Chapter 328: Baisun Taoist Fireworks Monk
After hearing Yin Zhiping's reasons, Xin Zhen smacked his lips. This logic was correct. Zhao Zhijing was indeed a petty person.

Look at his performance at Dashengguan this time, whether it was Shi Qinggong and others defeating Zhu Ziliu, or himself defeating the conspiracy of Master Jinlun and others.

Zhao Zhijing didn't smile at all from beginning to end, and his whole face was as black as soot from the bottom of a pot, which showed what kind of person he was.

This reason was enough for the three generations of disciples including Yin Zhiping to be unwilling to let Zhao Zhijing become the headmaster.

After all, no one wants their boss to be a petty boss; that would be too uncomfortable.

If you are not careful, he will make things difficult for you. You will live in fear every day, afraid that he will bully you. That life will be very miserable.

However, Xin Zhen did not pay too much attention to these rumors, but instead focused on improving the cultivation of the fourth generation of disciples of the Guangning lineage.

Whether or not Xin Zhen could succeed as the headmaster of Quanzhen was not a matter that he could control. What he could control now were the fourth generation disciples of the Changchun lineage and the fourth generation disciples of the Guangning lineage. After training these people, and with the relationship between them, even if they could not become the headmaster, the new headmaster would have to think twice.

If the time comes when the last resort comes and the Quanzhen Sect falls apart, perhaps many people will choose to follow me. These are my capital for the future.

By then, whether it is establishing a sect or leading these people to fight against the Mongols, it will be a very powerful force.

Moreover, Xin Zhen was not idle. He had done everything he should have done before going up the mountain. Now all he had to do was wait.

The reason why there is a dispute over the route within the Quanzhen Sect is simply that some people are sober while others are still clinging to luck. They need a severe blow to make them understand the truth of this world.

It would be fine if Quanzhen Sect was just a small Taoist temple, but it is obviously not. It is a behemoth, the elephant in the room, and it cannot be hidden.

As for those who were thinking of surrendering to Mongolia, they were even more confused. Let's not even mention whether the Mongols would feel that those who were not of their race must have different hearts. The Quanzhen Sect had to face the Mongolian religion. Master Jinlun was just a representative. The esoteric religious forces behind him had already penetrated into every corner of Mongolia, and the Quanzhen Sect could not compete even if they wanted to.

And the most important point is that the tentacles of Quanzhen Sect have penetrated deep into the people of the north. This is what the Mongolian rulers fear the most. The nature of Quanzhen Sect makes it the most suitable group for rebellion, or in other words, they are born rebels.

Under such circumstances, if the Quanzhen Sect had approached the Mongols and been recruited by them, it would have been suppressed and dismembered in just a few decades until it disappeared.

Of course, Xin Zhen knew very well in his mind that those so-called line disputes were ultimately just a struggle for power and profit.

Those who hold different opinions may not necessarily understand this truth. If they were in power, they might not necessarily act in the direction they say. The so-called political views, after all, are primarily intended to gain power.

For example, those candidates in the West shout out loud slogans before the election, but after taking office, almost none of them can implement these slogans one by one.

But it doesn't matter. Xin Zhen will push for the use of facts to achieve a consensus among the people. At that time, if anyone dares to propose that line, he will be an undisputed traitor.

One month after Xin Zhen returned to Zhongnan Mountain, he finally arrived.

On this day, a large number of Mongolian soldiers and horses came towards Zhongnan Mountain, and Chongyang Palace was shaken.

The Mongolian troops surrounded the main roads of Zhongnan Mountain, and a group of leading martial artists climbed up the mountain. There were so many extraordinary people in the world, and Master Jinlun and the three Mongolian heroes were killed by Xin Zhen, but the Mongolian territory was already very large at this time, so it was easy to find all kinds of extraordinary people.

Except for Ma Yu who was bedridden and unable to come out, the other five of the six Quanzhen disciples were all on high alert. The third generation disciples were all present, and the fourth generation disciples formed a sword formation to welcome them. Xin Zhen was left with the five disciples.

Among the people who came, there were three people leading the group, a Taoist priest, a monk and a foreigner.

The Taoist looked to be about forty years old, with sharp eyes and an evil aura.

The monk was strong and sturdy, looking very powerful. His muscles on his face, hands, neck, and wherever they could be seen were all entangled and knotted. It seemed as if his entire body was full of energy and was about to explode. It was obvious that he had practiced external skills to the extreme.

The Hu man was thin, but he was the least noticeable among the three. Although he stood in the front, he was always ignored.

Since Ma Yu was not there, Qiu Chuji took the lead. When he saw these people entering the hall, he brought his fellow disciples to greet them. Although the visitors were enemies rather than friends, they still had to show proper courtesy.

Qiu Chuji said, "The Quanzhen Sect welcomes all of you fellows to Chongyang Palace. I haven't asked for your names yet."

The Taoist looked at Qiu Chuji, bowed and smiled, "I am a member of the Talent Recruitment Hall. My name is not worth mentioning, but my friends in the martial arts world have given me a nickname, called Baisun Taoist."

Qiu Chuji and others were fine, as no one had heard of this name, but Xin Zhen looked at the Taoist in surprise. It turned out that he was Taoist Baisun.

He had some connection with this Taoist Baisun... Oh, what a shame, Taoist Baisun had two disciples, the two Xuanming elders who were killed by Xin Zhen. Xin Zhen had never thought that he would be able to meet these people one day.

Taoist Baisun introduced: "This master is Master Kuhui, the founder of the Vajra Sect in the Western Regions, and this one is the descendant of the old man Huoshan in the Persian Mountains, Hassan."

When Xin Zhen heard this, he smiled in his heart. They were all old acquaintances. He originally thought that after killing Master Jinlun and others, the martial arts world would be safe. He didn't expect that these legendary people would appear one after another.

Hassan is fine, he is just the descendant of the old man in the mountains, Huoshan. And that Master Kuhui is just the Shaolin fire monk.

However, these three people should not be underestimated.

Hassan is the successor of the Old Man in the Mountain. The Old Man in the Mountain, Huoshan, is the founder of the Holy Fire Token. The Holy Fire Token is very strange and very different from the Central Plains martial arts. It is difficult to deal with without understanding it.

Huogong Toudao was even more powerful, and the Shaolin Temple declined for decades because of him.

Of course, the decline of Shaolin was not because Huogong Toudao killed many Shaolin monks, but because he was a fuse.

Before the incident of Huogong Toudao, Shaolin Temple was actually quite tolerant towards those who secretly learned martial arts. Because of the incident of Huogong Toudao, Shaolin Temple issued an order prohibiting the secret learning of martial arts. Not everyone agreed with this temple rule, and many people also opposed it.

However, it is estimated that the opponents weakened and finally failed, which prompted the head monk of Luohan Hall, Master Kuhui, to leave for the Western Regions in anger and establish the Shaolin School in the Western Regions.

(End of this chapter)