over and took the initiative to maintain order in the city.

Even though other parts of the Sui Dynasty were in turmoil and the people were living in misery, the situation in this big city was quite different.

People on the streets were dressed in gorgeous clothes, there was singing and dancing everywhere, and the powerful and wealthy still enjoyed a wealthy life. It was like two different worlds compared to outside the city.

This also led to many people scrambling to enter Luoyang city in order to survive in the chaotic times.

At this time, the gate of Luoyang City was bustling with people coming and going in an endless stream. People waiting to enter the city formed a long queue at the gate that stretched as far as the eye could see.

The young man ignored everyone and went straight to the guard at the city gate and produced a token.

After checking it, the other party immediately showed a flattering look on his face, returned the token with both hands and made way.

"So you are the Shaolin master, please come in!"

The young man was used to it, so he just nodded at the other party and walked straight into the city gate.

The people queuing around showed envy on their faces when they saw this, but no one dared to raise any objection.

Everyone knows what the royal family relies on to have the power it has today.

Without the participation of these Shaolin warriors, it would have been impossible for him to become the strongest warlord in the Sui Dynasty, let alone occupy the precious land of Luoyang.

After entering the city gate, the young man did not delay at all and ran quickly towards the city lord's mansion.

At this time, in the deepest room of the City Lord's Mansion.

Shaolin Kongwen sat cross-legged on the cushion and meditated with his eyes closed.

Suddenly, hurried footsteps were heard outside the door, and the door creaked open.

"Master! Master! A major discovery, a major discovery!"

The visitor was full of excitement and dancing.

Kong Wen opened his eyes with an unhappy expression and scolded.

"Xu Wen, how can you be so loud and shouting?"

"Also, how many times have I told you to knock before entering? Has your memory been eaten by a dog?"

"Aren't you a spy in a village? What important discoveries can you make?"

"If your answer today does not satisfy me, I will punish you severely!"

Xu Wen shuddered all over, a look of fear appeared on his face, he swallowed and spoke.

"I think I saw the Wudang Heroes."

"What did you say?"

Kong Wen suddenly stood up from the mat and said in disbelief.

"You said you saw Zhang Cuishan? Wasn't he in Wudang Mountain? How could he be near Luoyang?"

"Xu Wen, this is no joke! Are you sure?"

Xu Wen scratched the back of his head and spoke.

"As for being 100% certain, I dare not guarantee it."

"It's just that I went with Master Zhang to his 100th birthday party and met Zhang Cuishan."

“Although he has a big beard this time, his facial features can still be vaguely discerned.”

"Master, you also know that I have always been very accurate in identifying people and rarely make mistakes, otherwise you wouldn't have asked me to be a spy, right?"

Kong Wen quickly calmed himself down and walked out the door without much hesitation.

"Lead the way, find someone!"

He also knew that not long ago, three Shaolin Vajras failed in their surprise attack on Wudang, and their sect's ancestor Huanxi was seriously injured. He even knew that a Vajra had died in Southern Shaolin.

The Shaolin high-ranking officials hate the Wudang sect to the core.

However, due to various reasons, there were no people available to deal with Wudang at this time.

Ancestor Huanxi has privately expressed his hatred for Wudang many times.

Zhang Cuishan’s realm is not high, but he is still Zhang Sanfeng’s disciple and Gu Changfeng’s senior brother.

If he really caught Zhang Cuishan, not to mention how much damage the Wudang Sect would suffer, but there would be no problem in disgusting Zhang Sanfeng and Gu Changfeng, and it would also allow the Happy Ancestor to vent his anger.

Who knows, if the other party is happy, he might give him some reward, or even help him break through to the Grand Master realm.

Take ten thousand steps back.

Even if Xu Wen was wrong, he would just have made a wasted trip and there would be no loss. Why not do it?
Thinking of this, Kongwen's steps became more urgent.

Later on, he even picked up Xu Wen and leaped away using his lightness skills.

On the official road hundreds of miles away from Luoyang City.

A large number of refugees were migrating in a certain direction, and Zhang Cuishan was among them. The vicissitudes of life on his face and the coarse linen clothes on his body made him stand out from the people around him without any sense of incongruity.

Suddenly, Zhang Cuishan felt alarmed and he exerted force with his feet and moved several feet to the left.

next moment.

boom!
A giant golden palm dropped from the sky and struck the spot where he had just stood. A powerful shock wave spread in all directions.

The surrounding refugees were affected and fell down in groups like harvested wheat. Those who were closer had their bodies torn into pieces, while those who were a little further away were thrown into the air like sandbags, coughing up blood in the air and falling heavily to the ground.

Just one strike caused countless casualties among the entire refugee group, with wailing everywhere and a strong smell of blood wafting across the land.

Zhang Cuishan used his spiritual energy to protect himself from the splattering blood and dirt, his face looking somewhat horrified.

With such power, the person who made the move must be a grandmaster!
"Tiyunzong? It's indeed Zhang Wuxia, hahaha!" Along with laughter, Kongwen descended from the sky carrying Xuwen.

He didn't even look at the miserable refugees around him, but stared at Zhang Cuishan with a look of joy on his face.

"I really didn't expect that Zhang Wuxia would come to Luoyang instead of Wudang Mountain. Is he sending me a gift?"

"Well, it's hard for you to disguise yourself like this, but since you are so careful, why would you expose yourself for a mere village girl?"

"You Wudang people are so pedantic!"

When Zhang Cuishan saw Kong Wen coming, his heart sank to the bottom.

The other party is a powerful man at the peak of the Grandmaster level, while I am only at the ninth level of Qi training, which is a whole realm difference.

Although he has entered the path of immortality, he is not a genius like Gu Changfeng who can fight across so many levels.

After listening to Kong Wen's words, Zhang Cuishan also understood why he was so cautious along the way but was eventually discovered by the Shaolin people.

It seems that after I dealt with several ruffians in Kuhe Village, I was still discovered.

But even so, Zhang Cuishan did not feel the slightest regret in his heart.

If you watch someone die without helping in order to protect yourself, then you are not worthy of being a Wudang disciple!
Now, seeing that his identity had been discovered, Zhang Cuishan pulled off his beard and spoke in a deep voice.

"Master Kongwen, as a high-ranking Buddhist monk, is this how you 'save all living beings'?"

Kong Wen didn't care at all and pointed at the wailing refugees and said loudly.

"These lowly people already have a hard life. Living like this is worse than being a dog in Luoyang City."

"What I'm doing is sending them down there early so they can be reincarnated as soon as possible. In the end, they should thank me."

"Okay, stop talking nonsense. Since I have caught you, I will not let you go. A mere Grandmaster has no chance in front of me. If you surrender, you may suffer less physical pain."

Zhang Cuishan took a deep breath, and a rotten silver tiger-head hook and an iron judge's pen slipped out from his sleeves. The fire-attributed spiritual energy in his body burst out, causing the temperature around him to rise a few degrees.

"No one in my Wudang sect surrenders without a fight!"

Kong Wen curled his lips with some disdain.

"You are stubborn and don't know your own limitations!"

After he finished speaking, he was covered in golden Buddha light and disappeared from the spot in an instant.

Half an hour later.

On the messy ground, Zhang Cuishang was lying on her back, her clothes were torn and covered with palm prints of various sizes, with blood flowing from the corners of her mouth. She had obviously fainted.

The tiger-head hook and the judge's pen were also broken into several pieces and scattered aside.

Kong Wen patted the burnt portion of his cassock and looked unhappy.

Before the fight started, he felt that as a martial artist at the peak of the Grandmaster level, fighting against a mere Grandmaster, wouldn't that be a sure win?

However, he did not expect that Zhang Cuishan's strength was so strong that he could definitely be compared to a martial artist in the early stage of the Grand Master stage.

He was even able to control fire and burn half of his own robes.

"Is this the so-called immortal method passed down by the Wudang Sect? Is it really that powerful?"

A thought flashed through his mind, and Kong Wen instructed Xu Wen who was not far away.

"Suppress him and torture him severely to get the current situation of Wudang Sect and his cultivation method."

Xu Wen nodded in agreement and hurriedly carried the unconscious Zhang Cuishan towards Luoyang City.

As for Kongwen, he used special methods to pass the news to Shaolin.

That night.

In the underground prison of Luoyang City.

Zhang Cuishan's hands were tied with iron chains and hung in the air.

The Shaolin disciple in front of him was whipping Zhang Cuishan's body with a whip, making a snapping sound.

"Tell me! What is the current situation of Wudang Sect? Is Zhang Sanfeng seriously injured?"

"Also, hand over your cultivation techniques!"

Zhang Cuishan's clothes were torn to shreds, and deep wounds visible to the bone were visible.

But he endured the pain and said nothing.

Seeing this, another Shaolin disciple nearby sneered and took out the red-hot iron and walked in front of Zhang Cuishan.

"Very tough, huh? I'm going to see how tough you are later!"

laugh!
He pressed the red-hot iron directly on Zhang Cuishan's chest, and it made a hissing sound instantly.

"what!!!"

Zhang Cuishan could no longer bear it and cried out in pain.

After the other party took away the branding iron, Zhang Cuishan breathed rapidly and sweated profusely, but his eyes were still firm. He spat at the person in front of him with disdain.

"I bother!"

"You want to get information about Wudang from me? Dream on!"

"Kill me if you dare. My junior brother will avenge me!"

The little monk was caught off guard and his saliva hit him on the forehead, which made him furious. He took three red-hot irons from his hand and pressed them on Zhang Cuishan's chest.

"I told you to be tough! I told you to be tough!"

"Just wait, Master said as long as I don't kill you, I have many torture instruments here, and I will let you taste them one by one!"

(End of this chapter)