Falling Blossoms and Storms Ancient Poetry[Transmigration Book]

Outside the ruined temple, there was a chill atmosphere.

On Jin Kingdom's territory, so many masters of the Central Plains martial arts gathered, why didn't Wan Yanxu feel vigilant, no matter whether this matter involved Wanyan Chuo or not, Wanyan Xu was ready to thoroughly investigate this matter.

Riding on a tall horse, Wan Yanxu held the whip in his right hand, patted the palm of his left hand lightly and rhythmically, and asked sharply, "You guys are all gathered here, why do you know why?"

The heads of the eight sects looked at each other for a long time, and finally pushed out a most respected person to stand up and preside over the overall situation. This person was one of the eight sects, the head of the Buddhist sect, Master Xuanci.

Speaking of Buddhism, we have to mention Songshan Shaolin Temple, which was once famous all over the world. There are rumors in the world that martial arts in the world came from Shaolin. Swallowing the Liao Dynasty and destroying the Song Dynasty made this wealthy and prosperous dynasty helpless. The last bloodline of the Zhao Song Dynasty, Kang Wang Zhao Jianyan crossed the south, and even moved the capital to Lin'an. It was not easy to stabilize the precarious situation of the Song Dynasty.

Shenzhou Lu Shen, all great rivers and mountains belonged to the enemy, and even Songshan Shaolin Temple, the birthplace of Buddhism, also fell. For decades, the decline of Buddhism indirectly caused the rise of Southern Taoism, that is, the Quanzhen Sect among the eight sects.

Buddhism and Taoism have been competing for decades, and until now, they still look down on each other.Everyone in the Central Plains martial arts knows this, but they want to put the overall situation first. No, everyone publicly recommended the oldest Master Xuanci to come out. It is nothing more than following the fine traditions of the Han people since ancient times, thinking of respecting the old and the virtuous, absolutely impossible On the territory of the Jin people, they lost the face of the martial arts people in the Central Plains.

"My lord..." Master Xuanci put his palms together and bowed in an unassuming manner, but before he could speak, he was interrupted by the officials on the side with malicious voices.

"Presumptuous! This is our emperor's grandson, don't be rude!"

Wan Yanxu waved his hand nonchalantly, stopped the officials from self-declaring their family arbitrarily, got off his horse, walked up to Master Xuanci, and said calmly: "Master, my subordinates have no words, please forgive me if I offend you."

Master Xuanci smiled embarrassingly. People had to bow their heads under the eaves. Others had already built the ladder, so of course they broke the donkey. Otherwise, what else could we do?

"His Royal Highness, the Buddhist sect to which the poor monk belongs, and the other seven sects of the Central Plains, joined forces this time to exterminate the great devil in the Ten Thousand Devils Cave and eliminate harm from the martial arts. I would like to ask His Royal Highness the eldest grandson to make it easier for you. "

Wan Yanxu couldn't help becoming nervous, and asked: "Master, what you mean is that in this ruined temple is the great devil of the Ten Thousand Devils Cave that all the famous and decent sects of the Central Plains Wulin want to exterminate?"

Master Xuanci nodded. "Monks don't lie, that's right."

Wan Yanxu immediately thought of whether Manchu was hijacked by the devil in the Ten Thousand Devils Nest, and then thought of whether the pampered and pampered son would be threatened with his life, and his life would not be guaranteed?

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he felt, Wan Yanxu couldn't help but change his expression, he was about to cooperate with the masters of the Eight Great Martial Arts Schools of the Central Plains to exterminate the devil in the Ten Thousand Demon Cave.

At this moment, Wan Yanchuo's weak voice suddenly came from the ruined temple: "What eight martial arts sects in the Central Plains...all of them are just trying to gain fame! It's not worth mentioning!"

"Who?" Wanyan Chuo's words offended most of the current masters, and immediately someone couldn't bear it anymore, and said kindly angrily: "What kind of a hero is hiding, why don't you just show up and see?"

"I want to see me, I'm afraid you people are not qualified enough!" Wanyan Chuo promised Jiang Ye that they would not let their master and apprentice fall into the hands of these self-proclaimed decent martial arts people. The first thing to do is to get rid of these people People leave, the sooner the better: "Hulu, drive them away!"

Hearing Wanyan Chuo's voice, Si Tui fell to his knees with a plop towards the ruined temple, and said in a crying voice: "My lord! It's really my lord! Thank God, my lord is safe and sound."

After hearing Wanyan Chuo's voice, Wanyan Xu breathed a sigh of relief. Although he was puzzled as to what Wanyan Chuo was doing, according to Wanyan Xu's protective personality, anything that happened would always be Take care of yourself first.

"Master, I think you must have made a mistake. The one in the temple is not the great devil of the Ten Thousand Devils Cave you are looking for, but the little prince of our Dajin Kingdom, the son of Prince Rong."

"How is it possible?" Master Xuanci is also a monk of Zhang Er, puzzled. How could a young prince of the Kingdom of Jin suddenly appear, and how could he be involved with the big and small demons in the Ten Thousand Devils Cave? This is different from the information they had learned before. identical.

"Is there anything impossible!" The knife on the side couldn't help it, and interjected: "My son is a noble man with a noble status, how can he make a fake?"

"Hulu, stop talking nonsense with these people, drive them away! There are too many people, I'm annoyed!" With the support of his own people, Wanyan Chuo spoke with more confidence. Jiang Ye couldn't help laughing, his Chuo is really cute no matter how you look at it, no matter how you look at it, it is cute.

After hearing Wanyan Chuo's words, Wanyanxu knew what to do. The horsewhip in his right hand was swished wildly, and he squinted his eyes slightly, smiling like a tiger, and said heartily: "Master, you heard it too, my son. I'm shy by nature, and I don't want to see outsiders, idlers, etc., so I'd better retreat quickly!"

"Golden dog! Don't bully people too much!" The masters of the Central Plains martial arts felt deeply humiliated, and their faces changed with anger. It is estimated that if it wasn't for the huge disparity in the number of people in front of them, these people would have been unable to restrain themselves, even if they had already Nearly a hundred years have passed, and the enmity between Song and Jin countries still cannot be resolved. "To prevent us from entering the temple to kill the devil, what are your intentions? Maybe you have secretly colluded with the devil in the Ten Thousand Devils Cave, intending to disrupt our Central Plains martial arts! So you can sneak in!"

Most of the Jurchens present could understand Chinese, and the name "Golden Dog" really didn't sound very nice. Now, those who should be offended and those who should not be offended are all offended at the same time. It is estimated that there is no way to make things right.

"What are you talking about! Keep your mouth clean!" Among them, Xiaodao jumped out at the first time, and retorted: "Who doesn't know that our son was hijacked by thieves two days ago, his whereabouts are unknown, and his life and death are unknown. His Royal Highness Changsun will order the whole city to be under martial law, and no one is allowed to enter or leave at will! Now you Central Plains martial arts people have jumped out on your own, and you keep talking about killing the devil in the Ten Thousand Devils Cave. Who knows if you have evil intentions? The idea is not good for our son! After all, you Song people are the most duplicity and nonsense!"

"It's nonsense, you...you spout blood!"

Can't tell, Xiaodao is still sharp-mouthed, and his mouth is not forgiving: "Right and wrong are fair, and people's hearts are free. I'm afraid only God knows if you people are thieves calling for thieves!"

The masters of the eight sects shared the same hatred, and Xiaodao and the others also fought against each other, and the atmosphere instantly became tense.

Wan Yanxu's face was very ugly, he also knew that his identity was very embarrassing and difficult to handle, to put it bluntly, this matter can be big or small, if it is big, it involves the century-old grievances between the Song and Jin countries, if it is small In other words, it's actually just a dispute between the rivers and lakes, and it depends on how it will be resolved in the end.

In terms of numbers, it is impossible for the masters of the Central Plains martial arts to go deep into the Kingdom of Jin, so it is impossible to bring too many people with them. It can be one against ten, and a small number of masters are also brought by him. The number is not large, and most of them are temporarily recruited from the city. Although it seems that there are many people, but after all How could a group of mobs who are useless and useless, be the opponents of these Central Plains martial arts masters, I am afraid that they will show their feet in a fight.

Master Xuanci was also in a difficult situation. His Royal Highness, the eldest grandson, and the son of King Rong, both of whom were nobles from the royal family of the Dajin Kingdom, were people who could not be offended at all. If something happened, it would mean that the Song and Jin countries would tear their faces apart and go to war in an all-out way. When the time came, the emperor would be furious, lay down millions of corpses, and bleed profusely. It was these poor and innocent Li people who suffered.Besides, taking ten thousand steps back, His Royal Highness, the eldest grandson of Jin Kingdom, is really not a villainous person. If His Royal Highness, the eldest grandson of the Yellow River, hadn't been able to help the disaster well, the victims in a radius of hundreds of miles would not know what to do. placement?Besides, His Royal Highness, the grandson of the emperor, loves the people like a son, treats the people of the Jin Dynasty and the Song Dynasty without discrimination, and treats them equally when giving out porridge. Well, killing such a benevolent and righteous person, I am afraid that he will not gain a good reputation in the Jianghu, and if he does not do it, it will backfire and make people in the world laugh at him.

Both Wanyan Xu and Master Xuanci knew very well that once their faces were torn apart, both sides would suffer.

After waving his hand to stop the obviously angry knife, Wanyan Xu turned to look at Master Xuanci, and offered to propose: "Master, it is said that monks are merciful, and being able to reduce some murders is considered a merit, right?"

Master Xuanci put his palms together and said softly, "Amitabha..."

"How about this, after the rivers and lakes are over, let's follow the rules of the rivers and lakes, compete in martial arts with bare hands, and do not kill lives, how about it?"

Wan Yanxu's proposal was exactly in line with Master Xuanci's intentions, and he immediately nodded and agreed: "In that case, let's do it according to His Royal Highness the Emperor's eldest grandson."

"I just want to take this opportunity to see the demeanor of the Central Plains martial arts masters." Wan Yanxu was still smiling, with a look of concealment, but in fact his martial arts were not enough to stand out in front of these masters.

Xiaodao turned his head and translated Wanyan Xu's words to Xiaogu just now, both of them looked like they had been spat out, with an expression of gearing up and eager to try.

"Amitabha……"