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

Chapter 295 The Nature of Buddhism

In front of the cave on the back mountain of Tianzhu Peak.

As Song Yuanqiao continued to talk, the shock on Old Zhang's face became more and more intense.

After Song Yuanqiao finished speaking, even though he had experienced a hundred years and claimed to have seen everything, Old Zhang couldn't help but sigh.

"I really didn't expect that so many things would happen in the martial arts world during the time when I was in seclusion."

"Changfeng is already able to kill powerful earth immortals. This really makes my teacher look at him with new eyes. The disciple is better than the master."

Hearing this, Gu Changfeng showed a reserved smile on his face and saluted to Lao Zhang.

"Master, you are too kind. I am able to achieve what I have today because of your good teaching."

Zhang Sanfeng had a smile on his face. He pointed at Gu Changfeng and turned to look at Song Yuanqiao and others.

"And Yuanqiao, you have all successfully advanced to the foundation-building stage and your life span has doubled. This makes me feel much more relieved."

The joy on the faces of Song Yuanqiao and others was beyond words. They were all in their forties or fifties, but they stood there with their hands hanging down as obediently as children.

Everyone knows that Lao Zhang is a gentle person, but he rarely praises others. This time he was able to benefit from Gu Changfeng.

Finally, Old Zhang turned his head to look at Zhang Cuishan and Yin Liting. His gaze lingered slightly on the empty cuffs of Zhang Cuishan, and a hint of pity appeared in the depths of his eyes.

"As for Cuishan and Liting, you two don't have to rush. Cultivating immortals is different from martial arts. It is normal to accumulate strength and then make a breakthrough. It is not a bad idea to build a more solid foundation first and then make a breakthrough."

"As for your arm, Cuishan, your master and Changfeng will also try their best to find a way to recover it."

Yin Liting nodded repeatedly, and Zhang Cuishan's eyes showed a touch of emotion.

"Thank you, Master. Cuishan is lucky to have survived. I dare not ask for too much. I will just let things take their own course."

Zhang Sanfeng nodded and sighed in his heart.

"It seems that Cuishan has grown a lot in character after this great ordeal, which will be of great benefit to his future cultivation. It can be said that a blessing in disguise is a curse."

Then, Lao Zhang asked again.

"Just now Yuanqiao said that the Ming Dynasty's million-strong army was coming to attack. Is that true?"

This time Gu Changfeng took over the conversation.

"Master, rest assured. I have already strengthened the sect protection formation. In addition, I have made some progress in my recent training. It will be no problem for me to resist a million troops, unless the Ming Emperor comes in person."

As he spoke, Gu Changfeng added another sentence in his heart.

"With the existence of Hongmeng Dao Fruit, even if the Emperor Ming himself were to be hit by my Hongmeng beam, he would be in big trouble."

Hearing Gu Changfeng's words, Lao Zhang smiled and nodded.

"Since Changfeng said there is no problem, then there must be no problem."

"As for the Ming Emperor, haha, his roots are still in the Ming Dynasty. He will not easily leave the Ming territory. There is no need to worry too much about this."

"Well, everyone says that Wudang has changed a lot now, so take me to have a look."

Song Yuanqiao and the others immediately raised their heads and chests, with smiles on their faces, "Master, please!"

call out!call out!call out!
Sword lights shot up into the sky, circling Wudang Mountain at a slow speed.

Song Yuanqiao pointed at the various buildings below and began to introduce them to Zhang Sanfeng, who nodded repeatedly.

Seeing the Wudang Sect becoming more and more like an immortal, with various new buildings rising from the ground, and many Wudang disciples traveling through the mountains, Zhang Sanfeng's eyes showed a look of reminiscence.

"I remember that several decades ago, when I first came to Wudang Mountain, it was just a barren mountain. There wasn't even a road leading up the mountain."

"I built the mountain road step by step, and built a thatched hut on the mountain as a shelter."

"Later, there were Yuanqiao, Lianzhou and you, and the Wudang Sect was born."

"At the beginning, I never thought that my Wudang Sect would be able to achieve what it is today. To be honest, it is all thanks to Changfeng and your efforts."

Gu Changfeng said with a smile.

"As a disciple of Wudang Sect, it is my duty to contribute to Wudang."

"It is precisely because of Master and fellow brothers' hard work in laying a solid foundation for Wudang that Wudang has achieved its current rapid development."

Zhang Sanfeng smiled brightly, "Changfeng, you are really a very eloquent kid."

"In recent years, I have been in seclusion in the back mountains most of the time, but I haven't done anything, nor have I made any contributions."

Mo Shenggu laughed.

"Master, what you said is true."

"If it weren't for you, Master, who provided us with your overwhelming strength, how could we have the time and opportunity to develop Wudang? I'm afraid we would have been swallowed up by ambitious people like Shaolin long ago."

"Master, you are the pillar of our Wudang. In terms of contribution, you are absolutely on par with my junior brother!"

Hearing this, Zhang Sanfeng's smile widened.

After a few people exchanged greetings again, they controlled the sword light and landed on the ground, and saw Song Qingshu running towards them in a panic from a distance.

"Dad! My fellow masters, something big has happened!"

Song Yuanqiao's expression changed, and he immediately scolded with a stern face.

"Qingshu, I've told you so many times to stay calm when things get tough."

"And all your elders are here, how can you be so flustered?"

Song Qingshu's expression froze for a moment. When he walked in, he realized that Zhang Sanfeng was also there. He immediately bowed and saluted. "Qingshu greets Master! Greetings to all the uncles!"

"Master, are you out of retreat?"

Zhang Sanfeng waved towards Song Yuanqiao.

"Hey, Yuanqiao, you too, why are you always so serious with children?"

"When you were a child, your teacher didn't treat you like this. I don't know who you learned this from."

Song Yuanqiao immediately pretended to listen attentively and said respectfully.

"Follow Master's teachings."

When Song Qingshu saw his father being scolded and acting like an obedient baby, he couldn't help but burst out laughing. However, he stopped immediately at Song Yuanqiao's gaze and forced himself to make a serious expression, which made everyone smile knowingly.

Zhang Sanfeng shook his head, knowing that Song Yuanqiao's character was difficult to change, so he didn't say much. He looked Song Qingshu up and down and nodded slightly.

"Well, Qingshu is a pretty good kid. Judging from the situation, if he can practice harder, he will probably be able to break through to the foundation-building stage in no time."

"Okay, tell me what's going on. What's the big deal?"

When it came to business, Song Qingshu put away his usual cheerful demeanor and spoke in a deep voice.

"Master, Father, and all the uncles, more and more people have flocked to my Wudang recently."

"Many of them are not even from the underworld but just ordinary people. They all come with their families and look like they are seeking refuge."

"From what I have learned, they told me a very shocking news."

"The blood sea controlled by Shaolin Master Miao Di has been expanding, and it just happened to collide with the million-strong army led by Qiu Yue, the Marquis of Xianning of the Ming Dynasty. The two sides engaged in a fierce battle."

"But the final result was beyond everyone's expectations."

"The million-strong army of the Ming Dynasty, as well as the 300,000 elite Flying Dragon Army that came to support them, were all swallowed up by the sea of ​​blood!"

"Not only that, the blood sea is now expanding towards the direction of our Wudang. Wherever it passes, no grass grows. It devours everything. Many cities have already fallen."

"So, these people had no choice but to leave their homes and flee to Wudang."

"According to the people who recently arrived at Wudang, I'm afraid that within two or three days at most, the sea of ​​blood controlled by Miaozhi will reach our Wudang area!"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone present showed shock on their faces.

The Ming Dynasty's army of 1.3 million was completely wiped out!
This number of troops is definitely a force that cannot be underestimated in the entire Kyushu continent.

In the Eastern Region, this force can destroy some small countries and even top-notch sects at will.

Even the army of Li Shimin, the most powerful warlord in the Sui Dynasty, only had about 600,000 to 700,000 soldiers and was no match for them.

In a head-on battle, even the powerful earthly immortals did not dare to confront him, but they were all swallowed up by the sea of ​​blood!
This news is really unbelievable!
Even Gu Changfeng was a little stunned and didn't know what to say.

"I originally planned to let them fight each other, but I didn't expect that one side would become the food for the other side."

"But the blood sea is so strong that even the millions of troops of the Ming Dynasty cannot defeat it?"

While Gu Changfeng was thinking about this, Zhang Sanfeng was a little dazed.

"Blood sea? What blood sea? Isn't Master Miao Di the abbot of Shaolin Temple? Why is he fighting with the Ming Dynasty again?"

Song Yuanqiao spoke quickly.

"Master, I forgot to tell you this just now. It's like this."

Soon, Song Yuanqiao informed everyone of his current understanding of the Sea of ​​Blood in the most concise language.

"Devouring living people and transforming into puppets? Afraid of spiritual energy?"

"It sounds even more evil and weird than the people in the Demon Sect."

"And it spread from within the Great Song Dynasty. This means that perhaps the entire Great Song Dynasty has fallen."

"And since this sea of ​​blood is controlled by Master Miao Di, it is most likely related to the Southern Shaolin Temple in the Great Song Dynasty."

Yin Liting asked, somewhat confused.

"Master, isn't Southern Shaolin also Shaolin?"

"Those bald donkeys are indeed shameless, but they are very concerned about superficial skills. Moreover, the martial arts passed down in the sect are mostly authentic Buddhist, and most of the skills are moderate and peaceful. How could the current situation occur?"

Zhang Sanfeng, however, had a cold look in his eyes and spoke indifferently.

"The authentic Buddhism? The moderate and peaceful one? Haha, Lao Liu, you still know too little about Shaolin and the so-called Buddhism."

"Buddhism appeared thousands of years ago. At that time, there was not only the Shaolin sect, but also many different traditions within it, covering everything."

"For example, the Happy Zen that advocates promiscuous sex between men and women, and even the Shura Dao that practices cannibalism to strengthen oneself. Compared to these things, the demon sects in the martial arts world today are nothing compared to them."

"It's just that after so many years, those evil martial arts have either been lost or Shaolin has deliberately concealed them from the world in order to create its own great and glorious image."

"To do everything possible is the true nature of Buddhism!"

Hearing this, everyone except Gu Changfeng was a little surprised.

With a flick of his whisk, Lao Zhang took the lead and stepped forward.

"Well, it's a good opportunity for me to come out of seclusion and see what's going on."

(End of this chapter)