Lu Qian also knew the seriousness of the situation when he heard this, combined with what Zhu Jingze said before, it seems that the imperial court has begun to encircle and suppress various sects and factions one after another.

Like Wudang and Shaolin, Taishan Beidou has been touched, and other sects don't need to, seeing that a catastrophe has broken out, it is necessary to report this matter to the Taoist Master Xuanweizi as soon as possible.

Thinking of this, Lu Qian said to the monk: "Since this is the case, you will come with me." ”

Before the monk could react, Lu Qian grabbed the sleeve of his robe and left. There was no way, the monk couldn't resist him, so he had to follow behind.

The two of them followed the rugged road of the mountain behind Wudang, and rushed up, and in less than a cup of tea, they had already come to the Xuanmiao Temple.

This journey was not too close, and the tired monk bent down to support his knees, panting and said, "Ah...... Amitabha, where did you take me to, donor, but I'm really tired!"

Seeing his embarrassed appearance, Lu Qian pointed to the plaque hanging on his head with his finger, and couldn't help laughing: "Master, don't be busy resting first, and take a look up." ”

The monk didn't look at it, but when he saw the three big words "Xuanmiaoguan", he was immediately overjoyed. But after thinking about it again, isn't the handsome-looking son in front of him not a disciple of Wudang, how can he know the place in such detail?

Before he could ask, Lu Qian had already swaggered in, and the monk had no choice but to sigh and chase after him: "Hey, donor, you are waiting for the monk!"

After he shouted in such a voice, the rest of the Wudang Sect disciples who passed by all turned their eyes to him, and couldn't help but say, "I'm a good girl, how can I have a bald head to come to our Taoist temple? ”

It just so happened that the fat Taoist priest Guangjizi was also nearby, and when he saw that the brothers at the door were discussing the matter, he also wanted to come over and join in the fun.

"Hey, Guangjizi, is the real person in charge still in the Qingfeng Palace?"

In the face of Lu Qian's questioning, Guang Jizi never dreamed that it would be his turn, so he hurriedly pretended to be happy and replied: "Where are you, but what is the important thing to report to his old man......?"

"Actually, it's nothing, it's just that this master has a handwritten letter from the abbot of the Shaolin faction, and he wants to hand it over to the real person in person. ”

"Oh, then don't you please!" Guang Jizi saw that this bald head turned out to be from the Shaolin Sect, and hurriedly ran to the head to lead the way.

On the Qingfeng Palace, Xuan Weizi and Ling Xuzi, two martial juniors, were drinking tea and discussing there, and saw Lu Shaoxia and Guangjizi hurriedly running in from a distance, with a monk behind them, and they were also puzzled.

I listened to this fat Taoist priest Guangjizi bowed down and said: "Master Qiyu, there is a Shaolin disciple who asks to see the abbot with a handwritten letter. ”

Seeing the head of Wudang for the first time, the monk was inevitably a little nervous, swallowed and foamed unconsciously, and put his hands together and said: "Amitabha, monk Pushan, see the real person in charge of Wudang." ”

"Master doesn't have to be polite, I don't know why he came all the way to my Wudang Office?"

"Qiyu Zhenren, the monk was ordered by the abbot to invite Wudang to go to Shaolin together as the Taoist to participate in the next hero meeting. ”

When the monk Pushan arrived here, he hurriedly walked a few steps forward and handed over the handwritten book of the old abbot of Honghua Temple in his arms respectfully.

When he began to hear about the "Heroes Meeting", Xuan Weizi was still wondering, how could such a meaningless thing be held at this time when the survival of martial arts was in danger? But after he read the handwritten letter, he understood the reason.

It turned out that the old abbot of the Shaolin faction wanted to take this opportunity to invite the heroes to gather here in order to discuss the plan to resist the imperial alliance.

Xuan Weizi nodded and handed the letter to his senior brother Ling Xuozi. He very much agrees with the above approach.

As the saying goes, "A fence has three piles, and a hero has three gangs." "Now in turmoil, it is always difficult to support it with the strength of a certain sect, and only by uniting a group of martial arts people can there be a glimmer of hope to compete with the imperial court.

"Master, please go back and tell the abbot master, the Wudang faction will leave immediately, and you will definitely attend the grand event on time. You've had a hard time on the road, aren't you? Why don't you stay in my mountains for a few days before you go?"

"No, no, no, this is absolutely unacceptable. When the monk Pushan heard Xuanweizi's words, he excused himself again and again.

In his opinion, the burden on his body still needs to be shouldered by himself. There are so many martial arts sects, and if you arrive late, you will be a little more risky. If time does not wait for me, how can I be at ease here?

"Thank you for your kindness, there are still a few places to go, and we are about to leave, so please take care. ”

The monk of Pushan gave a salute to everyone present one by one, and re-packed his bags and was about to go down the mountain. Under the command of Xuan Weizi, Guang Jizi found several Taoist priests to send each other along the way, and did not stop until he could no longer see the figure.

Although he is gone here, he has left a huge problem for Xuan Weizi and Ling Xuzi. Facing the "shadowless guests" who have just defeated them and are waiting for revenge at any time.

At this juncture, Shaolin sent another invitation, and for a while I really didn't know how to allocate manpower.

After some discussion between the two saints and Lu Qian, it was finally decided that Guang Lingzi would take the two junior disciples and rush to Shaolin with Lu Qian and Han Ning'er to participate in the hero conference on behalf of the Wudang faction.

Pressing how to organize their bags for the time being, in Chang'an City, Zhu Jing, who was disguised and disguised, made a lot of effort, and finally returned safely to the feet of his son.

After all the twists and turns along the way, I am still a little afraid when I think about it. After the baptism of wind and frost, where does Zhu Jingze still have the appearance of being an important minister at this moment, looking at it from a distance, it is no different from a beggar on the street.

It was also this down-and-out dress that enabled him to smoothly pass the many checkpoints set by Li Zhen, the king of Yue, in full view of everyone, until he reached the outside of Dali Temple.

Now it is in the stormy Dali Temple, people are fascinated, and there is no longer the solemn scene of the past.

Zhu Jing shook his head, sighed and was about to go inside, but as soon as he entered the door, he heard a shout, which was like thunder: "Stop, who are you?

Following the voice, Zhu Jing looked up, and tears of excitement were about to flow out. The person who said this was not someone else, but the most powerful errand officer during his tenure here to replace Di Renjie, who was nicknamed "Iron Mask Quick Knife" Wang Chang.

"Wang Chang, you can look carefully, it's an adult!" In order to evoke his memory as soon as possible, Zhu Jing brushed away the messy hair on both sides and revealed his face.