Twenty days later, the Shaolin group finally came to the foot of Wudang Mountain on the day of Zhang Sanfeng's birthday, but before they could go up the mountain, a disciple suddenly exclaimed: "Oh, why is Huixu gone?" ”

Everyone looked in the crowd when they heard the sound, but they really didn't see the fat man, and they all looked at each other.

Since that encounter with Yuan Bing, after Huixu buried his relatives, although he later went to Wudang with him, Qin Changfeng could see that he had made up his mind not to return to Shaolin Temple.

Moreover, this fat man could only come with him by hitchhiking with Qin Changfeng, so he couldn't talk to other people at all, and few people usually noticed him, which was not ...... It had been three or four hours since I set out in the morning before anyone noticed that he was not there.

The abbot immediately looked at Qin Changfeng, because this person was brought by Qin Changfeng, so if something happened, he would naturally look for him first.

Qin Changfeng shook his head calmly and said, "I don't know where he is, maybe he just got lost somewhere, Senior Brother Abbot might as well send someone to find him first?" ”

In fact, although Qin Changfeng had already seen it, the fat man really hadn't said hello to Qin Changfeng when he left, thinking that he was afraid that he would be embarrassed if he knew, so Qin Changfeng really had a clear conscience about this matter.

Kong Wen thought for a while, and said to a disciple of the Yuanzi generation beside him: "Yuanfang, you take two people along the road to look for it, and if something happens, send someone to report it immediately." ”

"Yes, abbot", the monk immediately took two disciples of the Hui generation to return the same way to find the person.

At this time, after the Taoist children of the Wudang faction came down from the mountain to salute, they invited the monks to go up the mountain.

As soon as he reached the top of the mountain, Qin Changfeng saw that the outside of the True Martial Hall was crowded with people from the rivers and lakes, waving all kinds of banners, and there was also a not too fierce quarrel in the hall.

Seeing this scene, Qin Changfeng immediately knew in his heart, these were all people who came to ask Xie Xun's whereabouts under the guise of worshipping his birthday, but he was afraid that more than half of the sects that ranked top in the martial arts were here, so that the huge Zhenwu Hall could not stand, and many people could only stand outside the door.

It is estimated that at this time, the Kunlun faction and others have already been on a par with Wudang, but they have not yet tore their faces.

The people in the rivers and lakes outside the door saw that it was the people from Shaolin who came, and hurriedly took the initiative to get out of the way, and the abbot put his hands together outside the door and said: "Amitabha!" ”

This Buddha horn clearly came into everyone's ears, clear and bright, as if it came from afar, but it sounded like it came from its own side, and it was naturally clear and audible in the main hall.

Then, from the hall, a gentle, slightly old, but people listened to the voice like a spring breeze: "It turns out that the Shaolin Sect Kongwen Zen Master has arrived, hurry up and greet him." ”

Kongwen said: "The abbot of Shaolin Temple, Kongwen, leads the same junior brother Kongzhi, emptiness, and emptiness, and is a disciple of the disciples, wishing Zhang Zhenren a long life." ”

It's just empty foolishness, but empty news, empty wisdom, and emptiness are the characters of the four great monks of Shaolin, and the master of empty sight has passed away, and the other three gods and monks have all arrived, and they shocked everyone inside and outside the hall.

At this time, another voice in the hall said: "I have admired the name of the Shaolin monk for a long time, and I am fortunate to see it today, which is really worth the trip." ”

Kong Zhi replied in a deep voice: "This one is probably Mr. He, the head of Kunlun." Fortunately, fortunately! Zhang Zhenren, Lao Wei is late for his birthday, which is really disrespectful. ”

"Today, there are many guests on Wudang Mountain, and the old Tao has only lived a hundred years old, and he dares to work on the four monks and jade toes?" The gentle voice before replied, unlike others, although the empty fool is nameless, but after all, he is an empty character, so even if the empty light is not there, he is still commensurate with the four great gods and monks.

At this time, an old man with a childish face walked out with the voice, followed by six men of different ages, all of whom were dignified and extraordinary, Qin Changfeng knew at a glance that this must be Zhang Sanfeng and his six apprentices.

When the Shaolin people looked at Zhang Sanfeng and the Wudang Six Heroes, the other party was also looking at them.

The abbot Kongwen master's white eyebrows drooped, covering his eyes, like a long-eyebrow Arhat; The master of emptiness has a majestic body and a majestic appearance; Master Kongzhi has a bitter face, the corners of his mouth drooping, but he also has a white beard.

Therefore, even the six heroes of Wudang, who had never seen the four great monks, could recognize the three of them, until they saw Qin Changfeng, who was standing with the three of them, wearing a robe and a Zen staff, but only looking like a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, they were all stunned on the spot.

Seeing that the Wudang people were puzzled, Kong Wen took the initiative to point to Qin Changfeng and introduced: "This is Lao Qu's junior brother Kong Yu, although he is young, he is undoubtedly a Shaolin empty character. ”

When the people around heard this, they were amazed, it was really an empty word generation, which was higher than the rank of more than ninety percent of the people present!

"What a young master, Shaolin is worthy of being a martial arts master, and he is really talented." Zhang Sanfeng smiled at Qin Changfeng and sighed, and then invited everyone in Shaolin to enter the main hall, and the people from Kunlun, Emei, Kongtong and other factions naturally came forward to meet each other, admired each other, and were polite.

There are many people from various factions in the hall, but he is a person who is extremely polite, and he has to salute the descendants of each faction and each gang, say a few words, and make it for a long time, and hundreds of people have not finished seeing each other.

Qin Changfeng sat down speechlessly on the seat left for Shaolin, drinking tea while watching the scene of the national leader going to the countryside to express his condolences.

After a full quarter of an hour, Kong Wen finally met with everyone, and after taking a sip of tea, he finally said straight to the point: "Zhang Zhenren, the poor monks and junior disciples are all your juniors according to their age. In addition to paying homage to his birthday today, he shouldn't have mentioned anything else, but the poor monk is the head of the Shaolin faction, and he has a few words to be frank with his predecessors, and he also asked Zhang Zhenren not to be surprised. ”

Zhang Sanfeng has always been bold, so he said bluntly: "A few senior monks, are you here for my fifth disciple Zhang Cuishan?" Zhang Cuishan heard the master mention his name, so he stood up.

Kong Wen said: "Exactly, we have two things to ask Zhang Wuxia." The first thing, Zhang Wuxia killed my Shaolin faction's Longmen Dart Bureau full of seventy-one games, and killed three Shaolin monks, how should the lives of these seventy-four people end? The second thing, my senior brother Kongjian master, a merciful and virtuous life, has no quarrel with others, but was tragically killed by the golden lion king Xie Xun, I heard that Zhang Wuxia knew the whereabouts of the surname Xie, and asked Zhang Wuxia to give ......"

Zhang Cuishan immediately said loudly: "Master Kongwen, the lives of the seventy-four people of the Longmen Dart Bureau and the Shaolin monks are definitely not injured by the younger generations. Zhang Cuishan has been trained by his mentor all his life, although he is stupid, he does not dare to fight. As for who the seventy-four people were who injured the lives of these seventy-four people, the younger generation knew it, but they did not want to say it clearly......"

Hearing this, Qin Changfeng was full of contempt for this polite and handsome Zhang Cuishan, the co-author was killed by your wife, so even if you know it, it is indeed reasonable to stand on his own position, after all, his wife is naturally to be maintained, but in Shaolin's position, it is very popular.

What he said, in other words, is - you say that I killed someone, you are wronging me, and I know that someone else did it, but I just won't tell you, anyway, that's what I said, as for you dead, it's more than who you like to go to.

If he were Qin Changfeng, he would naturally maintain Yin Susu, but he would never say the latter sentence, wouldn't he be angry with Shaolin? If you don't admit it yourself, you can be at peace anyway, so why bother saying that I know and won't tell you? Qin Changfeng really wanted to ask him if he was a heart.

Next, it was naturally a quarrel between Wudang and Shaolin, you said that I killed the Longmen Dart Bureau with ruthless means, and I said that you used a strong King Kong finger to abolish Yu Daiyan's bones all over his body.

Especially Zhang Cuishan and Zhang Songxi, who are articulate and eloquent, talk about Shaolin's clumsy monks more and more soberly, and speak more and more out of order.

Seeing this, Qin Changfeng, who was a Shaolin monk, suddenly opened his mouth and said lightly to Zhang Cuishan: "Zhang Wuxia, I don't know where the master of Ling's wife Yin is?" ”

Zhang Cuishan was shocked when he heard this, and instinctively felt that something was wrong.