There will always be some need to show off in life, Song Xuan has it, and so does the so-called Eight-Armed Nezha Chu Yishui.
Especially after hearing the voices from all around trying to stop the fight or making a fuss, Chu Yishui's eagerness to show off became even more impatient.
Why did he rush to Juxian Village after receiving the hero post from the grassland outside the Great Wall? Isn't it just to make a name for himself in the martial arts world of the Central Plains?
They say they got together to discuss how to deal with Qiao Feng, but what does that have to do with Uncle Chu?
Who is Qiao Feng? No matter how outsiders accuse him of being a scum and a traitor, his cultivation level as a top master is no joke. Even if he wants to fight in a group, it won’t be his turn with Chu Yishui’s small talent. The warrior takes action.
He came here just to join in the fun and gain fame. He didn't dare to mess with Qiao Feng, but he paid attention to the young people in front of him as soon as they walked in.
After his careful analysis, he came to the conclusion: he can afford it!
Don't ask why he can afford to provoke him, but who is the most powerful master who leads three beautiful girls when he goes out?
After observing for a moment and confirming that there were no elders following them, he decisively regarded Song Xuan and others as stepping stones that he could step on to gain fame.
So from the beginning, he didn't say hello with the intention of making friends at all. Both his words and his eyes were full of unabashed provocation.
Song Xuan pondered for a moment. He was also a human being, and occasionally he would try to show off, but the person in front of him was too low-level to attract his interest.
Therefore, he was too lazy to talk nonsense. He raised his hand and waved. Before Chu Yishui even realized what happened, his eyes went dark and the person was already hung on the wall with the word "big" imprinted on it.
This scene was so sudden that the onlookers didn't even know what was happening, but the warrior's instinct drove them to retreat quickly, instantly vacating the area around Song Xuan.
"What just happened?"
"I don't know. With a wave of the Taoist Master's hand, Chu Yishui climbed up the wall!"
"The Taoist Master is awesome!"
"No wonder they say that Taoist priests, monks, women and children are the hardest to offend in the world, and it turns out so when I see them today!"
"Chu Yishui, a Tatar from outside the Great Wall, probably doesn't know the taboos of our Central Plains martial arts community. Now he's hitting the wall!"
While everyone was talking, a group of monks came over like a tide, led by two old monks.
The two old monks did not speak, but first came to the wall, looked at the eight-armed Nezha hanging on the wall, and then stretched out a finger to press the other's pulse.
After a moment, one of the old monks shook his head helplessly: "The meridians are broken and the internal organs are broken. I am not good at medical skills, but there is nothing I can do."
Another old monk said: "Senior brother can't save me, but there is Doctor Xue in the village, why not ask him to give it a try?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the voice of Divine Doctor Xue coming from the hall, "Although I am known as the enemy of the King of Hell, I can't cure such a person who is already dead!"
"Amitabha!"
The two old monks clasped their hands together and chanted the name of the Buddha, with sad faces on their faces, as if they were grieving for the death of Chu Yishui.
One of the old monks turned around and stared at Song Xuan with burning eyes, "I wonder which Taoist sect you are, poor monk Xuanji?"
Song Xuan flicked the fly whisk and said calmly: "Xuanmen Tianzong, the Taoist name is Xuantian!"
The two old monks looked at each other after hearing this, with a bit of fear in their eyes. It was obvious that they had heard of the name of Xuanmen Tianzong.
"It turns out to be Taoist Master Xuantian!"
The old monk Xuanji clasped his hands together and proclaimed the Buddha's name again, "Amitabha, the relationship between the Taoist Priest and the Master Chu is nothing more than a verbal dispute. If there is a slight misunderstanding, he will directly kill him. The method is too cruel, right?"
"A verbal dispute?"
Song Xuan laughed, "You can still tell whether it's a misunderstanding or a deliberate attempt to find trouble with Pindao. If you want to gain fame by stepping on Pindao, you have to be prepared to be stepped on to death."
The old monk Xuanji was silent for a moment, communicated in a low voice with several monks beside him, and soon understood the truth.
"Taoist Priest, Patron Chu may have bad intentions, but his crime will not lead to death, right? With Taoist Priest's cultivation, he should be a master-level expert. Why should he be as knowledgeable as a junior?
If the Taoist priest doesn't like him, he can just injure him and drive him away. Why must he take his life? "
Song Xuan chuckled and said: "Master, don't you understand? Once he enters the world, everything will be wandering. Since he planted the cause first, he has to bear the result.
If he can bear it, he will live; if he cannot bear it, he will die!
This sentence is also suitable for the master. If you want to stand up for him and establish a relationship with Pindao, then you have to see if your Shaolin can withstand the consequences returned by Pindao! "
The veins on the backs of Xuanji's clasped hands were bulging. Although his face was calm, anger was already rising in his heart.
But he still suppressed it, and after looking at each other with his junior brother Xuan Nan, he let out a long sigh.
"Well, the martial arts world has been troubled recently. The heroes gathered this time to discuss how to get rid of the evil thief Xiao Feng. The Taoist leader has already killed him, so he must have calmed down, right?
So, how about we discuss the business first? "
Juxianzhuang belongs to Shaolin's sphere of influence. This time the heroes gathered, Shaolin was considered the host. Song Xuan killed people here, and it was actually Shaolin's face.
If it were anyone else who would kill someone so openly in front of the Shaolin monks, Xuanji would definitely let him know what the devil-subduing Vajra is and what the power of Buddhism cannot be insulted.
But when Song Xuan made a move just now, even though it was just a glimpse, Xuan Ji could still tell that Taoist Xuantian was extremely powerful and was definitely a master-level being.
As for what level he belongs to among the masters, it is difficult to judge for the time being because the other party takes action too quickly.
But this was enough. One was the dead innate warrior Chu Yishui, and the other was the living mysterious martial arts master. He knew very well how to choose.
The words he just said were just to show his attitude in front of all the martial arts heroes. It wasn't that Shaolin didn't want to uphold justice. It was because Taoist Xuantian was very powerful and they would have to deal with the evil thief Xiao Feng together in the future.
The martial arts world is in a troubled time. Under such circumstances, it is really difficult to make many strong enemies, so it is better to unite with the outside world first.
Sure enough, many people in the martial arts world agreed with Xuan Ji's statement.
"Master is right. The top priority now is to discuss how to deal with Xiao Feng, the evil thief who killed his father, mother and master. Taoist Xuantian and Chu Yishui have a personal grudge. There is no need to get entangled in it."
"Master is too kind and doesn't want to see people die. How can there be no death in the world?"
"That's right, no one can tell what Chu Yishui had in mind. Even the old Jianghu people present can't tell. His death was not unjust at all."
"That's right, as Taoist Master Xuantian said, once you enter the world, you will be surrounded by drifters. If you want to step on others and rise to the top, you have to be prepared to die. If you don't have the ability to bear the consequences, it's best not to use your wrong thoughts!"
Listening to the discussions around him, the old monk Xuanji had a kind look on his face.
"Amitabha, you are so good. I wonder what Donor Xuantian thinks?"
