It turned out that after the defeat of Shushan, Xiao Jinzhong was unwilling to flee Shushan, and on the way he thought about revenge. After thinking about it, he could only tell his master that this revenge might be avenged, otherwise there was no other way. After Xiao Jinzhong became famous, this was the first time he was strangled and had no reason to complain, and the first time he went to his master for help. This was something he had never encountered since he became a successful apprentice.
Xiao Jinzhong came to the foot of Feilai Peak and found Wuying who was practicing hard. He burst into tears and told all his experiences. When he talked about being intercepted by Shaolin disciples and later strangled by Taiji people, Wuying was shocked. How could his beloved disciple die so tragically? How could he let the enemy who killed his disciple go? Xiao Jinzhong also told about his experience of seeking revenge but failing to get it. The ancestor of Shushan, who ruled the world's martial arts, was no match for him. It was really unsettling.
Wuying was furious after listening to his disciple's story. He said angrily, "Think about those people who practice martial arts. Most of them are just people with empty reputations. People in the martial arts world have their own plans. It is sometimes difficult to resolve one's hatred with those friends in the martial arts world. Why didn't you come and report to the master earlier when such a big thing happened!"
Xiao Jinzhong said in tears: "Since I became famous in the martial arts world, I have never embarrassed my master. I dare not tell my master about this embarrassing thing, but now I have no other way to go, so I have to tell my master. I am afraid that the enemy will find out where my master is and come to seek revenge, so I have to tell my master as soon as possible to avoid being attacked and plotted against by those monsters."
"You still remember the master, why don't you die for this and make the master worry about you, what's wrong with that!" Wuying was anxious and angry, and said angrily. In Wuying's view, his disciples all practiced his magic skills. Although they did not reach the high level of magic practice, it was difficult to meet opponents with such cultivation in the martial arts world. Moreover, as long as the magicians could win, they would do anything, so the disciples were good at using hidden weapons.
After hearing what his disciple said today, Wuying was so angry that he didn't care about his dignity as a master anymore. He kept cursing without restraint. The magic way advocates the survival of the fittest. Dignity and etiquette are only reserved for the cowardly. When a master encounters such a cowardly disciple, how can he not be angry? Moreover, he lost two beloved disciples at once, which really makes it difficult to suppress the anger in his heart.
Xiao Jinzhong listened to his master's scolding, silently shedding tears, thinking to himself, as long as he could avenge his brother, it didn't matter if his master scolded him. If he didn't avenge his brother and people talked about it, how could he survive in the world! Being laughed at and scolded behind one's back was more painful than killing oneself. If he didn't avenge this, he would be unworthy of being a man. In the martial arts world, face is more important than anything else. Without face, how could he hold his head up in front of everyone!
Wuying cursed for a while, then sat aside, breathing heavily, calming himself. He sighed and said, "Ah! It's really hard to accept such a thing. I think this happened because of Shaolin. I will definitely not let go of those vegetarian monks. Taiji is just a few laymen, not worth mentioning. It is a great wish of the master to make Shaolin restless. I will avenge you."
This Wuying may be too deeply influenced by Bai Suzhen, always thinking that Shaolin is just the so-called righteous way, what is there to be afraid of. Being able to disrupt it can also prove that his kung fu is not a crooked way. How can kung fu and Taoism that can defeat others not be good kung fu, good Taoism? Is kung fu only from your Shaolin family? Are there no good kung fu in other families! People's belief in Shaolin martial arts may be too deeply influenced by its legacy. Kung fu in the world is already flourishing, how can you only say that you are the only one!
Xiao Jinzhong was overjoyed when he heard what his master said. He stopped crying and said firmly, "Master, I will definitely help you with all my strength to relieve the hatred in my heart!"
Wuying said, "Xiu Duoyan, the master has his own arrangements. Shaolin has many temples and many disciples, but it's no big deal. Shaolin is known as the southern fist and northern leg. However, for a martial artist, the legs are the foundation. If you hit someone in the air, you must have no foundation and will be easily knocked down, thus losing the initiative to attack. Southern Shaolin is very different. It will be difficult for you to defeat them."
"Master is indeed very observant and knows both himself and his enemy!" Xiao Jinzhong praised his master with admiration.
Wuying said, "That being said, we cannot underestimate our opponents. We can despise the enemy strategically, but we must take the enemy seriously tactically. Do you understand?" He called over his last disciple Meisheng and instructed Xiao Jinzhong and his two disciples, "You disguise yourself and go to Northern Shaolin. With your martial arts and cultivation, as long as you can make them feel uneasy, you'll have accomplished your mission! Leave the affairs of Southern Shaolin to Master."
Wuying instructed his apprentice, and the three of them sealed up the cave. They went their separate ways, and as if courting death, they embarked on their journey of revenge.
Wuying, who had been hiding in the mountains for a long time, was rarely known to the outside world, and was even less well-known in the martial arts world. In theory, the practice of such a hermit was in line with the mentality of the practitioner, but people had different levels of understanding, different experiences, and different breadths of thinking, which led to the great differences and unevenness of people. Wuying, who had little contact with the outside world, underestimated his opponent and overestimated himself.
After walking for less than a day, Wuying, who had transformed into a beggar, arrived at the gate of Southern Shaolin Temple. In the early morning, the gate was not open yet. In the morning light, he staggered and fell headfirst outside the gate, losing consciousness. An early-rising monk found the beggar fainted in front of the gate. He felt him and found that he was still breathing. He hurriedly treated him and brought him to the temple, and reported to the monk on duty.
Most Buddhists know some art, especially those who hold certain positions in the temples. After the gatekeeper felt the beggar's pulse, he said to the young monk: "You can take care of this beggar! He is fine, he just fainted from hunger, and his body is very weak. He will recover in a few days." The young monk took the order and fed Wuying porridge and rice. Seeing that he was slowly regaining consciousness, he was still a little dazed, but he was fine, so he went to do his own things.
Although Wuying was like this, he was anxious and slowly endured the night. Seeing that there was no one around, Wuying hid his body and went to the temple to find the abbot's room so that he could kill him and get rid of the hatred in his heart. Maybe it was not the right time. Northern Shaolin had already reported the feud between the rivers and lakes. The various rumors that were already spreading in society had also increased the prevention of Shaolin.
Wuying hid in the temple and looked for an opportunity, but he found that the guards were tight when he visited the places where the powerful abbots were. If he used his martial arts, he would be exposed. It would be difficult to take revenge with so many people around. Wuying was secretly planning, but he accidentally walked to a place and found that it was not well guarded. He looked at the place and found that it was a place where several lay disciples rested.
The five or six lay disciples who practiced dancing were tired all day and had already rested late at night. Through the window that was not closed tightly, they saw a teapot on the table in the room. Wuying was happy in his heart. Since he could not harm the abbot, he would vent his anger by harming a few disciples first. He had made up his mind and took out the poison he carried with him, the Soul-Chasing and Life-Taking Powder. This drug was refined by Wuying for many years. If taken, the person would die immediately and disappear without a trace. In secret, Wuying used the art of telekinesis to open the lid in the dark night and sprinkle the poison into the teapot. (To be continued)