Jul 6, 2024
The three monks were silent for a long time and tried to open their mouths several times to say something, but in the end, they all closed their hands and sighed inexplicably.
Chapter seventy-six Wudang mountain top
Twenty days later, Shaolin and his party finally arrived at Wudang Mountain on the day of Zhang Sanfeng’s birthday, but before they came to the mountain, a younger brother suddenly exclaimed, "Oh, why is Hui Xu gone?"
They smell the crowd and look for it again. They really didn’t see the fat one. They all looked at each other.
Qin Changfeng could see that he had made up his mind not to go back to Shaolin Temple, although he went to Wudang with Yuan Bing Hui Xu after burying his relatives.
Moreover, this fat man can only follow Qin Changfeng by hitchhiking, and he can’t talk to others at ordinary times, so few people will notice him. It’s been three or four hours since he left early, and no one has found him.
Smell the abbot immediately look at Qin Changfeng, because this man is Qin Changfeng to bring something was wrong naturally look for him first.
Qin Changfeng calmly shook his head and said, "I don’t know where he may have lost his way. Brother abbot might as well send someone to look for it first."
Although the actual Qin Changfeng has long seen it, when the fat man left, he really didn’t say hello to Qin Changfeng. Presumably, he was afraid that he would know what was difficult for him. Qin Changfeng really felt guilty about it.
After thinking about it, he said to a younger brother around him, "Yuan Fang, take two people along the road to find out if anything happens, and immediately send someone to report it."
"It’s the abbot." Immediately after receiving the order, the monk took two wise brothers back to find someone.
At this time, the Taoist boy from the mountain came to wu-tang clan to salute and then invited the monks to the mountain
As soon as Qin Changfeng arrived at the top of the mountain, he saw that the Zhenwu Hall was crowded with Jianghu people with all kinds of flags, and the hall was not too heated.
Seeing this scene, Qin Changfeng immediately knew that these were all in the name of offering birthday felicitations, but in fact, they came to coerce Xie Xun, who was afraid that more than half of the martial arts sects had come to the Zhenwu Hall, and not many people could come outside.
It is estimated that at this time, Kunlun Sect and others have been fighting with Wudang Bar, but they have not yet reached the level of war.
When the Jianghu people outside the gate saw that Shaolin people were coming, they quickly took the initiative to let a way through and heard that the abbot’s hands outside the door issued a "Amitabha!"
This Buddha’s name clearly enters everyone’s ears, clear and bright, as if it came from a distance, but it sounded like it was issued in the hall next to itself, and naturally it was clearly audible inside.
Following the temple, there came a gentle and slightly old voice that made people feel like a spring breeze. "It turned out that the Shaolin Sect heard that the Zen master had arrived and greeted him quickly."
Wen said, "The abbot of Shaolin Temple is as wise, intelligent and foolish as his younger brother, and his younger brother wishes Zhang Zhenren Qianqiu Changle."
It’s just a fool, but smell, wisdom and sex are among the four great monks in Shaolin. Seeing that the master has passed away, all three monks came to detain and shocked everyone outside the temple.
At this time, there was another voice in the temple, "I have heard a lot about Shaolin monk Qingming, and I am lucky to meet the real glad you came today."
Wisdom made a deep voice and answered, "This one wants to be Mr. Kunlun Head. Nice to meet you! It is disrespectful for Zhang Zhenren’s grandmother to come late to offer birthday felicitations. "
"Today, the guest of Wudang Mountain, Yun Laodao, lived a hundred years in vain, and dared to bother four monks and jade toes?" The former gentle voice replied that it is different from others. Although it is a fool’s name, it is, after all, the word generation. Even if you don’t see him, it is still commensurate with the four great monks.
At this time, an old man with a fair hair and a fair face came out with the sound, followed by six men of different ages. Qin Changfeng knew at a glance that this must be Zhang Sanfeng and his six disciples.
When Shaolin people looked at Zhang Sanfeng and Wudang Six Heroes, they also looked at them.
When the abbot heard that the master’s white eyebrows covered his eyes vertically, they looked like arhats with long eyebrows; The master of sex is majestic and powerful; Master Zhi has a sad face and a drooping mouth, but he also has a white beard.
Even though I have never seen the four great monks, Wudang Six Xia, I can recognize three people until I see Qin Changfeng, a boy of fifteen or sixteen wearing a cassock and leaning on a crutch with three people, and I am stunned on the spot.
Seeing Wudang master’s doubts, he took the initiative to point to Qin Changfeng and said, "This is the suspicion that my old younger brother is young but he is a Shaolin word generation."
The people around you heard that entranced a burst of amazement turned out to be a word generation, which is higher than a 90-year-old generation!
"What a young master Shaolin is a great master in Wulin." Zhang Sanfeng sighed at Qin Changfeng with a smile and then invited Shaolin people to enter the hall. People from Kunlun, Emei and Kongtong naturally met each other before and admired each other. It was also a ceremony.
There are so many people from all factions in the hall that they just smell that they are very polite. They should greet each faction and each group of younger brothers with folded gifts. It took hundreds of people a long time to finish.
Qin Changfeng’s language is directly reserved for Shaolin’s seat. While drinking tea, he watches and smells the performance of the country’s leaders’ hometown condolences.
It took a full quarter of an hour to smell it. After all the people had a sip of tea, they finally came to the mountain and said, "Zhang Zhenren poor monk and his younger brothers are all your younger generations according to their age. Today, apart from offering birthday felicitations, they shouldn’t do anything else, but the head of the poor monk Shaolin Sect has a few words to be frank with their predecessors, and please don’t take Zhang Zhenren for granted."