I have a role in the heavens

"Master Zhang, please calm down your anger first. I have another news to tell you."

Yuan Hui signaled Zhang Sanfeng to restrain himself for the time being. After all, Zhang Wuji next to him couldn't resist Zhang Sanfeng's momentum. If Yuan Hui hadn't protected Zhang Wuji early, he would have been injured by Zhang Sanfeng's momentum.

Zhang Sanfeng quickly put away his terrifying power. He was angry because of Zhang Wuji in front of Yuan Hui and Shaolin today, and he was furious. Now he finally found a punching bag, and he couldn't control his temper for a while.

"There is also a secret medicine in the Vajra Temple, which is specially used to treat bone injuries caused by the powerful Vajra finger. It is called Black Jade Intermittent Ointment. It should be able to treat Yu Sanxia and let him stand up again!"

Yuan Hui's words were like a life-saving straw, dispelling the long-standing haze in Zhang Sanfeng's heart. He took a few steps towards Yuan Hui, with an eager expression on his face, eager to confirm the authenticity of the matter.

"Is this true?"

"Of course it's true!"

Zhang Sanfeng naturally knew that as Yuan Hui, he could not lie to him, but caring would lead to chaos. He was very sad about Yu Daiyan's paralysis. For more than ten years, Yu Daiyan was in pain every day, and life was worse than death.

Each of the Seven Heroes of Wudang is an orphan raised by Zhang Sanfeng. Zhang Sanfeng did not have any children in his life, so every apprentice is like his son. Yu Daiyan, the third disciple, used to have a bold personality and the most chivalrous character. After the accident, I was in excruciating pain every day, passive and world-weary, and my whole person was lifeless, like a walking zombie.

Moreover, Yu Daiyan's injury was related to Yin Susu. Yu Daiyan could only endure the injustice for the sake of brotherhood. And it was because Zhang Cuishan knew this fact that he couldn't think of it and went to the extreme and committed suicide. This will always be the pain in the hearts of everyone in the Wudang Sect.

Zhang Sanfeng heard that the third disciple's injuries could be cured. How could he not feel emotional? He even regretted not knowing the news earlier, so that Zhang Cuishan would not have committed suicide out of anger. However, he did not dare to say anything. A piece of heart disease.

"Okay, I understand. From now on, the grudges between Shaolin and Wudang have been eliminated, and there will be no more conflicts. After I return to Wudang and settle Wuji, I will personally eradicate the Vajra Sect!" Zhang Sanfeng knew that in recent years, Wudang and Shaolin had a conflict of hatred. , Shaolin did not accept the loss, and naturally made its own choice, directly announcing that Wudang would no longer be entangled with Shaolin in the past.

"Then I wish Yu Sanxia a speedy recovery and regain his glory!"

Yuan Hui knew that since Zhang Sanfeng knew the cause of Yu Daiyan's incident, the Vajra Sect was destined to be destroyed unless another master in the realm of heaven and man stopped Zhang Sanfeng.

But this is impossible. Although Dayuan relied on the national fortune to enshrine a master of pseudo-celestial beings and a great priest of shamanism, this man could no longer save Dayuan from collapse after Zhang Sanfeng became a heavenly being on his 100th birthday. Destiny, not to mention Yuan Hui, a hidden master of heaven and man.

Yuan Hui watched Zhang Sanfeng and Zhang Wuji leave the Shaolin Temple, thinking silently, hoping that the next time they meet, they can set off an anti-Yuan tide and end the tragic fate of the Han family's children. However, this still requires Fang Hui to make arrangements behind the scenes to end the Han family's disaster more quickly. . . . . . .

"Uncle Abbot!" Yuan Hui rarely left her monastery at this time and came to the temple to visit Abbot Kongwen.

Not long after Zhang Sanfeng left, Kongwen sent a young novice monk to call him back to the temple. Yuan Hui knew that Kong Wen was doing something about Zhang Sanfeng and wanted to know how she handled it.

"Yuan Hui, Zhang Sanfeng has left. I want to know how you cope with it!"

Kong Wen was very tolerant of Yuan Hui, his wise nephew. Even if Yuan Hui did something that violated the temple rules, he would always turn a blind eye and pretend not to see it. It was not until later that Yuan Hui proposed to build a separate Zen monastery in the back mountain for him to live in. Kong Wen did not object, and also provided a sum of money for Yuan Hui to buy building materials, which was considered to be extremely favorable.

"Shaolin Nine Sun Kung Fu is a secret book of Shaolin. Disciples don't dare to master it, so naturally there is no external knowledge!"

Yuan Hui clasped her hands together. He was not the kind of prodigal son who didn't feel sorry for selling his father's land. He would not use Shaolin's martial arts as a favor. This definitely did not mean being broad-minded, but borrowing flowers to offer Buddhas and benefit other people's well-being. This kind of thing Yuan Hui disdained.

"So good!"

Although Kong Wen said it was very good, there was no joy on his face, and there was even a bit of worry on his face, as if he was worried.

As the abbot of Shaolin, Kong Wen naturally cannot only consider right and wrong, but also considers his future relationship with Wudang. This time the Shaolin Temple refused to save him. If Zhang Wuji unfortunately died, the Wudang Sect and Shaolin would have further enmity. This made Kong Wen How can I be happy?

"Uncle Abbot, although the disciple did not hand over the Shaolin Nine Yang Kung to Master Zhang, the disciple got rid of the cold poison from Zhang Wuji!"

Yuan Hui would not deliberately conceal what Kong Wen did, so she truthfully reported what she had done to Kong Wen.

"you....."

Kong Wen didn't know what to say for a moment, and he didn't know what was right or wrong about this matter, so he was a little speechless.

"Zhenzhen Zhang promised his nephew that all the old grudges between Wudang and Shaolin would be eliminated."

Yuan Hui then revealed another even more shocking news, which made Kong Wen freeze on the spot, staring at Yuan Hui blankly, not knowing what he was thinking.

Kong Wen was actually more happy than surprised. On that day in Wudang, the five major sects of Shaolin, Kongtong, Emei, Huashan and Kunlun came to Wudang and made a big fuss at Zhang Sanfeng's birthday banquet, causing Zhang Cuishan and his wife to commit suicide. Kong Wen felt bad at that time I was worried that Zhang Sanfeng would go crazy.

Today, Zhang Sanfeng visited the temple again. Shaolin refused to treat Zhang Wuji. Kong Wen could already imagine that there would be a deep hatred between Wudang and Shaolin in the future, especially when Zhang Sanfeng only relied on a trace of leaked aura to make everyone resist with all their strength. , Kong Wen knew that Zhang Sanfeng was no longer something Shaolin could resist, so he regretted it very much.

Kong Wen did not expect that this nephew, who had never shown any martial arts skills, could actually cure Zhang Wuji, who even Zhang Sanfeng was unable to do anything about. He also asked Zhang Sanfeng to compromise and resolve the conflicts and grievances between Shaolin and Wudang.

Kong Wen looked deeply at Yuan Hui, who was silent at this time. Yuan Hui was not nervous, clasped his hands, and looked at Kong Wen quietly, his eyes were clear and bright, without any dodge.

Kong Wen took a long time to speak, "Well done, no matter how you did it, you are still my Shaolin disciple!"

Kong Wen had already understood the mystery of Yuan Hui. When Yuan Hui first sensed Kong Jian's death, Kong Wen gave up on inquiring into Yuan Hui's secret and adopted a laissez-faire attitude toward him. He also believed that Yuan Hui will not harm Shaolin Temple.

"Thank you for your understanding, uncle. It was my disciple who overstepped his bounds!"

Yuan Hui respected Kong Wen very much. Kong Wen had always been very tolerant to him. How could he not know how much pressure Kong Wen was under because of him, and how could he not be grateful.