I asked you to play the dungeon, but you are here to raise the BOSS?

Wudang Mountain

At that time, Wudang did not seem to have as many broken rules as in later generations.

For example, the Jiejian Pond, where all kings, princes, generals and ministers had to "put down their swords and dismount their horses to show respect"...

At that time, it was just an ordinary pond with many frogs singing in it.

It is possible that there were groups of tadpoles looking for their mothers in it.

I don't know if Zhang Sanfeng has ever thought that if people come here one day and don't take down their swords, it would be disrespectful to him and an enemy of Wudang.

Lin Xuan estimated that it might be because after Zhu Di, the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty, worshipped the Zhenwu Emperor in Wudang and established the Royal Dojo, he combined mythology with Wudang.

Therefore, both Wudang Sect and Zhang Sanfeng were given a halo and had to appear superior.

"My Wudang Sect is not seeing guests for the time being. Please leave."

Lin Xuan and Huang Rong went up the mountain. As soon as they entered the gate of Wudang Sect, two Taoists holding swords flashed out from behind the rocks and blocked them.

Seeing the appearance of Lin Xuan and the others, the Taoist priest on the left was slightly startled, and changed his words: "My Wudang has picturesque scenery. You and your wife can also visit other main peaks. It will be worthwhile."

"Thank you for your kindness, but we are here to find Master Zhang for something."

Huang Rong seemed a little happy, and said with a smile: "You can inform them that the current head of Emei, Huang Rong, is here to visit."

"This..."

The two Taoist priests were shocked: "We heard that the head of Emei is Master Miejue. I don't know when..."

"Miejue passed the position of head to me. This is the token of the head of Emei."

Huang Rong thought about it, and took off the black iron token exclusive to the head of Emei from her waist, with a slightly impatient look: "Wudang and Emei are both righteous martial arts. If I were to impersonate, why would I tell such a lie that would be exposed at the first poke?"

This black iron token was left by the former Emei ancestor.

There is a peach blossom and a sword engraved on it.

The founder of Emei did not explain the meaning, and Nun Miejue did not dare to speculate.

But the secret code of the Emei disciples was to choose one of these two things. This time, the sword was chosen for the expedition to Guangmingding.

Over time, this token of the leader became well known in the world.

"My master has been in seclusion since the year before last, and it has been more than a year. The disciples of our sect have not seen him for a long time."

The two Taoists took the black iron token with both hands, looked at the material and found it was impossible to forge it. They were shocked and returned the token to Huang Rong: "My Wudang uncles and uncles are now allied with your sect and have not returned from the expedition to the Ming Cult. I wonder why Master Huang came here?"

"Hasn't come back yet?"

Huang Rong frowned slightly: "Is there really something wrong with the Wudang sect?"

"To Master Huang, in fact, a Shaolin monk came here earlier and said the same thing..."

The two Taoists looked a little confused: "The first and second uncles are both top masters in the world, so is the Ming Cult so powerful?"

"A Shaolin monk came here?"

Lin Xuan frowned slightly: "Is that man called Gangxiang?"

"This..., that master calls himself 'Kongxiang'."

The Taoist on the right was a little flustered and answered subconsciously.

"Kong Xiang? Oh, that person should really call himself 'Kong Xiang'."

Lin Xuan nodded: "Where is that person now?"

According to the original plot, Zhao Min did send a master of the Vajra Sect, "Gang Xiang", disguised as a Shaolin monk to Wudang, pretending to ask Zhang Sanfeng for help.

Then, taking advantage of Zhang Sanfeng's unpreparedness, he hit his lower abdomen with the superimposed palm power of the Vajra Prajna Palm, causing him serious injuries.

Afterwards, he was also killed by Zhang Sanfeng's backhand palm.

But now, the level of martial arts in this plane has obviously improved a lot...

In theory, this little trick should be of no use to Zhang Sanfeng.

However, Zhao Min is also famous for not caring about the lives of his subordinates.

Lin Xuan is not sure whether Zhao Min is planning to give a head for fun or has some strange ideas.

"Master Kongxiang has talked with the third uncle, and now he has left Zixiao Palace with the third uncle and headed to the back mountain... Hmm?"

The Taoist suddenly realized: "Could it be that the master is also here to find the ancestor?"

"Let's go and take a look."

Lin Xuan nodded, took Huang Rong's hand, and jumped forward: "I will follow the rules, please don't blame me."

"Hmm?"

The two Taoists only felt a flash before their eyes, and the figures of Lin Xuan and Huang Rong seemed to melt into the air and disappeared without a trace.

"This..., is this an enemy attack?"

The Taoist on the left was shocked and hesitated.

"Is the head of Emei leading people to attack our Wudang?"

The Taoist on the right was shocked: "The ancestor said that we must be more courteous when we meet Emei disciples. You directly regard the head of Emei as an enemy, which is not good..."

"What should we do? Just let it go?"

"I don't think it's a big problem. These two people are obviously looking for the ancestor. Who else in the world can hurt him?"

"That's true..."

The two Taoists discussed for a few words, hid behind the stone again, and became guards with peace of mind.

For Zhang Sanfeng, the entire Wudang sect has an almost blind confidence.

***

Wudang Back Mountain

The small courtyard where Zhang Sanfeng retreated and practiced meditation is deep in the back mountain of Wudang.

The bamboos are dense and green, and the wind blows the bamboo leaves.

From time to time, there are birds and insects interspersed in it. It is not the kind of quiet and silent that most masters pursue when they retreat.

Instead, there is a sense of letting things take their course and doing what one wants.

"Master Kongxing just said that the Shaolin family suffered a catastrophe that has not been seen in thousands of years? Even masters like the monk Kongxing were martyred on the spot?"

In the small courtyard surrounded by dust and fallen leaves, Zhang Sanfeng lowered his head slightly, looked at Kong Xing's head on the table, and sighed softly.

This peerless master who is famous all over the world only has a beard like silver, a tall figure, and a breath that is deep and unrevealing. He looks ordinary.

Wearing only a dirty gray preaching robe, he seemed to be just an old Taoist traveling on the roadside, without any so-called noble demeanor.

Not far away, Yu Daiyan was lying on a soft chair, staring blankly at Kongxing's head with a somewhat sad expression.

"Exactly! The demon sect launched a surprise attack. From the abbot, senior brother Kongwen and down, some of them died fighting in the monastery, or others were defeated and captured. Only the young monk managed to escape."

Nakong Xiang knelt on the ground and cried loudly: "Now the demon sect's group is coming to Wudang. The survival and disgrace of the Central Plains martial arts world all depends on the hands of Zhenren Zhang."

"Master Kong Xiang, you have really worked hard on this trip."

Zhang Sanfeng was silent for a moment, with a strange look in his eyes, and stretched out his hands to support each other: "Shaolin Wudang is a family, and this revenge must be avenged..."

"Thank you Master Zhang!"

The moment Zhang Sanfeng bent over, Kong Xiang revealed a sinister smile, raised his palms, and slapped Zhang Sanfeng on the lower abdomen.

Kong Xiang gave a sharp shout, exerted all his strength, and used Vajra Prajna Palm, urging the palm power towards him continuously.

"Master, be careful!"

When Yu Daiyan suddenly saw this change, he was stunned and struggled violently in the soft chair for a few times.

The pain lies in being disabled and unable to help.

The two little Taoist boys Qingfeng Mingyue were completely confused and didn't know what to do.

"Don't panic. Although this master's external skills are somewhat impressive, his internal strength is very superficial. This Vajra Prajna Palm is of no use."

"As soon as this master saw me, he had murderous intentions. I was still a little confused, fearing that I would make a mistake in my judgment and blame a good person for nothing."

At this moment, Zhang Sanfeng's old and soft voice sounded: "It turns out that the master is actually a descendant of the Vajra Sect in the Western Regions. He has a bit of the cruel and tyrannical temperament of Huo Gong Tutuo."

"ah?"

Gang Xiang turned pale in shock, subconsciously raised his head and looked at his hands.

At some point, a layer of purple gas as thin as cicada wings appeared between his hands and Zhang Sanfeng's body.

There is no rebound of palm force, no battle of energy.

There wasn't even a ripple on Zhang Sanfeng's protective aura.

And once his overbearing Prajna Palm power touches Gang Qi, it disappears without a trace like a mud cow entering the sea.

"This, this..."

Gang Xiang could hardly believe his eyes, and his whole person fell into a sluggish state.

If this old and cunning person discovered his flaw early on, he would strike first and slap himself to death.

Gang Xiang felt that as an assassin, this result was still acceptable.

But I don't care at all, I just stand here and fight...

And the Prajna Palm that I had practiced hard for decades could not even break through the defense.

This hurts your self-esteem too much!

"Master, have you beaten enough?"

Seeing the stunned look on his face, Zhang Sanfeng smiled: "If the master is satisfied, it will be my turn to take action."

"Not yet..."

Gang Xiang was covered in cold sweat, gritting his teeth and using his palms.

"Oh, please, Master."

Zhang Sanfeng nodded: "When the master is well, I can take action again."

"..."

Gang Xiang was sweating profusely and gritted his teeth to persist.

"Zhang Sanfeng deserves to be Zhang Sanfeng!"

At this moment, an extremely peaceful man's voice sounded from heaven to earth.

The next moment, a dark red shadow appeared in front of everyone.

In an instant, the shadow turned from virtual to real, and it was a middle-aged lama wearing a red robe and a solemn appearance.

The lama's eyes are open and closed, and the light appears and disappears. It seems that he can see into the depths of people's souls, and he seems to be able to understand the mysteries of the universe.

"Below the emperor and above one person, the son of Buddha in the West, the master of Emperor Meng Yuan?"

Zhang Sanfeng looked at the lama and said slowly: "The Dharma Master has been away from the world for decades, and now he comes to Wudang. What advice do you have?"

This sentence is the honorific title given by Kublai Khan to the Eighth Master Ba.

Among them, the "one person" in "one person above" refers to the Meng Yuan Emperor.

This sentence means that the status of this monk has surpassed the imperial power.

This is an unimaginable honor in all dynasties.

"Since Master Zhang already knows this, why does he ask this question for no reason?"

Ba Shiba stretched out his hand to hold flowers, his eyes flashed with light.

Sanskrit singing sounded from nowhere, and the world suddenly changed!

The snow-white brilliance was like thunder from the sky, making the entire mountain look white.

The surrounding rocks, vegetation, and trees continued to crack and turn into powder silently.

This is the Eight Masters using all their strength to release their spirit, reaching the level where spirit interferes with matter.

"Change the sky and strike the earth, reincarnate for hundreds of lives? Does the Dharma Master intend to test the xinxing of the old Taoist?"

Feeling that the objects in front of him disappeared rapidly, Zhang Sanfeng felt something in his heart and lowered his head to glance at Gang Xiang.

"We have reached the supreme realm in the world, and everything is a passing thing. If we want to go further, we can only fight against each other."

At the moment when the dense purple air surged, Eighth Master Ba also raised his cassock.

The two qi energies collided in the air and dissipated from each other.

"Forget it, let him go..."

The next moment, the bodies of Zhang Sanfeng and Bashiba stopped at the same time.

As if in a state of meditation, even breathing becomes intermittent.

Strictly speaking, the Heaven-shaking and Earth-striking Technique is not a martial art.

It is a magical method of Tantric Buddhism based on spiritual confrontation.

It can detect and confuse the opponent's thoughts, make the opponent reveal the secrets hidden deep in his heart, and force the opponent to experience reincarnation for hundreds of lifetimes.

The danger of it is a hundred times more dangerous than fighting with real swords and guns.

Even a cultivator like Zhang Sanfeng needs to go all out.