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Chapter 275: Hitting Shaolin, gaining a false reputation

In addition to this place, quarrels broke out in dozens of other places in Xiangyang City. Some people chose to continue serving the Song Dynasty court, while others chose to completely fall to Zhang Junbao's side.

The news naturally spread to Lin'an City. Jia Sidao was sitting on the Taishi's chair at this time, reading the information sent by the secret agent with a serious face.

As he read, he couldn't help but stretched out his hand and slapped the huanghuali tea table next to him, making a loud noise. The maid serving next to him couldn't help showing a look of horror in his eyes. Among them, One maid couldn't help but gently touched the hideous scars on her back. She clenched her teeth and tried not to make any sound.

Recently, Prime Minister Jia has become more and more manic. Not only does he lose his temper suddenly, but he also starts to abuse the servants in the house. Even when the Mongolians invaded the Song Dynasty, they had never seen him like this.

The violent vibration caused the tea table to shake, and a tea cup fell to the ground with the shaking, breaking into countless porcelain fragments. Water splashed and stained Jia Sidao's boots.

If future generations see this scene, they will definitely be heartbroken, because the tea cup used by Jia Sidao is the best Ru Kiln official porcelain, and it is the highest grade among them. It can definitely be called a priceless treasure. .

But Jia Sidao didn't even look at the tea cup, and didn't even notice that the warm tea was seeping through his boots and onto his feet.

His spirit was completely absorbed by the information in front of him.

"How dare they, how dare they!

As for the Jindan martial arts created by these masters, there are some, but unfortunately they are useless when practiced, and their power is not as good as the Jindan Peiyuan Jue.

"My condolences, senior brother. It is understandable that the disciples are unwilling to come to class. Their confidence has been such a huge blow and they need some time to adjust their mood. There is no need to blame too much."

But a golden elixir cultivating essence formula has no fucking use. It is used to build foundations. The internal strength gained through training is very tame. Even a pair of iron armor cannot be broken without twenty years of skill. It is not enough to cultivate. Find a master who can satisfy Jia Sidao.

This was undoubtedly a very painful thing for Jia Sidao.

What’s the use of learning it anyway?

You know, he sent out countless people in the past few months, and finally thirty-eight groups of spies successfully joined the forces in Xiangyang City. In just a short time, there were actually one-third of them. The spy was directly instigated by Zhang Junbao to rebel and severed ties with the court.

Jia Sidao stood up and walked back and forth in the room, extremely agitated.

As Zen Master Wuxiang sighed, another bald head rose from his back.

But the problem is that although those masters in the inner circle can learn the knowledge of Jindan Martial Arts, the problem is that they only brought back a copy of Jindan Peiyuan Jue.

In the whole world, there is nothing but the king's land, and there is nothing on the shore of the land but the king's ministers. He, Zhang Junbao, has indeed made great achievements, but as long as he does not want to break up with the court and become a rebel with a notorious reputation for thousands of years, he must complete the emperor's orders.

"Come here, prepare the sedan chair, I want to enter the palace to meet the Holy Spirit!"

The princes and nobles in Lin'an City are very anxious, but there is another place in the world where people are more anxious than them.

The second plan is to use the power of the country to directly send powerful masters into the interior of Xiangyang City to obtain the inheritance of Jindan Martial Arts.

But today the martial arts training ground was empty, no one was there.

Public opinion propaganda focuses on traffic, even in ancient times. The traffic of slandering Zhang Junbao is far less powerful than the power that Junbao boasted, so his plan to smear Zhang Junbao naturally ended in vain.

These people should all be executed, no one should be left alive, they all should be killed! "

This person once came to Shaolin and wanted to become a Shaolin disciple, but was turned away by Shaolin because of his poor qualifications.

There is an atmosphere of pessimism in the Shaolin Temple. The faces of the monks walking back and forth are blank and lifeless. Everyone is confused and confused, as if they have been possessed by an evil spirit.

And all his plans failed in front of Zhang Junbao. The first was to smear Zhang Junbao's reputation. He did this very carefully, but it had no effect at all.

A few days ago, a man with a sallow complexion suddenly knocked on the door of the Shaolin Temple. This man's identity was familiar to everyone in the Shaolin Temple. He was Li Huan, a third-rate master of the Juechen Sword in the world.

There's no way you're guarding me!

During this period, intelligence about Zhang Junbao kept coming, each time becoming more exaggerated and each time more terrifying, which kept Jia Sidao's nerves in a state of tension all day long.

He admitted that there was gambling involved, but Jia Sidao had no other choice.

Jia Sidao was about to go crazy. This treasure was so incompetent that it only taught Dao, not martial arts. He was so cautious. Who was he guarding against? Who was he guarding against?

Zen Master Wuxiang stood alone in the square, his eyes seemed to contain anger, but it soon turned into a sigh.
"That's all!
If you don’t come, don’t come, then don’t come at all.

But the problem is that Zhang Junbao has too much tap water. Jianghu storytellers, soldiers who retired from Xiangyang City, and the people who were saved by him spare no effort to publicize Zhang Junbao's deeds. The defeat of the Meng Yuan soldiers is a real thing that happened. As long as interested people understand it, they will immediately become a loyal fan of Zhang Junbao.

He knew in his heart that there was only one way to solve this problem, and that was to use imperial power to oppress Zhang Junbao.

As long as the emperor issued an imperial decree asking for martial arts secrets, he didn't believe that Zhang Junbao would not give them.

The online newspaper recorded information that made Jia Sidao's blood pressure rise. Twelve groups of spies made it clear that they wanted to sever ties with the imperial court and officially become warriors under Zhang Junbao.

This turned out to be very smooth, Zhang Junbao opened his doors widely, and except for the descendants of Shaolin Temple, all the people in the world who could gain a foothold in Xiangyang City could pass on the Golden Pill Martial Arts.

The huge blow he was talking about was exactly what happened a few days ago.

A group of beast-like things, holding the salary of the imperial court, actually dare to betray the imperial court.

He has mobilized all the secrets of the small court of the Southern Song Dynasty, activated all the intelligence systems, and used various methods to smear Zhang Junbao throughout the world, and it is bound to bring him down from the altar.

The person who came was none other than Zen Master Wu Se. He was holding a diamond ring sword that was split into two parts, and he looked a little lonely.

After all, too many ants can bite you to death. As long as the number is right, the gods will kill you!

This time is exactly when the monks have their evening classes. Normally, countless monks would gather in the martial arts training ground at this time to practice boxing and stance techniques under the leadership of the first Zen Master Wuxiang of Luohan Hall.

That is Shaolin Temple.

He sent one person to blackmail Zhang Junbao, and immediately ten people stood up and said good things about Zhang Junbao.

He sent so many masters in the palace just to learn Jindan Martial Arts and then rely on the power of the court to promote it and cultivate his own army of masters as his own strength.

No one can beat him in the arena. "

Jia Sidao knew very well that the advantage he had was the court's resources. In his mind, as long as he cultivated enough martial arts masters, he would have the confidence to fight Zhang Junbao even if he met him.

If it is to accept ordinary monks, Shaolin Temple has no qualification requirements.

But if you want to become a Shaolin monk, then there are strict requirements for qualifications.

Li Huan's talent is very average and does not meet the Shaolin Temple's apprenticeship standards.

And because he didn't give gifts and kept stalking him, he was humiliated by the Shaolin Temple monk who was responsible for recruiting disciples: "With your qualifications, you are not suitable for practicing martial arts at all. Go home and farm now. Why don't you come to my Shaolin Temple to join in the fun?" .”

Li Huan regarded this incident as a great shame and humiliation, and directly swore in front of everyone that he would make Shaolin Temple feel such shame and repay today's shame.

Li Huan's bones are indeed average, and can only be regarded as a little stronger than ordinary people.

However, Li Huan is very perseverant. Since Shaolin does not accept him, he relies on his own efforts to learn sword skills everywhere. What he has learned are the most expensive sword techniques in the world. He first learns one sword technique, and after he has perfected one sword technique, he then learns another sword technique until he has mastered ten sword techniques.

Although the offensive and defensive sword skills he learned were very superficial, they each had their own secrets. With his understanding, ten swords turned into one sword, and he realized a martial art unique to him, the Juechen Sword.

But even so, Li Huan is still only a third-rate master, and he would shy away from seeing Shaolin masters in the arena.

Because except for some special circumstances, any Shaolin monk who can walk in the world is guaranteed to be a second-rate master, and Li Huan cannot beat him at all.

This made Li Huan a joke in the Shaolin Temple, and he often became a funny talk among the monks in the Shaolin Temple. But just a few days ago, this joke finally changed. Although it was still a joke, the subject of the joke changed, from Li Huan, the Juechen Swordsman, to a Shaolin Temple monk.

That day, Li Huan relied on a narrow Juechen knife to fight all the way from the gate of Shaolin Temple to the Main Hall. No one could defeat him with one blow.

The monk came to stop him with one sword, the leader came to stop with one sword, and the abbot came to block with one sword. Not even the three masters of the Hui generation could stop Li Huan, and they were beaten until he vomited blood.

After beating him all the way under the Buddha's golden body, Li Huan directly inserted the knife into the altar table, and then smashed the hoe he was carrying behind him on the altar table.

"I once said that I will one day repay the shame of that day, so that your Shaolin Temple will be disgraced.

Today I'm here to fulfill my promise.

In the past, you said that my qualifications were not suitable for practicing martial arts, so I might as well go home and farm.

Now that you can't even defeat me, why not just disband the Shaolin Temple?

It's quite appropriate for you monks to farm together. At least there will be some output. Otherwise, living as a bunch of trash would be a waste of society's resources. "

The Shaolin monks couldn't bear this grievance, and they all used their special skills to fight Li Huan. Countless people swarmed forward, and their true energy condensed into a net, and they were bound to capture this arrogant little thief.

But Li Huan was not afraid at all. He stretched out his hand and waved the Juechen Saber in his hand. Thousands of sword shadows appeared in his hand in an instant, directly splitting the Zhen Qi net.

The earth-yellow sword slashed along the Juechen knife, leaving hideous scars on the bodies of the monks in the Shaolin Temple.

Even Abbot Tianming did not escape this disaster. He was stabbed in the chest and abdomen, bleeding profusely.

Li Huan laughed loudly again: "Shaolin Temple is known as the Zen Martial Arts and the leader of the righteous path, but now it is just a false name.

If it weren't for the fact that Master Zhang doesn't like killing and prohibits me from going on a killing spree to deal with forces other than alien races, otherwise I would have to bloodbath Shaolin today. "

After saying that, Li Huan turned around and left, but no one from the Shaolin Temple dared to stop him.

The reason why Li Huan was able to make such huge progress was, of course, because he went to Xiangyang City and learned the Jindan Martial Arts taught by Zhang Junbao.

He was able to master a third-rate martial arts book by relying on ten basic sword skills. His talent was not weak. In just over a month, his martial arts had undergone a huge change. The Juechen Sword in his hand even transformed into Learned Jindan martial arts.

After that day, the backbone of Shaolin Temple was broken. Everyone knew that if they could not learn Jindan Martial Arts, then no matter how hard they practiced martial arts, it would be in vain. A lifetime of hard work would not even be as good as someone else's hard work of one or two months. .

After that day, the monks became listless in practicing martial arts, and even Zen Master Wuxiang couldn't stand it. Not only was this kind of martial arts training ineffective, but it also made other people laugh.

So he directly ordered that it was no longer compulsory to attend morning classes and evening classes. Monks who were willing to come could come, and those who didn't want to come were not allowed to come.

Unexpectedly, the day after he gave the order, there was not even a single monk willing to attend evening classes.

Zen Master Wuxiang looked into the distance. Through the mottled courtyard wall, there was a small house in that direction, where Master Jue Yuan and his disciples once lived.

The emotions in his eyes were extremely complicated: "Junior brother, do you think we really did something wrong? If we had just been gentler, would everything be different now?"

Abbot Tianming, who was standing aside, also touched his head: "What's the point of saying all this? I've done it, is it possible that I still regret it?"

Although he said this, Abbot Tianming couldn't help but think about how much better it would have been if Zhang Junbao had not been forced away.

Originally, everything that Xiangyang City has now should belong to Shaolin.

The golden elixir martial arts is from Shaolin, the martial arts myth of flying immortals with swords is also from Shaolin, the credit for defeating the Mengyuan people is from Shaolin, the young hero who saved the world is from Shaolin, the reputation of the world's best divine sect is from Shaolin, and the Wanshiwu Zu is also from Shaolin.

Originally, all honors should go to Shaolin, but now not only is everything in vain, but Shaolin has become the biggest victim.

Regardless of whether they are righteous or evil, as long as they are not the kind of evildoers whose bad deeds are recorded on the black list of Xiangyang City, they can go to Xiangyang City to learn Jindan Martial Arts.

Only his Shaolin sect, thousands of members of the entire sect are prohibited from learning Jindan Martial Arts, so that this once largest sect in the world can now be bullied by any cat or dog.

Under Zhang Junbao's ban, no one from the major sects who had been friendly with him dared to send experts to help the Shaolin Temple.

Even those big sects secretly laughed at Shaolin Temple for being ignorant of gold and jade. If such a Qilinzi appeared in the sect, not only would they not be able to grasp it, but they would also offend him so severely.

Especially after knowing that the reason why Shaolin Temple forced Zhang Junbao away was just because of a book of Shaolin Arhat Boxing, he even laughed out loud.

What the heck is Luohan Quan? It’s a piece of shit on the street. It’s like picking up sesame seeds and losing the watermelon.

Abbot Tianming turned around and looked at Zen Master Wu Se, who was standing aside and was still looking at the broken knife in his hand: "Junior brother, this will definitely not work. The thousand-year-old foundation of Shaolin Temple must not be destroyed in your hands.

I remember that Zhang Junbao’s attitude towards you was quite good at the beginning, and he even said hello to you when he left the Shaolin Temple.

In the entire Shaolin Temple, he looks at you and Master Jue Yuan in a different light, which is quite rare.

Senior brother, I have an idea. How about you take Master Jue Yuan with you and go to Xiangyang City to visit Zhang Junbao. By the way, see if you can use the name of Master Jue Yuan to obtain the inheritance of Jindan Martial Arts from Zhang Junbao. "

Zen Master Wu Se's expression changed: "Brother Abbot, Wu Se, I cannot afford such a big responsibility. When Zhang Junbao was wronged, although I thought about helping him, I did not take action after all. In this way, I and other monks who took action at that time what is the difference.

How dare he go to Xiangyang City to visit Zhang Junbao.

Besides, Zhang Junbao spreads his teachings widely throughout the world. Although everyone keeps the Shaolin Temple secret, even though I, the Shaolin Temple, try my best, I can only get a few words of inheritance.

But this is not a problem. With the connections and strength of my Shaolin Temple in the world, I only need to spend time to get the complete inheritance of Jindan Martial Arts one day, so why rush it?

Besides, abbot, do you think Master Jueyuan will stand on our side and help us scheme against his precious disciple? "

Zen Master Wu Se rejected Abbot Tianming without even thinking. He could really feel that Zhang Junbao treated him differently from other Shaolin monks and would be closer to him. Even before leaving the Shaolin Temple, Zhang Junbao, in addition to Master Jueyuan, also had a close relationship with him. He also said a few words.

He speculated that this was because when Zhang Junbao was besieged by the Shaolin Temple monks, he never took action, and he still had the idea of ​​secretly helping Zhang Junbao in his heart.

After all, with Zhang Junbao's uncanny ability, the ability to detect other people's emotions is simply not worth mentioning to him.

However, Zen Master Wu Se did not want to take advantage of this closeness. In his opinion, Shaolin Temple owed Zhang Junbao, so what qualifications did he have to ask Zhang Junbao to hand over his inheritance to Shaolin.

Abbot Tianming let out a long sigh: "Junior brother, what you said is wrong. You must be aware of things in the Jianghu. One step is slow, and the other is slow.

Once my Shaolin Temple falls behind others, it will be too difficult to catch up later.

Not to mention, even if my Shaolin Temple can obtain the complete inheritance of Jindan Martial Arts, will those cunning and ghostly people in the world teach the real essence to my Shaolin Temple? Even if they tried their best later, all they would get was the foot-washing water they didn't want.

In this case, how can I, the Shaolin Temple, maintain my position as the leader of the martial arts world?

As for Master Jue Yuan, you don’t have to worry about this. It doesn’t matter whether he is willing to help our Shaolin Temple or not. You used to take him to Xiangyang City in the name of visiting Zhang Junbao. After arriving in Xiangyang, you only need to borrow his name. , you know that Jue Yuan has a very soft character and a stupid mouth, so he will not expose you.

And based on the relationship between my Shaolin Temple and Zhang Junbao, what if Zhang Junbao discovers the truth? Anyway, the relationship is so bad that it can no longer be bad, so what do we have to fear?

Besides, Junior Brother Wu Se, you have been looking at your Broken Sword these days. You must still care about the loss at the hands of Juechen Sword Li Huan. If you don't go to Zhang Junbao, I'm afraid you will be in trouble for the rest of your life. You will all be suppressed by Li Huan, and not only Li Huan, but any famous figure in the world can ride on your head and never stand up! "

After finishing speaking, Abbot Tianming put his hand on Zen Master Wu Se's shoulder and stared at him with a pleading look on his face.

Zen Master Wu Se was stunned. He raised his head and glanced at Abbot Tianming, and then at Zen Master Wu Xiang who was also full of expectations next to him. He didn't speak for seven or eight seconds.

After a long time, he nodded: "In that case, I will go to Xiangyang City this time."

After he finished speaking, he raised his hands in front of his chest and chanted Namo Amitabha without even looking at Abbot Tianming and Zen Master Wuxiang. At the same time, he closed his mouth without saying a word.

(End of this chapter)