The Heavens Start to Reverse Fate from Martial Arts

Chapter 138: Disciple Chunqiu, long time no see!

Songshan.

The ancient Shaolin Temple is solemn and majestic. The buildings are simple and elegant, and the halls and courtyards are scattered among the hillsides. The morning bells and evening drums are melodious, which has the effect of calming the mind and concentrating the spirit.

Mahavira Hall.

On the platform, the golden Buddha smiled while holding a flower. In front of the platform, the old monks sat quietly on the cushions, with their eyes lowered and silent. The atmosphere was depressing, solemn and dignified.

Xuan Nian hurried into the hall and looked at the monks gathered together. His expression immediately became solemn. He came closer, sat cross-legged on the yellow cushion, clasped his hands together in a salute, and said solemnly:
"Abbot... there's news from Bianliang... Daxiangguo Temple was framed by the Imperial Guards. The emperor was furious and ordered the Imperial Guards to thoroughly investigate all Buddhist temples in the country... and they have the power to make arbitrary decisions..."

"Taoist Taiyi will arrive at Songshan soon, accompanied by Jinyiwei Commander Duan Yanqing and Dongchang Supervisor Tong Guan... These two are the emperor's confidants, so we need to make preparations early..."

As he spoke, worry flashed in his eyes. The news from Bianliang reminded him of the Three Wus and One Zong's destruction of Buddhism.

In order to thoroughly investigate Buddhist temples across the country, the government delegated power to the Jinyiwei again despite opposition from the ministers. This signal was not a good sign for Shaolin and Buddhism.

Especially now, many heroes have gathered under Mount Song, waiting to watch the drama of Taoist Taiyi holding Shaolin accountable.

The presence of Commander Duan Yanqing and Factory Supervisor Tong Guan shows that the Song government has also paid attention to this. If not handled properly, the thousand-year reputation of Shaolin Temple will be in jeopardy, and even Buddhist temples across the world may be affected.

"Amitabha..." Xuan Ci stopped twisting the beads, put his hands together, chanted the Buddha's name, and said helplessly: "The ability of Taoist Taiyi to deceive people is rare in the world. The current government is dreaming of immortality. If this continues, Shaolin will be in danger, Buddhism will be in danger, and the world will be in danger."

Master Zhiguang said that Taoist Taiyi wanted to suppress Buddhism and promote Taoism, and his will was very firm. The other party came to Shaolin for questioning, but the deeper purpose was to find a reason to attack Buddhism.

He saw this very clearly, but it was useless to understand it. The opponent was not only extremely powerful, but also occupied the righteousness of the court. This was what made him and Shaolin helpless.

Xuan Bei held the Vajra Staff in his arms, frowned and said, "Buddhism and Taoism have been in harmony for a long time. Why is this Taoist Taiyi so prejudiced against Buddhism? The people of Taoism just ignore him? His attempt to deceive the government will be exposed sooner or later. If Buddhism doesn't go well, will Taoism be able to do better?"

Xuan Ci was silent for a moment, then looked at Xuan Nian and asked, "Has Master Dong Yuan Tong Miao of Maoshan replied?"

Master Dongyuan Tongmiao, also known as Mr. Huayang and whose secular name was Liu Hunkang, was profound in Taoism and famous all over the world. He was highly regarded by the government, who made him the presidency of Shangqing Chuxiang Palace in Bianliang and held a very high status in Taoism.

Given the other party's character, he would not allow Taiyi Taoist to do whatever he wanted. If a Taoist master came forward to mediate, things might turn around.

Xuan Nian said with an unpleasant expression, "Taoist Taiyi has not been ordained, so he cannot be considered a Taoist. His actions have nothing to do with Taoism... These are his original words."

"This is too much!" Xuan Ji growled, raised his hand and slapped it, leaving a clear palm print on the marble: "You are so perfunctory, do you really think I am a fool?"

The other monks frowned slightly, their faces looking a little unhappy. How powerful is Taoist Taiyi? How profound is his practice? How could he be a wild mountain Taoist? This statement was indeed too perfunctory.

The other party has been stirring up trouble in Bianliang for so long, it is impossible for the Taoist scholars to be unaware of it, or to have had no contact with it. The meaning of such perfunctory and stupid behavior is very clear.

Xuan Ci glanced at him calmly, then turned his head to look at Xuan Nian and asked, "Can you see the figures of the Taoists from the three mountains, Maoshan, Longhushan, and Gezaoshan, at the foot of the mountain?"

Xuan Nian shook his head slowly, his face solemn as he said, "Among the heroes at the foot of the mountain, there is no trace of the Taoist priest from Sanshan... but many experts from the Six Gates have come. I suspect that the Jinyiwei and the Dongchang troops have also arrived in advance."

Xuan Du turned the Buddhist beads in his hand and spoke calmly: "Shaolin Temple is now clean inside and out. It is a peaceful place for Buddhism. We don't have to worry about being disturbed by villains."

Over the past six months, the entire Shaolin Temple has worked together to dismiss all monks with bad records in the past. Not only that, all the Shaolin Temple properties around Songshan have also been cleaned up.

No matter how arrogant the Jinyiwei and Dongchang were, they dared not do anything to Shaolin without a solid reason. The majesty of the Zen Buddhism's ancestral temple was not just talk, and with all the heroes present, there was no need to worry about the other party making up a reason out of thin air.

As soon as the words fell, the monks' eyes fell on Xuan Ci.

Everyone knew that the other problems were minor. Only the target of Taiyi Taoist's accountability, Abbot Xuanci, who participated in the Yanmen Pass tragedy thirty years ago, was the core of this Shaolin crisis.

Xuan Ci smiled bitterly and said, "You all know the reason. This old monk will take full responsibility for this matter and give an explanation to Shaolin and the world."

There was only one way left for him, and that was to die to thank the world. Only in this way could he stop the gossips of the world and block the opportunity for Taiyi Taoist to take advantage of the opportunity to cause trouble.

"Amitabha……"

All the monks chanted the Buddha's name in unison, and then became indifferent.

They have discussed this matter many times, and there is no point in talking about it any more. What they need to do now is to conserve their energy and wait for Taoist Taiyi to come.

This confrontation is destined to be extremely dangerous, and no one can predict how it will end. All they can do is to find out the loopholes and block the possibility for the other side to seek opportunities to cause trouble.

……

At the foot of Songshan Mountain, ancient trees tower into the sky, and pine and cypress trees form a forest. Thousands of dry needles have fallen, and all you can see is a withered yellow.

Xiao Feng had a resolute expression as he stood on a large bluestone, quietly looking at the noisy crowd below, a thoughtful look in his eyes.

Beside him, Ah Zhu was wearing a green skirt, with her hands behind her back, and a look of amusement on her face: "Brother Qiao, don't be so quiet."

Qiao Feng retracted his gaze and looked at Ah Zhu with a headache: "Miss Ah Zhu, you should call me Xiao Feng. The Taoist priest asked me to take you on a tour of the martial arts world... I don't know how long we will have to go."

Three months ago, he was worried about the safety of the Beggars' Sect, so he took time out to go to Bianliang with the Beggars' Sect to meet Taoist Taiyi. Although the process was not very pleasant, the result was acceptable.

Today, the Beggars' Sect has been amnestied by the imperial court and incorporated into the Six Gates, an office that specializes in handling the affairs of the underworld. It can be said that they are eating government food, so he can put his mind at ease.

In the past three months, with the help of the Six Gates and the Royal Guards, he had found out everything he wanted to find out. This time he came to Shaolin to give the matter of Yanmen Pass a happy ending.

Ah Zhu's eyes flickered slightly, and she waved her little hand and said, "What's so good about this world? I still prefer the scenery outside the Great Wall. After I have dealt with things in Shaolin, Brother Qiao must take me to the Great Wall for a good stroll." Liao Kingdom... I really don't know what the master is planning?
The task her master gave her was to ensure that Xiao Feng took the position of the King of the Southern Courtyard and to take the opportunity to develop the power of the Niming Pavilion in the Liao Kingdom. If she could accomplish this, she would get a lot of good things from her master, so she was naturally full of energy.

Although Xiao Feng felt helpless, he still nodded and agreed.

Taoist Taiyi had helped him a lot, so it was not easy to refuse this request. With his current strength in the Xiantian realm, he was able to ensure Ah Zhu's safety.

After settling past grudges, he didn't know what to do for a while, so it might be a good idea to go to the frontier to relax.

Ah Zhu smiled sweetly and was about to speak when she heard a very disturbing noise coming from the official road behind the group of heroes. She looked up and saw thousands of people rushing in from the distance on the official road.

The sounds of gongs, drums and suonas could be heard from afar, and thousands of people gathered around a white ritual stand and marched in a very eye-catching manner.

"Xingxiu Old Immortal, with boundless magical power, controls Shaolin, and all the heroes bow down to him...Xingxiu Old Immortal..."

Deafening eulogies, one wave higher than the other, quickly spread across the empty official road.

Ah Zhu's sweet smile froze, replaced by a look of disgust. Such a big scene, such annoying eulogy. If he met Master, wouldn't he slap him to death?

By the way, I seem to have heard A-Bi say that Yuyan’s grandfather, Senior Wuyazi, seemed to have gone to the Xingxiu Sea to look for this Xingxiu Immortal. Could they be the people in front of us?

Thinking of this, Ah Zhu's eyes rolled. She wondered whether Senior Wuyazi would come with his master. If he did, it would be something interesting to watch.

The heroes below looked back in confusion, looking at the mighty team coming from afar, with expressions of inexplicable surprise on their faces.

The team was getting closer and closer, and the heroes could see the whole appearance of the people coming. Sitting on the judge's stand was an old man with white hair and beard, wearing a purple robe with strange star patterns embroidered on it.

Many old martial arts masters recognized Ding Chunqiu's identity at a glance, and many of them immediately warned the surrounding heroes: "It's Ding Chunqiu from Xingxiu Sea. He is good at using poison. Everyone be careful."

Xiao Feng looked at the Xingxiu Sect members approaching with a sharp gaze, and a trace of doubt appeared in his heart. Although Ding Chunqiu's behavior was bizarre, he rarely showed up in the Central Plains martial arts world. He came here in such a high profile today. Could he have some ulterior motive?

"The old immortal is in power, and all the heroes are in awe. Now that you know the old immortal has arrived, why don't you kneel down and worship him! That's right, the old immortal has boundless magical powers, and the Shaolin is under a spell, why don't you kneel down and worship him!"

Fajia finally arrived in front of the group of heroes. The Xingxiu Sect disciples around him had arrogant expressions and kept shouting with disdain, with their heads held high like peacocks.

The heroes around were all angry when they saw this, but they were all afraid of Ding Chunqiu's poisonous skills, so no one dared to take any action.

Ding Chunqiu showed a look of enjoyment as he gently waved the Xiaoyao fan in his hand. He glanced at the heroes present and said disdainfully, "I am facing the law, why don't you retreat quickly? Or do you want to have a taste of my skills?"

"My disciple Chunqiu!... Long time no see! I miss you so much!" An old and melodious voice was heard, and the pine and cypress trees shook rustling, and thousands of pine needles fell like heavy rain.

Ah Zhu covered her mouth and laughed when she heard the voice, her bright eyes filled with smiles: "Hehe, this old immortal is going to be in trouble. From what Senior Wuyazi said, he has a lot of resentment..."

Qiao Feng nodded in agreement: "The resentment is indeed not small..."

Although he had only met Senior Wuyazi a few times, his sage-like temperament and extraordinary conversation and knowledge had left a deep impression on him. For him to say such words, he must have a lot of resentment.

Ding Chunqiu's originally proud face froze. When he heard the strange yet familiar voice, his face turned pale. His body trembled, and he jumped up from the magic stand almost as a conditioned reflex. The Xiaoyao fan in his hand fell down and rolled in the air to the ground.

He turned around suddenly and saw a figure walking towards him quickly with mysterious steps. The figure had flying black hair, an immortal look, and a cold and stern expression on his face. It was his long-dead master, Wuyazi!
Ding Chunqiu was so frightened that he forgot to speak for a moment. He felt a chill running up from the soles of his feet to his heart. He could never have imagined that Wuyazi was still alive and well.

Wuyazi's figure was as fast as lightning, and he arrived in front of Ding Chunqiu's magic frame in a blink of an eye. He glanced at the Xingxiu Sect people who were as quiet as cicadas, waved his hand casually, and rolled up layers of air waves to sweep away dozens of people in front of him.

The Xingxiu Sect disciple who was swept away endured the severe pain and dared not say a word. Together with the other disciples, he carefully looked at Ding Chunqiu's expression and watched the changes in the situation on the field.

The old devil Ding had a changeable temperament and loved to play, which was deeply imprinted in the hearts of all the Xingxiu disciples. When they couldn't figure out whether he was really scared or just acting, the best option was to wait and see.

They will act according to circumstances and encourage whoever is more capable. This is already an old tradition of their Xingxiu sect.

The heroes around him also fell silent. The words "Chunqiu's disciple" shocked everyone. Ding Chunqiu was so powerful, how powerful must his master be?
The heroes looked at each other and slowly retreated in tacit understanding. Compared with Ding Chunqiu, they were more afraid of this unknown person who suddenly appeared.

Wuyazi had a blank expression on his face, looking at Ding Chunqiu as if he were looking at a dead person: "Good disciple! It's been thirty years since we last met... Do you miss me, your master?"

thump!
Ding Chunqiu fell to the ground, his knees weakened, and he knelt on the ground with a look of fear: "I miss... I miss Master very much. I made a mistake that day... I still feel regretful. Master is fine, I am happy... so happy..."

As he spoke, he carefully raised his head, secretly mobilizing his internal strength in his palms, and prepared himself for a desperate fight.

"Humph! What a hypocritical and cowardly person! I was really blind at the beginning!"

Wuyazi snorted lightly, watching his little movements in secret, with a trace of disdain in his eyes. He shook his head, raised his hand and casually slapped out, bending his fingers to generate invisible palm force, and slapped directly towards Ding Chunqiu's head.

Ding Chunqiu's face changed slightly when he heard the sudden strong wind, and he quickly raised his hands to meet it with all his strength. With a bang, the wind wave swept over, and under the huge force, his arms were broken and twisted. Before he could even scream, his head exploded with a puff, splattering everywhere.

"Xingxiu Patriarch, with boundless magical power, killed the rebellious disciple with his own hands..."

"Get lost!" Wuyazi glanced at the people of Xingxiu Sect and spat out a word lightly. The sound was like a surging river, shaking the eardrums of the people around him and causing pain.

The singing stopped abruptly. The disciples of Xingxiu Sect did not dare to stay for even a moment. They threw away the gongs, drums and suonas in their hands, and then turned around and fled without looking back.

Being obedient... is also an old tradition of their Xingxiu Sect.

(End of this chapter)