At this moment, in the Zhu Clan's meeting hall, Zhu Qifang said unhappily, "Father, what are you trying to do?"
Now that Zhu Qifang was the Zhu Clan's Master, his words carried enormous weight. He naturally did not want others to stand on top of his head and point fingers at him.
Zhu Qifang's father, Old Master Zhu, snorted coldly, "If this old man does not come out, I'm afraid that the Zhu Clan's hundred years of foundation will be lost in your hands!
That Su Xin killed your eldest brother, and now he has appeared again. Do you intend to endure it forever? "
Zhu Qifang said helplessly, "Father, you all know that Su Xin is an expert ranked twenty-third on the Ranking List of Young Masters. He is not someone who can be measured by realm.
When eldest brother and the other three joined forces to kill Su Xin, they were all killed by Su Xin. What else could we do? If I could take revenge, would I still let this enemy wander in front of me? "
Old Master Zhu narrowed his eyes and said, "Let's put aside the matter of revenge for now. Our Zhu Clan is being slowly encroached upon by others. Don't you have anything to say?"
Zhu Qifang was immediately speechless. This situation was not caused by him. What else could he say?
The Zhu Clan's strength had always been somewhat high. The main reason was that Zhu Zefang had the backing of the Shaolin Temple's layman disciples. The other martial arts factions had to give him some face.
But now? With Zhu Zefang's death, the rest of the Shaolin Temple's layman disciples no longer had anything to do with the Zhu Clan.
Old Master Zhu snorted coldly and slammed the metal crutch in his hand on the ground. He scolded, "In any case, you are an Innate Stage martial artist. Can't you use your brain to think?
We can't find the Shaolin Temple's layman disciples. Can't we find someone else to continue looking after our Zhu Clan? "
Zhu Qifang said blankly, "Other than eldest brother's fellow disciples, who else can we find? With our Zhu Clan's strength, even if we send ourselves to their doorstep, they would not want us. "
Old Master Zhu said faintly, "What is the Zhu Clan's most critical situation now? It's precisely because we don't have a backer that the other martial arts forces dare to touch us.
Therefore, the most important thing for us now is not to kill Su Xin, but to find another backer. Only in this way can we get through the current crisis. Even if this backer is a tiger's skin, we must have one. "
"Where can I find this backer?" Zhu Qifang asked.
Although he didn't want his father, who hadn't been in charge for more than a decade, to stand up and give orders again, he also knew that when it came to scheming and scheming, he couldn't compare to his father.
The old man of the Zhu family said lightly, "When your elder brother was in the Shaolin Temple, his teacher was a Primordial Spirit expert from the Arhat Hall, the 'Evil Executioner Monk' Jueyan.
Jue Yan's temperament is irascible and easily angered. He abhors evil as if it were his personal enemy. As long as he travels down the mountain and meets someone who breaks the law, he will chase them for a thousand miles to kill them. That's how he got the nickname 'Evil Slayer Monk'. "
Zhu Qifang scratched his head. Of course he knew about his elder brother's former teacher. Could it be that his father wanted to borrow Jueyan's strength to deal with Su Xin?
As expected, the old man continued, "Jueyan was very fond of your elder brother. After all, they were teacher and disciple. If it wasn't for the fact that your elder brother's aptitude wasn't good enough, he might have been accepted as a disciple by Jueyan.
Now that your elder brother is dead, and I've just received news that Jueyan has come to Hannan Road for business, you can send a clever disciple to beg Jueyan to avenge your elder brother. To put it in a more tragic way, I'm ninety percent sure that Jueyan will definitely make a move. "
Zhu Qifang's eyes widened. This old man really dared to dream.
In fact, Zhu Qifang also had this idea, but he didn't dare to be as decisive as the old man of the Zhu family. He actually dared to plot against the people of the Shaolin Temple.
It was true that Su Xin had killed Zhu Zefang and his father, and the 'Evil Slayer Monk' Jueyan was Zhu Zefang's teacher. However, Jueyan was irascible and inflexible, and the people he killed were all evil.
To put it bluntly, the grudge between the Zhu Clan and Su Xin was a personal struggle between the two clans. The one who lived would become famous, while the one who died would remain nameless. Jueyan would never interfere in such matters.
Since that was the case, they could only lie and deceive Jueyan to deal with Su Xin. However, if they were to plot against a Primordial Soul realm martial arts grandmaster, then the Zhu family would be exterminated.
How dare you even provoke the Shaolin Temple? Are the people of the Zhu family tired of living?
But now that the old man of the Zhu family had decisively made a decision for Zhu Qifang, he could only agree and prepare to send a clever disciple.
However, Zhu Zefang immediately said, "But Father, you just said that the most important thing for the Zhu family now is to stop the other sects from encroaching on us. Otherwise, even if we kill Su Xin, it will be useless."
The old man of the Zhu family shook his head and said, "That's one thing. If the 'Evil Slayer Monk' Jueyan really helps us kill Su Xin, then in the eyes of outsiders, it will seem like we still have some connections with the Shaolin Temple.
An Primordial Soul realm warrior from the Shaolin Temple is much more powerful than those secular disciples. Just as I said, we need to use the tiger's skin as a flag. The first thing we need to use is the tiger's skin of the Shaolin Temple. "
Zhu Qifang had to admit that the older, the wiser. Although this scheme was dangerous, if it really succeeded, not only could they preserve the Zhu family's current position, but they could also get rid of Su Xin. It was killing two birds with one stone.
Therefore, Zhu Qifang immediately sent his son, Zhu Yancheng, to personally find the 'Evil Slayer Monk' Jueyan.
Although they were both of the third generation of the Zhu family, Zhu Yancheng was much younger. He was only fifteen years old this year.
However, he was clever and was most suitable for this kind of task. Moreover, as a child, he would have a significant advantage in front of Jueyan.
After all, if an adult were to say these words, Jueyan might suspect that they were deliberately provoking him. However, if it was a child, it would undoubtedly make people less wary.
As the head of the three Buddhist temples, the Shaolin Temple had a very complicated structure. The most important ones were one pavilion, three halls, and four courtyards.
This pavilion was the Sutra Depository.
The three halls were the Arhat Hall, the Lecture Hall, and the Prajna Hall.
The four courtyards were the Dharma Hall, the Commandment Hall, the Medicine King Hall, and the Sarira Hall.
This Jueyan came from the Arhat Hall, which was the Warrior-monk Hall where the Shaolin Temple trained disciples who specialized in martial arts. Jueyan was in the early stage of the Divine Transformation Realm, so he was not qualified to be the head monk of the Arhat Hall. However, he was one of the chief instructors of the Warrior-monks of the Arhat Hall.
Ever since the Shaolin Temple gave up on the policy of recruiting secular disciples, the number of disciples accepted by the Shaolin Temple each year had decreased greatly.
Therefore, the experts of the various halls and courtyards would go down the mountain a few times every year to find some talented disciples and carefully train them. Although it was slow, they could guarantee the quality.
This was not the first time Jueyan had come to the Hannan and Xiangnan regions. He could still vaguely remember that a few secular disciples he had taught in the past were from the Hannan Path.
It was late at night, and Jueyan, who had hurried through the night, arrived at the Hannan Path. He knocked on the door of a random restaurant and shouted, "Waiter, bring some wine and five pounds of beef!"
At this time, there were very few guests in the hotel. When they heard this shout and turned around to look at the person who spoke, a few customers immediately paid their bills and left in a panic. There was no other reason other than that Elder Jueyan didn't seem like a good person.
Jueyan was tall and burly, nearly two meters tall. His face was full of muscles and a beard, and there was a hideous red scar at the corner of his eye. He carried a huge black Zhanmadao on his back, and a fierce aura assaulted everyone.
Although he had a bald head and a ring scar, he did not look like an enlightened monk. Instead, he looked like a traitorous monk who had rebelled against the Buddhist Sect.
Moreover, this fierce monk did not follow any rules at all. He actually wanted to drink and eat meat, breaking two rules in a row. There was definitely a problem!
However, they had wrongly accused Jueyan. He only drank and ate meat because he was used to it.
When the martial monks of the Shaolin Temple reached the Houtian Body Refining Realm, they had to consume large amounts of food to refine their essence into Qi and temper their bodies.
However, after reaching the Xiantian Realm, the essence from food was no longer of much help to the monk's physical cultivation. Therefore, the martial monks of the Shaolin Temple at this stage were all vegetarian.
Of course, the vegetables and rice they ate were all carefully cultivated by the Shaolin Temple. They contained spiritual energy, and the essence from them was many times more than that of the meat.
However, Jueyan was already used to drinking and eating meat when he was in the Houtian Realm. It was fine if he was in the Shaolin Temple, but outside, he did not intend to follow any rules.
The waiter carefully brought the wine and meat over to Jue Yan. Then, Jue Yan began to gorge himself with the wine and the meat.
Right at that moment, the restaurant's door was suddenly pushed open. A handsome young man walked in and actually knelt down in front of Jue Yan. With a series of banging sounds, he began to kowtow. In the time that Jue Yan was stunned, the young man had already kowtowed several times. His forehead was already red.
Jueyan frowned, and a powerful wave of Zhenqi wrapped around the young man. He asked, "Who are you, kid? Why are you kowtowing as soon as you come in? "
Needless to say, this young man was Zhu Qifang's son, Zhu Yancheng.
After Jueyan arrived at Hannan Road, he did not hide his whereabouts. Zhu Yancheng and his men easily found him, but he deliberately kept the others far away, so that he could meet Jueyan alone.
Now that he saw Jueyan help him up, Zhu Yancheng smiled inwardly. He had already completed most of the task that the old man had given him.
Although he was extremely excited, he revealed a sorrowful expression. "Master Jueyan, I have come to ask you to avenge my big brother and uncle!"
Surprised, Jueyan asked, "Who is your uncle?"
Zhu Yancheng said, "My uncle is the layman disciple who followed you to learn martial arts in the past. He is the Zhu Family Village Master, Zhu Zefang!"
After all, they had not been in contact for more than ten years. Jueyan had already forgotten what his former disciple looked like.
However, when Zhu Yancheng mentioned Zhu Zefang's name, Jueyan immediately reacted. After all, this disciple was once his favorite layman disciple.
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