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

Chapter 148 Defeat the enemy with one move

Seeing that everyone in the hall was on the verge of a fight, Zhao Zhijing wanted to go in and help out. It depended on whether Zen Master Tianming would appreciate his favor.

"Shaolin Temple is a pure place for Buddhism. Your Excellency wants to search the temple. I'm afraid you are coveting the 72 unique skills in the Sutra Library in the temple?"

Huo Du saw someone coming in from outside, but he was not a Shaolin disciple, so he immediately scolded: "Who are you? I am talking to the abbot of Shaolin Temple, so you have no right to interrupt!"

When Zen Master Tianming saw that the people coming were Master Zhao Zhijing and his disciple, and Huodu obviously did not recognize him, he felt strange but did not say much.

"You won't forget so quickly that I, the disciple of Yuyang Zhenren of the Quanzhen Sect, Zhao Zhijing, burned down Chongyang Palace last year and seriously injured my master, right?"

Huo Du was wearing a light yellow brocade robe and holding a folding fan in his hand. He was indeed dressed like a nobleman.

Next to him was a middle-aged Lama monk, wearing a red robe and a golden crown. Although he was thin, he had a very strong frame. He must be Huodu's fellow apprentice, Dalba.

When Huo Du heard Zhao Zhijing claiming to be a disciple of Quanzhen Sect, his face suddenly darkened.

At that time, he injured Hao Datong, one of the Seven Masters of Quanzhen Sect, with one move. He thought that the martial arts of Quanzhen Sect were just so-so, and he could take this opportunity to raze Chongyang Palace to become famous all over the world.

As a result, Guo Jing intervened and they had to retreat. Unexpectedly, the scene seemed to happen again in Shaolin Temple today.

Huo Du recalled that Master Zhao from the Jade Maiden Peak of Mount Hua had been very famous recently, and that this should be Zhao Zhijing.

"Since he was able to fight Guo Jing, his martial arts skills must be better than mine. Why didn't I see him in Chongyang Palace that day?"

Huo Du was puzzled, but he refused to show weakness. "My feud with Quanzhen Sect has been scheduled for ten years. If you want to violate the rules of the martial arts world, I will take the challenge at any time."

"However, today's incident was caused by me following the order of the Fourth Prince to come to Shaolin Temple to search for the assassin. It has nothing to do with you."

His Royal Highness the Fourth Prince was Kublai Khan, who was in charge of the military and political affairs in Henan at that time.

Zhao Zhijing came to the side of Zen Master Tianming and said loudly: "Everyone in the world has their own business. Whose orders did you follow to break into Chongyang Palace?"

"I'm afraid that your order to His Highness the Fourth Prince is just nonsense!"

"Amitabha."

Zen Master Tianming saw Zhao Zhijing taking the initiative to take the blame when he saw him standing up for justice, and he was grateful in his heart.

But he didn't want to make things too awkward, as that would be unacceptable for either Shaolin Temple or Zhao Zhijing, who had already established his own school.

"Prince Huodu, please calm down. This temple will never harbor any assassins, let alone receive female guests."

"The Buddhist temple is a pure place and cannot be searched at will. If you don't believe me, I can guarantee it with the hundreds of years of reputation of this temple."

Although what Zen Master Tianming said contained the idea of self-preservation, it was also pertinent. However, after Zhao Zhijing heard it, he remained silent.

Thinking back to the time when Xu Zhuzi and Jiumozhi fought in the Great Hall of the Buddha, the four ladies from Lingjiu Palace, namely plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum, were all present. Who knew about this in advance?
Old abbot, don't be too confident.
From Huodu's perspective, Shaolin Temple had not been open for a long time, and there were very few disciples walking around in the martial arts world. Moreover, after the fight with Quanzhen Sect, there were no good fighters of his generation in the Southern Song martial arts world except Guo Jing.

This time I came to Shaolin Temple, just to use my strength to overwhelm others, and go to the Sutra Library to see the 72 unique skills that are famous all over the world. Unexpectedly, Zhao Zhijing showed up halfway.

"Southerners always like to be mysterious. If I am scared away by his few words today, how can I survive in the martial arts world in the future?"

Huo Du thought for a moment and said aggressively, "Master Abbot, do we need the disciples of Quanzhen Sect to interfere in the affairs of Shaolin Temple?"

Zen Master Tianming clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, Prince Huodu is wrong. Taoist Master Zhao is also a distinguished guest of our temple. Please calm down."

"I am just speaking for justice."

Zhao Zhijing saw that Huo Du made all kinds of excuses but did not dare to take action. He knew that Huo Du was a villain who bullied the weak and he had to provoke him more.

"You and I are both from the martial arts world, there is no need to beat around the bush. I will only give you three moves. If I cannot defeat you, I will leave the mountain immediately." "Hiss"

Huo Du had a gloomy face and swept a sinister look over Zhao Zhijing. He was always good at using tricks, and the more the other party ridiculed him, the more fearful he became.

"Master Dalba said he will take three moves from you, the Taoist priest!"

Dalba could not speak Chinese, but he could understand some of it. Seeing that his junior brother Huo Du was hesitating, he immediately said a few words to his entourage who could speak Chinese, indicating that he was ready to accept the challenge.

When Huo Du heard this, he also thought that it would be most appropriate for his senior brother Dalba to take action, but he immediately felt that it was inappropriate.

If the senior brother loses, it means that the master, King Jinlun, has lost all his skills. If I lose, the senior brother can still support me.

Besides, Zhao Zhijing was challenging Huo Du to a fight, and if his senior brother took action on his behalf, he would definitely be ridiculed.

"He is just a boaster. Why bother me, Senior Brother? I will just go and meet him!"

Huodu took two steps forward, opening and closing the folding fan in his hand. His martial arts skills were not low to begin with, and he was also good at using strategies and hidden weapons to win. He believed that he would not be defeated within three moves.

As for Zhao Zhijing, it was not a good idea to kill him directly in public. When he saw the folding fan in his hand, he had an idea in his mind.

"Do it!"

As soon as Zhao Zhijing finished speaking, his right hand had already stretched out. There was no variation or cleverness in this move. It was pure speed, and he directly grabbed the folding fan in Huo Du's hand.

"Withdraw!"

Zhao Zhijing exerted more strength in his hands, and the surging internal force surged towards the folding fan like a tide. Moreover, the ribs of the folding fan were made of fine steel, so there was no need to worry about them breaking.

Huodu's body was shaken a few times by the pull, and he quickly used his internal energy to resist, and the folding fan did not fall out of his hand immediately.

I saw purple air suddenly appear on his face and then disappear in an instant. After repeating this twice, he knew that when the purple air appeared for the third time, his internal organs would be seriously injured, so he had no choice but to let go.

Zhao Zhijing seized Huodu's weapon with one move, which considered him the winner, so he did not pursue.

Huo Du never expected that he would be defeated so easily. In anger and humiliation, he was about to use his hidden weapon again, but looking at Zhao Zhijing's expression, he knew that he would be retaliated if he made a move.

"go!"

Huodu's face changed color, knowing that today's task would be difficult to accomplish, because from the fight just now, he could see that such martial arts skills were only seen in his master, King Jinlun.

Zen Master Tianming, Master Wu Se and other Shaolin Temple masters were also shocked. Although Huo Du was a sinister person, his martial arts skills were definitely not unknown.

It could only be that Zhao Zhijing was much taller than him, which allowed him to defeat the enemy so easily with just one move.

"Prince Huodu, take care."

Zen Master Tianming saw that the dilemma had been resolved, so he led the monks to escort Huo Du and his companions to the door of the main hall. Zhao Zhijing followed behind, thinking of throwing the folding fan in his hand back to him.

Unexpectedly, just a few steps out of the palace gate, Zhao Zhijing's heart moved, and he keenly noticed that there was someone hiding among the ginkgo trees in front of him.

"Friend or foe?"

Just as Zhao Zhijing was about to look carefully, a silver light flashed and more than a dozen flying needles were shot towards the people in Huodu.

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