Chapter 13 Fire-Worker Monk
Utter silence!
After hearing Xiao Ning reveal the secret, no one in the Zhenwu Hall spoke; they were all shocked and unable to accept it for a moment.
After a long while, Zhang Cuishan stammered, "Master...Master Uncle, is everything you just said true?"
"This is outrageous!"
Before Xiao Ning could speak, Zhang Sanfeng slowly stood up, his aura surging forth. His face was as cold as ice, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent, clearly indicating that he was truly enraged.
"Such a despicable, shameless, treacherous, unrighteous, disloyal, and unfilial scoundrel, I, the old Taoist priest, swear to kill him to appease the spirits of Master Guo and his wife in heaven!"
Zhang Sanfeng's murderous words caused the Seven Heroes of Wudang to change color. He was back! The peerless grandmaster Zhang Junbao, who had roamed the world, was back!
Zhang Sanfeng's dominance over the martial arts world for decades was certainly not undeserved.
However, over the years, his reputation has spread far and wide, and no one dares to provoke him. In addition, Zhang Sanfeng has grown old and has not made a move for many years.
Right now, after hearing what his junior uncle said, he had angered his master, which was the first time in decades that the Seven Heroes of Wudang had seen this.
Song Yuanqiao couldn't help but think of the past, the scene when he first became Zhang Sanfeng's disciple, and he couldn't help but shudder. He silently mourned for Cheng Kun for three minutes.
"Brother Dao, please calm down!"
Upon hearing this, Xiao Ning reassured him, "Even if Brother Dao hates him, if I were to encounter this person, I would kill him without hesitation!"
"Does this person know where he is now, fellow Daoist?" Zhang Sanfeng asked angrily.
"This person colluded with the Prince of Ruyang's mansion, and later joined the Shaolin sect, becoming a disciple of Kong Jian with the Dharma name Yuanzhen. He hid in the Shaolin Temple for decades, actively developing his followers, intending to manipulate the Shaolin sect!"
Xiao Ning said softly, "Over the years, Shaolin and Wudang have had many conflicts, and Cheng Kun has undoubtedly played a part in stirring things up!"
"Hmph, Shaolin!"
Upon hearing this, Zhang Sanfeng snorted coldly. As if he had thought of something, he slowly withdrew his aura and returned to his disheveled old Taoist appearance.
"Brother Dao, do you know about the Fire-Worker Monk incident that happened at Shaolin Temple back then?" Xiao Ning asked after comforting Zhang Sanfeng.
"The Fire-Worker Monk? This old Taoist has heard a little about him!"
Upon hearing this, Zhang Sanfeng pondered for a moment and then nodded in agreement.
"More than seventy years ago, a monk who was tending the fire in the kitchen of Shaolin Temple, unable to bear the beatings from the monks in charge of the kitchen, secretly learned martial arts. Twenty years later, he finally mastered it and killed Ku Zhi, the head of the Shaolin Dharma Hall, and others during the annual Dharma Hall Grand Ceremony at Shaolin Temple, and escaped down the mountain!"
Xiao Ning said, "Later, this fire-working monk left the Central Plains and founded a martial arts sect called the Vajra Sect in the Western Regions, which has been passed down to this day!"
Upon hearing Xiao Ning's words, Song Yuanqiao and the others couldn't help but whisper among themselves.
"Weren't we just talking about Cheng Kun? How come we're talking about Shaolin Temple now?"
"Exactly, what does it have to do with us that the Fire-Worker Monk has gone to the Western Regions?"
"Junior Uncle, are you just making this up or spouting nonsense?"
Who knows?
Xiao Ning had already advanced to the Innate Realm, and no movement within a radius of about a mile could escape his perception. He naturally understood what the Seven Heroes of Wudang were saying. He smiled wryly and said, "The Vajra Sect of the Western Regions has been passed down to this day, and three outstanding disciples have emerged in this generation: A'er, A'san, and Gang Xiang. They have mastered the 'Great Vajra Finger' and 'Vajra Prajna Palm' left behind by the Fire-Worker Monk to a superb level, surpassing even their predecessors!"
"Later, they joined the Prince of Ruyang's Mansion and were used by the Mongol Yuan Dynasty. Ten years ago, Yu Daiyan, Yu's nephew, was secretly poisoned, his bones were broken, and he was paralyzed. It was A-San who did it!"
"Therefore, Junior Nephew Yu's injury has little to do with Nephew Yin's wife, and you don't need to fight to the death!"
Xiao Ning's words, though spoken softly, struck the Wudang Sect members like thunder, leaving them all dumbfounded.
"What... Fellow Daoist, is what you say true?"
Zhang Sanfeng was the first to react. He stood up abruptly, looked at Xiao Ning with piercing eyes, and asked loudly.
"Indeed, the Prince of Ruyang's mansion has been implementing Cheng Kun's strategy of instigating conflict among the Han Chinese in the Central Plains. They ordered Ah San to cripple their nephew Yu, also in an attempt to provoke a feud between Wudang and Shaolin. However, Shaolin and Wudang did not eventually clash, and this plan failed to achieve the Mongol Yuan's goal!"
Facing Zhang Sanfeng's glaring eyes, Xiao Ning remained calm and composed, replying without flinching.
"Ha... What a fine Prince Ruyang's mansion, what a fine Cheng Kun!"
Zhang Sanfeng gritted his teeth and squeezed out those words.
"Master, we cannot let our third junior brother's grudge go unavenged!"
Song Yuanqiao, the current leader of the Wudang Sect, immediately cupped his hands and said.
“That’s right, it would be a disgrace not to avenge this!” Even the usually taciturn Yu Lianzhou chimed in in agreement.
The young Mo Shenggu was even more excited. He slammed his hand on the table, stood up abruptly, and shouted, "I'm going to Dadu right now and kill that dog of a Tartar, the Prince of Ruyang!"
After saying that, he was about to leave.
"stop!"
Zhang Sanfeng shouted, "Seventh Brother, come back!"
Upon hearing Zhang Sanfeng's voice, Mo Shenggu stomped his foot, turned around angrily, and sat down again.
After reprimanding Mo Shenggu, Zhang Sanfeng turned to Xiao Ning and asked, "How did you know these secrets of the martial world? I don't concern myself with that! I only want to know one thing, and I hope you will answer truthfully!"
"Brother, you're too kind. Please feel free to ask any questions you may have!" Xiao Ning replied readily, "I will certainly answer all your questions to the best of my ability!"
"I'd like to know if my disciple Daiyan's injuries are still treatable?" Zhang Sanfeng asked, looking at Yu Daiyan who was lying immobile in a wheelchair.