"Donor Lu can pick these purple cloud flowers as long as he wants, but he must agree to one request of the old monk."
The sweeping monk looked at Lu Qingyun calmly and continued: "The old monk's request is very simple. As long as Donor Lu is cured of Mrs. Ling's poison, he comes to Shaolin to listen to the old monk's sermons for three years."
Lu Qingyun's mouth showed a sneer. After all, he still wanted to imprison him. Shaolin is always a virtue!
If he were alone, he might agree to this request in order to save Yang Yaoqin.
But now with Zhang Sanfeng supporting him, how could he agree.
"Master, please change the conditions. Lu and his wife are deeply in love and cannot be separated for a moment."
The sweeping monk looked far away, with a smile on his face.
"Master Zhang, he had a bad relationship with Shaolin more than ten years ago in order to cure Zhang Wuji's cold poison. Although he has not set foot in Shaolin this time, the old monk knows that you are coming."
"The master is highly respected and respected. It would really be beneath his status to embarrass a junior."
Zhang Sanfeng was very angry and his figure appeared on the courtyard wall.
Shaolin is Shaolin, and Wudang is Wudang. Even if the sweeping monk is the same generation as Master Jue Yuan, he cannot interfere in Wudang affairs.
"Amitabha, the old monk does not mean to embarrass you. Donor Lu's sin of killing is too heavy and can only be resolved with the help of Buddhism."
Lu Qingyun took advantage of the conversation between the two, quickly picked all the purple cloud flowers, and said to Zhang Sanfeng: "Master, rescuing people is like putting out fire. Disciple and grandson go first."
The figure flashed and flew towards the outside of the Sutra Pavilion.
The sweeping monk did not stop him, looked at Zhang Sanfeng and sighed.
"The old monk wanted to help him resolve one or two problems, but it's a pity that he has no chance to meet the Buddha."
Zhang Sanfeng was unhappy. It would be weird if a Wudang disciple had a fate with you, Shaolin!
But as soon as he rolled his eyes, his mind came to mind.
"The master really wanted to resolve the killings in his body, so he gave the Yi Jin Jing to Xiaodao. When Xiaodao returned, he immediately imprisoned him and recited it carefully, so that he would not cause trouble outside and add to the killings."
"Zhang Zhenren is joking. The Yi Jin Jing is the most precious treasure of Shaolin and cannot be passed down lightly. Only by joining Shaolin can you have the opportunity to practice it."
Patriarch Bodhidharma established Shaolin and created the Yi Jin Jing and seventy-two unique skills that are famous in the world.
Shaolin's special skills are never spread to outsiders, which makes martial artists in the martial arts world beat their chests and stamp their feet.
In order to practice these special skills, masters from all over the world have joined Shaolin.
Shaolin recruits many talents and has never been shaken as the number one sect in martial arts.
"The master won't allow it, and the Taoist won't force it, but what the Shaolin monks did to my Wudang disciples is really too much. If we don't restrain ourselves, what will you say if there is a conflict between the two disciples?"
"Master Zhang, I never interfere in Shaolin's secular affairs, so you can rest assured."
The sweeping monk performed a Buddhist salute, then calmly opened the door to the Buddhist Scripture Pavilion and walked in.
"Okay, then Xiaodao will also abide by the agreement."
Zhang Sanfeng disappeared into the Shaolin Buddhist Scripture Pavilion.
Lu Qingyun sneaked out of Shaolin and was about to leave from the back mountain when he was caught up and stopped by Zhang Sanfeng.
"You brat, don't leave in a hurry."
"Master, Ziyunhua has been obtained and I have to rush back to Heimuya."
Lu Qingyun has no intention of dawdling in Shaolin.
Zhang Sanfeng grinned and said: "There is no need to go back to Heimuya. The old Taoist has already asked your master and Lao Qi to pick up your wife and take her back to Wudang."
Lu Qingyun was speechless for a while.
It's a good thing that I didn't tell you such an important thing in advance, otherwise I would be in trouble if I missed it.
If Yang Yaoqin and the others could be taken back to Wudang, it would definitely be much safer than in Heimuya, and they were very grateful to Zhang Sanfeng.
"Master Tai is still thoughtful, so let's hurry back to Wudang Mountain."
Zhang Sanfeng pointed to a mountain peak in the north, "It's not too late. That kid Wuji is in some trouble. Go and help him."
"Master, Senior Brother Wuji is very capable and has no problem dealing with those rotten fish and shrimps. Is it a bit superfluous for me to help?"
Lu Qingyun's current thoughts are to return to Wudang quickly and let Xue Muhua prepare the antidote as soon as possible.
Zhang Wuji has the Nine Yang Magic Skill, the Great Shift of the Universe and the Tai Chi Magic Skill. People like Shaolin are no match for him at all.
"Why, forgetting the friendship between Wudang disciples, Wuji is no longer your senior brother?"
Zhang Sanfeng's eyes widened and he slapped Lu Qingyun on the back of the head.
"Look at you, you talk and you do things, but I didn't say I couldn't do it!"
Lu Qingyun took out the purple cloud flower and handed it to Zhang Sanfeng.
If he, the biggest devil in the world, shows up, there will inevitably be another scuffle. If it gets damaged and cannot be used, big trouble will happen.
