I am Zhao Zhijing, a poor Taoist priest, and I have disciples all over the world.

Chapter 146: The Remnants of the Stars
Although Monk Wu Se had joined the Shaolin Temple more than ten years ago, he still knew very little about this matter involving a century-old feud in the temple.

However, one thing Zhao Zhijing said made him very concerned, that is, the Gongping Sect openly targeted Buddhist disciples, especially the monks of Shaolin Temple.

When the zombies were most rampant, Shaolin Temple was attacked several times and the loss of manpower was the heaviest.

After the armies of Song and Mongolia successively eliminated the zombies from the open, the number of times the evil people of the Gongping Sect appeared decreased.

Therefore, the rumors that Gongping Cult and Shaolin Temple have an irreconcilable feud, and that they are controlling the zombies behind the scenes, are not groundless fantasies at all.

Monk Wu Se walked back and forth in the Zen hall twice. Knowing that this matter concerned the lives of all people in the world, he slapped his thigh and said decisively: "Master Zhao, please go with me to see the abbot of this temple, Zen Master Tianming!"

Monk Wu Se was a man of impetuous temperament and left without delay, taking Zhao Zhijing and his disciples with him.

At this time, the abbot, Zen Master Tianming, was mostly meditating in the abbot's room. Monk Wu Se asked the young monk guarding the gate to go in and report that he had something extremely important to discuss.

"Uncle Wu Se, the abbot wants to see you."

The three of them then entered the abbot's room. After Monk Wu Se introduced Zhao Zhijing and his disciple, Zen Master Tian Ming slowly said, "So you are a disciple of the Quanzhen Sect's Yu Yang Zhenren."

Zen Master Tianming looked to be in his sixties or seventies, and was obviously a high-ranking monk of the same generation as the Seven Masters of the Quanzhen Sect. Although he had been practicing in Shaolin Temple for a long time, he was well aware of the slightest movement in the martial arts world.

"I wonder how your sect's head, Master Ma Yu, is doing these days?"

Zhao Zhijing bowed and said, "The headmaster is in good health and is now concentrating on cultivating the Dao. He no longer cares much about the affairs of the sect."

"In the martial arts world, the new generation is better than the old. The Quanzhen Sect has a talent like Zhao Xianji. Danyang Zhenren can naturally devote himself to cultivation."

Monk Wu Se saw the old abbot rambling on and on, and he himself was unable to get a word in. Although he knew that dealing with the Gongping Sect would not be a matter of a day or a night, he still showed an impatient look.

"colorless."

Zen Master Tianming suddenly said, "Look at you again. You have been a monk for more than ten years. Why are you still so irritable?"

Monk Wu Se touched his bald head out of habit and grinned.

"Uncle Abbot, this disciple and Taoist Zhao do have something important to discuss."

When Monk Wu Se saw that the abbot did not stop him, he began to recount the whole incident from beginning to end, with Zhao Zhijing occasionally adding a few words.

After a cup of tea, Zen Master Tianming heard that Zhao Zhijing came here to ask what happened to Ding Chunqiu who had been imprisoned in the temple's discipline courtyard, and he sighed slightly.

"Namo Amitabha."

After chanting the Buddha's name, Zen Master Tianming remained silent with his eyes closed for a long time. No one knew what he was thinking about. If the Buddhist beads in his hand were not still turning, most people would think he was asleep.

"To eliminate the unprofitable for all living beings is called great compassion. To give oneself up and happily give to others is called great generosity."

Zhao Zhijing had also read some Buddhist scriptures and knew that this was a passage from the Mahaparinirvana Sutra, which meant that if there were sentient beings suffering, one should use wisdom and ability to help them escape from suffering.

"After being imprisoned in the Discipline Hall of our temple, Donor Ding was still stubborn and unrepentant, always spreading evil words to confuse the people. Master Xuanji of our sect had no choice but to abolish his martial arts and confine him to the back mountain."

It turned out that although Ding Chunqiu was a despicable and cruel person, he was from the Xiaoyao School after all. He had dabbled in classics, history, poetry, and songs, and had great eloquence.

Whenever the monks from the Vinaya Institute gave lectures on Buddhism in an attempt to influence him, he would refute them with various reasons.

What Buddhists say about not being a son or a minister, and throwing Heaven, Earth, the Emperor, parents, and teachers all behind one's back, being unfilial and disloyal, truly disregarding human ethics.

Or maybe Emperor Shizong of the Later Zhou Dynasty, Chai Rong, believed that Buddhist temples did not pay taxes, but occupied a lot of land, which hurt the foundation of the country. Zhao Zhijing frowned slightly after hearing this. Ding Chunqiu was hit by a life and death talisman, and the antidote was in the hands of Shaolin Temple. How could he dare to be so rampant?

"Originally, Donor Ding's martial arts skills were abolished, and he was old, so there was no way he could escape from being locked up in the back mountain."

"The monks who were responsible for delivering his meals were also replaced every three days to prevent them from being deceived by his sweet words."

Zen Master Tianming also learned this secret from the previous abbot of Shaolin Temple. Now that dozens of years have passed, he did not expect it to be brought up again.

"only."

Zen Master Tianming paused for a moment, and Zhao Zhijing felt something was wrong. It seemed that something had gone wrong.

"About two years later, a disciple named Xu Chang was expelled from the temple after being punished for violating the sect's rules and regulations."

Xu Chang, he should be Xu Zhuzi's fellow apprentice.

"Originally there was nothing much to say about this matter, until more than a month later, when Ding Chunqiu suddenly laughed at the monk who delivered the meal."

"He said that Xu Chang had often secretly gone to the back mountain to learn Xingxiu Sect's poison skills from him during the past two years. It's ridiculous that you guys have been kept in the dark."

Zen Master Tianming recalled the expression of the previous abbot when he explained the matter, and thinking about the fact that it might actually become a major disaster that would bring chaos to the world, it was difficult for him to remain calm.

"The abbot didn't believe it at first. All the actions of the monks in the temple are naturally supervised by someone, but Ding Chunqiu just happened to describe the whole thing in detail."

"How to use words to seduce Xu Chang to learn his poison skills, how to collect poisons in the back mountain, and even how to deliberately break the rules after learning and be expelled from the mountain gate, all of these were planned by Ding Chunqiu for him."

Zhao Zhijing shook his head secretly. This was not the first or second time that Shaolin Temple had made such low-level mistakes. Before there was the Fire Master, and after that there was Cheng Kun, the Hunyuan Thunderbolt Hand. It was just that the impact this time was even greater.

Moreover, Xu Chang was just a Buddhist name. He would have changed his appearance and taken another name after leaving Shaolin Temple. And so many years have passed, it is difficult to trace any clues.

"The abbot was furious. He sent his disciples down the mountain to arrest people, and at the same time asked the Discipline Department to delay the distribution of the antidote to the Life and Death Talisman. It is said that when the poison took effect, Donor Ding went crazy and bit his flesh and blood."

"Amitabha."

Zen Master Tianming could not bear to continue speaking, so he chanted the Buddha's name and remained silent for a long time.

"Although he took the antidote afterwards, Donor Ding was already on the verge of death, and died of excessive blood loss not long after."

After hearing this secret, Zhao Zhijing and Monk Wu Se were also quite moved. Firstly, the Xingxiu Sect did have remnants left, and secondly, Ding Chunqiu had been active in the martial arts world for half his life, but ended up with such a miserable end.

"Master Tianming, please forgive me for my rudeness."

Zhao Zhijing still had some doubts in his heart because he had not seen Ding Chunqiu's body with his own eyes. After all, he had read a lot of books, and the fact that someone could fake his death and escape was not new.

"I don't know where Ding Chunqiu was buried after his death. If it is convenient, please let me go and take a look."

Just as Zen Master Tianming was about to speak, a series of footsteps were suddenly heard outside, followed by a knock on the door.

"Enter."

The young monk guarding the door put his hands together and bowed respectfully to everyone, then said, "Reporting to the abbot, a group of people who claim to be disciples of the Mongolian protector of the country, the Golden Wheel Dharma King, have arrived at the Great Hall and must see the abbot."

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