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It turned out to be Kongzhi Monk from Shaolin Temple who stood up.

He is one of the four great monks and head of the Shaolin Temple's "Intelligence and Wisdom". He has acquired eleven of the seventy-two arts in Shaolin. Because of his high moral character and high prestige, he was promoted by various factions to give orders during the siege of Guangmingding.

Seeing Wu Siyuan being so unscrupulous, even though he was wary of his force and the magic weapon, he had to stand up.

"donor……"

"Monks value compassion. Why does Shaolin Temple come to share this muddy water?" Wu Siyuan interrupted Monk Kongzhi's words and asked in a cold tone.

"Amitabha, Mingjiao has done many evil things and is full of evil. Indulging Mingjiao will cause the death of more innocent people. If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell..."

"How do you see that Mingjiao is full of evil?" Wu Siyuan asked.

"Donor Song, isn't this something everyone knows? For example, the golden-haired lion king of the Ming sect kills innocent people indiscriminately in the martial arts world, the green-winged bat king sucks human blood, and... the white-browed eagle prince and daughter Yin's brother and sister injured Yu Daiyan... ...Young Master Song, don’t you know about Wudang?” Monk Kongzhi said with all his treasures.

The White-browed Eagle King and the Green-winged Bat King who were mentioned by Monk Kongzhi all had gloomy expressions on their faces. Although the Golden-haired Lion King was not here, Zhang Wuji was his adopted son, and his expressions were not good-looking either.

"Is there more?" Wu Siyuan asked calmly.

"Young Master Song, there are countless evil things done by Mingjiao, do you still need this poor monk to give an example?" Monk Kongzhi asked in return.

"So what you're saying is that because there are people in the Ming Cult who do evil, you attribute the Ming Cult to the Demon Cult, right?" Wu Siyuan asked again.

Monk Kongzhi was a little uneasy for no reason, but Wu Siyuan's words were not wrong. After a slight hesitation, he nodded and said, "Yes."

"Hahaha..." Wu Siyuan sneered, summoned the Nine Yang Qi, and turned Cheng Kun's body on the ground, exposing the front.

"Master, come and see, do you know this person on the ground?"

The first thing Kongzhi Divine Monk saw was the blood hole on his forehead, which was almost exactly the same as the damage caused by the magic weapon in Wu Siyuan's hand. His expression changed drastically. Then he saw Cheng Kun's entire face, and his heart trembled. He said, "This is my nephew Yuan Zhen from Shaolin Temple!"

Yuan Zhen has been stirring up trouble among major factions in recent years, and his popularity is still quite high.

All the major sects recognized this person.

"May I ask Master Song, where did my nephew Yuan Zhen offend you, so that I suffered such a cruel attack from you? Although our Shaolin Temple does not have anyone who is the best in martial arts, but the disciples of our disciples are innocently victimized, the Shaolin Temple will never sit idly by and ignore it!" Kong Zhishen Monk suppressed his anger and said.

"Hehehe..." Wu Siyuan still sneered.

"Qingshu..." Song Yuanqiao was anxious from behind and scolded, "If there is any reason, tell me quickly!"

"As long as the Shaolin Temple is willing to admit that this person is your disciple!"

"Let me ask you, did you know that the secular name of your Master Yuanzhen's nephew is Cheng Kun? Hunyuan Thunderbolt Hand Cheng Kun!" Wu Siyuan said.

"Chengkun!"

Cheng Kun also has his own reputation in the world. When Wu Siyuan said this, it stirred up a thousand waves with one stone, and disciples from all major sects began to whisper.

The one who had the biggest reaction was Zhang Wuji.

He shouted, "Senior Brother Qingshu, is this person Cheng Kun?"

"That's right!"

"The senior brother of the wife of Yang Dingtian, the former leader of the Ming Cult. Cheng Kun and his junior sister often had private meetings in the secret passage at Guangmingding. One time, Yang Dingtian was practicing "The Great Shift of the Universe" in the secret passage. Yang Dingtian became furious when he heard it He attacked his heart and went crazy and died. Yang Dingtian’s wife was buried with him!”

"Cheng Kun was greatly stimulated by this and vowed to destroy the Ming Cult!"

Wu Siyuan spoke eloquently, paused, and then said, "But then again, if Yang Dingtian is still alive and the Mingjiao is at its peak, will the six major sects still have the courage to besiege Guangmingding? Hahaha... …”

Wu Siyuan looked mocking, and no one from the six major sects made a sound.

At this time, Yang Xiao, the Guangming Zuo envoy in the Ming Cult, was excited and asked, "Young Master Song, do you have any evidence for what you said about me, Master Yang?"

In recent years, the entire Mingjiao has been torn apart because of Yang Dingtian's unexplained disappearance.

If there is any news about Yang Dingtian, people in Mingjiao will be most concerned about it.

Wu Siyuan casually handed Yang Dingtian's suicide note to Yang Xiao, "Oh, this was left by your leader Yang. By the way, there are also the corpses of your leader Yang and his wife in the Guangmingding secret passage. I am too lazy to clean them up. !”

Yang Xiao took a look and confirmed that it was Yang Dingtian's note. He quickly read it and passed the letter to other senior Mingjiao officials.

The senior officials of Mingjiao looked angry and said through gritted teeth, "Cheng Kun!"

"Oh, by the way, Cheng Kun was also the master of Xie Xun, the Golden Retriever Lion King of the Ming Cult. In order to take revenge on the Ming Cult, he raped and killed Xie Xun's wife and children, and killed everyone in his family, leaving only Xie Xun alive!"

"In those years, the tragedies Xie Xun committed were all to force Cheng Kun to come out!"

"Senior Monk Kongzhi, your Shaolin Temple has such a person. According to what you just said, your Shaolin Temple is also a demon temple!" Wu Siyuan looked at Monk Kongzhi and said seriously.

"That's right! Song Shaoxia is right. Shaolin Temple is a demon temple. Together with our demon sect, hahaha, there are two demons in the world!" It was Zhou Dian from the Ming sect who said this. Seeing Wu Siyuan mocking the Shaolin Temple, he finally couldn't hold back his voice. road.

The disciples of Shaolin Temple all stared at him angrily, with veins bulging out.

Wu Siyuan also glanced at Zhou Dian indifferently. Seeing this, Zhou Dian quickly took a selfie of his cheek and said, "You said the wrong thing, you said the wrong thing, Young Master Song!"

Wu Siyuan turned back to look at Monk Kongzhi and said, "Monk, what do you think?"

"Donor Song, not to mention whether my nephew Yuan Zhen is a thunderbolt from the Hunyuan Dynasty, but now he is making no promises, and..."

"I can prove that Senior Brother Qingshu is true. Xie Xun is my adoptive father. My adoptive father told me about Cheng Kun when I was a child!" Zhang Wuji stood up and said indignantly, and then he bowed to Song Qingshu again. , "Senior Brother Qingshu, thank you for helping my adoptive father avenge his family's destruction!"

"Donor Zhang, this does not prove that my nephew Yuan Zhen is Cheng Kun. Even if he is, it is his layman's business. Later he escaped into Buddhism and gave up..." Monk Kongzhi shook his head and said with a bitter smile.

"Okay, let's not talk about what happened before Yuan Zhen became a monk! Let's talk about what happened after he became a monk! In order to destroy the Ming Cult, Yuan Zhen colluded with the Ruyang Palace of the Yuan Dynasty, spread rumors and caused trouble in the martial arts world, and destroyed the anti-Yuan righteousness. What about this matter? ? How do you want Shaolin Temple to explain?" Wu Siyuan asked.

"Nonsense, my uncle Yuanzhen would not do such a thing!" A Shaolin monk couldn't stand it anymore and stood up without fear of death.

Wu Siyuan casually threw out a letter. It was a letter of communication between him and Zhao Min of the Ruyang Palace. Wu Siyuan touched the corpse and found it. He passed it directly and fell into the hands of the monk Kongzhi.

"See for yourself! There's no way you can't recognize my nephew's handwriting!"

Monk Kongzhi felt uneasy in his heart. He looked at the letter and saw that it contained instructions on how to destroy the Ming Cult and how to poison the six major sects after their vitality was severely damaged.

The most important thing is that this is indeed Yuan Zhen's handwriting.

Monk Kongzhi was stunned, "This..."

"I have nothing to say!" Wu Siyuan said coldly, "They keep saying that they are a demon sect, but I think the Shaolin Temple is nothing more than that! How can it be so good!"

"At the very least, the Mingjiao has been working against the Yuan Dynasty, restoring the mountains and rivers of our Han family, and has been changing the fact that our Han people are oppressed by the Mongols. It's better for you, just don't help, just accept the instigation of others, and do this. It is a matter of pleasure for those who wait for their relatives to hate them but for those who hate them! It is no exaggeration to say that you are the sinners of our children of the Han family!" Wu Siyuan scolded without any politeness at all.

Monk Kongzhi opened his mouth, wanting to say something. He looked at the letter in his hand, but he didn't have the nerve to say a word.

The heads of several other sects came over to read the contents of the letter, and their expressions turned ugly.