"Is there such a thing?"
Du Jie, Du Nan, Abbot Kong Wen, and the other monks were dumbfounded. They even wondered if they were hallucinating, but then they were overjoyed.
Why didn't they think of this relationship?
"Greetings, Grand Uncle-Master. Thank you for your guidance."
The hundreds of monks, who had been shaken by Zhang Sanfeng's Tai Chi Lion Roar, were trembling all over and their Qi and blood were in chaos, but they were still standing. Like a wheat field swept by a gust of wind, they almost knelt down at the same time with an extremely pious expression.
Grand Uncle-Master Du E was extremely smart!
In such an adverse situation, he actually found a bright path for them.
Zhang Sanfeng directly became their Grand Uncle-Master. They were a family, so naturally, there was no concept of looting the Sutra Depository.
Without the looting of the Sutra Depository, it was their fault for coming to Wudang Mountain to threaten.
It was their fault. Wasn't it normal to take the initiative to admit their mistakes?
Moreover, in front of a peerless master like Grand Uncle-Master, there was no concept of shame. The more they thought about it, the more they felt that Du E's words were very reasonable.
"Please punish us, Grand Uncle-Master."
There was no need for Du E's signal at all. The monks who were still conscious said in unison.
Hit us!
Hit us as you wish!
Anyway, you are the Grand Uncle-Master. Hit us however you want. We will never fight back. There is no shame.
"Greetings, Grand Uncle-Master."
"Greetings, Grand Uncle-Master."
Du Jie, Du Nan, Abbot Kong Wen, and the other high-level Shaolin Temple also came to their senses and knelt down together with a look of incomparable respect.
They never thought that Du E would be able to make such a harsh statement.
Although everyone knew why the Shaolin Temple came to Wudang Mountain, with Du E's foreshadowing, at least there was a layer of fig leaf.
The Shaolin Temple had already knelt down and licked their boots, and they didn't want the martial arts manuals anymore. At least the Wudang Sect left this fig leaf to us, right?
"This is the deterrent power of Zhang Sanfeng. A sect with hundreds of years of inheritance is so scared that they are trembling in fear."
Huang Yaoshi and Hong Qigong both had bitter smiles on their faces. Their hearts were filled with yearning.
The strength of the Shaolin Temple could not be said to be weak. There were nearly a thousand disciples, and there were even senior monks from the previous generation. However, in the face of Zhang Sanfeng's deterrence, not only did they not dare to pursue the matter of the Sutras Depository, but they even took the initiative to apologize. They even dug up the ancient history and insisted that they had something to do with Zhang Sanfeng.
"If Master agrees to this relationship, won't we become Abbot Kong Wen's Martial Uncles?"
Song Yuanqiao and the others looked at each other with a hint of playfulness in their eyes.
In the past, when people like the Abbot of Shaolin Temple and the Sect Leader of Emei Pai came to celebrate his Master's birthday, because of Zhang Sanfeng's modesty, these people also accepted Zhang Sanfeng's personal greeting.
Now that they knew how powerful their master was, it was too late.
"I don't deserve to be your senior. This matter ends here."
The corner of Zhang Sanfeng's mouth twitched. He waved his sleeves and directly turned to enter the Purple Cloud Palace.
Unless the Shaolin Temple wanted to die, he would not destroy the Shaolin Temple.
However, the old monk Du E's words made him feel a little speechless.
He was too immoral!
"Thank you for your forgiveness, Martial Uncle."
Du E stood up respectfully.
This matter was finally over.
Moreover, with Zhang Sanfeng's current strength, it would be a little difficult for him to become his Martial Nephew.
"Martial Uncle, the disciples of Emei Pai, Mount Hua, and other sects should be at the foot of the mountain of the WuTang Pai."
Abbot Kong Wen bowed slightly, caught up with him, and reported.
Dead Taoist friends, immortal monks.
"Moreover, according to the rumors in Jianghu, the assassination in Dadu was done by the WuTang Pai and the Ming Cult."
"We, the lay disciples of the Shaolin Temple, reported that a 20,000-man cavalry of the Yuan Dynasty secretly entered Huguang Province. Their intentions are unknown."
The assassination in Dadu shook the entire world and the entire Jianghu.
Especially the people of the Jianghu. They couldn't believe what happened in Dadu.
A few mysterious experts actually set up a trap and wiped out the royal family of the Imperial Court in one fell swoop. Even Emperor Yuan died on the spot. This was too terrifying.
The people of the Jianghu actually had such terrifying power?
Although they didn't know who did it, the people of the Jianghu who were beaten up by Shen Wen, Zhang Sanfeng, Huang Yaoshi, and the others on Wudang Mountain were resentful and deliberately poured dirty water on Shen Wen, Zhang Sanfeng, and the others.
As soon as this rumor came out, many people of the Jianghu were skeptical, especially those who attended Zhang Sanfeng's 100th birthday. They had personally experienced the strength of Shen Wen, Zhang Sanfeng, and the others. After hearing the rumors, they even came to a conclusion in their hearts.
This matter was definitely related to Wudang Mountain.
"The Ming Cult also received the news, but they shouldn't be coming for Wudang Mountain. We speculate that it's the Imperial Court that was temporarily established in Dadu. They want to make a final struggle before they die."
"Because not only did a 20,000-man cavalry unit enter Huguang Province, but the other provinces also have an additional 10,000-man cavalry unit."
"The temporary Imperial Court should be planning to temporarily stabilize the situation and wait for the few lords with real power in the grassland to lead their troops south to take charge of the overall situation."
The White-browed Eagle and Yin Tianzheng explained.
"More people are coming?"
Huang Yaoshi sneered when he heard this.
He and Zhang Sanfeng had been in charge of stopping the Yuan Dynasty soldiers going south. They no longer specifically assassinated the generals. Instead, they circled the camps of the Yuan Dynasty soldiers and shot the ordinary Yuan Dynasty soldiers.
They flicked a thousand stones in the morning, a thousand stones in the afternoon, and a thousand stones in the evening. After that, they would cultivate.
The first group of ten thousand elite cavalrymen heading south was defeated by the two of them.
"Martial Granduncle, we, the Shaolin Temple, are also willing to listen to your orders. Please give us a chance to redeem ourselves."
Abbot Kong Wen's pupils constricted. His voice trembled slightly, but he was screaming crazily in his heart.
It was really this group of people who did it!
They were too bold to interfere with the rise and fall of a dynasty.
If something unexpected happened, the Imperial Court would send 100,000 soldiers to surround Wudang Mountain. No matter how powerful Zhang Sanfeng was, he would be killed …
Hiss!
The Yuan Dynasty soldiers really couldn't do anything to Zhang Sanfeng!
Zhang Sanfeng was invincible.
With Zhang Sanfeng's strength, it was easy for him to sneak into the camp. Then, he could use the Tai Chi Lion Roar Skill to kill at least one or two thousand Yuan Dynasty soldiers.
If he shouted once a day, the 100,000 soldiers would probably lose their morale when they reached Wudang Mountain.
"Martial Uncle, please lead us. My two junior fellow apprentices and I formed the King Kong Demon Subduing Circle. Even if 32 top masters joined forces, they still couldn't break this circle."
Du E also came to his senses. He trotted all the way to Zhang Sanfeng and quickly promoted himself.
If the Shaolin Temple also participated in the overthrow of the Yuan Dynasty, what they did today would be a wise decision. Buddha would also praise them in their dreams.
"Well …"
Zhang Sanfeng was lost in thought. He was a little tempted.
Among the three people, one was at the early stage of the Connate Realm, and the other two were half-step to the Connate Realm. With the help of the Red Electric Bull meat, they would be three masters of the Connate Realm.
If they formed the King Kong Demon Subduing Circle, it was enough to deal with a 1,000-man cavalry unit. It was especially suitable for covering the rear.
He and Huang Yaoshi needed to stop the grassland army from the south. In the Central Plains, there was only one Connate Realm master, Hong Qigong, in charge.
Although the White-browed Eagle, Yin Tianzheng, and Zhang Cuishan were enough to deal with the masters of various sects, the masters of the Connate Realm could even sneak into the palace. It was very easy for them to assassinate the officials and generals in a city.
If the Shaolin Temple joined, not only would they have three Connate Realm masters, but they would also have nearly a thousand monks who practiced martial arts. The power they could mobilize would be greatly increased.
*****
At the same time, at the foot of Wudang Mountain.
Emei Sect's Master Miejue Shitai, Huashan Sect's Master Xianyu Tong, Kunlun Sect's Master He Taichong, Kongtong Sect's Five Elders, and the masters of the four major sects were stationed at the foot of the mountain. Everyone's face was cold as they stared at the peak where the Wudang Sect was located.
When they heard that the Shaolin Temple had three Divine Monks of the "Du" generation and that they were going to fight the Wudang Sect together, they also gathered the top forces of their respective sects.
If the Shaolin Temple was ransacked, they would not be spared.
However, they did not dare to say anything. Now that the Shaolin Temple was taking the lead, they might be able to reap the benefits.
When the Shaolin Temple and the Wudang Sect were both injured, they would go and clean up the mess.
By then, the Wudang Sect and the Shaolin Temple would be greatly weakened, and the strength of the six major sects would be balanced.
"Zhang Sanfeng, just you wait. I will kill you. Kill you."
Huashan Sect's Master Xianyu Tong gritted his teeth and said. A vicious cold light flashed in his eyes.
Although he was the Master of Huashan Sect, one of the six major sects, he was fond of women and abandoned them many times. Who knew that when he went back this time, he found that he could not do it and did not have any reaction at all.
During the battle of Zhang Sanfeng's 100th birthday, when Zhang Sanfeng swung him, he used too much strength and injured his waist. He was broken by his opponent.
"Man in green, I want you to die today."
Kunlun Sect's Master He Taichong's eyes also flashed with a cold light. When Zhang Sanfeng swung Huashan Sect's Master Xianyu Tong, he was still merciful. Huang Yaoshi did not have the slightest scruple and swung him freely.
He was even more miserable than Xianyu Tong. His waist was in so much pain that he could not move. He was so angry that he killed three concubines before he could calm down.
"It's almost time to go up."
Emei Sect's Shitai Miejue said expressionlessly.
Shaolin Temple had been up there for two hours. With the hatred between the two sects, they might have already killed each other.
This was the best time to go.
"If we don't go now, then when?"
As soon as Shitai Miejue's voice faded, the other sect's Masters nodded one after another. A fire flashed in the depths of their eyes.
The Wudang Sect had looted the martial arts of various sects, including the divine skills of the six major sects. This time, if they took the opportunity to snatch one or two superior martial arts, they might become a first-class sect on the same level as the six major sects. They would have a legacy of hundreds of years and their names would be recorded in history.
"Destroy Wudang, save Shaolin!"
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