Song Qingshu shook his head and said, "Wisdom King is my good friend. He won't do it. "Read.?" `”
Jiu Mozhi nodded with a smile. He had met Xuan Cheng and Xu Zhu, two top masters in a row, so he was not as arrogant as before. He knew that Shaolin Temple was full of hidden talents, and he could not shake it by himself. It was better to stop while he was ahead. Anyway, he had been in the limelight today.
"Song, I think you are deliberately making things difficult for us!" Another monk said angrily.
"Song Mou just wants to have a chat with all the monks in your temple who know how to use the Prajna Palm. Is it too much to ask?" Song Qingshu stood with his hands behind his back and said calmly.
Xuan Ci frowned and said, "Almsgiver Song, I can't let my monks be interrogated like criminals just because of your words." At this moment, he couldn't help but regret. Shaolin and Wudang had never been on good terms. When he heard that something had happened to the Wudang heroes, he was gloating. If he had volunteered to help investigate this matter, not only would it not damage Shaolin's reputation, but Wudang would also owe him a big favor. But now, if he called out the monks in the temple who knew how to use the Prajna Palm to confront them, it would be unavoidable that Wudang would give in …
In the previous few matches, Shaolin had been disgraced. If he agreed to their request now, Shaolin's reputation would probably be ruined.
But if he didn't agree …
Xuan Ci glanced at Song QingShu and Zhang SanFeng, and sighed in her heart, "Ren Woxing and Jiu Mozhi are the only two people on the opposing side, and they've already made Shaolin Temple so restless. There's also Song QingShu, whose reputation has risen in recent years, and Zhang SanFeng, whose power is unfathomable. If they make a move, how can our temple resist?
In fact, Shaolin had many masters. If they attacked together, they wouldn't be afraid of these four people. But if this was spread to Jianghu, Shaolin's reputation would be greatly damaged. `?
"Abbot Xuan Ci, why do you say that?" Song Qingshu couldn't help but say, "We just want to ask the eminent monks of your temple a few questions. How can we interrogate them as criminals?" In truth, if it had been any other matter, he would not have been so polite to Shaolin Temple. However, this matter concerned Song Yuanqiao and the others, and he could not let his personal grudge spoil the proper business.
Hearing him say this, Xuan Ci's expression softened a little, and her tone also relaxed a little, "This …"
Zhang Sanfeng also opened his mouth at the right time to say, "This humble Taoist can also guarantee with my character that I will never be rude to the masters of your esteemed temple."
"Since Daoist Zhang has said so, this humble monk is naturally trustworthy." Xuan Ci slightly bowed to Zhang Sanfeng, and then asked his younger martial brother to gather all the masters of Prajna Palm in the temple.
During this period, both sides tacitly did not mention Jiu Mozhi's previous statement that Shaolin's 72 Ultimate Arts came from India. Song Qingshu did not want to cause trouble and make Zhang Sanfeng unhappy. Jiu Mozhi, on the other hand, was afraid of Xu Zhu's [Minor Non-Phase Method]. The Shaolin side was even more shocked by Jiu Mozhi's performance, so naturally, they would not take the initiative to mention it. As for the Song Mountain Sect, because they needed to heal Zuo Lenchan, most of them had already escorted him back. Only a few of them stayed behind to observe the current situation, and no one had the courage to get involved. Chapter 8 Novel
The scene fell into a rare silence. When Shaolin Temple summoned all the eminent monks of Prajna Palm, Song Qingshu began to interrogate them, asking about their previous whereabouts.
Prajna Palm was the highest palm technique of Shaolin Temple, so there were not many people in the city who knew this palm technique. Song Qingshu quickly finished his interrogation, but unfortunately, he did not get any useful information.
"Is there really no one else in your temple who knows Prajna Palm?" Song Qingshu asked with a frown.
On the side, Xuan Ci suddenly became angry, "Surnamed Song, even my elder martial brother as the abbot condescends to let you interrogate him, but you are still not satisfied. Are you really not deliberately looking for trouble?"
Being scolded in the face, Song Qingshu's face darkened, but before he had time to speak, Zhang Sanfeng had already rushed to speak, "Masters, please do not misunderstand, we are just eager to save people. From the beginning, this humble Taoist did not believe that it was the work of the eminent monks of your temple, and now that the two have confirmed it, it is indeed so. However, it is a fact that my disciples were hit by Prajna Palm, so this humble Taoist would like to ask one last question, and I hope that masters will not take offense. "
Given Zhang SanFeng's current status in the martial arts world, it was only with such an attitude that the Shaolin monks felt a little better. Xuan Ci nodded his head, "Please do not hesitate to ask, as long as this poor monk knows, I will definitely tell you honestly."
Seeing his completely different attitude, Ren Woxing couldn't help but sneer, "These bald donkeys were arrogant before, but after we beat them up, they really became a lot more honest."
Fortunately, Ren Woxing also knew that this was a serious matter, so he deliberately lowered his voice so that only Song Qingshu and Jiu Mozhi could hear him.
Song Qingshu nodded in deep thought, "I have heard a great man say before, if you fight for unity, then unity will survive, if you fight for unity, then unity will perish. Now that Shaolin Temple is so easy to talk to, it is all thanks to the two of you."
"Junior martial brother is too polite," Jiu Mozhi's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise, "What you just said, I wonder which master said it? It really hit the nail on the head. "
"It's Master Mao." Song Qingshu couldn't help but reminisce about his previous world. Although he lived a more carefree life in this world, there were too many advanced technologies in his previous world that could improve the quality of his life. Not to mention other things, the streets were filled with beautiful girls wearing short skirts. The women in this world were all wearing thick ancient clothes, and if you wanted to see a white thigh, you would have to peel off their clothes. How ridiculous!
"Who is Master Mao?" Jiu Mozhi and Ren Woxing looked at each other, and quickly thought about which senior martial brother this master was.
While the three of them were whispering to each other, Zhang Sanfeng had already asked, "Is it possible for your temple's Prajna Palm to be leaked to outsiders?"
Xuan Ci shifted his gaze towards Jiu Mozhi, "Our temple's Prajna Palm has never been leaked to outsiders, and I originally thought that there would be no risk of it being leaked. However, after seeing Wisdom King today, I finally know that there really are outsiders in this world who know our temple's Prajna Palm."
Xuan Ci purposely emphasized the words' our temple '. It was obvious that he was mocking Jiu Mozhi's previous claim that this martial art came from India.
Jiu Mozhi couldn't help but snort coldly, but he didn't refute. After all, his plan to use force to convince Shaolin Temple had failed. He also knew that everyone here was knowledgeable, and there was no need to argue.
Zhang Sanfeng already had his doubts, so he took the opportunity to ask, "May I ask, where did Wisdom King's Prajna Palm come from?"
"This was given to me by an old friend of mine. As for his name, please forgive me for not telling you," Jiu Mozhi said apologetically and bowed to Zhang Sanfeng.
"Is that so …" Zhang Sanfeng had always respected righteous people, and seeing that Jiu Mozhi didn't want to tell him, he didn't want to force him.
On the contrary, the Shaolin monks were excited. Hearing that their temple's martial art might have been leaked to the outside world, even Xuan Ci couldn't sit still anymore. She hurriedly said, "In the martial world, secretly learning other sects' martial art is a big taboo. This matter also concerns our Shaolin Temple's martial art. If Wisdom King can tell us the person's name, Shaolin Temple will let bygones be bygones."
"If I don't tell you, what can you do to me?" Jiu Mozhi's face was full of arrogance. He was only respectful to Zhang Sanfeng, but in front of the Shaolin people, he didn't have to be so polite.
"You!" The Shaolin monks' expressions changed, and they all tightened their grip on the weapons in their hands. The situation was once again on the edge of a cliff.
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