"This … this … this …"
In the main hall of the Purple Cloud Palace, Song Yuanqiao, White-browed Eagle, Yin Tianzheng, and Hong Qigong were all dumbfounded. They wanted to say something, but they felt as if their necks were being strangled.
This was a bug!
They all knew that Zhang Sanfeng was strong, but this was too strong.
"It must be because Master's strength has improved too quickly after entering All Heavens College."
Among the Seven Heroes of Wudang, Zhang Sanfeng's fourth disciple, Zhang Songxi, who was the smartest, had some guesses.
When their master was celebrating his 100th birthday, he was not as strong as he was now. Now, with just one shout, nearly a thousand monks were trembling.
"Wow! Great Master is so powerful!"
Zhang Wuji and the other third-generation disciples of the Wudang Clan were the first to come back to their senses, and they all screamed excitedly.
They did not understand what Zhang Sanfeng's shout meant. They only knew that when Zhang Sanfeng's voice came, many of the fierce-looking monks of the Shaolin Temple were so scared that they rolled on the ground.
"This is the first time I've seen Master so domineering."
In front of the main hall of the Purple Cloud Palace, Zhang Cuishan looked at Zhang Sanfeng, who was like a banished immortal, with a face full of admiration.
This was his master. No matter where he went, he would always blossom with an unconcealable brilliance.
"Phew! It's okay, it's okay. I'm fine. Zhang Zhenren is too abnormal."
Huang Yaoshi, who was behind Zhang Sanfeng, breathed a long sigh of relief. His eyelids kept twitching as he comforted himself.
"I don't know why, but I kind of miss Ouyang Feng."
Huang Yaoshi felt a lot calmer when he thought of the scene where he beat Ouyang Feng to a pulp.
"I'm a student of All Heavens College, and I'm also the head teacher of the beginner class. If you really can't recognize the situation …"
Zhang Sanfeng stood with his hands clasped behind his back. His long white hair fluttered without wind, and his neat and simple Taoist robe also fluttered in the wind. His face was expressionless as he swept his gaze over the crowd of Shaolin Temple monks. His eyes were incomparably deep.
If he was still the old Zhang Sanfeng of the Wudang Clan, he might find a way to solve this peacefully.
Unfortunately, he was not now.
He was now a student of All Heavens College and the head teacher of the beginner class appointed by the Dean.
If he backed down in front of a mere Shaolin Temple, what would All Heavens College?
How could he be worthy of the Dean's care?
"About my Master, the Shaolin Temple has never given a positive statement."
The Shaolin Shaolin Shaolin Temple, and the grudge between Shaolin Shaolin Shaolin the past had been between him and Shaolin Shaolin Shaolin Temple.
His master, Jueyuan, had been forced to death by the Shaolin Temple. Before he rose to power, he had also been pursued by the Shaolin Temple for a period of time.
Moreover, he had heard from Zhang Cuishan that the Dean had told Zhang Cuishan about his future.
If it wasn't for the appearance of All-Heavens Academy, Zhang CuiShan and Yin SuSu would have committed suicide under the coercion of the major Sects led by the Shaolin Temple during his 100th birthday.
His grand disciple, Zhang Wuji, would have been seriously injured and tortured.
He himself, his third disciple, Yu DaiYan, and his fifth disciple's family were all indebted to the Dean.
Strictly speaking, the entire Wudang Clan was indebted to the Dean.
The Red Electric Bull meat was a treasure that only the students of All Heavens College could exchange for. However, Shen Wen did not restrict him from giving it to his disciples.
Otherwise, if Song Yuanqiao and Yu LianZhou wanted to reach the peak of Lesser Heaven stage, it would take them at least ten to twenty years, or even longer.
"Gulp ~"
The monks of the Shaolin Temple who could still stand looked terrified. Their pupils shrank as if they had seen the most terrifying existence in the world.
If it were not for the fear that made their legs go soft, they might have run away.
How could a person be so strong?
One against a thousand?
No!
Yes, he could sweep away a thousand troops, and ten thousand troops would flee.
Zhang Sanfeng was a real enemy of a thousand people, and ten thousand people would flee.
Hearing this, nearly a thousand monks were almost torn apart. They wished that everything in front of them was just a nightmare, and that they could wake up sooner.
"What should we do?"
Abbot Kong Wen, Kong Xing, Kong Zhi, these famous Shaolin monks, even Du Jie and Du Nan of the Three Duans, all looked at Du E in shock.
Zhang Sanfeng asked Du E to reorganize his words.
The life and death of the Shaolin Temple, as well as the life and death of nearly a thousand Shaolin Temple monks, all depended on Du E's next sentence.
"Martial Uncle, you must think about what to say."
Abbot Kong Wen, Kong Xing, and Kong Zhi, the younger generation, felt their hearts thumping. Their faces were pale, and their limbs were not listening to their commands. They were trembling slightly, and the intensity of their trembling increased.
Revenge?
Threaten the Wudang Mountain and make the Wudang Clan yield?
Make the Wudang Clan suffer?
Who said this? How could they not know?
"Senior Brother, the fate of the Shaolin Temple depends on your next words."
Even with the temperament of Du Jie and Du Nan, at this time, they were anxious, afraid that Du E would say something wrong.
At this time, they did not have a trace of confidence, only endless shock and horror.
Zhang Sanfeng's strength was beyond their imagination. He had reached the legendary realm, where he could suppress the whole Shaolin Temple alone.
"Maybe only Patriarch Bodhidharma can be a match for him if he comes back from the dead."
"I …"
Under the gazes of the crowd of monks that were mixed with anxiety, fear, expectation and other complex emotions, under the deep and serene gazes of Zhang Sanfeng, Huang Yaoshi and the others, Du E's bean-sized sweat droplets continuously slid down his forehead at a speed visible to the naked eye. His only eye was covered with blood vessels, as if it was about to fall out.
In less than ten breaths, the ground in front of him was wet with sweat.
Du E could feel the coldness of Zhang Sanfeng. As long as what he said next was not in line with Zhang Sanfeng's expectations.
The nearly a thousand monks on the mountain might not be able to go down.
If these nearly a thousand monks all died, the Shaolin Temple would only exist in name.
In order to make the Wudang Sect yield, they had brought all the masters of the Shaolin Temple, leaving only a group of ordinary disciples and several second-rate masters. They were just pretending to prevent someone from going up the mountain to steal.
Du E did not know how long it had been. With every breath, his body seemed to be pressed by a huge stone, which made him more and more breathless.
In the end, Du E even felt that his breathing was stagnant, and his vision was a little blurred.
If they directly admitted defeat, the Shaolin Temple would become the laughing stock of the world. Even hundreds of years could not wash away this shame.
However, if they resisted, it would not take hundreds of years, but only dozens of breaths, the nearly a thousand monks of the Shaolin Temple might be buried on Wudang Mountain.
"Du E pays his respects to Uncle Master."
Under such a huge pressure, Du E's mind was like an ore that was pressed to the extreme, and the essence of it was refined. With a flop, he knelt on the ground and kowtowed.
Yes!
We are on the same side, we are on the same side!
There is no need to be so serious. Everything can be discussed.
Although Zhang Sanfeng's master, Jueyuan, was just an ordinary monk in the Sutra Depository Pavilion, Jueyuan was really a monk of the Wu generation, and the monks of the Wu generation were of the same generation as their Martial Ancestor.
Zhang Sanfeng was Jueyuan's disciple, so naturally he was of the same generation as their master. There was nothing wrong with him being their Uncle Master.
"Uncle Master, the Shaolin Temple has hurt your heart, and we have always regretted it. This time, I brought the monks of the Shaolin Temple to apologize for what happened in the past."
"I know that you are broad-minded and magnanimous, and you have already let go of the past, but we can't."
"In order to let you show up and give us a chance to apologize to you in person, I came up with this plan and said such disgraceful words. It is all my fault."
Du E's single eye flashed with an indescribable expression. As he spoke, he really felt regretful and wished he could go back in time.
If Zhang Sanfeng was still a disciple of the Shaolin Temple, their Shaolin Temple would have a second Patriarch Bodhidharma.
"As for the Sutra Depository Pavilion, it is nothing. It is right and proper for Uncle Master to take your own things."
"But there is no need for Uncle Master to trouble himself. If you want to see the 72 Ultimate Skills of the Shaolin Temple, just let me know. I will personally deliver the secret manual to the Wudang Mountain."
Du E waved his hand at the stunned monks behind him.
"Du Jie and Du Nan greet Uncle Master. Kong Wen, Kong Xing, Kong Zhi, come and greet your Martial Granduncle Master."
Zhang Sanfeng was already a god. They could not afford to offend him, they could not afford to offend him at all.
"This is your Great Martial Granduncle Zhang Sanfeng, a living legend of the martial arts world. It is your life's honor to be able to see your Great Martial Granduncle Master."
"Just now, it was your Great Martial Granduncle Master who taught you. Quickly thank him."
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