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

Chapter 149 Li Mochou's Divine Assist
Zhao Zhijing noticed that the flying needles were directed at Huodu and his gang, so he ignored them.

Moreover, there were Zen Master Tianming and others between the two sides. Even if someone suddenly had a brain crash and wanted to rescue them, it would be extremely difficult.

"There's someone in the tree!"

"Be careful with hidden weapons!"

The people with the highest martial arts skills in the crowd immediately shouted a warning and then all looked into the bushes.

And Huo Du was truly a character. Seeing that the flying needle was unavoidable, he dodged while pulling the person next to him in front of him.

Furthermore, Dalba waved the vajra in his hand, and the whirlwind he created blew the flying needles away a little, so the few people led by Huodu managed to escape by chance.

Pity.
Zhao Zhijing was more prescient than anyone else present. Seeing that the man in black missed his attack and immediately fled away, his figure did resemble that of Li Mochou.

After a few more rises and falls, it had disappeared without a trace. Such a high level of lightness skill could only be possessed by the Ancient Tomb Sect.

"It turns out that she did not leave the Central Plains area, but has been hiding in secret, waiting for the opportunity to strike again."

The scene was in chaos. The scapegoat who was used as a shield by Huo Du was hit by five or six flying needles all over his body. The skin on the injured parts immediately turned dark black. They were undoubtedly the Ice Soul Silver Needles.

As for the remaining flying needles that were deflected by Dalba, two of them flew back toward the monks of Shaolin Temple. Zen Master Wu Se waved his sleeves and dropped them to the ground again.

"Tianming!"

Huo Du narrowly escaped death, but it was too late for him to chase the assassin. In his rage, he ignored etiquette and called out Master Tianming by his Buddhist name.

"I saw that you used the Shaolin Temple's century-old reputation as a guarantee, so I let you go. Now that the assassin has appeared in Shaolin Temple, how else do you want to argue?"

Zhao Zhijing took a few steps forward and stood slightly behind Zen Master Tianming. He thought to himself that he had already brought the conflict to himself, but he never expected that in the blink of an eye, the situation would be reversed.

Old Abbot, I was just thinking that I shouldn't be too confident, but something went wrong immediately.

It's really a bit difficult to be nervous.

"Amitabha."

When Zen Master Tianming saw the icy silver needle, he knew that it was most likely Li Mochou. No matter what excuse he made, he would not be able to shirk the charge of harboring an assassin.

But if Li Mochou wanted to launch a sneak attack, there would be no place easier than the heavily guarded Shaolin Temple. She had no grudges against the Shaolin Temple, so it was hard to understand why she would act this way.

"Prince Huodu, I really don't know about this matter."

Being called by a junior by his name, Zen Master Tianming also looked unhappy. "However, our temple was negligent in taking precautions, so we are naturally to blame. Fortunately, Prince Huodu saw the opportunity quickly. Good people will be blessed by heaven."

This remark was also an implicit criticism of the fact that Huo Du, in order to save his life, was willing to use his men to block the flying needles.

"Good! Good! Good!"

Huodu's eyes were almost filled with anger. He gritted his teeth and said three "OK" words repeatedly, but Shaolin Temple had a large number of people and Zhao Zhijing was there to help.

If a real falling out occurs, none of them will be able to escape.

"Your Majesty, please keep this account in mind. There will be a day for reckoning!"

"Let's go!"

Huo Du waved his hand and everyone left. Dalba glared at Zhao Zhijing and followed him out.

"Amitabha."

The corpse that was hit by the icy silver needle was difficult to move, and Huo Du didn't even look at it. Zen Master Tianming couldn't help but chant the Buddha's name when he saw everyone walking away.

After this incident, Zen Master Tianming and Monk Wu Se invited Zhao Zhijing to the West Zen Hall again, and sincerely thanked him for his heroic efforts and for saving Shaolin Temple. "That Huodu is not very old, but when he fought with the Taoist priest, he had two purple auras on his face. It is obvious that his internal strength is not weak."

Monk Wu Se said sincerely: "The masters in our temple, such as the abbot and other teachers, are of higher seniority than him, so it is inconvenient for them to take action."

"For the rest of us, like me, there is really no guarantee of victory."

Zhao Zhijing waved his hand and said, "Master Wu Se, thank you for the compliment. I was lucky to win."

Zen Master Tianming was silent for a while. Although he was worried that Huodu would definitely come back for revenge in the future, the Shaolin Temple had stood firm in the martial arts world for hundreds of years and had seen more than just these storms, so he didn't care too much.

On the contrary, it was the sudden appearance of Li Mochou that made him feel a little uneasy.

If she really wants to make things difficult for Shaolin Temple, judging from the martial arts and methods she displayed today, I'm afraid there will be no peace in the temple.

"Nephew Zhao, you have dealt with Li Mochou before, so maybe you can guess her true intentions?"

Zhao Zhijing replied: "It is probably related to the Fairness Cult."

"Li Mochou has been rampant in the martial arts world for a long time, and his scheming and tactics are all top-notch."

"If she wasn't controlled or coerced, I really can't think of any reason why she would specifically become an enemy of the Mongols."

Zen Master Tianming nodded silently, seeming to agree with Zhao Zhijing's statement.

"This time, they sneaked into Shaolin Temple, but only attacked Huo Du's group. I guess they also wanted to stir up a dispute between your temple and the Mongolian masters."

"Whether it's the Song and Mongolian courts or the underworld forces, the more chaotic the situation is, the more opportunities they will have to take advantage of it."

Upon hearing this, Monk Wu Se slapped his thigh. If he had not been in front of the abbot, he would have uttered vulgar words like those used in the Green Forest.

"Master Zhao is right. This is to kill someone with a borrowed knife, so that our Shaolin Temple is in a dilemma!"

Zhao Zhijing sighed and said, "Mongol masters are flocking to the Central Plains. If they can't catch the assassin, they will go to the Song Dynasty to seek revenge."

"Once the conflict breaks out, the Mongolian army will surely march south, and countless civilians will be displaced. There might even be another zombie riot."

Zen Master Tianming closed his eyes and remained silent. He knew that if he tried to stop Zhao Zhijing from looking for Ding Chunqiu's remains, if it was proven in the future that Gongping Sect was really related to Ding Chunqiu or Xuchang, then Shaolin Temple would surely become a sinner for all eternity.

In fact, Zen Master Tianming was reluctant to reveal the matter because he felt that it was already a settled matter and bringing it up again would be disrespectful to the seniors in the temple.

Moreover, no matter how great the sins committed during life, they will be buried in peace after death. If we disturb them again, it will go against the Shaolin Temple's purpose of compassion.

But at this point, we still have to take emergency measures.

"Nephew Zhao, after Mr. Ding passed away, his body was not cremated because he was not a Buddhist."

Zen Master Tianming spoke slowly, and finally revealed the place where Ding Chunqiu was buried. "There is an open space on the mountain behind our temple, which is specially prepared for people like Mr. Ding who repent in the temple."

"Wuseless, you will go with me."

Zhao Zhijing secretly breathed a sigh of relief. After all, he had obtained Zen Master Tianming's permission and no longer had to act secretly.

Speaking of which, I have to thank fellow Taoist Li Mochou for his great assist.

"Thank you, Master Abbot. I apologize for any offense."

"Amitabha."

The monk Wu Se on the side had no taboos. After receiving the abbot's order, he immediately took action and took Zhao Zhijing and his disciples out of the West Zen Hall and went straight to the back mountain of Shaolin Temple.

(End of this chapter)