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

Chapter 156 The sound of blue sea tide
"Brother, the food is ready. If we wait any longer, it will get cold. Should we go and invite Master and the other distinguished guests to have dinner?"

When Zhao Zhijing went to greet the guests, Lu Qingdu took over and cooked the remaining two dishes, then came to Liu Qingxing to discuss what to do next.

Liu Qingxing was also in a dilemma. He had just accompanied his master to welcome guests at the mountain gate. He knew that these people were the leading figures in the entire martial arts world and he could not be negligent or lack of courtesy in the slightest.

"Since it's not convenient to wait any longer, I'll go in and ask Master what he thinks, under the pretext of getting more tea."

In the guest hall over there, Zhao Zhijing, Master Yideng and others were still discussing how to deal with the Gongping Sect. Among them, Huang Yaoshi was also very accomplished in medical skills. He had already taken out the Nine Flowers Jade Dew Pills and the Impermanence Pills that were created by Peach Blossom Island.

"This is a medicine from Peach Blossom Island. I can't say it's magical, but I think it can help."

Among them, the Nine Flowers Jade Dew Pills nourish the mind and strengthen the body, and can restrain any poison, while the Impermanence Pills are specifically used to treat internal injuries and have excellent effects. However, the preparation of both of them is extremely time-consuming.

"Thank you, Island Master Huang. With the help of the three seniors, we will surely be able to resolve the troubles of the Fairness Cult."

Huang Yaoshi and the other two were all elusive characters, and Zhao Zhijing had not expected that they would all gather at Yunu Peak today.

There is no need to say much about Master Yideng. Monks are compassionate and will naturally do their best to help.

Zhao Zhijing thought that the other two could not be let go and they had to be put to good use. After all, people in their seventies and eighties were at the right age to make breakthroughs. With the two of them investigating the news about the Gongping Cult in the martial arts world, they would definitely be able to find some clues.

At this moment, Liu Qingxing apologized outside and came in to add tea for everyone.

When he came to Zhao Zhijing, he whispered, "Master, the food is ready. Would you like to invite the guests to eat?"

Hong Qigong had very good hearing ability and he heard every word clearly. Moreover, he had already smelled the fragrance of the food, so his eyes immediately lit up.

Zhao Zhijing originally wanted to wait a little longer, after all, business was more important, but when he saw Hong Qigong's expression, he thought to himself that things had come to this point, so he might as well discuss it while eating.

"Seniors, the food is ready in the temple. Please come in and take a step forward."

Before Huang Yaoshi and Master Yideng could speak, Hong Qigong said, "Okay, okay! No matter how serious the matter is, we still have to eat. Let's talk while we eat."

With Hong Qigong's statement, it was naturally difficult for others to refute. They were immediately led by Zhao Zhijing to the dining hall to have lunch.

Huang Yaoshi lived in the south for a long time and had a light taste; Master Yideng and his two companions came from afar and were vegetarians; the fried centipedes that Hong Qigong had for his last meal were just the right amount to help relieve the greasiness.

The meal was a great success for both the host and the guests. Hong Qigong praised it highly, and when he heard that it was Zhao Zhijing's cooking, he was even more unconvinced.

"I can't say anything else about the old beggar, but he is an expert in food. Judging from these vegetarian dishes, it takes at least ten or twenty years of hard work to make them."

"You are distracted and you are still thinking about becoming the best in the world in one or two years. I'm afraid you are biting off more than you can chew, right?"

When Zhao Zhijing saw that Hong Qigong called him "boy", it was obvious that their relationship had become closer.

"Thank you for the reminder, Mr. Qi. Now that I have said this, all that remains is to study hard and practice diligently."

After hearing this, Hong Qigong remembered that silly boy Guo Jing, through various opportunities and adventures, had not only mastered peerless martial arts in just a few years, but also married Huang Lao Xie's daughter.

Now seeing that Zhao Zhijing looked confident, he might be a late bloomer as well. So he began to think of trying his martial arts.

"I never make appointments with anyone. If you want to come and see me in a year or two, I can't wait that long."

"Now that we've finished our meal, it's time to stretch our muscles. Let's go out and fight a few moves, and let the old beggar see if you're really the right material."

Huang Yaoshi and Master Yideng were both very experienced and understood Hong Qigong's character. They knew that he said this because he admired his talent.

Being able to fight with such a top master is an opportunity that martial artists dream of. If he can give some pointers, it will be even more beneficial. Unexpectedly, Zhao Zhijing said, "Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Qi, but if I fight with you, it will be impolite and hurt the harmony."

"Why don't you let the younger generation play a song to liven up the mood?"

As soon as this was said, Hong Qigong knew that Zhao Zhijing wanted to compete with each other in internal strength through musical instruments. That was the method he used to compete with Huang Laoxie and Old Poison on Peach Blossom Island.

This kid is not only studying medicine, but also proficient in cooking. Now it seems that he has also dabbled in music. He is becoming more and more interesting.

"Brother Yao, since this kid is so arrogant, why don't you come out and fight among the three of us, so that we can reminisce about the past."

Huang Yaoshi nodded. His personality was very different from Hong Qigong's. Although he agreed with what Zhao Zhijing did, if he did not have real talent, he deserved the humiliation he brought upon himself.

"Okay, since it's Brother Seven who invited me, then I won't refuse. It just so happens that Master Yideng can be a witness."

After this matter was settled, everyone left the table and went to the open area on the platform to discuss something.

Zhao Zhijing ordered his apprentice to take out the guqin and said, "Tell the others to cover their ears tightly when the music starts and stay as far away as possible, otherwise they may get hurt."

After the disciple brought the guqin to him, Zhao Zhijing sat on the ground and placed the guqin on his legs.

Hong Qigong, as usual, planned to whistle in response, while Huang Yaoshi took out the jade flute he carried with him and put it to his lips.

"I will perform a piece of music called High Mountains and Flowing Water to entertain the guests."

Zhao Zhijing waved his fingers, and the sound of the piano gradually rose, clear and melodious like a bird flying into the forest.

Huang Yaoshi was very good at music. From the pleasant sound of his piano, he must have been immersed in this art for many years. Knowing that he was not just boasting, he nodded secretly.

"You play the piano well, it depends on your internal strength."

When the sound of the piano climbed higher and higher, as majestic and solemn as a mountain, a faint sound of the flute mixed in, low and gentle.

All I could hear was one majestic sound and the other the sound of a phoenix calling Kungang. When the two sounded together, the tone was noticeably a little weird. One was growing stronger while the other was declining, and they were equally good.

Hong Qigong saw that after half a cup of tea, there was still no winner between the two players, and he knew that Zhao Zhijing's inner strength was even higher than he had expected.

He immediately let out a long whistle, blending in with the sounds of the piano and the flute.

The Indian monk did not know any martial arts, and even though he covered his ears, he still felt his pulse and blood beating faster and slower in rhythm. His body was shaking slightly, and he was about to give up.

"Amitabha."

Master Yideng chanted the Buddha's name, put his hand on the arm of the Indian monk, and secretly used his internal energy to block the intrusion of sound.

But Huang Yaoshi and Hong Qigong were extremely powerful, and Zhao Zhijing was also not to be underestimated. The three of them fought more and more powerful, and for a while no one could do anything to the other.

"Do what you shouldn't do, don't do what you should do, regret the fire that burns you, and enlightenment begins from here."

Upon seeing this, Master Yideng had no choice but to start chanting scriptures. The sound of Sanskrit was compassionate, but it also joined the competition of internal strength from the side.

PS: I had a big drink yesterday and wanted to take a day off today, but after seeing so many votes and rewards, I got up and started writing.

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