While they were talking, the little Taoist boy came in and reported: "The master of Emei, Miejie Shitai, led his disciples to pay homage to the master."
Hearing the name of Emei, there was a sudden silence in the hall, and everyone looked outside the door.
When the woman entered the door first, I saw that she was about fifty years old, with a frosty face, and she was quite beautiful. However, her two eyebrows were drooping, and her face became extremely strange, almost like a stage. The smell of hanged ghost.
She is tall in stature and has a formidable demeanor. Although she is a woman, she is half a head taller than an ordinary man.
Many people present recognized him as the third-generation leader of the Emei Sect, Miejie Shitai.
Behind her were a group of Emei disciples, all dressed in plain clothes and with solemn expressions that were intimidating.
The birthday gift presented by the Emei Sect, in addition to sixteen-colored precious jade articles, also included a bright red brocade Taoist robe, embroidered with a hundred different Chinese characters for "longevity" in gold thread, which required a lot of effort.
Master Miejie said to Zhang Sanfeng, "This is embroidered by ten female disciples of the Emei sect."
Zhang Sanfeng was very happy and said with a smile: "The female knight-errant of Emei is famous all over the world for her boxing and sword skills, but now I have come to embroider this birthday robe for the old Taoist. That is really precious."
Miejie nodded, but said no more, stepped aside and sat down.
Yu Lianzhou saw everyone's expressions, looked at each other with Song Xing, and thought to himself: "I wonder what kind of support they are still waiting for? It's just because Master doesn't like the excitement, so he didn't invite any of his close friends from the Wudang Sect in advance, otherwise he wouldn't have ended up like this. Outnumbered and isolated.”
However, since the Wudang Sect gained momentum thirty years ago, although it has no ambition to dominate the world, it has inherited Zhang Sanfeng's arrogance and domineering style from top to bottom. Even if the other five major sects join forces with Wudang, the Wudang Sect will not show any fear.
All Wudang disciples should devote their souls to the path of practice, work tirelessly day and night, and have no thought of life or death, so as to reach the pinnacle of martial arts together!
If you encounter anyone who blocks your way or seeks a fight, you must have a heart that is fearless and ruthless, as it means that they are gods, Buddhas, demons, and demons, and you must kill them with all your might to prove that Wudang is invincible!
So even though more and more people gathered in Zixiao Palace, everyone in Wudang headed by Zhang Sanfeng all looked calm.
At this point, everyone can see that Zhang Sanfeng's 100th birthday will be accompanied by the flash of swords, so they are all ready for a fight to the death.
Just when a few people were secretly preparing to take action, a Buddha's call came from outside the door: "Amitabha!"
This Buddha's name was clearly transmitted to everyone's eardrums. It was clear and bright. It seemed to be coming from a distance, but it sounded like it was coming from nearby.
Zhang Sanfeng said with a smile: "It turns out Zen Master Kongwen of the Shaolin Sect has arrived. Please welcome him quickly."
The voice outside the door said: "Abbot Kong Wen of Shaolin Temple, together with his junior disciples Kong Zhi and Kong Xing, as well as his disciples, wish Master Zhang eternal happiness."
Kongwen, Kongzhi, and Kongxing are among the four great monks of Shaolin. Master Kongjian has passed away, and the other three monks have all arrived.
The Seven Heroes of Wudang looked at each other and felt more and more that the people sent by Shaolin were not good.
After all, Zhang Sanfeng could be regarded as a Shaolin traitor at the beginning, and later he established a separate division between Wudang and Shaolin. From Shaolin's perspective, he naturally had no favorable impression of Wudang.
But they didn't expect that after Zhang Sanfeng's birthday, they would send out a hero invitation and hold a hero's banquet at the Yellow Crane Tower in Wuchang.
Unexpectedly, Shaolin had thought of this, and in the name of celebrating his birthday, he gathered his troops and rushed up the mountain, catching the Wudang sect by surprise.
He Taichong, the head of the Kunlun Sect, said: "I have admired the name of Shaolin monk Qing for a long time, and I am lucky enough to meet him today. It is really a worthwhile trip."
Another deeper voice outside the door said: "This one must be Mr. He, the head of Kunlun. Nice to meet you, nice to meet you! Mr. Zhang, it's really disrespectful for me to be late to express my birthday wishes."
Zhang Sanfeng said: "There are many guests gathered on Wudang Mountain today. The old Taoist has only lived a hundred years in vain, so he dares to trouble the jade toes of three divine monks?"
The four of them were separated by several doors, each using their inner strength to answer each other's questions, as if they were talking to each other.
Zhang Sanfeng led his disciples to greet him, and saw three divine monks leading nine monks, walking slowly to the front of Zixiao Palace.
Although Zhang Sanfeng and Kong Wen were both great masters in the martial arts world, they had never met each other.
In terms of age, Zhang Sanfeng was thirty or forty years older than them.
He was born in Shaolin, and if he followed his master, Master Jue Yuan, he would be two generations ahead of Kong Wen and others.
However, he was not ordained as a monk in the Shaolin Temple, nor did he formally learn martial arts from the Shaolin monks. At present, everyone treats each other as equals.
Master Kong Wen’s white eyebrows drooped, covering his eyes, like an Arhat with long eyebrows; Master Kong Xing’s body was majestic and his appearance was majestic; Master Kong Zhi’s face was grim, with the corners of his mouth drooping.
Song Yuanqiao secretly wondered, he was quite proficient in the art of fortune telling, and thought to himself: "If an ordinary person has the appearance of Master Kongzhi, if his life is not short, he will surely suffer misfortune. How come he not only enjoys a long life, but also becomes a martial artist?" The master we all look up to?"
Zhang Sanfeng welcomed Kong Wen and others into the main hall. He Taichong, Miejie Shitai, Kongtong Five Elders and others came forward to meet each other, expressing admiration to each other and exchanging polite words.
The three eminent monks Kongwen, Kongzhi and Kongxing sat down and drank a cup of tea.
Kong Wen said: "Master Zhang, the poor monk is your descendant in terms of age and seniority. Apart from paying birthdays today, I shouldn't have mentioned anything else. But as the leader of the Shaolin sect, the poor monk has a few words to say to his predecessors. Tell me frankly, please don’t take offense from Master Zhang.”
Zhang Sanfeng nodded and said straight to the point: "Are these three eminent monks here for my fifth disciple, Zhang Cuishan?"
Kong Wen clasped his hands together and said, "Yes, our sect's senior brother Kong Jian was compassionate and virtuous throughout his life and had no disputes with others. However, he was tragically killed by the Golden Retriever Lion King Xie Xun. I heard that Zhang Wuxia knew the whereabouts of the man named Xie and asked Zhang Wuxia for instructions. "
Zhang Cuishan said loudly: "Master Kongwen, Zhang Cuishan has been trained by his teacher all his life. Although he is stupid, he dare not lie. I don't hide where Xie Xun is. The younger generation also knows it. But I am the most important person in the martial arts." The word "righteousness" can break Zhang Cuishan's head and splatter blood. I will never reveal the whereabouts of my sworn brother. This matter has nothing to do with my mentor, and it has nothing to do with my fellow disciples. It is only Zhang Cuishan who is responsible."
Kong Wen frowned slightly and recited: "Amitabha!" He thought to himself: "His words seem to be true. How should I deal with this?"
Although he came for Xie Xun's whereabouts, with Zhang Sanfeng in front, he could not capture Zhang Cuishan and torture him severely.
Zhang Sanfeng said nothing while seeing nothing, and looked at the heads of the various factions such as Miejie Shitai, He Taichong and others one by one, "You all came to Wudang Mountain, are you all here for the whereabouts of Xie Xun?"
He Taichong shook the folding fan in his hand and said: "The real person misunderstood. I just happened to meet him. I heard about the real person's birthday and came to pay my respects. As for Xie Xun, he killed two disciples of my Kunlun sect in Wangpan Mountain ten years ago. As the leader, I naturally want to seek justice for them."
In order to lure Cheng Kun out, Xie Xun went on a killing spree in the Jianghu. Strictly speaking, at least half of the Jianghu sects here had their relatives and friends die in his hands.
This was also the reason why he chose not to go back to China even though he could have done so, because he was afraid of involving Zhang Cuishan and Yin Susu.
Zhang Sanfeng looked at Master Jue again, and Master Jue said bitterly: "Twelve years ago, Fang Ping of Jinguachui in Kaifeng, Henan Province was suddenly murdered one night, and the words 'The murderer Hunyuan Thunderbolt Hand Cheng Kunye' was left on the wall." A bloody word!"
Zhang Sanfeng asked in confusion: "That Fang Ping, who is the Master?"
Mie Mie said: "He is the biological brother of the poor nun."
Zhang Sanfeng could only keep silent.
His biological brother was killed, and there was a blood feud. No wonder Miejie, who had almost no contact with Wudang, would personally bring the Yitian Sword to Zixiao Palace.
