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

Chapter 309: Emperor Ming is furious, Guangmu takes the blame
Ming Dynasty, inside the Imperial Palace.

Zhu Houzhao, wearing a dragon robe, hurried towards the depths of the palace.

When he arrived in front of the ancient-style hall deep in the imperial palace, Zhu Houzhao stopped, a look of hesitation appeared on his face, as if he was afraid to take a step forward.

After hesitating for a long time, he gritted his teeth and walked into the palace.

After going down the deep stairs and wandering for a long time, we finally reached the center of the underground palace.

Seeing the old man sitting cross-legged on the cushion, Zhu Houzhao took a deep breath, walked closer and spoke respectfully.

"Ancestor!"

The Emperor Ming slowly opened his eyes, looked at Zhu Houzhao and smiled.

"Oh? Hou Zhao is here? But has the Wudang matter come to a conclusion?"

"I think the Wudang Sect would not be able to hold out for even a day against the millions of elite troops of the Ming Dynasty, right?"

"Has the army already headed to the Sui Dynasty to kill that little Li Shimin?"

With every word the Emperor spoke, a drop of sweat appeared on Zhu Houzhao's forehead.

Seeing Zhu Houzhao's strange expression, the Emperor frowned and had a bad feeling in his heart.

"Why do you look so unhappy? Did something unexpected happen?"

Zhu Houzhao took a deep breath and spoke in a deep voice.

"Report to the ancestor, there was indeed an accident this time."

"On the way to Wudang, the million-strong army of the Great Ming Dynasty encountered a sea of ​​blood led by the evil monk Miao Di from Northern Shaolin."

"It is said that Miao Di learned this evil technique from the Buddha of Southern Shaolin."

"That sea of ​​blood is extremely strange. It can devour living beings and transform them into puppets that are insensitive to pain and can quickly recover from injuries!"

"The Xianning Marquis Qiu Yue led his army to put up a tenacious resistance, and I sent 300,000 reinforcements. However, Shaolin also sent Luohan Hall's head monk Kong Ming and others to support Miao Di. In the end, the entire 1.3 million troops of the Ming Dynasty were annihilated and swallowed up by the sea of ​​blood!"

When these words were spoken, even though Emperor Ming had lived for a long time and witnessed countless grand scenes, he was still shocked and somewhat unable to believe it.

"What did you say? A sea of ​​blood that can devour lives? It swallowed up the entire 1.3 million troops of the Ming Dynasty?"

Zhu Houzhao nodded, revealing an extremely sad expression.

"Yes, ancestor! Those evil monks from Shaolin are so weird. Ordinary soldiers are no match for them!"

“Not only that, wherever the sea of ​​blood spreads, no grass grows, and all living things are devoured by it. This thing is like something from hell!”

The Emperor frowned.

What's coming from hell? To a strong man like him, it's just nonsense. All the means are just man-made.

As for the creatures that were devoured along the way, they were completely out of his consideration.

The Emperor Minghuang keenly sensed that something was wrong with Zhu Houzhao's narration and immediately asked in a deep voice.

"Both Southern Shaolin and Northern Shaolin have always been at odds with Wudang. Why would they suddenly help Wudang to deal with the Ming Dynasty?"

"What happened next? What did Miao Di do after swallowing up my Ming army?"

Zhu Houzhao's expression froze. Knowing that he could not fool the Emperor, he had no choice but to report the truth.

"Reporting to the ancestor, Miao Di and others then rode the sea of ​​blood to Wudang, threatening to destroy the Wudang sect."

"But the result was shocking. Gu Changfeng and Zhang Sanfeng, the master and his apprentice, joined forces to kill Miao Di and the others. Even the sea of ​​blood that stretched for who knows how many miles disappeared."

This time the Emperor's face turned even darker, and he stared at Zhu Houzhao in front of him with narrowed eyes.

"You mean, Miao Di and his men who easily defeated the 1.3 million-strong army of the Ming Dynasty were defeated by the Wudang Sect, which only had a few hundred people?"

"Does that mean that we are telling the world that our Ming Dynasty is not as good as a mere martial arts sect?"

Seeing the Emperor like this, Zhu Houzhao knew that the other party was obviously on the verge of getting angry, so he quickly spoke using the excuse he had already thought of.

"Ancestor, how can a mere Jianghu sect compare to our Ming Dynasty?"

"But that sea of ​​blood is really strange and beyond the ability of ordinary people to resist."

"What's more, this time it was the Southern Shaolin that took the initiative to attack our Ming Dynasty. The Southern Shaolin is located in the Song Dynasty, so perhaps the Song Dynasty is behind this."

"The purpose is to consume our Ming Dynasty and make us unable to interfere in the affairs of the Sui Dynasty."

"As for the Wudang Sect, I think it's not that Miao Di and the others are unable to destroy Wudang, but that they left Wudang behind on purpose to seduce us!"

Hearing this, the anger on Emperor Minghuang's face dissipated slightly, and a thoughtful look appeared in his eyes.

Seeing the other party's expression, Zhu Houzhao immediately struck while the iron was hot and continued.

"Ancestor, something is indeed wrong with the Song Dynasty in recent years. The Sui Dynasty is clearly in decline, but they haven't made any moves."

"Also, I have actually been sending spies to the Song Dynasty, but even those who have reached the state of unity between heaven and man will quickly lose contact after entering the Song Dynasty. It is obvious that the other party is extremely wary."

"If that's the case, then the Song Dynasty will definitely not remain indifferent to the piece of fat meat of the Sui Dynasty. In addition, this incident in the sea of ​​blood may be a sign that the Song Dynasty is about to take action!"

The expression on Emperor Minghuang's face seemed to relax, as if he was convinced by Zhu Houzhao.

After pondering for a long time, he glanced at Zhu Houzhao and spoke slowly.

"You said so much, aren't you just trying to absolve yourself of responsibility?"

"Hou Zhao, you must understand that you are the ruler of a country. All the affairs of the Ming Dynasty are related to you. You have a share of responsibility!"

"How can you excuse yourself just because you want to?"

"The Song Dynasty may have used some tricks, but why couldn't you foresee it in advance and caused my Ming Dynasty to suffer such a huge loss?" The Emperor's tone was very harsh, but Zhu Houzhao felt relieved.

Based on his understanding of the Emperor Ming, since he said so, he must have raised it high and put it down gently.

After all, Zhu Wusi, who posed the greatest threat to his throne today, was dead. Even if Emperor Minghuang wanted to replace him, he would not be able to find a suitable candidate for a while, and his position as emperor was still stable!
But on the surface, Zhu Houzhao appeared humble, with an expression of great shame on his face.

"That's what the ancestor taught me!"

"After suffering such a great loss this time, my grandson will definitely learn from the lesson!"

"In my grandson's opinion, the Ming Dynasty should not act rashly for the time being. We must first investigate what the Song Dynasty did in this incident. Only by knowing ourselves and the enemy can we win every battle."

"However, although it was said that Southern Shaolin did this, the Northern and Southern Shaolin are actually one family. I may need to trouble the ancestor to go to the Northern Shaolin, and perhaps we can get more information."

The Emperor Ming snorted, obviously very dissatisfied.

But he knew Guangmu very well, and it might not be effective if Zhu Houzhao sent someone to do so.

"Okay, I'll just go for it."

"Remember, my tolerance is limited. If you disappoint me again, you know the consequences!"

After he finished speaking, spatial ripples appeared on Emperor Minghuang’s body, and he disappeared.

Zhu Houzhao stood in the empty underground palace, his fists hidden in his sleeves clenched unconsciously, and his face looked grim.

at the same time.

In Northern Shaolin, outside an ancient and quiet hall, countless monks were kneeling.

Moreover, most of these monks were wearing bright red robes, and they were obviously high-ranking officials in Shaolin, at least at the level of a hall master.

However, at this time, all these senior executives lowered their heads, wishing they were buried in the ground, and none of them dared to make the slightest sound.

In front of the main hall, sitting cross-legged was a young monk who looked to be eight or nine years old. He was the actual controller of Northern Shaolin, Bodhisattva Guangmu Tianwang.

In front of him, a monk was reporting something quickly.

As the monk spoke more and more, Guangmu's expression became more and more ugly.

An extremely powerful pressure emerged, causing everyone present to crawl even lower, making it difficult to breathe.

Click!Click!
Cracks continued to appear on the ground, and even large patches of dark clouds floated above the sky, with muffled thunder heard.

The monks kneeling on the ground didn't dare to breathe, and they all understood that this was obviously the result of the Bodhisattva's extreme restraint.

If the other party allowed his pressure to explode, I'm afraid everyone present would explode and die instantly.

By the time the monk had finished his report, veins on Guangmu's face were already popping up, and he spoke word by word.

"In other words, the so-called sea of ​​blood was actually created by the Buddha."

“In addition to Miaozhi, Kongming Kongmei and others whom I sent later also joined the Southern Shaolin side, devouring thousands of lives with the sea of ​​blood. Even the 1.3 million elite troops of the Ming Dynasty were completely defeated by them.”

"But in the end, they were stopped by the Wudang Sect, Miao Di and the others were all killed, and the sea of ​​blood disappeared?"

The monk in front of Guangmu felt the anger in Guangmu's tone, swallowed his saliva, and nodded reluctantly.

"Bodhisattva, that's it!"

"Now the word has spread outside that our Shaolin is a group of demons in human skin, deceiving the world and stealing the reputation. Only the Wudang Sect can be regarded as a true and righteous sect."

"There are also many people in the martial arts world who have lost their relatives and friends in this bloody disaster who want our Northern Shaolin to give an explanation, and some have even organized themselves and clamored to overthrow Buddha."

Hearing this, Bodhisattva Guangmu could no longer bear it and slammed the ground with his right hand.

"presumptuous!"

boom!
A powerful Buddha light exploded, and the quiet and ancient hall behind Guangmu instantly shattered, and the entire Shaoshi Mountain seemed to be missing a corner.

Just as Guangmu was about to speak, a majestic voice accompanied by an extremely powerful aura came crashing down.

"Guangmu, you are really very aggressive."

"Should you give me an explanation for what happened this time?"

Swish! Ripples spread across the space.

The Emperor Ming, dressed in bright yellow robes, appeared in front of everyone, with golden dragon shadows surrounding him.

The monks kneeling on the ground in the courtyard lowered their heads even lower, not even daring to look up.

Seeing the person coming, Guangmu took a deep breath and spoke loudly.

"Please understand, Your Majesty. This matter has nothing to do with our Northern Shaolin. It was all caused by the Southern Shaolin. I just found out about it."

However, Emperor Minghuang didn't buy it at all. The pressure from him increased, causing Guangmu's body to sink suddenly.

"I don't care about all that. Both Northern and Southern Shaolin are Shaolin. You must give me an explanation, otherwise there is no need for Northern Shaolin to exist!"

Guangmu's face looked extremely ugly, but the situation was beyond his control, so he had to suppress his anger and bowed to Emperor Ming.

"Well, give me three days, and I will go to Southern Shaolin in person and give the Emperor a satisfactory answer!"

Only then did the Emperor Minghuang finally show a look of satisfaction on his face and nodded.

"Okay, if I don't get a reply in three days, you will bear the consequences yourself!"

Groan!
Along with the loud sound of a dragon's roar, Emperor Minghuang's figure soared into the sky and disappeared, leaving behind Guangmu with a face as gloomy as water.

(End of this chapter)