Zhutian Xianwu Editor

"The disciple didn't see the corpse. At this time, the Wudang faction was afraid that it had already begun to be discovered and spread, and he dared not to transport the corpse of Taoist Chongxu, but judging from the description from the spy, it is impossible to be wrong. "The disciple said.

"Really it is the Dafa of attracting stars?"

"Could it be him!"

Zuo Lengchan, Zhong Zhen, and Tang Ying'e thought of one person together, and suddenly a chill rose from the back and rushed towards the back of the head.

They already knew that Ren Woxing was dead. There would be a way to absorb gong in this world. Apart from them, there should be only that young man.

If that person doesn’t pass on that magical power to others

The martial arts of the three of them soared into the sky in a short period of time, thinking that no one could be the enemy in this world, their fear of the young man gradually disappeared, and they were already seeking opportunities to retaliate.

But at this time, that kind of thorny back feeling unexpectedly appeared again.

The Wudang faction has been inherited for hundreds of years, and is as strong and soft as Shaolin, and is known as the world's two biggest martial arts leaders. Its strength is by no means that simple on the surface.

Even at this time, the Songshan faction and Zuo Lengchan, whose strength has expanded dramatically at this time, dare not say that after the Wudang Mountain is destroyed, there are still a few masters besides the three of them, so Zuo Lengchan also wants to destroy Wudang Mountain, but can only be patient for the time being.

But if they didn't guess wrong, if Wudang Mountain was really destroyed by that young man, how terrifying that man's martial arts would be.

At this moment, the ambition and heroic Zuo Lengchan seemed to be poured with a bucket of cold water, and his face was extremely gloomy.

Chapter 31, You are too in the way

Shaolin Temple.

The night has fallen. In the Zen room, Fang Zheng is chanting the Buddhist scriptures in a low voice, and he is doing evening class.

Suddenly, the sound of the chanting suddenly stopped.

"Amitabha Buddha." Fang Zheng suddenly opened his half-closed eyelids and said quietly: "Since the donor has arrived, why not show up."

The door of the Zen room was pushed open, and a purple-clothed boy walked in slowly.

"Master Fang Zheng is worthy of being the top master of the right way. He has profound skills, and he can't hide his superficial skills from the master."

Ji Wushang saluted the other party and laughed softly.

In fact, he didn't mean to hide. From the moment he stepped into the Shaolin Temple, he had been locked by countless Qi machines.

It was obvious that they had been prepared early, and they were waiting for him to be a turtle in the urn.

Fang Zheng was not different because Ji Wushang looked young. He looked kind and calm. He said, "The donor shouldn't come."

Ji Wushang smiled and said, "Master guessed that I was coming?"

"Amitabha, the change of Wudang Mountain has been spread all over the world. Wudang Shaolin relied on each other and watched and supported each other. Wudang has been destroyed, and my Shaolin can hardly be spared." Fang Zheng sighed with sorrow on his face.

"There are rumors in the arena that Chongxu Daoist was killed by someone inhaling his internal strength. Wudang Miemen was done by the former director of the demon sect. Lao Na has several connections with the leader. The donor is not the leader."

Ji Wushang sat down on the futon opposite Fang Zheng, calmly, and said: "I do it or not, what's the difference."

"So, is the disaster of Wudang really the benefactor?"

"Didn't the master guess it already?"

"Amitabha Buddha" Fang Zheng sighed, with a sad expression on his face: "Dare to ask the benefactor, I have enemies with Wudang and my Shaolin? Why bother to kill evil."

"Xia Xia has no hatred with Shaolin and Wudang, but has respected Shaolin and Wudang for a long time." Ji Wushang smiled lightly.

Fang Zheng shook his head: "The so-called cause and effect, there is an effect if there is a cause, since Wudang and my Shaolin and the donor have no previous grievances, why did the donor commit such a murderous hand?"

"because"

Ji Wushang looked at Fang Zheng and said softly, "You are too in the way."

Fang Zheng was startled: "Donor, what does this mean?"

Ji Wushang said: "For hundreds of years, Shaolin Wudang has been the leader in the right way, bringing endless benefits to the martial arts, and boundless merits. But also because of this, your two factions are unshakable in this arena and are deeply rooted, just like two. The giant mountain weighs on the heads of all martial arts colleagues."

"Of course, the following statement is not derogatory. Shaolin and Wudang are well-known in the world, otherwise they will not be respected by all the right ways in the world and recognized as the leader of the right way. But I dare to ask if you are worthy of the respect of the right way in the world. ?"

Fang Zheng frowned: "Although I have not been able to benefit the world's martial arts, but I have never done anything to the detriment of my fellow martial arts, why did the donor say so?"

Ji Wushang smiled and said: "The master is an eminent monk who has attained Taoism. I am sure of this. I also believe in the compassion and harmlessness of the master. If you talk about wisdom, then Dongfang Unbeaten, Zuo Lengchan, Yue Buqun and others Together they are not as good as the master."

"I have a question below. The Demon Sect does not speak morality, does not follow the rules, and is cruel and easy to kill. The righteous people and innocent people who have died in the Demon Sect for more than a hundred years can be described as corpses. What merit?

"I know that Shaolin Wudang has been severely injured by the Demon Cult, and its vitality has been severely injured. It has declined for a period of time, but it should be recovered after so many years?"

"But what did I see? Internally, you suppressed the rise of the Five Sacred Sword Sect and secretly pressured Zuo Lengchan. Externally, did you compromise and tolerate the Demon Cult? As the leader of the Orthodox Church, you don't want to eliminate the Demon Cult, but keep on Suppress the fellow?"

"Dare to ask the master, are you afraid that the rise of other righteous sects will threaten your respected status, or have you never thought about contributing to the righteous way, just want to protect yourself?"

Fang Zheng was stunned, as if he didn't expect Ji Wushang to ask.

He was silent for a moment and chanted the Buddha's name: "It is wrong for the demon to kill indiscriminately, but when is the time to report the injustice? God has the virtue of living. I, Shaolin Wudang, relax the relationship with the demon, just because I don't want to kill. As for suppression. There is no way to talk about the righteous sect. The left leader is very ambitious and the methods are not very bright. If he is allowed to master the Five Sacred Sword Sect, I am afraid that there will be a lot of troubles and troubles from now on.

Ji Wushang laughed, shook his head, and said: "It turns out that the master wanted to use the Buddhist scriptures to transform the demon sect, and the master really has great wisdom, and I admire it. I just want to ask the master, how effective is the demon sect, one of the orthodox sects that the demon sect has killed over the years Are there fewer people?"

"The methods in the Demon Cult are more inferior than Zuolengchan, and there are countless more cruel methods. Ten Zuolengchan is not as good as one Demon Cult elder in terms of the number of murders, but master, are you actually more tolerant of the Demon Cult? "

Fang Zheng was dumb and speechless.

Ji Wushang smiled and said, "Master, don't care. I don't want to blame you for the right way of Wu Lin. After all, I am not a good person, and I don't have this position."

"It's just a master, don't you think this river and lake is too dull, like a pool of stagnant water, without waves, such a river and lake is too boring."

Fang Zheng heard this, inexplicably surprised: "What does the donor want to do?"

Ji Wushang stood up slowly, and said quietly, "With your two mountains under pressure, it is difficult for this world to cause trouble. If you want to cultivate Buddha and seek the truth, you can stay away from right and wrong with peace of mind and mix up with other things."

"Amitabha Buddha!" ​​Fang Zheng also stood up, his face solemn: "It seems that if the donor is allowed to leave today, I am afraid it will cause disaster in this world. There is no end to the sea of ​​suffering, and I hope that the donor will wake up and stay in my Shaolin and cross the world. A sin."

Perceiving that Fang Zheng still has more than a hundred qi mechanisms outside to lock himself in, Ji Wushang calmly said with a smile: "I heard about the reputation of the Great Arhat formation of Shaolin Temple. It is said that no one has broken through the formation in hundreds of years. I don’t know how it compares to the seven Zhenwu formations that have just experienced Wudang."

After saying this, Ji Wushang drew his sword out, cold light smashing his eyes, like silver electricity.

The distance between the two of them was less than ten feet, and Ji Wushang suddenly moved his hands, which made it difficult for people to react. In Fang Zheng's eyes, it seemed to be teleporting, and it was instant.

"Amitabha Buddha." Fang Zheng was not happy or sad, and his expression was calm. He raised his palm, light and fluttering, without smoke, but only a little slower than Ji Wushang.

Ji Wushang's Sunflower Collection is the third major achievement. His speed is the best in the world. His attacking moves are no longer limited to evil swordsmanship. However, he pursues speed. There is still not much change between offensives, and all angles and directions fall into the eyes of Fangzheng.

Fang Zheng Gujing did not wave, and that palm flicked lightly, suddenly transformed into a heavy palm shadow, changing into thirty-two, every time the palm shadow angle changed continuously, the sword seemed to hit it by itself, and then suddenly still.

This fast and terrifying sword easily disappeared.