The All-Heaven Road from Wudang

Chapter 137 Reply
Zhang Sanfeng stood there, face sinking like water, motionless.

Just staring at the line on the letter, staring at the signature.

for a long time...

It was as if time had frozen at this moment.

The disciples were at a loss, no matter how much content was written in that letter, they had to finish reading it at this moment, how could they remain still?
Suddenly, a wind blows.

With a scorching breath in the wind, all Zhang Sanfeng's robes were blown up, and within a few feet of him, dead branches, fallen leaves, loess dust, all swept up!

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha……"

Zhang Sanfeng looked up to the sky and burst out laughing, the laughter was indescribably carefree and happy!
Mo Li was moved, although Zhang Sanfeng's behavior was easy-going and approachable, without any airs of a great master, but since he went to the mountain for more than ten years, he has been with him day and night, but he has never seen him so unrestrained!
What was written on the letter? !

The Six Heroes were also confused for a while, even Song Yuanqiao, who followed Zhang Sanfeng the furthest, had never seen Zhang Sanfeng lose his composure before!

But Zhang Sanfeng laughed happily when he heard it, and everyone didn't disturb him, just watched quietly.

He smiled and smiled, but there were crystal tears dripping from his eyes, and he could only hear him muttering to himself: "Okay, okay, he is still alive, eighty years, I didn't expect him to be alive." The world..."

"Qiu Daochang, Wang Daochang, Senior Brother Li, you are watching in the sky, your revenge, your revenge, Jun Bao can finally avenge you!"

He was crying and laughing, his expression was agitated, and he seemed to be crazy. All the disciples watching couldn't help trembling with fear, for fear that the hundred-year-old man would say something wrong, and his body would not be able to bear it under the emotional agitation.

Song Yuanqiao urgently called out: "Master, Master, are you alright..."

Zhang Sanfeng regained his composure when he was called out. Looking back, he saw that all the disciples in Wudang Mountain were looking at him eagerly, with worried and concerned looks on their faces. He couldn't help laughing: "Nothing, nothing. The old man is very happy."

"Master, what exactly is written on that paper?" Li Li asked curiously, there was no such thing as a hidden living Buddha in the original book.

"It's just a past event."

Zhang Sanfeng handed the letter to Mo Li nonchalantly, and Li Li took a look:
After three months, on the night of the full moon, the old monk sincerely invited the real person to reenact the old story of Buddhist and Taoist debates with the top of Huashan Mountain.

——Ba Siba worships
The handwriting is unremarkable, and there is nothing extraordinary between the strokes and the strokes. It's just that when you look at these seal characters together, they are connected as a whole. There are gods and Buddhas whispering.

However, Mo Li turned a blind eye to this inexplicable sense of Zen. He just stared at the inscription in a daze, and said to himself, "Basiba...it turned out to be Basiba!"

Ba Siba's name is unknown to others, how can he not know?
At this time, it is indeed a talented and talented person from the Buddhist sect who suppressed the Taoist heroes of the Central Plains with his own power, and slaughtered countless Taoist monks in the world. I was also regarded as the emperor teacher by Kublai Khan!
Such a hero of Gaiden is still alive today? !
"What is written?"

Seeing that Mo Li was in a daze, Song Yuanqiao stretched out his hand to take the letter, and read in a low voice: "After three months, on the night of the full moon, the old monk sincerely invites the real person to the top of Huashan Mountain to reenact the old story of Buddhist and Taoist debates. Ba Siba Farewell. Ba Siba... Ba Siba..."

He fell into deep thought, always feeling that the name was vaguely familiar.

The faces of the rest of the heroes were also blank. Although Ba Siba was the teacher of Kublai Khan, Song Yuanqiao and others were not even alive when he was active, and besides the stunning imperial palace, he returned after a night of debate. In Tibet, how could Song Yuanqiao and other juniors know about this Great Yuan Imperial Master before he set foot in the Central Plains?
"Master, who is Ba Siba?" Yu Lianzhou asked with a frown.

Zhang Sanfeng said with a smile: "He is the imperial court teacher in the past. Eighty years ago, the imperial court debated scriptures, and many Taoist seniors became immortals. This is what he did."

"It turned out to be him!"

All the disciples gasped!
They had heard Zhang Sanfeng mention the scripture debate, and they knew it was a great regret in Zhang Sanfeng's heart.

On the night of the full moon, all the masters of Taoism from all over the world gathered in the imperial palace. Headed by the two surviving Quanzhen Seven Masters of Quanzhen Sect, under the leadership of the head teacher Li Zhichang, they first debated scriptures with Buddhism, and then discussed martial arts. All the masters of the Taoist sect were defeated, and their blood spilled on the palace.

While the remaining Taoist sages were besieged by Buddhist masters and Yuan court guards, Zhang Sanfeng was only a weak crown at that time, his skills were shallow, and he was powerless to recover, and was rescued from the palace by Quanzhen sect masters.

He later became famous all over the world and became a master of the world, but he often sighed with emotion, saying that if he had achieved his current level back then, who would win and lose in that debate would still be in the middle of nowhere. Opportunity!
"Eighty years ago, this Basiba national teacher was really able to live!" Yu Daiyan said with emotion.

"An old Taoist can live to be a hundred years old. It is not surprising that this Master Ba Siba has lived to this day."

Zhang Sanfeng looked at Nahutu Living Buddha and said, "Where is your old ancestor now?"

"His old man is in Dadu now."

Hutu Living Buddha said with a smile: "His old man, Dharma King, has heard of Zhang Zhenren's name for a long time, but he has lived in the monastery for a long time, and he has never been out of Tibet, and has never had the chance to meet the real person. When I stopped, I remembered the real person, and I specially asked the real person to meet, and I hope the real person will not refuse."

"You can say flattering words, but Basiba thinks highly of himself, I'm afraid he didn't see the old Taoist in his eyes, if your King Ming's Demon Subduing Formation subdues the old Taoist, I'm afraid the old Taoist won't be able to see this letter, you say yes Not really?" Zhang Sanfeng asked.

Hutu Living Buddha smiled sarcastically, but did not answer.

Zhang Sanfeng snorted coldly and said, "Bring the pen and ink."

At present, some disciples entered the Jiejian Pavilion. This place often receives high-ranking guests from the rivers and lakes. There are always tea, cakes, pens, inks, papers and inkstones for them to wait for.

Not long after, a disciple came to Zhang Sanfeng holding a tray.

"Put the letter on top."

Hearing this, Song Yuanqiao put the letter written by Basiba on the tray.

Zhang Sanfeng picked up the brush, stained it with thick ink, and immediately wrote vigorously.

Everyone could only see an afterimage in his hand, his pen was like a snake, and an inexplicable dao rhyme radiated out, but in an instant, he stopped his pen.

On the letter, there was an extra line of black ink:
"I dare not or forget the old things of the past; Huashan debates the scriptures, and Sanfeng will definitely come; it is not only about victory or defeat, but also life and death."

At the place where the signature was signed, Zhang Sanfeng of Wudang paid homage.

Mo Li read it carefully. Zhang Sanfeng's handwritten letter, every stroke is very chic, clear and elegant, each one is filled with a carefree, detached aura, looking at it as a whole, it is like a Taoist Daoist priests are full of fairy spirit.

If it is said that Basiba's handwriting shows skill in plain places, it is inconspicuous at first glance, but the more you look at it, the more charming it is, the handwriting of Sanfeng is unique in its subtleties, and the whole is more amazing, and you can taste different flavors at every glance.

The words are like the person, and this letter alone can show the peerless cultivation of these two incomparable talents in Buddhism and Taoism.

"Take it and tell Ba Siba that the old way will come!" Zhang Sanfeng said.

Living Buddha Hutu answered yes, took the letter immediately, and limped away with all the monks.

Looking at their backs as they went away, Mo Li could vaguely see countless swords, lights and swords.

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(End of this chapter)