A Tale of Encounters with Immortals: A Peach Blossom Temple in the Martial World

Grandmasters who used to be able to roam the martial arts world alone with few rivals are now as common as dogs.

The grandmasters, as numerous as dogs, are now arguing like dogs.

"No more fighting, no more fighting, Fellow Daoist Qingweizi. My Shaolin Temple can make you a promise: if the six major sects dare to attack Qingmu Cliff again, my Shaolin Temple will be the first to settle accounts with them. Considering my past acquaintance with Peach Blossom Master, could you please take a step back and talk things over?"

The situation is better than people.

Shaolin Temple cannot afford such a terrible consequence.

Master Huikong had no choice but to step in to mediate and take the blame.

"They've given up!"

Su Tang chuckled and said to Yang Shengtian.

"Now it's up to you."

Yang Shengtian nodded and loudly promised, "Master Huikong, you are highly respected and I hope you will keep your word. Our Qingmu Cliff is known for its strict discipline, and there may be some bad apples, but we will discipline them ourselves. I hope you will honor your promise."

Master Huikong called out from afar: "That's excellent."

Yang Shengtian then took out a small fan from his pocket and said, "Go—"

The fan immediately flew into the sky.

Su Tang also shouted, "Stop!"

Instantly, the phoenix in the sky transformed into a streak of light and fell into Su Tang's hand. When she looked at it again, it was clearly a golden phoenix hairpin.

Simply insert the golden phoenix hairpin into your hair, and you're done.

When everyone looked up at the sky again, they saw the enormous phoenix transform into a streak of light and disappear into the opposite mountain. They breathed a sigh of relief and felt much more at ease.

That enormous phoenix was indeed a huge threat hanging overhead.

The phoenix is ​​gone, but the fire remains.

This fire is so huge that it can't be extinguished and is still raging. Many rocks on the mountain have been burned and cracked, and some have melted away. The soil has also turned into scorched earth. If it continues to burn, it is estimated that nothing will grow for hundreds of years.

"Fellow Daoist Qingweizi..."

"Don't rush, I'll be right there!"

Yang Shengtian answered, pointing his fingers like a sword and suddenly uttering, "Great!" as he looked at the fan that had flown into the sky.

Suddenly the fan appeared larger.

Shout it again: "Big, big, big!"

The fan transformed into a giant fan, and to everyone's astonishment, it suddenly blew towards the flames on the mountain.

Just one door.

Suddenly, a gust of wind arose.

A gentle breeze blew by, and the cracked feeling on everyone's faces, which had been almost dried out by the sun, suddenly became refreshing. Their listless bodies suddenly straightened up, and they felt refreshed.

"What a trick!"

He Taiji cheered loudly.

All eyes turned to him.

How shameless must someone be to shout that? And when he shouted it, he even used his internal energy, so the sound could travel to the other side.

This……

What a simp!

Just as everyone was recovering from their shock, the giant fan swung in the air a second time.

The flames, which had just dwindled, were instantly extinguished by the fan. A gentle breeze followed, dispersing the sweltering air completely.

"Wow, that's a divine technique. I've learned my lesson!"

This time, the one shouting the loudest was Master Quan Yi, the leader of the Wudang Sect.

Master Huikong: ...

Amitabha Buddha, have I given you face? If you continue down this low path, I'll banish you all from the mountain right now. You're utterly shameless; you were the ones who caused the most trouble before.

Master Huikong looked again at the scorched earth and rocks covering the mountains and fields, and couldn't help but feel a little annoyed. After all, Buddhism is about compassion. Now these mountains and soil have been turned into scorched earth because of him, and birds and beasts have nowhere to live. It really makes one feel sad.

As expected of a prestigious sect, Shaolin is the leader of the martial arts world, where all martial arts under heaven originated.

"Amitabha!"

Master Huikong uttered a profound Buddhist chant and said towards the other side of the mountain, "This old monk accepts your kindness, fellow Daoist. Thank you!"

Yang Shengtian's voice came from the other end.

“Master Huikong, there’s no need for you to thank me. I have another fan that can restore a clear and bright view of Shaolin.”

Master Huikong was somewhat bewildered upon hearing this.

The others were also somewhat confused.

Before they could even react, they saw the fan wave for the third time.

But this one is different from the others.

Just then, dark clouds filled the sky. As everyone looked up, someone suddenly exclaimed, "How refreshing! It's raining!"

A light drizzle began to fall from the sky.

Like fine needlework, it is densely and diagonally woven.

The air became increasingly fresh, and the raindrops falling on my face completely relieved the burning sensation. My previously dry face suddenly became smooth and elastic.

Indeed, the raindrops helped everyone recover completely.

Everyone was delighted.

At that moment, Ho Tai-kei suddenly shouted, "Look—"

Following the finger's gaze, everyone saw that the scorched soil, after being soaked by the rain, was slowly becoming moist, and a tender little grass was sprouting from the bare, scorched spot.

"It truly is a miracle!"

Master Huikong couldn't help but put his hands together and softly chant a Buddhist mantra.

Everyone was amazed, having been shocked many times before.

But looking at the grass growing at a visible speed, it wasn't just one blade of grass, but many more blades of grass and saplings, constantly growing rapidly under the nourishment of the rain.

The rain gradually stopped.

Looking back at the place, the grass was lush and green, and the trees were verdant, as if it had never experienced the scorching of any divine fire. It truly restored the clear and bright scenery of the Shaolin Temple mountain forest.

As the sunlight slanted in, everyone felt disheartened and bowed to Master Huikong of Shaolin Temple, saying, "Our alliance of the six major sects to attack Qingmu Cliff was nothing more than greed, a desire to seize more territory. Now, seeing this divine power, even though we are grandmasters, we are nothing more than objects to be annihilated with a flick of the finger."

He Taiji laughed heartily: "How laughable and lamentable! After we were promoted to Grandmasters, we became ambitious and thought that the world was so vast that we could go anywhere. Who knew that as soon as we stepped out the door, we would be defeated and killed. It's truly laughable."

Master Quan Yi smiled bitterly: "Grandmaster, Grandmaster, now it seems, he's nothing but a joke."

Everyone was filled with emotion, and their spirits were further dampened.

Master Huikong looked at everyone, put his hands together, and said, “Amitabha, you all don’t need to belittle yourselves. There are naturally extraordinary people in this world, but our cultivation is also the result of hard work. Why not shut yourselves up and cultivate diligently from now on? If one day you can glimpse a sliver of heavenly secrets, that will be the Great Dao.”

The old monk is right.

He Taiji bowed respectfully to Master Huikong and said, "I'm leaving, I'm leaving!"

Sure enough, he turned around decisively and left, laughing loudly as he looked down the mountain: "We were arrogant and have disturbed you, fellow Daoist. We will come to apologize another day!"

Laughing, he leaped into the air and disappeared into the forest in a few bounds.

Master Quanyi sighed and said, "Go and rest, go and rest."

He went down the mountain without looking back.

The departure of these two immediately inspired the others to follow suit. After paying their respects to Abbot Huikong of Shaolin Temple, they all went down the mountain to find their own disciples.

The grand spectacle of the six major sects besieging Qingmu Cliff, a major event in the martial arts world, ended in less than half a day, vanishing without a trace.

Master Huikong bid farewell to his fellow practitioners at the entrance of Shaolin Temple.

Master Jingxian of the Emei Sect remained silent, simply waiting quietly.

After seeing the person off, Master Huikong waited quietly.

In the past, during the Mount Hua Sword Tournament, I could still get the chance to speak directly with Zhang Zhengdao. Now that Zhang Zhengdao is famous throughout the land, and with the emperor's intentional or unintentional promotion, he has become the Peach Blossom Immortal, so being able to speak directly with his disciple is already a very good result.

Sure enough, after the people from the four major sects left, they saw two people who seemed to come from the horizon. In a few leaps, they arrived at the gate of Shaolin Temple.

"Su Tang, Qingweizi, and Yang Shengtian, disciples of Peach Blossom Temple, pay their respects to Abbot Huikong of Shaolin Temple and Master Jingxian, head of the Emei Sect."

After landing, the two bowed to each other, displaying impeccable manners.

The old monk Master Huikong raised an eyebrow.

He stepped forward first, extended his hand in a gesture of support, and said, "No need, no need, we're all family, no need to be so polite. Your master and I have even eaten together before!"

Master Jingxian couldn't help but roll her eyes. Was this a topic that couldn't be let go of? It kept being brought up.

So he stepped forward and smiled at the two of them, saying, "Old monk, I was fortunate enough to be with you and your master while you were eating. When I saw your master's demeanor, I was truly amazed."

This made Su Tang and Yang Shengtian feel embarrassed.

It makes one proud to praise their master like that.

Before anyone could ask, Master Huikong explained, "Alas, I had no choice. The so-called attack on Qingmu Cliff by the six major sects was all due to other sects getting involved..."

Master Jingxian also looked slightly embarrassed: "The leader of the righteous path of the Emei Sect..."

Master Huikong whispered a reminder: "Shaolin is the one!"

Master Jingxian ignored him and continued, "Qingmu Cliff has always been misunderstood by the righteous path as a demonic sect, which is unfair. Therefore, our Emei Sect is willing to take on the important task of clearing Qingmu Cliff's name..."

Yang Shengtian was grateful and said, "Qingmu Cliff is full of both good and bad people. It is indeed a big mistake to not screen those who join the sect. Some people have done bad things under the banner of Qingmu Cliff. When I return, I will inform my father and rectify the sect's rules to ensure that the sect is on the right path!"

“Very good, Amitabha!” The old monk Master Huikong immediately made his presence known.