Chapter 85: The Sloppy Taoist Zhang Sanfeng

Between heaven and earth, I don’t know when the rain will stop.

Outside Hengshan City.

A place only three or four miles away from Hengshan City, on the official road leading to Hengshan City.

The two groups of people were galloping towards Hengshan City.

There were two groups of people, one group consisted of hundreds of monks.

They were wearing bright yellow monk's robes, with Buddhist beads hanging on their chests, and their bald heads were dotted with scars from their vows. The leader was an old monk who looked a little fat, wearing a cassock, holding a rosary in one hand and a Zen stick in the other.

The other group of people were Taoists wearing gray and white plaid Taoist robes, holding long swords, and their hair was tied up in a Taoist bun. The leader was an old Taoist with gray hair, wearing a moon-white Taoist robe, and holding a long sword. He looked older than the old monk.

These two people are none other than the abbot of Shaolin Temple, Master Fangzheng, and the head of Wudang Sect, Taoist Master Chongxu.

"Master Chongxu, we have to hurry up. Calculate the time. The Golden Basin Retirement Conference has already begun."

The leading Master Fang Zheng said to Taoist Chongxu.

"We're almost there. After passing through this forest, Hengshan City is just ahead."

Taoist Chongxu looked ahead and said.

After the rain, the air in the mountain forest is fresh, birds are singing, and a thin layer of mist is spread.

The outline of Hengshan City can be seen in the distance through the fog.

"Master Fang Zheng, do our two sects really want to support the unification of the Five Mountains Sword Sects? Wouldn't that be too risky?"

Taoist Chongxu said to Master Fangzheng.

"We can't help it. The rise of Qingcheng Sect is unstoppable. If we don't support a sect to suppress Qingcheng Sect, Qingcheng Sect will disrupt the balance of the entire martial arts world."

Master Fang Zheng said to Taoist Chongxu as he hurried on his way.

A hint of helplessness flashed across his eyes. The rise of the Qingcheng Sect was so fast, so fast that it was jaw-dropping.

Before Shaolin and Wudang could even react, the Qingcheng Sect had already risen in the martial arts world.

If one wants to deal with the Qingcheng Sect and suppress its rise now, the only way is to support a sect that is about the same size as the Qingcheng Sect.

It just so happened that Zuo Lengchan had ambitions to merge the Five Mountains Sword Sects, so he went to Shaolin Temple to meet him and said that he was going to take the opportunity to merge the Five Mountains Sword Sects at Liu Zhengfeng's retirement ceremony, hoping to get the support of Shaolin and Wudang.

Master Fang Zheng felt that this matter was of great importance, so he personally led his men to Wudang Mountain and met with the head of Wudang, Taoist Chongxu. After explaining the interests involved, the two of them hit it off and agreed to support Zuo Lengchan and send the Five Mountains.

Because of this, the two later wrote back to Liu Zhengfeng, saying that Shaolin and Wudang decided to participate in Liu Zhengfeng's retirement ceremony.

"But... we may also be able to support another Qingcheng Sect!"

Taoist Chongxu said with a worried look on his face.

The existence of the Qingcheng Sect in the world is enough to give them a headache.

If another Five Mountains Sect appears, the martial arts world will be in real chaos.

"It's impossible. Zuo Lengchan is extremely ambitious. The Qingcheng Sword Immortal of the Qingcheng Sect once injured Zuo Lengchan. Once Zuo Lengchan unites the Five Mountains, he will definitely attack the Qingcheng Sect."

Master Fang Zheng shook his head.

"What's more..." Master Fang Zheng changed his tone:
"Master Chongxu, in this situation, neither you nor I have any other choice, right?"

Taoist Chongxu nodded and said, "That's right."

Shaolin and Wudang!
One has been passed down for thousands of years, the other has been passed down for hundreds of years.

I have gone through countless hardships!
If Zuo Lengchan had no intention of attacking the Qingcheng Sect after uniting the Five Mountains, Shaolin and Wudang would only need to temporarily avoid the attack. There would always be a conflict when these two powers meet.

After the storm, the two sects that still stand at the top of the righteous world are Shaolin and Wudang.

"At this retreat meeting, we only support Zuo Lengchan in merging the Five Mountains, and try not to fight with the Qingcheng Sword Immortal."

The Shaolin abbot, Master Fangzheng, then continued.

"That's right. This Qingcheng Sword Immortal was able to defeat all the masters of the Five Mountains Sword Sects with just one sword eight years ago. Now that eight years have passed, I wonder how strong his martial arts have become. It's better not to fight if we can."

Taoist Chongxu nodded.

The purpose of their Shaolin and Wudang coming down the mountain together this time was not to attack the Qingcheng Sect and the Qingcheng Sword Immortal.

It was just to support Zuo Lengchan, to help Zuo Lengchan succeed and send the Five Mountains.

If they were to fight, neither he nor Master Fang Zheng had any confidence that they could defeat the Qingcheng Sword Immortal of the Qingcheng Sect.

"My fellow Taoists and Buddhists, you are in such a hurry. Where are you going?"

At this moment, a sloppy Taoist priest appeared on the road ahead. His clothes were so dirty that one could not see their original color. Judging from the style, one could barely tell that they were Taoist robes. His snow-white hair and beard were greasy and stuck together in clumps. His face was covered by his messy long hair. His appearance could not be seen clearly. He was lying in the middle of the road with his hands folded behind his head and his legs crossed, blocking the way of Fangzheng, Chongxu and others.

"I wonder why this senior is blocking our way?"

All the people from Wudang and Shaolin stopped. Master Fangzheng and Taoist Chongxu looked at each other. Seeing that the other was a Taoist priest, Taoist Chongxu walked up to the sloppy old Taoist priest, bowed, and asked respectfully.

As fellow Taoists, even if the other party is just an ordinary Taoist with a sloppy appearance, he is so old and the elders should be respected, so he must perform the necessary etiquette.

"I am just waiting for someone here. The road is so long, but you, a junior, are saying that I am blocking your way?"

This sloppy old man.

Hearing what the sloppy old Taoist said, Taoist Chongxu and Master Fangzheng breathed a sigh of relief.

He was about to order the Shaolin and Wudang disciples to go around this sloppy old Taoist.

"But since we are both Taoists, I will give you a piece of advice."

The sloppy old Taoist suddenly turned over again, from lying upright to lying on his side. He supported his right hand joint on the ground and supported his head with his right fist, so that his body and the ground formed a stable triangle.

"What advice?"

Taoist Chongxu was puzzled.

"Hengzhou City is in danger right now. You should all go back home. It's better to go back to where you came from. Otherwise, it's not certain whether you, the old cow nose, and the old bald donkey next to you will be in any danger. It will be a pity for these little cow noses and little bald donkeys."

The sloppy old Taoist said in a teasing tone.

When he said this, his face was obscured by his messy hair and he couldn't see the other person's expression at all.

However, the sloppy old Taoist's words still made the Taoists and monks from Wudang and Shaolin so angry that their faces turned blue.

Bald donkey and ox nose are originally folk insults for monks and Taoists.

But most people only dare to curse behind others’ backs or secretly!
This is the first time I have seen someone like this sloppy old Taoist pointing at a monk and calling him bald, and scolding him in front of the monk and the Taoist priest.

"you……"

Even Master Fangzheng's upright and peaceful Buddhist heart was so infuriated by the other party that he could no longer maintain it.

"I am only giving you advice. Whether you listen or not is entirely up to you."

The sloppy old Taoist interrupted Master Fang Zheng, stood up from the ground, stepped on his heels, exposing most of his ankles, and got up and left with a thump.

"Didn't the senior say that he wanted to wait for someone here?"

Taoist Chongxu looked at the sloppy old Taoist walking into the mist with a relaxed and carefree back, and said with a puzzled expression.

For some reason, he always felt inexplicably familiar with this sloppy old Taoist priest.

"The person who is supposed to wait has already waited."

Sloppy and old-fashioned.

"So the people you are waiting for are us?"

After Taoist Chongxu came to his senses, he looked puzzled.

"A tree without roots, its flowers are so beautiful, who would be willing to stop being attached to glory? Life is like a boat in the sea of ​​suffering, drifting without freedom, it is hard to moor without boundaries and shores, and it often swims in dangerous places where fish and dragons live. If you are willing to look back, you will find the shore, don't wait until the storm destroys the boat..."

At this moment, a song floated over from the mist in the direction where the sloppy old Taoist had left. The sound was long and deep, high in the valley, free as the wind, and like the music of immortals.

Upon hearing this verse, Taoist Chongxu trembled and his expression changed.

He immediately knelt on the ground and kowtowed in the direction the sloppy old Taoist left.

"The eighth generation leader of Wudang Sect, Chongxu, pays homage to Patriarch Sanfeng and begs Patriarch Sanfeng to show up..."

Taoist Chongxu said loudly.

As a result, the sound gradually faded away and could no longer be heard.

After kowtowed several times, seeing that the sloppy old Taoist did not show up again, Taoist Chongxu stood up in despair.

"Master, what should we do next?"

One of the Wudang Mountain disciples brought by Taoist Chongxu this time asked.

"Let's go back to the mountain."

Taoist Chongxu made up his mind.

"Master, who was that just now?"

Another Wudang disciple in the crowd asked.

Seeing the expression on their leader's face just now, even though they had some guesses in their hearts, they still felt that this matter was too unbelievable.

"That is Zhang Sanfeng, the founder of the Wudang Sect."

Taoist Chongxu recalled what had just happened.

"But Master, wasn't our sect's founder a person from the Song Dynasty? If he is still alive now, how many years old would he be? Wouldn't he have become an immortal?"

There are young disciples in the Wudang Sect who express their disbelief in Taoism.

"Who can tell for sure about this kind of thing? Anyway, the ancestors left behind many legends. Even if the ancestors cultivated and became immortals, there is nothing to be surprised about."

Taoist Chongxu said.

After being conferred titles by emperors of successive dynasties, our ancestor was, in a sense, a god.

"Master Chongxu, do you really believe that the sloppy Taoist priest just now is your Wudang Sect's founder, Zhang Sanfeng?"

Seeing that Taoist Chongxu was about to take his disciples back to Wudang Mountain, the abbot of Shaolin Temple, Master Fangzheng, suddenly became a little anxious.

If the Wudang Sect does not participate in this matter, even if the Songshan Sect has the support of Shaolin, the support it receives will be greatly reduced, and Zuo Lengchan may not be able to successfully merge the Five Mountains Sects.

"I believe."

Taoist Chongxu looked at Master Fangzheng and nodded.

"The verse that the ancestor recited before leaving just now was the 'Rootless Tree' written by our ancestor Sanfeng. This verse was written by our ancestor in his later years and was recorded in the classics. Only the successive leaders of the Wudang Sect know it, and no one in the outside world knows it."

"More importantly, when I saw the old Taoist just now, I felt that he was somewhat familiar..." Taoist Chongxu paused while speaking, as if he was lost in memories.

"Now that I think about it, this familiar feeling comes from the portrait of the founder that I saw in the Sutra Library in my early years. Although the sloppy old Taoist just now looks sloppy, his temperament is exactly the same as the founder in the portrait."

"So I am sure that it was the founder of my sect, Sanfeng Zhenren."

Taoist Chongxu said with a firm gaze.

"Since the Grandmaster has spoken, we, the younger generation, must obey. If Shaolin continues this matter, Wudang will never stop it, but we will not be involved in this matter."

Taoist Chongxu said.

After hearing what Taoist Chongxu said, Master Fangzheng, the abbot of Shaolin Temple, was stunned for a moment.

Wudang Shaolin!

As the leading figures in the righteous martial arts world, they have always stood together.

If Wudang does not get involved in this matter and only Shaolin participates, it will appear to be much weaker and isolated.

And if that person just now was really Zhang Sanfeng, the founder of Wudang Sect, then the words he reminded...

"Wudang disciples, follow my orders and return to the mountain with me."

At this time, Taoist Chongxu gave the order.

Under the order of Taoist Chongxu, the disciples of Wudang Sect changed direction and headed towards Wudang Mountain.

"Abbot, the Wudang disciples have withdrawn. What should we do?"

Seeing that the head of Wudang Sect, Taoist Chongxu, took the Wudang disciples away like this, a monk among the Shaolin disciples asked.

The abbot of Shaolin Temple, Master Fangzheng, did not reply immediately. Instead, he frowned and thought, looking at the direction where Taoist Chongxu and the Wudang disciples left.

"It may be risky to go to Hengshan City this time. Let's go back to the mountain."

Master Fang Zheng gave the order.

If Taoist Chongxu was right, the sloppy old Taoist just now was really the reincarnation of Zhang Sanfeng, the founder of the Wudang Sect.

Since he appeared to give them a warning, it meant that there were indeed risks in Hengshan City that they were not aware of.

Now that the Wudang Sect has evacuated, if Shaolin insists on going to Hengshan City and suffers losses, it will probably be unable to recover.

For a big sect like theirs, it would be better to not do it than to make fewer mistakes.

Under Fang Zheng's order, the disciples of Shaolin Temple, like the disciples of Wudang Sect, returned to Shaoshi Mountain.

……

Hengshan City.

Inside the Liu Mansion.

The war is still going on.

With Lin Pingzhi's help, he used the "Heart-Destroying Palm" to kill the Nine-Curved Sword Master.

Qu Feiyan also used the Dragon Roar Sword to pierce the chest of Lu Bai, the second Taibao of Songshan Sect, who had retreated to the corner and had nowhere to escape.

Because the Dragon Roar Sword was too sharp, Qu Feiyan didn't even feel any blockage.

"you……"

Lu Bai, who was pierced through the chest, did not die. There was disbelief in his eyes.

It was really hard for him to believe that he, the second of the Thirteen Guardians of Songshan Sect, would actually die at the hands of Qu Feiyan, a little Taoist nun who was only thirteen or fourteen years old.

Seeing that Lu Bai did not die immediately after being stabbed in the chest by himself, Qu Feiyan drew out his sword and slashed at Lu Bai's head again.

The Dragon Roar Sword easily cut off Lu Bai's head. Lu Bai's head flew out, spun in the air for a few circles, and fell in front of a group of guests hiding in the corner.

As Lu Bai's body fell to the ground, his eyes, still open in death, were facing them.

Even though the martial arts heroes were well-informed and used to living on the edge of a knife, they were still frightened when they were stared at by Lu Bai's eyes that were still open.

"The grudge between you and me is settled here."

Qu Feiyan put away his sword and stood up, looking at Lu Bai's fallen body and his head rolling to the side.

"Junior sister, are you okay?"

Seeing Qu Feiyan kill Lu Bai, Lin Pingzhi, who had just suddenly attacked and killed the Nine-Curve Sword Master with a "Heart-Destroying Palm", came over and asked.

"I'm fine!"

Qu Feiyan shook his head.

Now that she has avenged her great hatred, she feels relaxed, at ease, and good about herself.

Then she looked at Lin Pingzhi in front of her with some surprise. The situation was critical just now, and Zhong Zhen, the Nine-Curve Sword Master, found the right opportunity to launch a sneak attack. If it weren't for Lin Pingzhi who took action at the right time.

Not to mention whether he will die, he will definitely be injured.

"I didn't expect that you, who usually look unreliable, can be quite useful at a critical moment."

Qu Feiyan's response to Lin Pingzhi's words.

"Of course, I have the inner strength from my uncle. I am not as good as him in swordsmanship, but when it comes to fighting with inner strength, I am not afraid of anyone here."

Lin Pingzhi said with some pride after hearing this.

Just now, he suddenly attacked Zhong Zhen, the master of the Nine-Curved Sword, which made him taste the refreshing feeling of suppressing others with his internal force.

Unfortunately, these internal forces are temporarily stored in my body by my uncle. It would be great if I could really cultivate such profound internal forces someday.

"I remember you told Master that the internal force in your body is sometimes out of control and sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn't, right?"

Qu Feiyan suddenly thought of something, and she said to Lin Pingzhi.

"That's exactly what will happen."

Lin Pingzhi nodded.

"Then have you ever thought about what would happen if you were unable to mobilize the internal force stored in your body by your master when you attacked the Nine-Curved Sword Zhong Zhen just now?"

Qu Feiyan asked.

"Didn't this happen?"

Lin Pingzhi didn't seem to care at all, but was very happy and said, "Junior sister, I admit that I gambled, but I gambled right!"

Including on the way to Hengshan City, he rescued the little nun Yilin from the Hengshan Sect. Although the internal force of his uncle's body was sometimes effective and sometimes not, it played a role at these two critical moments.

This shows that God is on his side.

"alright."

Seeing Lin Pingzhi say this, Qu Feiyan said nothing more!

Anyway, Lin Pingzhi was able to save her at the critical moment, so she should thank Lin Pingzhi.

"Fei Yan, grandpa is useless. I didn't expect that your parents' revenge would depend on you."

Just then, Qu Yang came over and said with a somewhat ashamed look on his face.

He felt that he might not be a match for his granddaughter who held the magic weapon.

Now it seems that Qu Feiyan made the right decision to take Chu Yuan as her master.

Fortunately, I didn't stop her.

"Grandpa, we are a family. Let's not say these things. We will all avenge our parents."

Qu Feiyan said.

"But what Grandpa didn't expect was that your Qingcheng Sect is really full of masters. In addition to you, there is another young master."

As Qu Yang spoke, he looked at Lin Pingzhi.

He also saw the scene where Lin Pingzhi killed Zhong Zhen with the Nine-Curved Sword with one palm strike just now. In his life, he had seen very few people with deeper internal strength than Lin Pingzhi. What's more important is that Lin Pingzhi is still a teenager under the age of twenty.

After hearing Qu Yang's words, Qu Feiyan and Lin Pingzhi looked at each other and both couldn't help laughing.

In fact, although the two of them had made considerable progress in their martial arts training in Qingcheng Mountain over the years, they were able to kill the powerful enemy so unexpectedly only because their master (uncle master) Chu Yuan gave them extra help.

In Qu Feiyan's hand is the Dragon Roar Sword that can cut through iron like mud, and in Lin Pingzhi's body is the internal force of the "Sunflower Manual" that Chu Yuan left behind.

In fact, in terms of real strength, they are not that strong.

The Thirteen Guardians of Songshan Sect, seeing the Fifth Guardian Zhong Zhen, the Nine-Curved Sword Master, and the Second Guardian Lu Bai die at the hands of the Qingcheng Sect's disciples, did not dare to act rashly for a while.

Because the impact of Qu Feiyan and Lin Pingzhi on them was too great.

In addition, there were a few people from the Qingcheng Sect who were watching from the side and did not take any action.

Among them are the Qingcheng Sect's long-famous "Four Beauties of Qingcheng" and other young masters. If they take action now, it may turn into a full-scale war between the Qingcheng Sect and the Songshan Sect.

"Junior Sister Qu, Junior Brother Lin, are you all right?"

"The Songshan Sect acted despicably, and just now they launched a sneak attack..."

"Don't worry, if they dare to do it again, we will help you teach them a lesson."

The Four Beauties of Qingcheng and Yu Renyan also came over to comfort the two.

"Brother, we are fine!"

"The one in trouble is someone from Songshan Sect."

Qu Feiyan and Lin Pingzhi both said that they were fine.

"came back?"

Then everyone returned to Chu Yuan. Chu Yuan looked at Lin Pingzhi and Qu Feiyan and said calmly.

"I'm back, Master!"

"I'm back, Uncle Master!"

The way of Qu Feiyan and Lin Pingzhi.

"Now that you are back, continue to watch the show and see if your uncle and master can defeat the leader of the Five Mountains."

Chu Yuan said.

(End of this chapter)