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

Monk Kongxiang was a killing move prepared by Zhao Min to deal with Zhang Sanfeng, but she might also be able to attack other people suddenly.

So Song Qingshu rushed forward to prevent him from suddenly attacking and hurting people.

"You are so young, what do you know?"

Monk Kongxiang became more and more anxious when he saw that Zhang Sanfeng was not coming out for a long time. If he could kill or seriously injure some of the five Wudang heroes led by Song Yuanqiao, that would be barely acceptable.

But it is not worth taking action rashly against such a young disciple.

"Shaolin and Wudang are one family, please come out and meet Master Zhang!"

No matter how hard Monk Kongxiang begged, Song Qingshu just talked about irrelevant things and didn't mention the main business. Everyone in Wudang Sect didn't know what he meant, but they thought there must be a deeper meaning, so Song Yuanqiao advised: "Qingshu, don't be rude to Master Kongxiang."

"Master Kongxiang, you've traveled all the way from Songshan to Wudang Mountain. It must be exhausting. Why don't you take a rest for a night first?"

"As for whether the attackers of Shaolin Sect were the Ming Cult or someone else, Wudang Sect will definitely protect you. Besides, we will see clearly after they come up the mountain."

As the de facto leader of the Wudang Sect, Song Yuanqiao has a sense of majesty in his words and deeds. If it comes to a fair face-to-face confrontation, the Wudang Sect is not afraid of any martial arts sect or court lackeys.

"Now that things have come to this, it is entirely up to Mr. Song to decide. But how can I stand idly by? I must stand together with the Wudang Sect!"

Seeing that he couldn't use force, Monk Kongxiang had to change the subject and wanted to go to Song Yuanqiao and others, waiting for an opportunity to launch a sneak attack.

"Master wait a moment."

Unexpectedly, Song Qingshu reached out his hand to stop him, and then pointed outside the Sanqing Temple and said, "Your enemy is here. It's a good opportunity to take a closer look to see if he is from the Ming Cult."

Upon hearing this, everyone looked outside the hall, but found nothing unusual. Monk Kongxiang saw that Song Qingshu had been obstructing them from the very beginning, and was about to take the opportunity to get angry when suddenly a noise was heard, and it was getting closer and closer.

"With Song Yuanqiao and I's hearing ability, we were not able to detect someone approaching in advance. Did this guy just guess it by chance?"

"I let you escape last time, but you won't be so lucky this time!"

At this moment, a large group of people appeared in the field of vision, with dirty words mixed with chaotic footsteps. There were at least two or three hundred people, half of whom were holding lanterns and torches, illuminating the cold light of various weapons.

"The people from the Demon Cult are coming!"

Monk Kongxiang shouted, turned around and was about to rush forward to fight, but suddenly he stretched out his long arm, grabbed Song Qingshu's shoulder which was closest to him, then bent his fingers into claws and grabbed Song Qingshu's throat.

"Qingshu!"

"Brother Song!"

"Son!"

The incident happened too suddenly, and it was too late for the Wudang Sect members to rush forward to rescue. Song Yuanqiao and others, including Xiao Zhao who was watching in the back hall, all exclaimed in surprise.

Song Qingshu, however, remained calm and composed. Instead, the words "Senior Brother Song" flashed by amid the noisy voices of hundreds of people, making him nod secretly.

"It seems Zhang Wuji has arrived too."

Looking at the two or three hundred people entering one after another, most of them were wearing the clothes of Mingjiao followers, but the first ten or so people were both monks, Taoists and laymen, and they were all wearing ordinary clothes. They should respect their identities and do not want to pretend to be others.

"The leader of our sect will be here soon. Tell the Taoist master Zhang Sanfeng to come out and greet us, or else I will raze your Wudang Mountain to the ground!" Song Yuanqiao was worried that Song Qingshu's life would fall into the hands of others, but seeing how calm he was, he calmed down and said coldly, "My master is in seclusion and cannot see guests. If you have any instructions, I will wait for you."

The leader replied: "Although the Wudang Five Heroes are famous, there are only four left now. Are they still overestimating their own strength and trying to resist our Ming Cult?"

Hearing this, Yu Lianzhou, Zhang Songxi, and Mo Shenggu simultaneously stepped forward and stood shoulder to shoulder with Song Yuanqiao and asked, "Where is my sixth junior brother now?"

The man just sneered and did not answer. Hundreds of people were crowded together on the opposite side, and it was not easy to distinguish their faces, but the dozen or so people in the lead could be seen clearly.

Not to mention the Ming Cult leaders Yang Xiao, Yin Tianzheng, and Wei Yixiao, even the Five Scattered People and the Five Elements Flags were nowhere to be seen. Naturally, the people of the Wudang Sect guessed that these people were imposters.

"The leader has arrived!"

While the two sides were confronting each other, someone outside the hall suddenly shouted, and the "Ming Cult" members, who had been ferocious and ferocious, quickly retreated to the sides to make way, bowing and saluting one by one, being extremely polite and even servile.

It was such a grand occasion. Everyone in the main hall looked towards the palace door and saw an elegant and luxurious yellow satin sedan chair, which was carried by eight strong men and slowly stopped at the door. There were more than a hundred people following around to guard it carefully.

Although the Wudang Sect was founded a long time ago, the mountain roads are rugged and the mountains are steep. Even if a wide road is built, it is not possible for ordinary martial arts sects to carry such a large sedan chair from the foot of the mountain all the way to the top.

As for the gorgeous yellow satin, only the royal family could use it. Ordinary people would be punished with death if they even revealed a little bit of it.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the curtain of the sedan chair was lifted, and a young man in a white robe walked out slowly, waving a folding fan in his hand. The originally elegant and luxurious sedan chair carried by eight people was instantly outshined.

"Master, Master, Master Zhang Sanfeng has become a coward, leaving these disciples to die. Master, please give us your instructions!"

When the young master came closer, the attendant beside him bowed and reported to him. He nodded slightly, folded his folding fan, and scolded him lightly: "Don't be rude."

Then he clasped his fists towards Song Yuanqiao and said, "I am the leader of the Ming Cult, Zhang Wuji. I am honored to meet all the heroes of the Wudang Sect."

Song Qingshu was still being held by Monk Kongxiang. When she saw him glance at her after he finished speaking, she was indeed extremely beautiful and gorgeous. Although she was dressed like a man, anyone with eyes could tell that she was a woman dressed as a man.

It is definitely Zhao Min without a doubt.

Song Yuanqiao was mature and prudent, but he was concerned about the life and death of his sixth brother Yin Liting. He suppressed his anger and said in return, "I didn't know you were coming. Please forgive me for not welcoming you."

"Please let me know where my sixth brother Yin is now."

Zhao Min replied, "The Shaolin sect betrayed us and attacked Yin Liuxia secretly. My Ming Cult has always respected Wudang Sect, so we will eliminate the Shaolin sect on this trip to avenge Yin Liuxia."

"As for the Sixth Hero Yin?"

Zhao Min pointed with her folding fan at Yu Daying, who was sitting on a soft chair behind them, and said, "He was also injured by Shaolin's Vajra Finger, and now he has the same fate as Yu Sanxia, and has ended up with a lifelong disability."

Song Yuanqiao and others observed her expression and knew that what she said was true. They were immediately heartbroken and wanted to capture the man immediately to find out the whereabouts of Yin Liting.

When Zhao Min came to attack Wudang Sect this time, the person she feared the most was Zhang Sanfeng. Seeing that Kong Xiang failed to succeed and only captured a third-generation disciple, she was a little disappointed.

But on second thought, there were only a hundred people in the Wudang Sect, and their side not only had many masters, but also had far more people. Even if they couldn't keep Zhang Sanfeng, it might not be a bad idea to capture Song Yuanqiao and a few others and force him to show up and surrender.

“As the saying goes, all under heaven belongs to the king, and all the people in the world are the king’s subjects.”

"Why don't you, Mr. Song, turn from evil to good on behalf of your master? Then everyone in Wudang Sect will be rewarded and honored, and Mr. Yin will be safe." (End of this chapter)