Chapter 667

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Song Qingshu shook his head: "King Ming is my good friend, and he won't be his hand."

Jiu Mozhi nodded with a smile, and encountered two super masters, Xuan Cheng and Xu Zhu, and he no longer had the arrogance he had before. He knew in his heart that Shaolin Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon cannot be shaken by himself. It's better to take it as soon as it's good, anyway, I'm also out of the limelight today.

"Song surnamed, I think you are trying to make things difficult!" Another monk of the Xuanzi generation couldn't help but said angrily.

"Song Mou just wants to chat with all the monks who know Prajna Palm in your temple. Isn't this request too much?" Song Qingshu said lightly, standing with his hands behind his back.

Xuanci couldn't help frowning slightly: "Master Song, Lao Na can't let the monks of this temple be treated like prisoners by you just because of your words." At this moment, he couldn't help but secretly regret it, because Shaolin Wudang has always been in discord, and he heard it just now. When something happened to the heroes of Wudang, there was still some gloating. If I offered to help investigate this matter just now, it would not only damage the reputation of Shaolin, but also sell Wudang's great favor. But now, if I call out the person who knows Prajna Palm in the temple to confront the other party, it is inevitable that I will be soft-hearted... …

In the first few competitions, Shaolin was disgraced. At this time, if they agreed to the request of the other party and spread it to the rivers and lakes, Shaolin's prestige would probably be ruined.

But if you don't agree...

Xuanci glanced at Song Qingshu and Zhang Sanfeng, and sighed secretly in his heart: The other party only had Ren Woxing and Jiu Mozhi, which made Shaolin chickens and dogs restless. There was also Song Qingshu, who had become famous in recent years, and who was deeply uneasy. Zhang Sanfeng of the test, if they take action, how can this temple stop them?

In fact, there are many Shaolin masters, and if they really want to swarm them, they are not afraid of these four. However, if it spreads to the rivers and lakes, even if Shaolin wins by relying on more, it will also lose its reputation.

"Abbot Xuanci, where do you come from?" Song Qingshu couldn't help but say, "We just want to ask the monks of your temple a few questions, how can we interrogate them as prisoners?" In fact, if he changed other things, he would He wouldn't be so polite to Shaolin, but this matter was related to Song Yuanqiao and others, and he couldn't ruin the business because of his own personal grudges.

Hearing him say this, Xuan Ci's expression softened a little, and his tone loosened: "This..."

Zhang Sanfeng also opened his mouth and said at the right time: "Poor Dao also guarantees his personality and will never be rude to the masters of your temple."

"Since Zhang Zhenren said this, the poor monk is naturally trustworthy." Xuanci bowed slightly to Zhang Sanfeng, and then asked the junior brother to summon the masters of Prajna Palm in the whole temple.

During this period, the two sides tacitly did not mention the fact that the seventy-two stunts of Shaolin that Jiu Mozhi had mentioned before came from Tianzhu. Song Qingshu was unwilling to create extra branches to cause Zhang Sanfeng to be unhappy, and Jiu Mozhi was because he was afraid of Xuzhu's small and unreliable achievements, and Shaolin's side was even more unhappy. He was shocked by Jiu Mozhi's performance, and naturally he would not take the initiative to mention it. As for the Songshan faction, because they wanted to heal Zuo Lengchan, most of them had already escorted him back first, and only a few were left to observe the changes in the current situation. It's just that no one has the guts to join in.

The scene fell into a rare silence. When Shaolin summoned the eminent monks from the whole temple, Song Qingshu began to interrogate them with good words, asking them where they were some time ago.

Prajna palm is the palm method of the top Shaolin monk, so not many people in the city know this palm method. Song Qingshu quickly finished his inquiries, but unfortunately he didn't get any useful information.

"Is there really no one else in your temple who understands Prajna Palm?" Song Qingshu asked with a frown.

Xuanxian on the side was suddenly furious: "The surnamed Song, even the senior brother, as an abbot, condescended to ask you to check, but you are still not satisfied, are you really trying to find fault?"

Song Qingshu's face darkened after being accused of covering his face and face, and before he could speak, Zhang Sanfeng had already opened his mouth: "Masters, please don't misunderstand, we just want to save people. Pindao didn't believe that it was the hands of the eminent monks of your temple. Now the two-phase confirmation, it really is. It's just a fact that a few of the little apprentices have been hit by the Prajna Palm. Pindao wants to ask the last question, and I hope the masters don't take offense."

What is Zhang Sanfeng's position in the martial arts now? His attitude made the Shaolin monks feel a little better. Xuanci nodded: "A real person can ask, as long as the poor monk knows, he will tell him frankly."

Seeing his completely different attitude, Ren Wexing couldn't help but sneer: "These bald donkeys used to be arrogant, but after we beat them up, they became much more honest."

Fortunately, Ren Woxing also knew that the matter was a big deal, so he deliberately lowered his voice so that only Song Qingshu and Jiu Mozhi around him could hear it.

Song Qingshu nodded in agreement: "I have heard a great man say before, that if you seek unity through struggle, unity will survive, and if you seek unity through concessions, unity will perish. Now that Shaolin is so good at talking, I would like to thank the two of you for your help."

"Junior brother, you're welcome," Jiu Mozhi's eyes flashed with surprise, "I don't know which expert said that sentence you just said? It really broke the secret in one sentence."

"Master Mao. Xi said." Song Qingshu couldn't help but start to miss the world of his previous life. Although he lived more casually in this world, there were too many black technologies in his previous life that could improve the quality of life. The girls in miniskirts on the street are also eye-catching. The women in this world are all thick ancient costumes. If you want to see Bai Shengsheng's thighs, you have to peel off other people's clothes, which is really outrageous!

"Who is Chairman Mao?" Jiu Mozhi and Ren Wexing looked at each other, and quickly pondered in their minds which senior would take this.

While the three were whispering, Zhang Sanfeng had already asked, "I wonder if your temple's Prajna palm method might be leaked to outsiders?"

Xuanci turned his eyes to Jiuma

Zhi: "The prajna palm of this temple has always been kept secret. I thought it would never be leaked, but when I saw King Ming today, I realized that there are really outsiders in this world who know the prajna palm of this temple."

Xuanci deliberately emphasized the three words of this temple, which was obviously a great ridicule to Kumozhi who claimed that these martial arts came from Tianzhu.

Kumozhi couldn't help but snorted coldly, but he didn't refute anything. After all, the plan to convince Shaolin by force failed, and he also knew that the people present were all people with extraordinary knowledge, and it was really unnecessary to argue for the benefit of words.

Zhang Sanfeng had doubts for a long time, so he took advantage of the situation and asked, "Dare to ask where King Ming's Prajna Palm came from?"

"This is a gift from an old friend of Xiao Seng in the past. As for his name, please forgive Xiao Seng for friendship, and it is inconvenient to disclose it." Kumozhi apologized and bowed to Zhang Sanfeng.

"Is that so..." Zhang Sanfeng had always admired the righteous, and seeing that Jiu Mozhi didn't say anything, he didn't want to force him.

On the contrary, it was the Shaolin monks who were excited. When they heard that the monastery's unique skills might spread to the outside world, even Xuanci couldn't sit still, and hurriedly said: "Stealing martial arts from other schools is a big taboo, and this is also about my Shaolin stunts. If Prince Ming says that person's name, Shaolin can forgive what happened today."

"If I don't say it, what can you do to me?" Jumozhi looked proud, he was just respectful to Zhang Sanfeng, and he was not so polite when facing the Shaolin people.

"You!" The Shaolin monks changed their expressions one after another, and each tightened their weapons tightly, and the situation on the scene was about to break out again.

"Actually, I should know the identity of that person, but there is one more thing I need to verify." Song Qingshu casually took a step forward, stopped between the two sides, and his eyes drifted to the direction of the Shaolin Temple Tibetan Sutra Pavilion.

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