Chapter 323 Zhang Sanfeng

"Senior brother, I disagree. Zhang Sanfeng is an abandoned disciple of Shaolin. How can he have the nerve to covet my Shaolin magic!"

Kongxing had the hottest temper and clear grievances, and was the first to express his opposition.

"Moreover, that kid Zhang Wuji is the adopted son of the villain Xie Xun. Brother Kong Jian's revenge has yet to be avenged. Besides, Zhang Cuishan's death has something to do with Shaolin, so that kid doesn't hate us in his heart!"

After hearing Kongxing's opinion, all the monks agreed. Indeed, there were many grievances between Zhang Wuji and Shaolin, and Shaolin should not teach him magical skills.

Kong Wen was certain in his heart and saw that the opinions of all the eminent monks were relatively consistent, so he was ready to seal the coffin and make a final conclusion.

At this moment, Kong Zhi put forward a different opinion.

"Brother, although I don't agree with teaching Shaolin Nine Yang Kung, Zhang Sanfeng is the best in the world after all, and Zhang Cuishan has just passed away. If we refuse outright, will we completely turn against Wudang? What will happen if we are both members of the six major sects in the future? See you!"

Kong Zhi's meaning is obviously that although we can refuse, if Zhang Sanfeng gets angry, how can we resist? Should we find a suitable excuse that is not degrading?

“Junior Brother Kongzhi’s words make sense and need to be carefully considered!”

Kong Wen knew how hot-tempered Zhang Sanfeng was when he was young. It was only through self-cultivation in the past thirty years that he had restrained himself. If he and others really pissed him off, it would not end well.

"Then according to junior brother, what should we do?"

Kong Zhi has always been the think tank of Shaolin Temple and can give appropriate suggestions every time, so Kong Wen didn't want to waste his brain and asked directly.

"My Shaolin Jiuyang Kung Fu has always been a secret technique of Senior Brother Kongjian's lineage. Although there is a backup in the Sutra Pavilion, it cannot be practiced without the consent of Senior Brother Kongjian's lineage!"

Kong Zhi rolled his eyes and thought of a good excuse, which would definitely leave Zhang Sanfeng speechless and have no excuse to get angry.

"What do you mean, junior brother?"

Kong Wen instantly understood what Kong Zhi meant, and his eyes instantly lit up.

"We just pushed Zhang Sanfeng in front of Yuanyin and Yuanhui. I don't believe it. If Senior Brother Kongjian's disciples refuse to teach Xie Xun's adopted son magical skills, Zhang Sanfeng can still get angry unreasonably."

"That's it!"

Seeing that everyone had no objections, Kong Wen made a decision directly.

"Do I just need to say hello to Yuanyin and Yuanhui in advance?"

Kong Wen saw that the matter had been resolved, and then remembered that the parties involved had not notified it yet, so he tentatively asked Kong Zhi for his opinion.

"It shouldn't be necessary. The hatred for killing the master is irreconcilable. Why do we need to remind you!"

Kong Zhi shook his head, there was no need to remind him about this kind of thing.

"Then I won't remind you. This is what we will do after Zhang Sanfeng arrives!"

Kong Wen thought about it carefully and realized that it was indeed true. Why did he need to be reminded of this kind of thing? After all, he was an enemy, so how could he agree to it.

. . . . . . .

In front of the mountain gate of Shaolin Temple, two people, an old man and a young man, came. One of them, an old man, was wearing a gray Taoist robe, with gray hair, thin body, tall figure, kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and a fairy-like spirit, which made people admire him.

The old man was holding a boy of about ten years old in his hand. The boy was tall, but his face was pale, as if he was ill, and he did not look like he would live a long life. His voice was weak, his expression was timid, and he was not a man of firm faith. .

"Master, is this the Shaolin Temple?"

The boy looked timidly at the Grand Master beside him, with a bit of fear in his heart. These bald monks were not good people, with ferocious faces. They forced his parents to death, which made the young man feel fearful and his body trembled unconsciously.

"Wuji, are you feeling cold again? Please be patient. Even if Grand Master doesn't show any shame, he will definitely ask for the Shaolin Nine-Yang Kung Fu for you today!"

Zhang Sanfeng looked at the tortured disciple and grandson in front of him, and thought of his beloved disciple who died young. He made up his mind that he would not return empty-handed this time. No matter what, he must keep Cuishan's flesh and bones and not let him die.

"I don't know who you two are. What do you mean by coming to Shaolin?"

As the guard of the mountain gate, Zhike Monk naturally stopped Zhang Sanfeng and asked about their origin and purpose.

"Old Taoist Zhang Sanfeng, today I came to visit the eminent monks of Shaolin!"

Zhang Sanfeng introduced his identity to Zhike Monk in a pleasant manner. After all, he had requests from others and he had to be polite.

"The young monk has seen Master Zhang and is going to report it. Please wait a moment!"

The monk Zhike bowed to him and said hello quickly. Although Zhang Sanfeng had some unclear grudges with Shaolin, he was a martial arts senior after all, so the monk Zhike did not dare to lose his etiquette.

"Don't bother!"

Zhang Sanfeng looked at the pale Zhang Wuyue beside him and stopped Zhike Seng.

"Zhang Sanfeng is here to visit, and I would like to invite Monk Kong Wen to meet him!"

A clearly audible sound of worshiping the mountain appeared in the Shaolin Temple. Kong Wen listened to the words as if they were heard in his ears, and was shocked by Zhang Sanfeng's strength. He did not dare to hesitate, circulated his true energy, and used the method of sound transmission from thousands of miles away.

"Please also invite Master Zhang to enter the temple. I'll be waiting for you!"

Although Kong Wen tried his best to transmit his voice outside the mountain gate, his voice was loud and unlike Zhang Sanfeng's clever method. His voice was like a whisper in the ear, making people feel comfortable.

Zhike Monk heard Kong Wen's message and quickly led Zhang Sanfeng and the others to the Main Hall.

"Is Zhang Sanfeng here?"

Fang Hui, who was resting in the back mountain, heard the noise coming from the temple and couldn't help opening her eyes, curious.

At this time, Kongwen, Kongzhi and Kongxing were already waiting for Zhang Sanfeng's arrival outside the main hall.

"I have met Zhang Sanfeng!" Although Kong Wen and others were worried about Zhang Sanfeng's identity, they still did not dare to be rude when they saw Zhang Sanfeng and hurriedly greeted him.

"I've seen three divine monks!" Zhang Sanfeng didn't say anything, but responded with a salute.

"Master Zhang, please!" Kong Wen stretched out his hand to avoid, asking Zhang Sanfeng to go first.

After everyone sat down, they started talking about things.

"I wonder how Master Kongwen has thought about the things mentioned in my letter?"

Zhang Sanfeng didn't want to waste time and asked Kongwen straight to the point about the results.

"this?"

Kong Wen looked at Zhang Sanfeng with a serious face, feeling quite pressured and silent for a while.

"The old Taoist is willing to swear that Shaolin Nine Yang Kung will only be practiced by Wuji alone and will never be taught to outsiders. In exchange, your temple will be allowed to choose a Wudang Kung Fu!"

Zhang Sanfeng seemed reluctant to see the news and quickly listed his conditions. These conditions were extremely generous. Zhang Sanfeng was simply doing a loss-making business.

But Kong Wen was not tempted at all. Although Wudang's martial arts were good, what Shaolin lacked most was magical skills, so Zhang Sanfeng's proposal did not have much appeal to Kong Wen and others.

"To be honest with Master Zhang, although I, Shaolin, have the inheritance of Nine Yang Kung, it has always been the secret mental method of Senior Brother Kong Jian, and others have never practiced it!"

Kong Wen revealed the inheritance of Shaolin Nine Yang Kung and wanted to push Zhang Sanfeng into Kong Jian's lineage.