Chapter 332: Wulin Tragedy
The autumn colors are all over the waves, the water and the sky are one color, and there is a hint of gentleness in the coolness.

As the clouds roll and disperse, the sky appears even higher.

Where the water ripples, the mountain spring appears even gentler.

Autumn mountains and autumn waters, dependent on each other.

In the backyard of the Ancestor Mountain, many Shaolin masters gathered together, all with a bit of sadness on their faces.

The Shaolin abbot, Master Fangzheng, was sitting in the upper seat at this moment. His face was sunken, his cheekbones were high, his skin had lost its former luster and became dull and loose, his eyes were sunken, and his eyes revealed an indescribable fatigue and emptiness.

How does he look like the abbot of the Shaolin Temple, the most righteous temple in the world?

Instead, it looks more like an old man with half of his body buried in the ground.

This is indeed the case. Dongfang Bubai's last palm strike caused him severe internal injuries.

If he was ten years younger, Master Fang Zheng would have been able to survive it. Unfortunately, time is merciless, and even with the supreme internal energy technique like the Yi Jin Jing, it is difficult to recover.

So Master Fang Zheng made a decision to pass on his pure internal skills to his junior fellow apprentice Master Fang Jing through initiation.

Through this method of forcing things to grow, Master Fang Jing was forcibly pulled from a first-class master to a top master.

Master Fang Jing has always been known for his intelligence, compassion, deep Buddhist nature, and natural talent in martial arts. Although he is a bit lazy, his brilliance cannot be concealed.

In the Shaolin Temple, he has long been a leader in the field of stick fighting. No one can match his flying stick skills, and he can be said to be a once-in-a-century genius.

Now, with Master Fang Zheng's generous teaching, Master Fang Jing has made up for his last shortcoming. All he needs to do is calm down and practice well. It is not impossible for him to surpass Master Fang Zheng one day.

At this moment, Master Fang Zheng had already completed the initiation, and Master Fang Jing was in the room behind him adapting to the surging internal energy.

"Junior Brother Fang Cheng, send someone to invite Alliance Leader Zuo and Taoist Chongxu to come over for a chat." Master Fang Zheng said tiredly.

"Yes, senior brother." Monk Fang Cheng responded and immediately went out to invite the two men.

When the two walked into the room and saw Master Fang Zheng's condition, they were shocked.

Taoist Chongxu, with his arm in a sling, asked with tears in his eyes: "Master Fangzheng, where is your Shaolin's Zhenshen Jiming Jindan? At the very least, you still have Xiaohuandan, right?"

"Haha. Thank you for your concern, Taoist priest. I already understand my condition." Master Fang Zheng smiled and said generously, "Reincarnation is a common thing. Only when you see through it can you remain calm."

“Master Fangzheng, what’s wrong with you?” Zuo Lengchan was the least injured among the three great masters of the righteous path. Although he felt dizzy occasionally, he was able to walk freely.

When he saw Master Fang Zheng's appearance, he was also extremely shocked.

You know, even when facing a madman like Ren Woxing, Zuo Lengchan was thinking about how to kill him.

When facing Master Fang Zheng, he was thinking about how far he was from Master Fang Zheng and how long he could last fighting with him.

Now, the mountain that he planned to climb in his lifetime has collapsed.

Master Fang Zheng looked at Zuo Lengchan and said calmly, "Master Zuo, I am going to recommend my junior brother Fang Jing as the next abbot of Shaolin Temple. I hope Master Zuo can say a few good words for me in front of Minister Ou."

Ou Zanghua was both the Minister of Honglu Temple and the Right Vice Minister of the Ministry of Rites, in charge of Taoist temples and monasteries across the country. The appointment of monks had to be approved by the Ministry of Rites. The abbot of Shaolin Temple was a monk from Henan.

"Okay, Master Fangzheng, don't worry, I will write a letter and pass it to Lord Ou." Zuo Lengchan nodded immediately. It was no big deal to do such a small favor.

Taoist Chongxu sighed and said, "You still chose Fang Jing!"

Master Fang Zheng smiled and said with confidence: "Fang Jing is good! He doesn't fight or compete, he is round on the outside and square on the inside, which is just right for Shaolin now."

Taoist Chongxu thought for a moment and nodded. Fang Jing might not be as scheming as Fang Zheng, but he was more upright and righteous. His taking office would be great for Wudang.

It was a rare opportunity for the three of them to chat so openly, and the atmosphere was harmonious for a while. In another corner of the Ancestral Mountain Range, in the pavilion where Linghu Chong had been drinking and chatting happily, an unusually tense atmosphere now permeated.

Yue Buqun stood tall and straight, with his hands leisurely behind his back, looking at the clouds with deep eyes.

Standing silently behind him was the abandoned disciple of Huashan.

Yue Buqun sighed and asked with some disappointment: "Chong'er, I think I have done my best for you. Can't you just tell me the truth?"

Linghu Chong lowered his head, his expression full of difficulty: "I'm sorry, Master. I promised that senior that I would never reveal his name or the swordsmanship he learned to the outside world."

"what"

Yue Buqun couldn't help but burst out laughing, turned around to look at Linghu Chong and said "OK" several times.

Then he asked, "Then please tell me, Young Master Linghu, how did you get involved with those evil cultists? Huashan and the Sun Moon Demon Cult have a deep hatred, you know that!"

"Master, not all the people in the Demon Sect are bad!" Linghu Chong summoned up his courage and said, "Look, Senior Qu..."

"shut up!"

Yue Buqun was furious and stopped Linghu Chong directly: "Do you have the courage to be a disciple of the top scholar? Do you have the confidence to quit the martial arts world for one person? Do you have the ability to bear the consequences of others? You have nothing, why should you learn to do things from others?!"

Linghu Chong was stunned for a moment, then he smiled bitterly and said, "Master, the martial world shouldn't be like this."

"What? Did you, Young Master Linghu, define the martial arts world?"

Yue Buqun sneered and said, "I was thinking of accepting you again. But now it seems that it is better for you to leave. Otherwise, he will cause greater trouble in the future and bring trouble to Huashan."

"Master!"

“Don’t call me Master. From now on, our relationship as master and disciple is severed. And please, Young Master Linghu, don’t slander Huashan outside.” After Yue Buqun finished speaking, he turned around and left the pavilion.

At this moment, he was truly disappointed with this senior disciple.

Linghu Chong stood alone in the pavilion, his thoughts in a tangle. In his heart, he firmly believed that he was upright, but he couldn't help but feel a little confused about his master's teachings.

He subconsciously untied the rope of the wine gourd around his waist, tilted his head back and took a few big gulps of the liquor, trying to dispel the gloom in his heart. However, under the influence of alcohol, he staggered and had to sit down dejectedly on the stone bench in the pavilion.

At this time, Lan Fenghuang sneaked over and saw Linghu Chong's gloomy face, so she asked, "Brother Linghu, how was your conversation with your damn master?"

"Ah"

Hearing this, Linghu Chong let out a bitter smile, which was mixed with a bit of helplessness and sadness. He slowly spoke with a hint of despair in his voice: "Sister, I seem to have really become a homeless person."

"Well, for a real man, the sky is his quilt, the earth is his bed, and the whole world is his home. Isn't that wonderful?" Lan Fenghuang comforted Linghu Chong as usual, but found that this set of words seemed unable to impress this romantic young man.

Lan Fenghuang's eyes darkened, knowing that Linghu Chong was really sad this time, so she said softly: "If brother Linghu doesn't mind, the Yunnan Five Immortals Sect will always have your house."

"Thank you." Linghu Chong was somewhat touched.

Lan Fenghuang suddenly heard footsteps. She turned her head and found Ren Yingying standing not far away.

"The Saint Lady is here. You guys chat. I'm going to go feed my children! You guys chat." After saying that, Lan Fenghuang tiptoed and her figure quickly disappeared from the sight of the two.

Ren Yingying came over and sat down next to Linghu Chong. After hesitating for a while, she said, "Dongfang Bubai once told me that life is like a boat on the water. We should put down some burdens at the right time so that we can sail to the other side and find the most wonderful scenery in the world."

"As Qu Yuan wrote, the road ahead is long and arduous, and I will search for it up and down."

(End of this chapter)