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

Chapter 36 Righteous Alliance
When Gu Changfeng was pondering over the foundation-building exercises in the mountains behind Tianzhu Peak.

Shaolin Temple in the Ming Dynasty.

Shaolin Temple is located in Shaoshi Mountain. Its scale far exceeds that of Wudang Mountain and it is extremely vast. The number of its disciples has reached hundreds of thousands.

Mount Shaoshi is extremely lively today.

On each mountain path, you can see many martial artists walking in groups of three or four, holding various weapons.

There were also many people wearing uniform clothes, obviously they were a team of some underworld forces.

Even more people were coming from the foot of the mountain.

Because today is the day of the righteous alliance.

As a major grand event in the Ming Dynasty martial arts world in the Kyushu Continent, it has always been hosted by Shaolin, one of the leading martial arts masters.

Basically, the participants are from sects in and around Ming Dynasty.

Of course, people from other dynasties would also come from far away.

After all, the world of martial arts is not just about fighting and killing, it's also about human relationships.

If one could get close to some powerful forces, it would be of great benefit to oneself.

On the mountain road, Song Yuanqiao and others wearing Taoist robes were quite eye-catching.

The news that Wudang founder Zhang Sanfeng had been promoted to a land immortal had spread throughout the entire Kyushu continent, and everyone knew about it.

Naturally, the status of the Wudang Sect also rose, and it became a new top-notch sect.

Seeing Song Yuanqiao and others at this time, many people came over to try to get close to them.

In the distance, Yue Buqun, who came with a group of disciples to attend the righteous alliance, saw this and showed an envious look on his face and felt a little jealous.

"It is well known throughout the Jiuzhou Jianghu that the quality of Wudang disciples is mixed. Apart from Song Yuanqiao and others, there are no outstanding figures in the younger generation."

'The entire sect is almost entirely supported by Zhang Zhenren alone. Now Zhang Zhenren has been promoted to a land immortal. It is true that one person's success brings prosperity to the whole family! '

"It's a pity that our Huashan Sect doesn't have such a person."

When Song Yuanqiao and the others saw their fellow martial artists, they naturally kept nodding and smiling. People like Mo Shenggu, who were not good at socializing, almost had their faces frozen from smiling.

Surrounded by many stars, Song Yuanqiao and his companions arrived at the gate of Shaolin Temple.

The several-meter-high gate looks majestic, and the two large characters "Shaolin" on it exude a heavy majesty.

At the mountain gate, there were many novice monks busying around, guiding the martial artists.

Among them, several figures wearing bright red robes were particularly eye-catching, and they all exuded the pressure of a master-level powerhouse.

Many people were secretly shocked when they saw this, with awe in their eyes, and whispered to each other.

"As expected of a sect with a thousand-year heritage, they have a profound foundation and have sent out several Grandmaster-level experts to welcome the guests."

"Yes, if they were in some remote areas, such strong men would be able to found a school and claim to be the founder and dominate the area."

Yin Liting couldn't help but curl his lips when he heard these words.

He was well aware of Shaolin's behavior.

They just want to show off their strength and majesty. These bald donkeys have always loved doing this kind of thing.

Suddenly, his expression moved and he saw a familiar figure among them.

He immediately put on a bright smile on his face and spoke to the man.

"Haha, isn't this Monk Xuan Bei? I haven't seen you for a while. You look pretty good. Has the wound on your hand healed?"

Such obviously veiled words immediately made many people nearby look like they were waiting for a good show.

Everyone knows that Wudang and Shaolin have always been at odds with each other, and they have been fighting openly and secretly behind the scenes.

Now judging from Yin Liting's attitude, Monk Xuan Bei must have suffered a loss at his hands.

This is Shaolin's territory, and everyone wants to see what Xuan Bei will do.

Xuan Bei, who was standing at the mountain gate, was stunned at first, then he saw Yin Liting. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he felt a dull pain in the Shenmen acupoint on his palm.

Not long ago, he went to Wudang to deliver a letter and met Yin Liting.

But for some reason, his former defeated opponent's swordsmanship had greatly improved, causing him to suffer a loss and be stabbed in the Shenmen acupoint by a sword.

Shaolin is famous for its horizontal training kung fu. Given his level, the injury was not serious, but it was a big loss of face. When this matter was brought up again today, Xuan Bei felt a surge of anger in his heart and said in a muffled voice.

"It turned out to be Yin Liuxia."

"Thank you for your concern, Sixth Master Yin. My injury has healed. I would like to learn Sixth Master Yin's Thirteen Swords of the Divine Sect again if I have the chance!"

Yin Liting was not willing to be outdone.

"Hehe, no problem. Anyway, you are just a defeated opponent of mine."

"you"

Xuan Bei's face was filled with anger and he was about to explode, but Xuan Ku beside him raised his hand to stop him.

Xuan Ku looked at Yin Liting with a harmless smile on his face.

"Hahaha, Sixth Knight Yin still loves to joke."

"Today is the golden age for the righteous path. Why fight and kill? Come on, come on, come in first!"

Yin Liting shrugged his shoulders and walked into the gate of Shaolin Temple with his head held high like a victorious rooster.

Song Yuanqiao and others laughed in their hearts and followed closely.

Seeing that there was nothing exciting to watch, everyone walked towards the mountain gate.

Xuan Bei clenched his fists under his cassock, stared at the figures of the Wudang Sect, and said unwillingly.

"Brother, why are you stopping me?"

"This is my Shaolin territory, why should I be afraid of him?"

"He was just luckier last time. This time I will definitely teach him a lesson in front of all the heroes in the world, and dampen Wudang's arrogance at the same time!"

Xuan Ku had an indifferent expression. He glanced at Xuan Bei and spoke.

"You are still so impatient."

"Have you ever thought about what would happen if you damaged the reputation of the Wudang people and they felt embarrassed and turned away?"

"As the saying goes, a little impatience can ruin a great plan. If you ruin the abbot's plan, you will be blamed for it!"

After hearing this, Xuan Bei's face immediately showed a look of fear, his whole body shuddered, and he hurriedly said.

"Brother, what I'm teaching you is that I was too impulsive!"

Xuan smiled bitterly and continued.

"I know about your grudge with Yin Liting. If you want to deal with him, there will be plenty of opportunities after the Righteous Alliance!"

Xuan Bei nodded, a cruel look on his face.

"Hehe, haven't they always thought that Yu Dayan was the work of my Shaolin people? They have caused trouble for us many times because of this."

"Then I will send Yin Liting to accompany his third brother!"

the other side.

Song Yuanqiao and others arrived at the venue and took their seats under the guidance of the young monk.

The venue was extremely large, with a stage in the middle and a circle of seats around it, which could easily accommodate thousands of people.

At this time, there were already quite a few people sitting in the seats, greeting each other, and it was quite lively.

"Hahaha, Sect Leader Yue, I haven't seen you for a long time, but you are still as charming as ever!"

"Thank you for your compliment, Master Manor. I heard that your son is in seclusion to strive for the Grandmaster realm. He is less than 20 years old this year, right? He is indeed the most talented person of the younger generation!"

at this time.

Above the arena in the center of the venue, beautiful golden lotuses suddenly appeared out of thin air and swayed in the air.

An old man in a cassock descended from the sky, stepped on the golden lotus, and then walked forward step by step on the golden lotus.

The old man was surrounded by countless golden swastika Buddhist seals, with bursts of loud Buddhist sounds ringing around him, and he looked very solemn and dignified.

When the old man stepped onto the stage, his majestic voice resounded throughout the arena.

"I am a poor monk, Miaodi. I am honored to meet you all!"

(End of this chapter)