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Chapter 293 Starting anew
Time flies by, and in the blink of an eye, more than a week has passed since Master Jueyuan came to Xiangyang City.

Master Jue Yuan’s practice on the Jindan Martial Arts Edition of the Nine Yang Manual went very smoothly.

Master Jueyuan has studied the Nine Yang Manual for many years, and naturally has a deep understanding of this exercise. Moreover, this exercise was deduced by Zhang Junbao based on Master Jueyuan's situation, and it fits him extremely well!

In addition, Zhang Junbao personally guided his cultivation, so Master Jueyuan's progress was even more rapid.

During this time, Master Jue Yuan's courtyard was filled with a terrifying warmth from time to time. Servants often saw a scorching sun rising and setting, as if the courtyard had become a small world of its own.

Zhang Junbao's preaching schedule is very regular, basically every three days.

After the sermon, he would occasionally open a small stove for everyone in the Guo Mansion and impart some additional martial arts knowledge.

Today happens to be the day when Zhang Junbao preaches.

In the main hall of Guo Mansion, he was dressed in white and sitting cross-legged with a futon under his legs. He looked majestic and sacred.

Waves of Taoist sounds came from his mouth. Although the sound was not very loud, no matter where they were in the city, everyone could hear the sound ringing in their ears.

After the big man finished speaking, he immediately won the applause of everyone around him. People who are still in Xiangyang City all have high regard for Zhang Junbao, so they naturally agree with what the big Khan said.

"Abbott, Zhang Junbao is really bullying people. He actually humiliated the monks of my Shaolin Temple like this, and these martial arts people in Xiangyang City also followed him to help him. It really makes me angry, the old monk.

Their expressions were confused at first and then slowly turned to anger as everyone discussed. One of the old men with a stern face approached another old man with a majestic face and whispered in a low voice.

I really regret it. If I could have discovered this person's ambition earlier, I would have killed him before he could grow up. "

"Hmph, I wonder which one these people have committed. Child abuse? Unfilial parents? Killing innocent people indiscriminately? Fishing the common people? Forget it. No matter which one they commit, these people are committing heinous crimes."

Among them, the group on the right occupied four tables, with a total of almost twenty people.

The people around who were immersed in the sound of Taoism saw this scene and quickly stood up and distanced themselves from these people.

"Good guy, I just found a teahouse to drink tea. How could I meet so many scumbags? It's such bad luck. The boss paid the bill. I won't drink this tea anymore."

Zhang Zhenren is so noble. He spreads such a mysterious method as Jindan Martial Arts to the world without any cost. He is simply a saint-like existence. How can he allow those bald donkeys in Shaolin Temple to humiliate him like this!
If Master Zhang hadn't forbidden it, I, Old Zhao, would definitely go to Shaolin and slaughter all those bald donkeys. "

Then he saw a puzzled look on the face of a bearded man: "Isn't it true that you just came to Xiangyang City not long ago? Why don't you have any respect for Master Zhang?"

"Let's go together, let's go together. I really didn't look at the almanac when I went out today, but I encountered so many dirty things."

The majestic old man was naturally Abbot Tianming of Shaolin Temple. He glared hard at the old man who spoke and said softly: "Uncle Huitong, what nonsense are you talking about.

I have to say that the one I despise the most among these eight non-teachings is the eighth Shaolin monk. The small Shaolin Temple dares to accuse Zhang Zhenren of secretly learning martial arts. How ridiculous.

But some people did not agree with their views. He stood up and shook his head: "What if they put the eighth item instead of the first seven? Although Zhenren Zhang doesn't want to see the Shaolin Temple monks, the Shaolin Temple monks have a good reputation in the martial arts. It’s always been good, there’s no need to be so discriminatory.”

Therefore, once someone cannot hear the real Taoist message, they will definitely suffer discrimination in Xiangyang City.

The people at those tables who looked confused were not actually from the same group.

There are also some new people who enter Xiangyang City who look at the people around them with bewildered expressions.

Because these people who cannot hear Zhang Junbao's Taoist message must have violated Zhang Junbao's eight non-teaching rules.

People in Xiangyang City have generally reached a consensus that anyone with Zhang Zhenren's broad mind who is not willing to teach martial arts must be a person who has committed a heinous crime and is extremely unforgivable.

Once someone shows such an expression, the people around him will immediately show contempt.

In the elegant seats of a teahouse, several tables of people showed confused expressions.

Guess why Zhang Zhenren sits in the Guo Mansion and preaches, and he can accurately control whose ears the sound of the sermon sounds.

Could you please pay more attention to what you say? Do you think you live too long? "

Abbot Tianming glared at him, and Monk Huitong was immediately speechless.

yes! This group of Shaolin monks entered Xiangyang City in disguise, so how did Zhang Junbao accurately identify their identities and control the sound of the sermon from ringing in their ears.

Is it possible that Zhang Junbao's magical power is so strong that he can monitor the whole city at any time and distinguish the good, evil and identity of each person?

This magical power is too incredible!

Thinking of this, Monk Huitong couldn't help but break out a thin layer of cold sweat on his back. Could it be that their disguise was actually seen through by Zhang Junbao when they entered Xiangyang City.

In fact, his idea was only partially correct. Although Zhang Junbao had the ability to monitor the entire city, Zhang Junbao did not discover their true identities when they entered the city because Zhang Junbao was not free enough to monitor the entire city at any time.

However, before every sermon, Zhang Junbao would come up with countless thoughts to carefully identify the identity of everyone in the city.

His thoughts have reached the level of a sixth-level ghost fairy. He can generate electricity in a virtual room, see through people's hearts, and identify good and evil, and identify identities. It is simply easy for Zhang Junbao.

In the face of his tyrannical thoughts, how could the Shaolin monk's poor disguise hide it from him.

The identity of the other group of people was also clear to Zhang Junbao. They were the imperial envoys sent by the imperial court, and they were Jia Sidao's cronies, and they also carried the emperor's imperial decree.

Zhang Junbao was slightly surprised when his thoughts explored this teahouse.

These two groups of people came together so coincidentally!
Each of Zhang Junbao's sermons lasted about three hours. During the process of his sermon, the entire Xiangyang City would come to a standstill. No one would continue working while Zhang Junbao was preaching.

And due to the existence of those two groups of people, there was no one else in the entire teahouse at this time.

Anyone who cannot hear sermons in Xiangyang City is like a pot of rat excrement!
No one wants to be contaminated by their aura, for fear of getting too close to them and being included in the category of the Eight Unreligious Teachings.

Abbot Tianming was very patient and waited quietly for the end of Zhang Junbao's sermon.

Zen Master Wuxiang on the side did not have the same concentration as him. He sighed: "Our Shaolin Temple is really screwed. Zhang Junbao has such magical powers. It is really difficult to learn the golden elixir martial arts.

I don't know if Wu Color's trip went smoothly. Logically speaking, a week should be enough, but Wu Color has not sent back any news. "

Tianming Fangzhan shook his head: "There is no way, it is not so easy for Wu Se to deliver the message in Xiangyang City.

If Wu Se does not succeed, then it is time for us to implement our plan."

They didn't know that Zen Master Wu Se in the Guo Mansion on the other side also looked very confused at this time.

Abbot Tianming and the others were not the only ones who couldn't hear the sermon. As the head of Shaolin Luohan Hall, Zen Master Wuse naturally couldn't hear the sermon either. Everyone around him fell into a state of intoxication while listening to the sermon. He was the only one looking around, looking very unusual.

For Zhang Junbao, he has a good impression of Zen Master Wu Se. In fact, he doesn't mind passing on the Golden Pill Martial Arts to Zen Master Wu Se.

But the problem is that Zen Master Wu Se is a disciple of Shaolin Temple.

Once he passes on the Golden Elixir Martial Arts to Zen Master Wu Se, it is equivalent to teaching the Golden Elixir Martial Arts to the Shaolin Temple. Zhang Junbao will naturally not do such a thing.

After coming to Xiangyang City, Zen Master Wu Se wanted to plead with Zhang Junbao on behalf of the Shaolin Temple several times, but every time he wanted to speak, he could not open his mouth.

After all, this matter is really embarrassing. The Shaolin Temple felt sorry for Zhang Junbao before and now wants to ask for Zhang Junbao’s forgiveness. It is hilarious to be arrogant at first and respectful at the end.

The sermon time passed quickly, and three hours passed in the blink of an eye.

With three deafening bells ringing, the sermon ended.

With the end of picking up, the bustle of the past returned to Guo Mansion.

The old naughty boy flew down from the rockery and danced with joy and said: "Zhang Zhenren's sermons are always new to me, and I gain something new every time I listen to them."

As he spoke, the old naughty boy fired several punches, and thousands of fist shadows spurted out from his body, shattering the rockery in front of him and scattering it into broken powder all over the sky.

"It's done! My Kong Ming Fist is finally done!"

Huang Yaoshi on the side saw this scene and admired: "Old naughty boy, your martial arts talent is really high. It only took such a short time to completely perform the Golden Core Martial Arts version of Kong Ming Fist."

The old naughty boy also said cheerfully: "This is not all based on Zhang Zhenren's preaching. Otherwise, old naughty boy, I can't think of the joints even if I try hard."

At this moment, Yinggu came over and grabbed the old naughty boy's ear fiercely, twisting it hard: "You old man, please calm down!

This is not a place for us to live in seclusion. Our home is demolished at every turn. Do you have the money to pay for it? "

The naughty boy had no temper at all towards Yinggu and could only be pulled aside by her by grabbing her ears.

There was a lot of excitement among the people, but Zen Master Wuse stood quietly in the corner, as if he was in another world.

Master Jue Yuan walked up and stood beside him. He held his hands and sighed: "Oh, what an injustice!

In the entire Guo Mansion, only Wu Seqian could not hear Jun Bao's sermon. "

Zen Master Wu Se turned his head and looked at Master Jue Yuan, with a helpless expression on his face.

He could feel the heat like the scorching sun in Master Jue Yuan's body, and he felt a huge sense of oppression just by standing next to him.

"There is no way, our Shaolin owes Master Zhang.

Based on what Shaolin Temple has done, Zhang Zhenren’s approach is already very merciful.

If it were a more domineering figure, Shaolin would have been razed to the ground long ago.

And my identity as a Shaolin monk destined me to have no connection with Jindan Martial Arts.

That's all, that's all!
Maybe it’s my life without color. "

Master Jue Yuan shook his head: "That kid Jun Bao has his own ideas, and I don't want to interfere.

But I still understand your character, Wu Se. If you really want to learn Jindan Martial Arts, I can help you plead with Jun Bao.

As long as you are willing to promise not to teach Jindan Martial Arts to other Shaolin monks, I believe Junbao will sell me, an old man, a face. "

There was a strange color in Zen Master Wu Se's eyes, as if he was a little moved, but he quickly shook his head.

"Thank you Master Jue Yuan for your kindness, but let's forget it!
If there is only one person in the entire Shaolin who has learned Jindan Martial Arts, then I don’t know how I can continue to stay in the Shaolin Temple. "

Zen Master Wu Se felt a little bitter in his heart. Of course he wanted to learn Jindan Martial Arts, but forget it in the Shaolin Temple where he only had his own way.

Only after reading so many Buddhist scriptures and seeing so many disputes in the world did he know what it would cost to stand out from the crowd.

If he really learns Jindan Martial Arts, then he has only two endings.

Either he couldn't resist the pressure and taught the Golden Elixir Martial Arts to the monks in the Shaolin Temple and offended Zhang Junbao, or he was isolated in the Shaolin Temple and became an absolute alien.

Hong Qigong on the side also heard the exchange between the two masters. He came over and laughed: "You little monk, you have been reciting sutras for so long and studying Buddhism for so many years. Why do you keep going back the more you study?

Since Shaolin Temple can’t accommodate you, then just don’t stay in Shaolin Temple.

As long as there is Buddha in your heart, there is no place in the world that is not Shaolin. "

As soon as these words came out, Zen Master Wuse's expression changed slightly.

He murmured to himself: "With Buddha in my heart, where in the world is not Shaolin?

With Buddha in your heart, there is no place in the world that is not Shaolin! "

Wang Chongyang also came over: "What the old beggar said is reasonable. With Master Zhang's ban, who dares to teach the Shaolin Temple's Golden Pill Martial Arts?
How can Shaolin Temple survive in the new arena if it cannot learn Jindan Martial Arts?

There is no point in holding on to a ship that is doomed. "

In this era, the only result for the forces that offended Zhang Junbao was to decline.

The significance of Jindan Martial Arts in this era is like guns. Whoever does not have it will fall behind, and those who fall behind will be beaten.

In fact, it is unrealistic to completely block Jindan Martial Arts.

After all, with the spread of Jindan Martial Arts in the world, Shaolin Temple will definitely be able to learn some scraps of Jindan Martial Arts.

But the difference between studying these scraps and directly listening to Zhang Junbao's sermons and understanding in Xiangyang City is simply a world of difference.

So what if the Shaolin Temple can learn these scraps of Jindan Martial Arts? Just a random person walking out of Xiangyang City can raze the Shaolin Temple to the ground.

Therefore, in his opinion, Zen Master Wuse's persistence at this time was completely meaningless. Instead of declining with the Shaolin Temple, it would be better to simply abandon the Shaolin Temple and start a new one.

(End of this chapter)