Under one person: I, Zhang Zhiwei, the arrogant Zhang.

Chapter 645: Unrivaled Pressure, All Major Events in the World Are Determined by a Single Thought

Zhending's right hand holding the Buddhist beads was trembling slightly. He stared at Zhang Zhiwei's eyes, and a cold and penetrating murderous intent poured into his whole body in an almost brutal manner, making him feel like he was falling into an ice cellar.

The slight unhappiness caused by Zhang Zhiwei's impolite words just now disappeared without a trace in an instant.

At the same time, the blessed Buddhist beads bracelet in his hand suddenly broke, and the bright red beads scattered all over the ground, making a crisp sound.

This string of Buddhist beads has been with him for more than 20 years. He chants sutras with it day and night. It has already become spiritual and it is impossible for it to be broken for no reason. It is a warning to him that something terrible is about to happen.

As for what a terrible thing it is...there is no need to say more under the current situation.

The cold murderous intent and the ominous feeling brought by the broken Buddhist beads lingered in Zhending's heart. He didn't dare to say anything more, and couldn't even muster the slightest thought of resistance, and quickly stopped the means.

The strange vision around him disappeared, and he revealed his true appearance. He was a young monk with fair skin and a resolute face. His exact age could not be determined.

"Amitabha, sorry to bother you. I will take my leave now!"

He clasped his hands together in front of Zhang Zhiwei, bowed his head slightly, and then quickly retreated, not even caring about the Buddhist beads scattered on the ground.

“Bring your Buddhist beads!”

Zhang Zhiwei waved his hand, and the Buddhist beads on the ground floated up and flew towards the direction where Zhending left.

Outside the Bafang Inn, Zhending had just hurriedly retreated when he heard the sound of breaking air from behind, as dense as rain.

The speed of the Buddhist beads shooting out was much faster than the speed of sound propagation, and they arrived before Zhang Zhiwei's words.

Zhending was shocked and wanted to use some means to resist, but it was too late in his panic. The fierce wind blew over him, and he was filled with despair. He shouted that the young master had no moral integrity and that his life was over.

But at the moment when these Buddhist beads were about to shoot Zhending into a sieve, it was as if time suddenly stopped. The densely packed Buddhist beads stopped their momentum and stopped right in front of Monk Zhending, less than half an inch away from his face.

He makes light of heavy objects and controls the strength in such a meticulous manner that it is simply amazing.

And those Buddhist beads are also imprinted with Zhang Zhiwei's Dharma thoughts.

These Dharma thoughts fell into Zhending's eyes like eyeballs.

The light in those eyeballs was as bright as stars, yet without the slightest emotion. They looked down at him condescendingly, just like the way Zhang Zhiwei had looked at him before.

Zhending had been a monk in Ci'en Temple since he was young. He had been a vegetarian, chanting Buddhist scriptures, and practicing Buddhism. He had a high level of accomplishment and was a respected master by everyone. But even so, when he looked into those eyes and resisted the divine intent in them, he still felt dizzy.

The young Taoist priest is so powerful, no wonder he dares to challenge Tiantai Sect... Zhen Ding thought to himself.

From Zhang Zhiwei's eyes, he had an indescribable feeling, cold, fierce, like a ruthless road, overlooking from the sky, and like a raging ocean, lingering in his mind for a long time.

This kind of looking down is not something that ordinary people can bear.

In the plot, Master Hutu was driven crazy by Gu Jiting's gaze at him using the Daluodongguan technique. Although Zhang Zhiwei had not reached that point, his will was not something that Zhen Ding could resist.

Zhang Zhiwei did not want to kill Zhending, so after giving him a light punishment and a severe warning, he withdrew his thoughts from the Buddhist beads.

The look of suspicion disappeared. Zhending looked at the Buddhist beads hanging in front of him like a bead curtain. Cold sweat broke out all over. He felt like he had been to the gates of hell.

"Huhuhu..."

There is great terror between life and death. Zhending gasped for breath. After recovering for a moment, he reached out to take the Buddhist beads floating in the air.

But at the moment his fingers touched the Buddhist beads, the beads hanging in the air like a bead curtain suddenly lost their support and scattered all over the ground.

"Clap clap clap..."

The Buddhist beads fell to the ground one after another, making crisp sounds.

Catching the freely falling Buddhist beads is not difficult for any extraordinary person, and even some trained acrobats can catch them.

But Zhending didn't take it, because he was confused. Although he didn't fight with Zhang Zhiwei, his eyes met and his minds collided, and he was defeated.

Zhending watched the Buddhist beads fall to the ground. Every time a bead fell to the ground, it was like a stone falling into calm water, creating ripples in his heart.

As these ripples piled up one after another, his heart became more and more chaotic. If his state of mind was described as a calm lake, then the lake in his heart would be turbulent.

He tried his best to suppress the waves in his heart, but he couldn't.

Thoughts are both powerful and weak.

It is extremely powerful when you try to suppress it.

But if you can see it and do nothing, just look at it and face it, it will slowly dissipate by itself...

Zhending wanted to suppress the fluctuations in his heart lake at this time, but it caused a counter-effect, and the heart lake became even more turbulent.

He couldn't suppress it, and various thoughts popped up in his mind one after another, but in front of the little Taoist priest, he couldn't let them out.

He wanted to leave quickly, go back to recite Buddhist scriptures, meditate and calm himself, but then he remembered what Zhang Zhiwei had just said, "Take your Buddhist beads with you!"
For some unknown reason, he did not leave immediately, but began to pick up the Buddhist beads scattered on the ground.

When picking up the items, he was so confused that he even forgot to use his ability and just bent down to pick them up.

At the beginning, he picked up the beads one by one steadily, but there were too many of them, and his hands began to tremble while picking them up, and his eyes were filled with bloodshot.

"Brother Zhang, that bald donkey seems to be in a weird state."

Li Muxuan said that he saw Zhending's current state through the window, and suddenly remembered the scene when he first met Zhang Zhiwei and tried to attack him with human magnetism, but was backfired by his terrifying magnetic field.

The current Zhending is exactly the same as myself back then.

Perhaps because he had been caught in the rain before, Li Muxuan suddenly wanted to hold an umbrella for others. With a thought, he quietly performed the Eight Directions Reversal Technique and gathered the Buddhist beads scattered on the ground.

Zhending looked at the Buddhist beads gathering from all directions. After a moment of stunned silence, he opened his bloodshot eyes and looked into the inn.

He did not look at Li Muxuan who was quietly helping him, but looked at Zhang Zhiwei.

Zhang Zhiwei was also looking at him, his eyes were without any expression, as calm as water, he just looked at him quietly.

The two looked at each other, Zhending grabbed the remaining Buddhist beads, bowed to the inn, turned around and left in a hurry.

Watching Zhending leave, Li Muxuan looked at Zhang Zhiwei somewhat nervously. He knew that his little action just now would not escape Zhang Zhiwei's discerning eyes.

But Zhang Zhiwei didn't look at him. Instead, he looked up at the top of the inn and said loudly:
"Everyone, now that you're here, why don't you come down for a drink?"

The ancient town of Jiedao is not big, and he has spread the news for some time. With the speed of the aliens, they would have arrived long ago.

In fact, several sects did arrive, but they happened to run into Zhang Zhiwei confronting Monk Zhending from Ci'en Temple.

Although they responded to this action initiated by Zhang Zhiwei personally and showed up at the scene, they were actually still a little nervous.

After all, they are facing the Tiantai Sect, one of the eight Buddhist sects. If they are not careful, it may cause disputes between Buddhism and Taoism, so they have to be cautious.

Moreover, the Heavenly Master did not directly participate in this operation, which means that the position of the Heavenly Master's Mansion may not be very firm. It is possible that at a critical moment, the Heavenly Master will step out to mediate, and then both sides will take a step back.

This is a common practice in the underworld. After all, the underworld is not about fighting and killing, but about human relationships and worldly wisdom.

In this regard, the various sects were not fools and saw it clearly. It was impossible for them to get carried away and follow Zhang Zhiwei all the way just because Zhang Zhiwei raised his arm. What if they were too arrogant and offended the Tiantai Sect too much, and then the Tianshi Mansion and the Tiantai Sect made peace, wouldn't they be embarrassed?

Therefore, they were very restrained about this matter. When they saw the monks from Ci'en Temple coming to persuade Zhang Zhiwei, they did not disturb them but just listened quietly.

They even had an idea in their minds that if the conditions proposed by the monk could persuade the little Taoist priest to go back, and turn a big matter into a small one, that would be good.

Even when Monk Zhending moved out the abbots of the Consciousness-Only School and the Zen School, they felt that this was enough. With these two big guys as guarantors, they would definitely get satisfactory justice in the end.

However, they never expected that the young Taoist priest's toughness far exceeded their imagination. He did not waver in the slightest about the promise of the two abbots and was even very rude in his words, as if he was about to overturn the table.

This made them a little confused. What on earth was the Tianshi Mansion thinking?

Judging from the Heavenly Master's actions, it seems that he wants to quit while he is ahead and end it with the wisdom of the world.

But judging from the way the young Taoist priest spoke and his actions, it seemed that he wanted to beat him to death!

This made them wonder, could it be that there was some inside story, and the Little Heavenly Master really had a conflict with the Heavenly Master, and was insisting on having his own way and targeting the Tiantai Sect?

Despite all these thoughts, they did not show up at the first moment until Zhang Zhiwei called them.

As soon as he finished speaking, the area around Bafang Inn suddenly became lively. The sound of footsteps was like the tide, and many people appeared at once.

Several figures in red appeared at the first moment, led by a middle-aged man with red hair flying like flames.

Behind him stood a young man in red with pigtails. It was Feng Ping, and he was from the Huode Sect.

"Senior Brother Zhang, we are here!"

Feng Ping waved his hands and introduced them cheerfully: "This is my uncle, this is my brother..."

The red-haired middle-aged man raised his hand, and the two young disciples behind him immediately covered Feng Ping's mouth. The red-haired middle-aged man bowed and smiled:

"Huode Sect, Wu Zhan, I have met the Little Heavenly Master. I have brought my disciples here this time to help the Little Heavenly Master seek justice, eliminate evil, and purge the scum from the martial arts world of Shenzhou."

He is a generation older than Zhang Zhiwei, so logically, he shouldn't have to do so. However, in the world of extraordinary people, strength is respected, and this is not the place where one can take advantage of one's seniority.

Moreover, most of the people who responded to Zhang Zhiwei's call this time admired him, so there was naturally no open or secret fighting in the underworld.

Zhang Zhiwei was naturally very polite to these fellow martial artists who responded to his call.

"Greetings to Senior Wu Zhan and everyone from Huode Sect. I would like to express my gratitude here," Zhang Zhiwei said with his hands folded, and then pointed to the table next to him: "Everyone, please come this way."

Wu Zhan smiled and nodded, then sat on it with a few disciples.

Following Huo Dezong into the room were two elegant and handsome swordsmen in green robes.

However, unlike the Huode Sect, there are no elders among them, only two younger ones.

"Liuyun Sword, Lin Zifeng, meet the little Taoist priest," said a young man with white hair and a shawl.

"Liuyun Sword, Zhang Dong, meet the young master!" said the older young man with a bow.

When he saw these two people, Li Muxuan's eyes moved slightly.

Actually, he had some friendship with these two people. At that time, they had eliminated a group of bandits together. They were of the same mind and wanted to travel together, but after Zhang Dong knew that he was the disciple of Ghost Hand King, he thought he was a monster and intended to draw a clear line between them.

Lin Zifeng, one of the thirty-six thieves, was the one that Zhang Zhiwei thought of and he immediately went over to greet him. He had no friendship with Liuyun Sword, and it was really beyond his expectation that someone from the other side would come over.

"Nice to meet you, nice to meet you!" Zhang Zhiwei said with a smile.

"You are too polite, Little Heavenly Master," Zhang Dong said, "This is the first time that Little Heavenly Master is meeting us, but this is not the first time that we are meeting Little Heavenly Master!"

"Oh? When have I seen him?" Zhang Zhiwei asked curiously.

"It's at Yinghe Tower!" Lin Zifeng said excitedly, "I can still vividly remember how Senior Brother Zhang captured the Ghost Hand King with one hand and defeated the head of Quan Xing Sect. It just so happens that Senior Brother and I are traveling in this area. When we heard Senior Brother Zhang calling for fellow martial artists, we came here uninvited. We hope that the little master will not despise our low skills!"

"Brother Lin, you are joking. I welcome you all to come. How could I be disgusted by you?"

Zhang Zhiwei smiled and said that this was not a polite remark. What he wanted was justice, not fighting power. It would be enough to just show his support.

At this time, Li Muxuan thought of the past and went over to pay his respects.

With the change of identity, Li Muxuan went from being a demon disciple to an immortal disciple, and Zhang Dong was a little at a loss.

Lin Zifeng said with a smile: "Brother Li has turned over a new leaf and joined Trinity. This is cause for celebration. My senior brother and I made a mistake back then. I apologize here."

Li Muxuan is a submissive person. If you get along with him, he will be good in everything. If you go against him, he will be a bad boy. Seeing Lin Zifeng's attitude, he naturally greeted him with a smile.

After the Liuyun Sword, a large number of people from other sects came in one after another.

Liu Deshui, who had been instructed by Zhang Zhiwei in the Lu family compound, came over with several fellow disciples from Yanwu Hall.

Zhou Sheng, Zhou Meng, Hong Yin and others from Wudang, several disciples from Baiyu Palace of Shenxiao Sect...even Ruan Tao and others from Qingzhu Garden came.

Li Muxuan felt a little uncomfortable when he saw the people from Qingzhuyuan.

However, Ruan Tao, after learning that Li Muxuan had entered Trinity Academy, went over to greet him. The two men exchanged a few words and shook hands in peace. It can be said that they became friends after a fight.

From the change in these people's attitudes, Li Muxuan realized the importance of stance and the weight of the Trinity Sect.

……

……

People kept coming, and soon the inn was filled with people from all walks of life.

Most of these people had a friendship with Zhang Zhiwei, either they had been instructed by him in the Lu Family Compound, or they had met him during the Battle of Changbai Mountain in Northeast China.

However, most of the people who came were young people, and there were not many old masters like Wu Zhan of Huode Sect.

The last to appear were Patriarch Wang and Patriarch Lu. They had arrived earlier but had not come in.
"It's been a while since I last saw you. I hope you are doing well, little master!"

Patriarch Wang and Patriarch Lu bowed and smiled.

"Senior Wang and Senior Lu are here!" Zhang Zhiwei went over to greet them.

Although the two family heads came in person to show their importance, they did not bring many people with them and only picked two younger generations to follow them.

The head of the Wang family is accompanied by the two brothers Wang Wen and Wang Wu. As for Wang Ai, he wanted to come, but he couldn't leave the Magic City. Master Huang Liu and Master Huang Jiu have already taken people to the Magic City, and he is busy arranging them.

The head of the Lu family was accompanied by Lu Ren, his father and brother. Lu Ci was overjoyed and hurried over to greet them.

After a few polite words, the head of the Wang family whispered, "Little Heavenly Master, not all the people here are juniors. There are still some old guys outside the inn. It's just that they can't see your specific plan, so they are still waiting and watching, and only sent the juniors here."

"We are family. No matter what you decide, I will definitely stand by you. Tell me what you think. Do you really want to fight? To what extent? We can then judge how much effort we should contribute."

(End of this chapter)