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

Chapter 646: The Taoist Master is going to destroy the palace of you bald asses
"We will definitely fight. Senior Wang, don't worry about how serious the fight will be. I know what I'm doing. As for how much effort I'll put in..."

Zhang Zhiwei said with a smile, "I set up the game this time, and Senior Wang has been busy arranging things for me and inviting all the fellow practitioners. He has already made great efforts. How can I continue to trouble you? You can just watch from behind and see me challenge you!"

The Tiantai Sect in Tiantai Mountain is only the ancestral temple of this lineage. They have many branches and progenitors, such as the Tiantai Sect in Higashi Mountain in Japan, which was spread out by them.

However, with the passage of time, the ancestral temple has declined, while the Tiantai Sect in Bihe Mountain has flourished and has become the largest Buddhist force in Japan. The ancestral temple and its branches have changed their offensive and defensive positions.

But even so, a rotten ship still has 3,000 nails. If the Tiantai Sect is disturbed, there will definitely be a lot of trouble later. Their Taoism and Buddhism are not in the same boat, so there is no question of whether it will be troublesome or not. But other forces are different.

Watching the ceremony, are you asking us to come and watch the show? Patriarch Wang understood what Zhang Zhiwei meant. He wanted to overthrow the Tiantai Sect by himself.

This action seemed extremely crazy to him. If someone else had proposed it, he would have regarded it as nonsense and a fool's dream.

But when he heard it from Zhang Zhiwei's mouth, he believed it a little.

He narrowed his eyes and thought to himself, The little Taoist priest said he wanted to choose the venue and asked me to watch from the side, but, should I really just watch from the side?

After thinking for a while, Patriarch Wang came up with a plan. Now that the eldest child in the family had clearly decided to follow him, the strength he had shown was also worthy of being followed. In this case, the greater the risk, the greater the reward...

"Little Master, you are the benefactor of my Wang family. How can I stand by and watch coldly because of a little concern?"

The head of the Wang family said with a resolute face: "Little Heavenly Master, you don't have to worry about me. Although my Wang family is not very powerful, we are not afraid of the revenge of the Tiantai Sect."

At this time, the head of the Lu family, who had not interrupted, suddenly spoke:

"Brother Wang has said everything I wanted to say. My Lu family will definitely stand by the young Taoist priest."

His two sons followed Zhang Zhiwei and both got great opportunities. It can be said that even for the future of his two sons, he had to give it a try.

Having said that, Zhang Zhiwei no longer refused and said with a smile:
"In that case, the two seniors should stay with me and act according to circumstances."

"Don't worry, little Tianshi, we old guys won't take risks," then the head of the Wang family whispered, "What are your plans for those old guys lurking outside, little Tianshi?"

"No problem!" Zhang Zhiwei waved his hand and said, "Those seniors sent their juniors to support me, and I am naturally grateful. They have their concerns, so there is no need to trouble them."

Afterwards, Zhang Zhiwei began to greet everyone.

He is not good at this kind of thing, but he can't resist everyone's enthusiasm, and any word he says will get a warm response.

Because most of the people who came here were young and had no concerns about talking, the whole inn soon became lively.

As for the few older generations, they sat at a separate table and chatted with each other. The older generations were all good at dealing with people, and with Zhang Zhiwei as a bond, they quickly became familiar with each other.

During this period, Wu Zhan of Huode Sect was also asking Zhang Zhiwei about his plan, how to fight and how big the attack would be.

Zhang Zhiwei did not beat around the bush and told him that it depended on what the Tiantai Sect said.

If the Tiantai Sect gives a satisfactory answer, then naturally a big matter will be reduced to a small one.

If the Tiantai Sect resists stubbornly and refuses to change, then their main hall will be destroyed.

Most of the people in Huode Sect are straightforward and have bad tempers, which is why he did not just stand by and watch, but directly participated in leading the fight.

When he heard that Zhang Zhiwei was going to destroy the main hall, he immediately slammed the table and burst into laughter, saying that Zhang Zhiwei was a guts. No matter whether it was just words spoken in anger or not, he felt that this kind of character was right.

At the same time, in another inn not far from Bafang Inn, a group of people who were dressed the same as the various forces in Bafang Inn, but were obviously much older, were having a party.

Compared with the bustling Bafang Inn, the atmosphere here is deserted and much more serious.

"It's quite lively there, without any sign of impending storm. We are worrying about nothing," a middle-aged man in a Tang suit with thick joints on his hands asked, "What do you think?"

This person is an elder from Yanwu Hall.

"What are you thinking?" said a middle-aged man with a long sword on his back, hair tied up high, handsome appearance, and a sharp aura like a sword:

"We came here to support the Little Heavenly Master at his invitation, didn't we? In my opinion, we should just go there directly like Wu Zhan did. Now when I think about the Japanese pirates' conspiracy in our Shenzhou Jianghu, I feel nauseous. It's more nauseating than having a few more Quan Xing monsters."

This person is an old master of Liuyun Sword School.

At this time, the head of Qingzhu Garden, who was dressed in green, said, "Don't worry, Brother Liu. We are definitely on the side of the Little Heavenly Master, there is no doubt about that, but some things cannot be rushed. The Heavenly Master is not in a hurry to show up, so why should we be in a hurry?"

"Brother Ruan is right!" said Master Hutu, the well-mannered and well-mannered head of the Shuzi Sect, who was wearing a long robe. "We are here to support the young master, but we are not here to add fuel to the fire, but to put it out!"

"Master Hutu, you are good at Liu Yao and money. How about you calculate how this matter will end?" someone asked.

Master Hutu shook his head and said, "People like us can't stir up much trouble even if we work hard, but the little master is the kind of person who can turn the world upside down with a single thought. His power is too great. I will go after him, unless I don't want to live anymore."

"So how are you going to put out the fire?" the man asked.

Master Hutu smiled and said, "It's very simple. We just have to act according to circumstances. If the Little Heavenly Master has an overwhelming advantage, then we will stand up to support him and put out the fire with ease. If the Little Heavenly Master is in trouble, we will step out to be the peacemaker and smooth things over to prevent the situation from getting worse. It's that simple."

There are many controversies surrounding Hu Tu. In the plot, Zhou Sheng criticized him as worthless, saying that he was seeking fame and reputation and that he was tempted by the technique.

But no matter what, when he killed Hu Haiwang, the Eight Great Skills had not yet been created. He was indeed a person who could not tolerate any grain of sand in his eyes.

He could not tolerate his own people colluding with Quan Xing, and naturally he could not tolerate his people colluding with the Japanese pirates.

So he came in person for this matter. He was also one of the few clan leaders who came in person, besides the heads of the Wang and Lu families.

"Old Hu's idea is good. We should drink wine one sip at a time and walk the road one step at a time. If we go up like Wu Zhan, we will take big steps and easily get hurt!" said the master named Liu of Liuyun Sword.

On the other side, Bafang Inn.

After the monk who pretended to be a storyteller was chased away, there were no more performances on the stage of the inn.

The young generation present all wanted to ask the young Taoist priest for some advice, but as the war was approaching, they were too embarrassed to ask the young Taoist priest for guidance, so they thought of a way to demonstrate their skills on the stage so that the people below could give comments.

As long as there is a show to watch, Zhang Zhiwei naturally has no objection.

The first to come on stage were the two younger generations brought by the head of the Wang family, Wang Wen and Wang Wu.

Zhang Zhiwei had seen these two people before. When he massacred Dawang Mountain and rescued some innocent women who were abducted by bandits, it was Wang Ai who notified these two people to be resettled.

After Wang Wen and Wang Wu came on stage, they took out paper and pen and drew a picture each.

Wang Wen's painting was a picture of a beautiful woman dancing with a sword. When he shook his hand, a woman drawn with ink lines jumped out of the painting, holding an ink sword, and began to dance.

As they danced, the ink fluttered in the air, and the entire stage seemed to have turned into a painting, with those ink-colored women being the people in the painting.

Wang Wu painted a guqin, and with a shake of his hand, the guqin flew out of the painting. He placed the guqin on his legs, took a horse stance, leaned back slightly, stretched out his hand to play the guqin, and the guqin painted in ink made a pleasant sound.

He was playing the piano to entertain the sword-dancing girl.

Although this method was not very clever, it was very entertaining and everyone cheered. Zhang Zhiwei also clapped his hands, and at the same time he was muttering in his heart, the one named Wang Wu was playing the piano, and the one named Wang Wen was dancing with the sword, maybe these names were reversed.

After Wang Wen and Wang Wu finished the rehearsal.

Lin Zifeng of Liuyun Sword couldn't wait to run up.

In his opinion, although the sword dance just now was very entertaining, that was all. In terms of sword skills, if Liuyun Sword was second, no one would dare to claim to be first.

Heard that the young master was also an expert in swordsmanship, so he wanted to show off his skills in front of the young master.

Lin Zifeng was dressed in tight clothes, with his waist straight. He drew the long sword behind him, and the cold light flashed, illuminating the whole room.

He began to take a step forward and draw his sword. No matter what kind of Kung Fu it was, it was inseparable from body movements, and the same was true for swordsmanship.

Lin Zifeng's speed was very slow at first, but soon his steps became more and more frequent and his speed became faster and faster. He even ran and jumped, and the long sword in his hand danced more and more rapidly.

His figure twisted and turned on the narrow stage, his sword moves fiercely, the sword light shimmers, and it seems very skilled, but in fact he does not have any complicated moves, only simple basic movements such as chopping, stabbing, poking, lifting, twisting, sweeping, and lifting.

But even these basic movements produced quite extraordinary effects, with fine sword energy flying out.

The entire stage was shrouded in sword energy, but the strange thing was that despite the surging sword energy, it did not affect the surroundings at all. Every ray of sword light would suddenly disappear after flying out of the range of the stage, which reflected Lin Zifeng's superb control.

"He is worthy of being Liuyun Sword's disciple. The sword in his hand seems to have an extra arm out of thin air. His hands move as his eyes do, and the sword moves as his hands do. It's simply a miraculous skill." Someone exclaimed.

After Lin Zifeng finished his drill, he put away his sword, clasped his hands towards Zhang Zhiwei and said, "Please give me some comments, Senior Brother Zhang."

Zhang Zhiwei took a sip of wine and said with a smile: "It can be seen that you Liuyun Sword attach great importance to the foundation. It is good to build a tall building from the ground, but once the foundation is solid, you should consider the rest."

"Regarding some sword knowledge, I believe your sect has it, so I won't talk about it. I just want to ask you, what is the meaning of minor success in swordsmanship? What is the meaning of major success?"

Lin Zifeng answered almost without thinking: "For minor sword skills, take the steps; for major sword skills, take the shoulders."

Zhang Zhiwei shook his head after hearing this: "In my opinion, the minor skill of swordsmanship is to use the eyes, while the major skill of swordsmanship is to use stabbing."

Lin Zifeng showed a puzzled look on his face. This was different from what was said in the sect. However, even so, he did not refute it by citing scriptures, but humbly asked for the reason.

Zhang Zhiwei said: "Kendo is also swordsmanship. Why do we need swords? Because human flesh is soft, so we use sharp and hard swords to kill our opponents. Even if the skills are close to the Tao, they are still skills. Whether it is splitting the sky with a sword or splitting the mountain with a sword, these are human skills, not the skills of the sword. The sword is just a skill used to kill the opponent. This skill cannot move mountains or overturn the sea..."

The sword has been overestimated by many people. They have added many things that do not belong to the sword, thus forgetting its original appearance. How can such kendo be pure?

When Zhang Zhiwei was preaching, the whole inn was silent. Even the older generation stopped talking, drank and ate, and listened attentively.

On the other side, Tiantai Temple is built on the Tiantai Mountain, with a glazed golden roof and whitewashed walls that glow golden in the sun. The Main Hall is magnificent, like an emperor's palace.

At the foot of the mountain, Zhang Zhiwei gathered his friends for a drink.

On the mountain, the Tiantai Sect gathered fellow practitioners and pilgrims to hold a water and land ceremony.

The Water and Land Ceremony is the mother of all Buddhist rituals. “Water” and “land” imply that the effectiveness of the ritual is far-reaching.

Therefore, the Water and Land Dharma Assembly is not just one ceremony, but a series of ceremonies, which requires the participation of one hundred monks and hundreds or even thousands of lay Buddhists, chanting Buddhist scriptures, and lasts for seven days and seven nights.

The Tiantai Sect's Dharma Assembly is naturally filled with flowers, brocade, blazing fire and great momentum.

The air was filled with sandalwood incense, the sound of Buddhist chanting, and various long banners flying in the sky. Monks dressed in colorful robes were chanting sutras on the platform. After chanting the Lotus Sutra, they chanted the Shurangama Sutra, the Infinite Life Sutra, the Avatamsaka Sutra, etc.

Under the platform, there was a bustling crowd. Knowing that the Tiantai Sect was going to hold a water and land ceremony, believers from around Mount Tiantai all gathered here. Because the ceremony would last for seven days and seven nights, the number of believers was constantly increasing.

Some of these believers sat on the cushions prepared by the temple, some sat on small stools they prepared themselves, and some sat on the ground.

The first day of the Dharma Assembly ended. On the morning of the second day, a group of monks recited the "Sutra on Rebirth and Salvation of the Dead", talked about the "Seal of Anbang Tianbao", and read the "Scroll of Encouragement to Practice Merit" on the platform.

The sun was shining brightly and the temperature was just right, making the believers, who had been reading Buddhist scriptures all night, feel drowsy.

At the foot of Tiantai Mountain.

Zhang Zhiwei walked out of the Bafang Inn, followed by a group of young people.

"Brother Zhang, we are going to cross the mountain, right?"

The younger generation is all eager to try.

On another street, the older generation was lurking, observing secretly, trying to figure out how Zhang Zhiwei was going to make his way through the mountains.

Zhang Zhiwei looked up at Tiantai Mountain and said with a smile, "Let's go now, everyone follow me."

Everyone immediately took alert, even the elders were no exception.

"As the leader, I will go ahead. Everyone should follow quickly."

Just as he finished speaking, a lion's roar that shook the earth rang out, and beneath him, a strange beast appeared, more than two meters tall, more than five meters long, covered in indigo, and with nine heads gathered together.

There was a lotus platform on the back of the strange beast, and Zhang Zhiwei was sitting on the lotus platform.

"Everyone, let me take the first step."

With a loud bang, a big hole appeared in the ground.

The nine-headed lion rose from the ground, leaped dozens of feet, and jumped directly out of the town. Then, after a few leaps, clouds rose from under the paws of the nine-headed lion.

It rode on the clouds and went straight up into the sky, carrying Zhang Zhiwei towards the Tiantai Sect.

The people below looked at Zhang Zhiwei's figure getting smaller and smaller in the sky, and they all looked at each other in silence.

Zhang Zhiwei rode on a nine-headed lion, carrying the blue sky and the clouds, and stopped halfway up the mountain. His voice arrived before he did.

His voice followed closely after a lion's roar that shook the earth.

"I, Zhang Zhiwei, am going to destroy the main palace of you bald asses today!"

It is said that courtesy comes before force.

Zhang Zhiwei felt that hosting a banquet at the foot of Mount Tiantai to entertain his fellow practitioners was already a courtesy.

But apart from Zhending from Ci'en Temple who talked a lot of nonsense, no one from the Tiantai Sect came.

Since they don't want to face him, he can only trample on their stinky faces and then "ask" for justice.

(End of this chapter)