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

With the previous preparation, when Song Qingshu said that Cheng Kun was colluding with the Yuan court, the Shaolin monks also felt that it was a false accusation and they could find a pretext for it.

"My Senior Brother Yuanzhen is the disciple of Senior Brother Kongjian. He has been studying Buddhism in the temple for many years. Except for this trip to the Western Regions to subdue demons, he has never left the temple!"

The monk Kongzhi on the side also said to Song Yuanqiao: "Song Xia, nephew Yuanzhen has always been a disciple of my Shaolin Temple. No matter what happened, it should be handed over to my sect for disposal."

Mo Shenggu said, "It is our duty to return the person to the Shaolin Temple, but after returning to the Central Plains, the five major sects should go to the Shaolin Temple to ask for clarification."

Needless to say, Song Qingshu and even Zeng Aniu defended Wudang's reputation everywhere. On the contrary, the disciples of Shaolin Temple called Zhang Cuishan by his name and slandered him a lot.

Now that he has this opportunity, Mo Shenggu naturally doesn't want to let it go. What he meant was that the five major sects, led by your Shaolin, would go to Wudang Mountain to force the palace.

Now that a villain like Yuan Zhen has appeared in Shaolin Temple, the other five sects must also go to Shaolin Temple to hold him accountable.

"Forget it, forget it. Donor Zeng is much wiser than me."

"I dare not. It is disrespectful for me to offend my superiors. Please forgive me, Master."

While the Wudang Sect and the Shaolin Sect were confronting each other and neither was willing to give in, the winner had already been decided between Zhang Wuji and the monk Kong Xing.

As one of the four great monks of the Shaolin sect, "Kong Xing", he has a very high status and his martial arts are respected by the monks in the temple.

Seeing that even he was defeated, everyone looked at each other in bewilderment, thinking that the Shaolin School could no longer take any action in today's matter.

As the leader of the six major sects that besieged Guangmingding, the monk Kongzhi thought he had a sure victory, but the situation suddenly took a turn for the worse.

Not only was the sect's disciple Yuan Zhen captured, who was confirmed to be none other than Cheng Kun, the master of the Hunyuan Thunderbolt, but even the Demonic Sect, which was on the verge of destruction, was saved by this unknown young man.

But if they stop like this, how will Shaolin and even the six major sects maintain their reputation in the martial arts world in the future?
Monk Kongzhi was unable to make up his mind for a moment, so he had to turn his head and give a look to the leader of Huashan Sect, Shenjizi Xian Yutong. Xian Yutong was resourceful and scheming, and was the military strategist jointly nominated by the six major sects. Perhaps he could find a way to break the impasse.

Xian Yutong was about 40 years old, dressed like a scholar. When he saw the monk Kongzhi secretly asking him for help, he gently waved the folding fan in his hand and slowly walked to the center of the field.

Zhang Wuji saw that he had an elegant temperament and was quite graceful in his every move. Unlike the Kongtong and Shaolin sects who shouted for war and killing as soon as they opened their mouths, Zhang Wuji had some good impression of him.

“Not Asked”

Just as he was about to ask the other party for advice, Song Qingshu came up to him and said in a deep voice, "Brother Zeng, let me take care of this man. You keep an eye on Cheng Kun and make sure no one kidnaps him or kills him to silence him."

Zhang Wuji was slightly stunned. Although he didn't know what Senior Brother Song was planning, he still cupped his hands and said, "Yes, don't worry, Senior Brother Song."

"hiss"

Everyone in the field was surprised. This Zeng Aniu was beaten to the point of vomiting blood by Song Qingshu just two or three days ago. How come he seemed to have a close relationship with Song Qingshu now?
"Qingshu, what are you doing?"

Song Yuanqiao could still tolerate it before. After all, Song Qingshu was a disciple of the Wudang Sect. The young man was proud and arrogant, and it was understandable for him to protect the reputation of his master.

But now he was actually confronting the leader of Huashan Sect. Didn't that mean he was just as Cheng Kun said, colluding with the people from the Demon Sect?
"Young Master Song, what do you mean? Huashan Sect and Wudang Sect have always been on good terms, and it seems that there is no conflict between them."

Xian Yutong was also surprised. The predecessor of his Huashan Sect was the Zuowang Temple on the Jade Maiden Peak of Huashan Mountain. The second generation leader Liu Qingxing respected his master Zhao Zhijing as the founder of the sect. And Master Liu had a fellow disciple, the famous Condor Hero Yang Guo, who had passed on his skills to Zhang Sanfeng, the founder of Wudang Sect, on Huashan Mountain. Therefore, the two sects have always been on good terms for a hundred years.

As for Zhang Cuishan's suicide on Mount Wudang and his disciple Xue Gongyuan's intention to harm Zhang Wuji, the former was based on hearsay and could not be confirmed although the Huashan Sect's disciples were present.

Song Qingshu looked at him coldly, without wasting any words, he reached into his arms and took out something, then held it up in the air to let Xian Yutong see it clearly, and then turned to the direction of the Huashan Sect members.

"The order of the founder of Huahua Mountain?!"

At first glance, the object did not seem strange. It was in the shape of a round earth and a square square, a black iron token with five words engraved on it in official script: "Zhao, the founder of Mount Hua".

Maybe some people in the other five sects didn't know much about it, but the disciples of Huashan Sect were immediately shocked when they saw it. Those who were able to participate in the encirclement and suppression of Ming Cult were all the best in the sect, so how could they not know what the Huashan Patriarch's Order was?

Liu Qingxing, the second generation leader of Huashan Sect, with the help of his junior fellow apprentice Xu Qinghao, forged two tokens, one for the leader of Huashan Sect and the other for the founder of Huashan Sect.

Among them, the Huashan Sect Leader's Order is passed down from generation to generation by successive sect leaders and becomes a token of trust that only the sect leader can possess.

The Huashan Patriarch's Order disappeared after Liu Qingxing passed away, but the sect's rules were passed down. No matter which generation of disciples, seeing the Huashan Patriarch's Order is like the founder of the sect coming in person. No matter what the order is, even if it means becoming the head of the Huashan Sect, no one must disobey.

"How did you get this token?"

"He Songyan, the sixth generation disciple of Huashan Sect, pays homage to the founder!"

"Junior brother, get up!"

There was chaos in the Huashan Sect's camp. The two elders, one tall and one short, who were originally standing on the left and right, the tall elder bowed straight towards the token, and the short elder shouted at him to stand up quickly.

The two of them are the uncles of the current leader Xian Yutong. Now they still don't know whether the token is real or fake. It is really disrespectful for them to kneel down and kowtow to a third-generation disciple of Wudang Sect in public!

As for the Huashan Patriarch's Order in Song Qingshu's hand, it was naturally genuine. It was in the box left by the seventeen disciples in the ancestral home of the Chengguan family in Xianyang.

There were many things in the box, and Song Qingshu did not take them all with him. Instead, he gave them to Xu Qinghao's descendant Xu Zhuo for safekeeping. However, he did bring the Huashan Patriarch's Order with him.

"Brother, we can deny others, but we must not deny our ancestors. Let alone this Young Master Song, even if he is in the hands of a three-year-old child, we must acknowledge him!"

The tall old man He Songyan knelt for a long time and could not get up. He even tried to pull his senior brother to perform the salute together. Upon seeing this, some disciples of Huashan Sect also followed suit and bowed down, while Xian Yutong's trusted disciples stood where they were, waiting to see how Xian Yutong would move.

"No matter whether this ancestor's order is true or false, I will never let it go, otherwise there will be no chance of recovery in the future!"

Xian Yutong's mind raced, remembering that in order to compete for the position of the leader of the Huashan Sect, he cruelly abandoned Hu Qingniu's sister Hu Qingyang, resulting in her death.

Even his senior brother Bai Yuan was killed by his own men and the blame was then put on the Ming Cult. He was so deliberate and unscrupulous, there was no reason for him to give up just because of a silent token.

"Young Master Song, although this token cannot be distinguished for the moment, it is extremely important to our Huashan Sect. In the hands of others, it is just an ordinary iron tool, so please consider the friendship between the two sects and return it to its original owner." (End of this chapter)