From Yitian, the sword pressed the heavens

Chapter 32 Kill Fresh Yutong, Battle Shaolin Temple (kneeling for collection)
"Reporting to the leader, the Kongtong, Kunlun, and Huashan sects have given affirmative answers one after another. In order to thank us for saving their people from Yuanting, and to avenge Yuanting, they have agreed to obey my Mingjiao's orders. Day will raise the flag to rebel."

"Now only Emei and Shaolin have not agreed."

In the main hall of Guangmingding, Zhang Wuji was listening to Yang Buhui's report.

Before leaving, Zhang Wuji entrusted her with the task of coercing and interrogating the disciples of the five sects, and it seems that she did a good job.

"There are no problems with Kongtong and Kunlun, but the head of Huashan is Xianyutong. I heard Bat King say that he has already joined Yuanting?"

Yang Buhui's face suddenly became a little weird when he heard this: "Yes, the leader, that guy was the first to surrender to Yuanting, and he was the first to surrender to us after being caught by us."

"Ha ha!"

Zhang Wuji sneered: "What's the use of such a double-faced dog traitor? Waiting to rebel in the future? Just kill him!"

Yang Buhui was a little hesitant when he heard the words, and after thinking about it, he explained: "Master, he is the head of Huashan, and I heard from him that there are two Houtian Dzogchen Taishang elders who have retired from the rivers and lakes, and one of them has comprehended Sword Qi."

"Isn't it wrong to kill him like this?"

Hearing this, Zhang Wuji frowned slightly.

An acquired master who has comprehended sword energy, even he must be taken seriously!
Unexpectedly, the little-known Mount Hua still has such a heritage.

"This Xianyutong is too insidious and absolutely cannot be kept, but the relationship with Huashan cannot be made too rigid!"

"In this way, this guy looks like a soft bone. Go and torture him to see what nasty things he has done, especially to Huashan itself. As long as he confesses, it will be easy." Zhang Wuji said.

Yang Buhui was a little embarrassed: "Master, you must give me a general direction of the interrogation, otherwise what should I ask?"

Zhang Wuji rubbed his chin, recalled the content of Yitian Tulongji in his previous life, and said: "Just ask him if Bai Heng of Huashan was killed by him, blaming my Mingjiao."

"I also asked him if he ever abandoned a Miaojiang voodoo girl in the early years?"

"Is there any kindness to marry sister Hu Qingniu and abandon her?"

"He actually abandoned two women from beginning to end?" Yang Buhui gritted his teeth.

"I've met Hu Qingniu before, and I heard from him that it's probably true!" Zhang Wuji babbled.

"Understood!"

"What I hate the most is a stinky man who abandons women. Can I castrate him, the leader?" Yang Buhui asked with a dangerous gleam in his eyes.

Zhang Wuji only felt a slight chill in his crotch.

"It's up to you, as long as he confesses, he can do whatever he wants."

He coughed and continued: "The Kongtong and Kunlun factions each left an acquired master as a hostage, and let them go back to prepare."

"I have to think about the issue of Emei and Shaolin again!" Zhang Wuji waved Yang Buhui away with a wave of his hand, and sat in the hall, frowning and meditating.

Emei's background is too poor, but it's actually easy to deal with. As long as the old nun Juejue is left, Emei will be scattered. With Zhou Zhiruo and Jingxuan, two first-class masters, it's really easy to handle.

After all, raising troops to rebel against the Yuan Dynasty is a matter of righteousness, and it is not forcing them to do something harmful.

The most important thing is Shaolin Temple.

This behemoth has always existed as the Big Dipper of Wulin Taishan.

If they join in, a call from the top is even more effective than Mingjiao.

It's a pity that Shaolin Temple has been a shrinking turtle since ancient times.

On the surface, they are only involved in martial arts, and they don't compete for court.

This is the rule that has been followed for thousands of years.

Even if Zhang Wuji captured the two acquired masters.

But expecting them to throw their lives and blood in the fight against foreign aggression would be foolish.

The monk seems to be merciful, but in fact he is the most ruthless.

The most important thing is that their background is too deep, not to mention anything else, the three old guys of Du Er, Du Nan, and Du Jie are all acquired Dzogchen existences.

Zhang Wuji had to admit that even if the Mingjiao came out in full force now, they might not be able to win the Shaolin Temple.

If it turns out, it's nothing, just leave him alone, a few masters guarding a temple can't make any big waves.

But it is different now, Zhang Wuji is afraid that Shaolin Temple will also find that the spiritual energy has recovered.

At that time, this behemoth may have some other ideas, such as the legendary Buddha kingdom on the ground...

It's like a hedgehog, it's not easy to fight, and if you don't fight, you are afraid that he will pierce yourself.

"Do you want to invite Grand Master to go to Shaolin?" Zhang Wuji vetoed the idea as soon as it came to his mind.

Even if Zhang Sanfeng had the ability to subdue Shaolin Temple, he would not agree, after all he was born in Shaolin himself.

Zhang Wuji was worrying, Yang Xiao walked in with a very unsightly expression.

"Master, someone from Shaolin Temple has come, and their attitude is extremely tough. They want us to let go of our emptiness and emptiness, and even threaten that if we don't let go, we will join forces with martial arts to encircle and suppress us."

"Hmph!" Zhang Wuji snorted coldly, and instantly put the countless plots, calculations, and concerns in his mind behind him.

"Go and chop off all the heads of the bald donkey, and send the heads of Kongzhi and Kongxingxiang to Shaolin Temple to see how he does!" Zhang Wuji shouted angrily.

"The leader... really wants to kill?"

"Now is the critical juncture for trouble, if Shaolin makes trouble..." Yang Xiao was slightly taken aback, he thought Zhang Wuji was speaking out of anger.

"That's why the bald donkeys are safe."

"Think that I can let them handle it?"

Zhang Wuji's eyes flickered coldly: "Since we are called the Demon Cult, let the bald donkey see what a real demon is."

"The bald donkey wants to fight, so let's fight!"

Zhang Wuji stood up, full of momentum, like a sharp sword out of its sheath.

"Yes!" Yang Xiao turned around and left the hall.

Zhang Wuji narrowed his eyes slightly and looked out of the hall. He smelled something unusual from this incident.

The sudden appearance of Shaolin Temple was to put pressure on him.

It is hard to say whether there is any other purpose in it.

But they have a tough attitude and do not give room for negotiation.

Then your attitude will be stronger.

Now Mingjiao's aura is on fire, and they can raise the flag of rebellion only when everything is ready. He can't let this aura weaken.

Not even half a point.

"Shaolin Temple is uneasy and kind!" Zhang Wuji muttered to himself, stroking the hilt of the long sword at his waist.

He remembered that Shaolin monks surrendered to the Yuan Dynasty after the six sects were captured by Zhao Min in the original plot, and he also helped Zhao Min raid Shaolin Temple and wiped out Shaolin.

Zhang Wuji really couldn't understand why the always stubborn Shaolin monk surrendered so quickly and thoroughly, and even killed his own temple.

But if some kind of tacit understanding was reached between Shaolin Temple and the imperial court, then what happened later would be very reasonable.

For example, he injured Zhang Sanfeng and tried to destroy Wudang, who threatened his status as the supreme martial artist.

For example, after the Shaolin Temple was destroyed, it recovered in a very short period of time.

After all, this is just a play!
Thinking of this, Zhang Wuji suddenly thought of something more.

For example, what identity does Cheng Kun play in Shaolin Temple? Is he really just hiding, or is he a bridge between the imperial court and Shaolin Temple?
Another example is that Yu Daiyan, who was about to break through the Houtian Realm, was injured under the finger of Shaolin Vigorous King Kong. Is there really no shadow of Shaolin behind it?

Another example is that several sects sent to Wudang to force Zhang Cuishan to death...

"Things seem to be getting more and more interesting!" Zhang Wuji couldn't help but smile slightly.

(End of this chapter)