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

Chapter 155: The Three Masters Meet at Mount Huashan

Zhao Zhijing came closer and thought that this beggar was most likely Hong Qigong, the Beggar of the North.

The only person who can walk shoulder to shoulder with Hong Qigong and not be inferior to him in momentum is Huang Yaoshi.

"Junior Zhao Zhijing greets Senior Huang, the owner of Peach Blossom Island, and Senior Hong, the leader of the Beggars' Sect."

Hong Qigong was quite surprised to see Zhao Zhijing reveal the identities of the two men directly. "You, little Taoist priest, have good eyesight. I'll have to ask you again, old beggar."

"Those four words on the summit of Huashan North Peak were left by you?"

That's it
Zhao Zhijing's mind suddenly became clear. No wonder these two people came to his house together. They actually saw the four words "Sword from Quanzhen" that he left behind.

But now is not the time for the Huashan Sword Contest, so why are the two old guys running there with nothing to do?
"I am ashamed, it is indeed what I left behind."

Huang Yaoshi saw that he accepted the task without a second thought in front of himself and Hong Qigong, and thought to himself that this boy was brave enough to take responsibility for his actions.

Zhao Zhijing said respectfully: "The two seniors are on equal terms with the founder of our religion, and they are both like gods."

"If you don't mind, please come in and have a seat and a cup of hot tea."

Huang Yaoshi deliberately put on a stern face and said, "The sword comes from Quanzhen. Your great master Wang Chongyang defeated all the heroes in the Huashan Sword Contest. Naturally, he is qualified to say this."

"Now that you dare to act like this, you must think you are the best in the world?"

Zhao Zhijing knew that these two were not ordinary people and could not be treated with common sense. There was no need to hide some things and it would be more appropriate to speak directly.

"Island Master Huang, your words are too serious. How can you boast about being the best in the world?"

Without waiting for Huang Yaoshi to ask back, Zhao Zhijing continued, "In one year at the fastest, or two years at the slowest, I will naturally challenge you seniors and revive the reputation of Quanzhen."

Hong Qigong laughed out loud after hearing this. "You little Taoist priest are really interesting. You don't look like a disciple of Quanzhen Sect."

Huang Yaoshi said with a bit of anger: "Then there is no need to wait another year or two, I will test your quality now!"

From the moment he heard the four words "Quanzhen" on the sword, Zhao Zhijing knew that today's contest was inevitable, so he was not surprised to see Huang Yaoshi about to take action.

However, as a junior, it is not appropriate for me to take the initiative, so I have to concentrate and be alert, and respond carefully.

At this moment, at the bend some distance from the mountain gate, a compassionate and gentle voice suddenly came, "Amitabha."

The voice was not loud, but it was extremely clear. Even with the mountain wind and the terrain blocking it, people could still hear it clearly. It was obvious that the person who was speaking had extremely profound internal skills.

"Brother Yao, Brother Qi, it has been more than ten years since we last met at Mount Hua. I never thought we would meet again at Mount Hua today."

Huang Yaoshi and Hong Qigong looked at each other. Neither of them expected to meet an old friend again here. They just felt that the fate in the world was truly mysterious.

Zhao Zhijing was equally surprised. Of the five great masters in the world, the Central Divine Power Wang Chongyang had already passed away, and the Western Poison Ouyang Feng was insane.

What kind of wind was blowing today that blew the remaining three to the Jade Maiden Peak of Mount Huashan?
In the blink of an eye, three monks arrived at the mountain gate. The one leading them had long white eyebrows and a kind look. He was Master Yideng, one of the five great monks in the world.

"I am honored to receive your greetings."

Master Yideng bowed and then introduced the people who were accompanying him.

One of them had a high nose, deep eyes and a bronze complexion. He was Master Yideng’s junior fellow monk, a monk from India.

The other one was much shorter, with a scruffy beard and very thin clothes in this cold winter weather. His Buddhist name was Ci'en. Huang Yaoshi and Hong Qigong hurriedly returned the greeting and looked at the short monk. They knew that he was the former leader of the Iron Palm Gang, Qiu Qianren, who was also a heroic figure in the past. Unexpectedly, he has become like this now.

Zhao Zhijing saw that they couldn't fight for the time being, so he took a step forward and said, "My humble disciple Zhao Zhijing, I'm here to meet Master Yideng."

"Master, there is no need to be so polite. I received a letter from Guo Jing and Huang Rong and learned that they are doing something great for the people of the world, so I came to Huashan to do my part."

After hearing this, Zhao Zhijing bowed to the ground quickly to thank Master Yideng for his kindness.

Hong Qigong, who was standing by, was confused as to why so many people suddenly got involved. He interrupted and said, "What major event is this? It has confused even the old beggar. Little Taoist priest, please explain in detail."

"My dear seniors, it is freezing cold. Please come into the temple and have a chat. I will serve you a cup of tea and tell you slowly."

Master Yideng arrived and the original martial arts competition was temporarily put on hold. Everyone went into the Zuowang Temple together to talk through the whole incident.

Just after taking a few steps, Hong Qigong smelled the fragrance of food. He raised his nose and sniffed it carefully, and it smelled even more fragrant.

It was just that he had eaten a hundred or eighty centipedes on the North Peak, which had not been fully digested yet. Also, he had important matters to attend to and it was not easy for him to leave, so he endured the pain in his heart.

After everyone arrived at the guest hall, they exchanged a few words of greeting. Master Yideng then talked about his seclusion in western Hunan, and how he had received a letter from Guo Jing and his wife two months ago.

The letter detailed how the Gongping Cult used a strange poison to control zombies and wreaked havoc on the world, and pleaded with Master Yideng and the Indian monk to come forward and save the people.

Huang Yaoshi and Hong Qigong were both very surprised when they heard this. They had never expected that there was such a deep secret hidden behind the zombies.

After Master Yideng finished speaking, Zhao Zhijing then filled in some details and told about his recent discoveries from his trip to the Shaolin Temple in Songshan.

"Although Ding Chunqiu's martial arts skills have been abolished, his poison skills alone are still a huge threat. Moreover, the Fairness Cult has such evil intentions that we must not take it lightly."

Hong Qigong sighed, "Old beggar's Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms was taught to him by the former Beggars' Sect leader Qiao through his sworn brother Xu Zhuzi. I never thought that a hundred years later, there would still be grudges that have not been resolved."

Back then, there were three people who became sworn brothers in Shaoshi Mountain. The eldest brother was Gang Leader Qiao, the second brother was Xu Zhuzi, and the third brother Duan Yu was the grandfather of Master Yideng.

"Amitabha."

Master Yideng said: "My junior fellow apprentice has a lot of knowledge in medical skills. I think he can verify something with you, Taoist priest."

"Having the help of Master Yideng and the Indian monk will surely make things twice as easy as possible."

From what Master Yideng meant, Zhao Zhijing realized that he wanted to stay in Huashan for a while, which would be perfect.

The Indian monk was not very fluent in Chinese, so when he encountered something that was unclear in expression, he needed Master Yideng to convey it on his behalf. At this time, he whispered a few words, which seemed to be about corpse poison.

"My junior brother meant that he had seen people who were bitten by zombies and then infected with zombie poison."

"This corpse poison is not difficult to resolve for martial arts masters with deep internal strength. We can start from the simplest and work our way up to the more complex ones, and try to find a way to counteract the other poisons of the Fair Sect."

Zhao Zhijing nodded in agreement. It was a pity that he didn't have any relevant samples at hand, otherwise it would have been much smoother.

At first, there was actually an idea to keep the prefect Ding Weizhong, but he was going to be taken to Lin'an for trial. If force was used, it would be tantamount to directly causing chaos.

Furthermore, although Ding Weizhong deserved to die, taking samples from a living person was too cruel, so the decision was ultimately dropped.

(End of this chapter)