Dreaming for 10,000 years

Chapter 68: Not Killing
After Xu Zhu saw the two of them go in, he said goodbye to Su Xinghe, then went down the mountain to Dali and sent a letter to the Duan family in Dali.

Afterwards, he entered Sichuan from Dali, sending out invitations along the way.

Suddenly one day, he saw many people from the underworld gathering together.

Although those people from the martial arts world hid their figures, they were still noticed by Xu Zhu.

He treated people with sincerity and sought advice from a man in the martial arts world. He found out that the man's name was "Sang Tu Gong" and he was one of the masters of the thirty-six caves.

Lord Sang Tu came here to participate in the Ten Thousand Immortals Conference held by Boss Wu to deal with Tianshan Tonglao, the owner of Lingjiu Palace on Piaomiao Peak!
Xu Zhu was overjoyed when he heard this. With so many people, he didn't have to send out invitations to everyone one by one.

So at night, Xu Zhu also came to the Ten Thousand Immortals Conference, hiding in the crowd and watching the Conference quietly.

The so-called "Congress of Ten Thousand Immortals" was a mobilization meeting for the masters of the thirty-six caves and the seventy-two islands to complain to each other, encourage each other, and counterattack Lingjiu Palace.

They even had to swear an oath of blood, and everyone present had to slash one of the little girls with a knife.

The girl was secretly captured from Lingjiu Palace by Boss Wu.

It is perfect for use as a sacrificial offering!
Xu Zhu frowned as he watched.

What the Conference of Ten Thousand Immortals is? It’s nothing but a mob!
And it's opened at night, isn't it embarrassing?
He even attacks innocent little girls. What a scum!

Do you really want to post to these people?

But he quickly thought and decided to just send out the invitation first.

It’s their business whether they come or not!

"Ahem..." Xu Zhu cleared his throat and prepared to speak.

This cough immediately attracted the attention of those people.

"I am Xu Zhu from Shaolin Temple. I have a few words to say." Xu Zhu put his palms together and spoke to the people surrounding him.

Just as they were preparing to swear an oath of blood, they heard a monk suddenly appear. Someone immediately shouted, "Where did you come from..."

Before he could finish his words, he was stopped by Boss Wu.

Boss Wu is one of the masters of the thirty-six caves and the initiator of this Ten Thousand Immortals Conference. He has a fierce personality, acts decisively, and is rough on the outside but meticulous on the inside.

"Master, may I ask which Shaolin Temple this is from?!" Boss Wu looked at Xu Zhu cautiously and said.

There were so many of them, but they had never noticed these monks, which shows how extraordinary this monk is.

Xu Zhu said: "This is what I want to say. In order to prevent the people in the martial arts world from misunderstanding the Shaolin Temple in the future, our temple will debate with the fake temple on the fifth day of the fifth month of next year at Shaoshi Mountain."

"After the debate, there is only one Shaolin Temple in the world."

It turned out to be a monk from the New Shaolin Temple in Yuntaishan!
Boss Wu immediately understood what Xu Zhu meant by the voice-over.

"Master, do you have any other advice for me?" Boss Wu asked again.

"All living things suffer!" Xu Zhu clasped his hands together and said, "I heard from the sidelines that the lay Buddhists were bullied by the Tianshan Child-Grandma of the Vulture Palace."

"Although the Tianshan Child-Grandma is hateful, you, the laymen, don't take your anger out on an innocent little girl!"

"Why not let me take her away!"

Boss Wu sneered in his heart. They had just chosen the object for the blood oath, and you, a monk, jumped out!
What do you mean?
"Monk! You are so shameless!"

The one who spoke was a Taoist priest named Buping Taoist, who was quite prestigious among the thirty-six caves and seventy-two islands.

Xu Zhu looked at him and said, "Because I am a monk from Shaolin Temple!"

"Your Shaolin Temple has such a great reputation!" another person said.

The man was wearing a green shirt, had a handsome face, and long flowing beard. He called himself the Sword God Zhuo Bufan!
A man who calls himself the God of Sword is naturally arrogant.

Not to mention Shaolin Temple, even if the new Shaolin Temple abbot Fanci came in person, he would not give face.

"That's right! Shaolin Temple has a lot of reputation in the martial arts world!" Xu Zhu looked at him and said. "Heh..." Sword God Zhuo Bufan saw Xu Zhu's answer and knew that this bald donkey was probably looking for trouble.

With a "swish", the sword in his hand came out of the sheath.

His sword was very fast and strange, but what was even stranger was the green light on the tip of his sword!
A half foot long green light that flickers and scatters!
The green light accompanied the sword, giving it a sense of spirituality and a sense of cold murderous intent!
This sword made the thirty-six cave masters and seventy-two island masters who were watching understand why this man could arrogantly call himself the God of Sword.

If he can practice sword skills to such a level, then who else could be the Sword God if not him?
The sword flashed and chopped Xu Zhu's body.

Sword God Zhuo Bufan's expression changed.

His sword did hit Xu Zhu, but it didn't hurt him at all.

A faint golden light was looming on Xu Zhu's body.

"The Indestructible Body of Vajra?" he asked doubtfully.

Xu Zhu just shook his head and said, "No, it's "Golden Bell Cover"!"

"Laymen, bear witness for me. It was this layman who attacked first. I had no choice but to fight back!"

Following Xu Zhu's words, a scorching wave of air rose in the Ten Thousand Immortals Conference.

The masters of the thirty-six caves and seventy-two islands had never seen such a magical skill before, and they were all dumbfounded. Even the little girl who was surrounded by them and was about to be killed looked at Xu Zhu in shock.

There is such a magical power in the world!
"One sword and one punch!"

With a "whoosh" sound, Xu Zhu's fist, carrying a wave of heat, arrived in front of the Sword God Zhuo Bufan.

Sword God Zhuo Bufan suppressed his surprise, knowing that he could not dodge now, so he struck out with his sword again.

The sword flashed like a star in the darkness, facing Xu Zhu's fist.

Unfortunately, he underestimated Xu Zhu's fist and overestimated his own fist.

With a "crack", his sword was broken by Xu Zhu's fist.

With a "bang", he was hit by Xu Zhu's fist and flew several feet away, his life or death unknown.

After one punch, the heat on Xu Zhu's body gradually dissipated, and he said, "The monk's cultivation is not bad. He can actually block my punch!"

Several people who were related to Sword God Zhuo Bufan hurried forward to check Zhuo Bufan's injuries. They saw that Zhuo Bufan was breathing in more than he was breathing out, and there was a fist mark on his chest.

"Apply the medicine quickly!" Several people were busy treating Zhuo Bufan.

Xu Zhu did not stop them, but said to Wu Lao Da: "I have finished what I want to say. What do you think, layman?"

What can Boss Wu say?

He was caught in a dilemma.

On the one hand, if they let this man take the little girl away, wouldn’t their Ten Thousand Immortals Conference be a joke?

But if he is not allowed to take the little girl away, how many people can stop this Shaolin monk with supernatural powers?

"Master, you are so kind, why don't you lead us to the Lingjiu Palace and save us?" Boss Wu gritted his teeth and said, "If you can save us, we are willing to serve you!"

Xu Zhu just shook his head and said, "I never like killing. I only attacked in self-defense. I am a monk, how can I lead you lay people to kill people?"

“Not right! Not right!”

He stepped forward, grabbed the little girl and said, "I will not disturb you now. Please do as you please."

After that, he lifted his legs and left.

Wherever he passed, everyone made way for him, and no one dared to stop him!

(End of this chapter)