Chapter 6: The Storm Rises Again

  "Amitabha!" Just then, the empty-natured Buddhist monk who had been standing by silently shouted a Buddha's name, focusing everyone's attention on him.

  "When false becomes true, true also becomes false. Since you all don't believe our words and think that Yu Sanxiao was injured by the hands of our temple, we are certain that our sect's Dragon Gate Security Bureau was hurt by Zhang Wuxia's hands. Perhaps there is another secret in between. In my humble opinion, this matter should be carefully considered to avoid damaging the harmony between Shaolin and Wudang schools. If we act rashly, when the truth comes out later, it will only lead to regret."

  Zhang Songxi nodded and said, "The words of the Void Spirit Monk are not wrong." The Seven Heroes of Wudang saw that the Shaolin crowd was no longer pursuing the matter of the Longmen Escort Bureau, and they couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. However, Song Qingchu watched with cold eyes, and this wasn't over yet.

  As expected, as soon as Zhang Songxi's voice fell, Kong Zhi shouted: "Alright, since that's the case, Zhang Wuxia, we won't say more about the Dragon Gate Escort Bureau. However, it is well-known that my senior brother, Kong Jian, died miserably at Xie Yun's hands. You can't deny this matter! Therefore, please inform me of the whereabouts of the evil thief Xie Yun. I represent all the monks in the temple to express our deepest gratitude."

  "Not bad, this one should be easy for Zhang Wu Xue to answer." Kong Wen Master nodded in agreement.

  "Ah..." Zhang Cuishan hesitated for a moment, then said: "The great master Kongjian has passed away, this is a huge loss for the martial arts world. However, I have a deep friendship with Xie Xun, and we have sworn an oath of brotherhood. So although I know where Xie Xun is, I will not reveal it to you. As a member of the martial arts world, my head can be cut off, my blood can flow, but my loyalty cannot be abandoned. Even if thousands of people point at me, even if millions of people come after me, wanting to get information about his whereabouts from me is futile. Moreover, a man's actions should be clear-cut, one person does something and that person takes responsibility, this is what I, Zhang Cuishan, have done, it has nothing to do with Wudang. If you all want to force me to death, wanting to kill or execute me, then so be it. But if I were to blink an eye, I would not be a good man, and I would be ashamed of my master's teachings for many years, only in the next life can I repay him." He spoke these words with conviction, his face full of righteousness.

  But Song Qingchu on the other hand, sneered at it. If Zhang Cuishan's death could really solve the problem, then so be it. However, his death not only failed to solve the problem but also made everyone in Wudang lose face.

  You think, the Wudang Sect at Zhang Sanfeng's 100th birthday banquet, even as one of the Seven Heroes of Wudang, Zhang Cuishan couldn't be saved and was killed. This would be a huge blow to Zhang Sanfeng and the prestige of Wudang.

  Song Qing Shu had been silent until now, but seeing the deadlock, he suddenly spoke out in a loud voice: "Master, isn't your eagerness to find Xie Yun's whereabouts because the Dragon Slaying Treasure Knife is in his hands?" He didn't speak much, but these two sentences were extremely severe, directly accusing the Shaolin monks of coveting treasure and having greedy intentions.

  It is said that "when wine meets a bosom friend, a thousand cups are not enough; when words do not meet, half a sentence is too much." Kong Zhi was furious and slapped the wooden table in front of him with a loud bang. The four legs of the table broke at once, and the wooden planks flew everywhere, shattering instantly. This palm was indeed awe-inspiring. He shouted loudly: "What a good little brat, repeatedly insulting Shaolin several times, is this really unbearable? Is this the attitude of Wudang?"

  "Master Kongzhi has broken the rules!" Song Qingchu glanced at him lightly, not impressed by Master Kongzhi's majesty, and said, "Master, your martial arts skills are unparalleled in the world, not something that we later generations can compare to. You should still be careful, if you're not careful, hurting me is a small matter, but ruining Shaolin's thousand-year reputation would be irreparable."

  "When the time comes, it will be spread throughout the Jianghu that Shaolin, in order to monopolize the Jianghu, framed Zhang Wuxia for murder and attempted to destroy the Longmen Escort Agency. Not only that, but they also coveted the Dragon Slaying Treasure Sword, which was ruined by a young boy from Wudang. In a fit of rage, they brutally killed him." Song Qing Shu finished speaking, his eyes wide with excitement, looking at Kong Wen Dashi and said, "Master, isn't that right?"

  "Amitabha!" Master Konghe was also speechless for a moment, and could only silently chant the Buddha's name.

  Just then, outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of the hall, a child's voice with crying sounds suddenly called out: "Dad!"

  Zhang Cuishan was greatly shocked, this voice was indeed Zhang Wuji. At this time, his son was in danger, and Zhang Cuishan couldn't care about so much anymore, loudly calling out: "Wuji, what's wrong with you?" He rushed to step out of the hall.

  Wushan Sect and Shenquan Gate each had one person standing at the entrance of the hall, originally seeing that things were gradually deviating from their original trajectory, secretly anxious, did not expect the opportunity to come knocking on the door, so they shouted in unison: "Where are you escaping?" Reached out to grab.

  Zhang Cuishan's heart was cut, his two arms shook, and the two were thrown apart for several feet. He rushed to the outside of the long window, but saw nothing but emptiness, not even a shadow of a person. He shouted loudly: "Wujie! Wujie!" But there was no echo.

  More than a dozen people chased out of the hall, seeing that he had not escaped and did not dare to come forward to capture him. If they were to let Zhang Cuishan go like this, then perhaps the opportunity that was hard to come by would be lost in vain. The crowd looked at each other, and everyone nodded slightly.

  He rushed towards Zhang Cuishan at the same time, shouting in his mouth, "Everyone quickly take action, Zhang Cuishan wants to escape."

  The people in the Purple Mist Palace were already uneasy, and now that they heard Zhang Cuishan wanted to escape, the heroes were enraged and took out their hidden weapons to chase him.

  As a fierce battle is about to begin, it's likely that whether the Wu Tang wins or loses, they will end up in a situation where they are not trusted by either side. If they win, their strength will be greatly reduced; if they lose, they will fall into an abyss of despair.

  Song Qing couldn't help but feel anxious and finally had no choice but to muster up his inner strength and shout, "Stop!"

  All the heroes stopped at the same time, not because of Song Qing's prestige, but because everyone didn't want a group fight after all. After all, that would have offended Wudang to death.

  "Listen to me, everyone." Song Qing saw that the crowd had stopped and couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. However, it was not time to relax yet. "Everyone wants to know about Xie Yun's whereabouts, which is no more than wanting to know about the Dragon Slaying Knife's whereabouts, and thus knowing its secrets. If so, there's no need to look for Xie Yun, I already know."

  "What, you a young whippersnapper know."

  "How did you know?"

  "Is this for real? Are they trying to deceive us?"

  ......

  For a moment, everyone was stunned by this news and involuntarily shouted out.

  Even Zhang Sanfeng and the Seven Heroes of Wudang were shocked.

  "Green Book, did you really know?" Zhang Sanfeng also changed his usual gentle tone and asked seriously.

  "Master Taishifu can rest assured, Qing Shu doesn't dare to lie." Song Qing Shu replied confidently.

  He then turned around and said to the crowd, "Everyone, please be quiet for a moment."

  When everyone else had nothing more to say, Song Qing nodded in satisfaction and said, "You don't have to be anxious, as for whether what I said is true or not, when the time comes, you will all know."

  Everyone thought for a moment and felt that Song Qing's words were reasonable, so they nodded one after another.

  "Alright, we'll listen to you."

  "Not bad, you go first."

  "If we find out you're playing us, risking offending Wudang, I'll make sure you regret it."

  "Not bad."

  "Hurry up and say it."

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