Chapter 646 The Taoist Wants to Destroy the Palace of You Bald Asses

"We will definitely fight. Senior Wang, don't worry about the extent of the fight. I know it in my mind. As for the effort..."

Zhang Zhiwei smiled and said, "I set up the game this time. Senior Wang has been busy arranging things for me and inviting fellow practitioners from all sides. He has already made great efforts. How can I continue to trouble you? You can just watch the ceremony from behind and watch me challenge the sect!"

The Tiantai Sect in Tiantai Mountain is only the ancestral temple of this lineage. They have many branches and leaves, such as the Tiantai Sect in Bihe Mountain in Japan, which is their branch.

However, the ancestral temple has declined over the years, but the Tiantai Sect in Bihe Mountain has flourished and has become the largest Buddhist force in Japan. The ancestral temple and the branches are easy to attack and defend.

But even so, there are still three thousand nails on a rotten boat. If the Tiantai Sect is moved, there will be a lot of trouble later. Their Taoism and Buddhism are not on the same boat. There is no trouble or not, but other forces are different.

Watch the ceremony, is this for us to come and watch the show? The head of the Wang family understood what Zhang Zhiwei meant. He wanted to overthrow the Tiantai Sect alone.

This move seemed crazy to him. If someone else had proposed it, he would have regarded it as a far-fetched and foolish dream.

But when Zhang Zhiwei said it, he believed it a little.

He narrowed his eyes and thought to himself, the little Taoist said he wanted to choose the venue and asked me to watch from the side, but should I really watch from the side?

After thinking for a while, the head of the Wang family had a plan in mind. Now the big baby in the family clearly wanted to follow him, and the strength he showed was worthy of being followed. In this case, the greater the risk, the greater the reward...

"Little Tianshi, you are the benefactor of my Wang family. How can I just stand by and watch because of a little concern?"

The head of the Wang family said with a firm face: "Little Tianshi, you don't have to worry about me. Although my Wang family is not powerful, we are not afraid of the revenge of the Tiantai Sect."

At this time, the head of the Lu family, who had not interrupted, suddenly said:

"Brother Wang said everything I wanted to say. My Lu family will definitely stand by the little Tianshi."

His two sons followed Zhang Zhiwei and got great opportunities. It can be said that even for the future of his two sons, he had to fight for it.

Having said that, Zhang Zhiwei no longer refused and said with a smile:

"In that case, the two seniors should stay with me and act according to circumstances."

"Don't worry, little Tianshi, we old guys won't take risks," then, the head of the Wang family whispered, "What are the plans of the old guys lurking outside, little Tianshi?"

"No problem!" Zhang Zhiwei waved his hand and said, "Those seniors have sent juniors to support me, and I am naturally grateful. They have their concerns, so there is no need to trouble them."

Then, Zhang Zhiwei began to greet everyone.

He was not good at this kind of thing, but he could not resist everyone's enthusiasm. He could get a warm response for any words he said.

Because most of the people who came were young, they had no concerns when talking, and soon the whole inn became lively.

As for the few old people, they opened a separate table and chatted with each other. The old people were good at social skills, and with Zhang Zhiwei as a link, they soon became familiar with each other.

During this period, Wu Zhan of Huode Sect was also asking Zhang Zhiwei how he planned to fight and how big the fight would be.

Zhang Zhiwei did not beat around the bush and told him that it depended on what Tiantai Sect said.

If Tiantai Sect gave a satisfactory answer, then naturally the big thing would be reduced to a small thing.

If Tiantai Sect resisted stubbornly and refused to change, then his Daxiong Hall would be smashed.

Most people in Huode Sect were straightforward and had a bad temper, which was why he did not wait and see outside, but directly participated in the fight.

When he heard that Zhang Zhiwei was going to smash the Daxiong Hall, he immediately slapped the table and laughed, calling Zhang Zhiwei a guts. No matter if it was just angry words, he felt that this kind of mentality was right.

At the same time, in another inn not far from Bafang Inn, a group of people who were dressed the same as the various forces in Bafang Inn, but were obviously much older, were gathering.

Compared with the bustling Bafang Inn, the surroundings here were deserted and the atmosphere was much more serious.

"It's quite lively there, without any sign of impending storm. We are worrying about nothing," a middle-aged man in a Tang suit with thick joints on his hands asked, "What do you think?"

This person is an elder of Yanwu Hall.

"What do you think?" A middle-aged man with a long sword on his back, hair tied up high, handsome appearance, and a sharp aura like a sword said:

"We came here, didn't we just accept the invitation of the little master to support him? If you ask me, we should go directly like Wu Zhan. Now when I think of the Japanese pirates' insiders in our Shenzhou Jianghu, I feel nauseous, more nauseous than a few more Quanxing monsters."

This person is an elder master of Liuyun Sword School.

At this time, the head of Qingzhuyuan, who was dressed in green, said: "Don't worry, Brother Liu, we are definitely on the side of the little master, there is no doubt about that, but some things can't be rushed. The master is not in a hurry to show up, why should we be in a hurry?"

"Brother Ruan is right!" Master Hu Tu, the head of Shuzimen, who was dressed in a long robe and was well-mannered, said: "We are here to support the little master, but we are not here to add fuel to the fire, but to put it out!"

"Master Hu Tu, you are good at Liu Yao money, how about you calculate how this matter will end?" someone asked.

Master Hu Tu shook his head and said, "We can't stir up too much trouble even if we work hard, but the little Tianshi is the kind of person who can turn the world upside down with a single thought. His power is too great. I will kill him unless I don't want this old bone anymore."

"Then how do you plan to put out the fire?" the man asked.

Master Hu Tu smiled and said, "It's very simple. Just act according to the situation. If the little Tianshi has an overwhelming advantage, then we will stand up to support the little Tianshi, and put out the fire with great righteousness. If the little Tianshi is not doing well, we will stand up and act as a peacemaker to make things better, and prevent the situation from getting worse. It's that simple."

There are many controversies about Hu Tu. In the plot, Zhou Sheng criticized him as worthless, saying that he was seeking fame and reputation, and that he was motivated by the technique.

But no matter what, when he killed Hu Haiwang, the Eight Wonders had not yet been born. He is indeed a person who can't tolerate any sand in his eyes.

He could not tolerate his family colluding with Quan Xing, and naturally he could not tolerate his people colluding with the Japanese pirates.

So he came in person for this matter. He was one of the few headmen who came in person, except for the head of the Wang family and the head of the Lu family.

"Old Hu's idea is good. We should drink wine one sip at a time and walk the road one step at a time. If we go up like Wu Zhan, we will take big steps and it will be easy to get hurt!" said the Liu master of Liuyun Sword.

On the other side, Bafang Inn.

After the monk who pretended to be a storyteller was beaten away, there was no show on the stage of the inn.

The young generation present wanted to ask the little Tianshi for advice, but the war was coming, and they were embarrassed to ask the little Tianshi for advice, so they thought of a way to show their skills on the stage, and the people below could give comments.

There was a show to watch, so Zhang Zhiwei naturally did not object.

The first to come on stage were the two young people brought by the head of the Wang family, Wang Wen and Wang Wu.

Zhang Zhiwei had seen these two people. When he massacred Dawang Mountain and rescued some innocent women who were kidnapped by bandits, it was Wang Ai who notified these two people to settle down.

After Wang Wen and Wang Wu came on stage, they took out paper and pen and drew a picture each.

Wang Wen drew a picture of a beautiful woman dancing with a sword. He shook it and a woman made of ink jumped out of the picture, holding an ink sword and began to dance.

During the dance, the ink fluttered, and the whole stage seemed to have become a painting. Those ink-colored women were the people in the painting.

Wang Wu drew a guqin. When he shook his hand, the guqin flew out of the painting. He placed the guqin on his legs, took a horse stance, leaned back slightly, stretched out his hand and played it, and the guqin painted in ink made a pleasant sound.

He played the guqin to cheer for the sword-dancing woman.

Although this method was not very clever, it was very ornamental and everyone cheered.

Zhang Zhiwei was also clapping his hands, and at the same time he was muttering in his heart, the one called Wang Wu was playing the piano, and the one called Wang Wen was dancing with the sword, maybe the names were reversed.

After Wang Wen and Wang Wu finished their practice.

Lin Zifeng of Liuyun Sword couldn't wait to run up.

In his opinion, although the sword dance just now was very entertaining, it was just that. In terms of sword use, Liuyun Sword was second, and no one dared to claim to be the first.

I heard that the little master was also a master in the way of swordsmanship, so he wanted to show off his skills in front of the little master.

Lin Zifeng was dressed in a tight suit, with his waist straight. He pulled out the long sword behind him, and the cold light flashed, illuminating the whole room.

He began to step out with the sword. No matter what kind of kung fu, it is inseparable from the body movement, and the sword movement is the same.

Lin Zifeng's speed was very slow at first, but soon, his steps became more and more dense, and his speed became faster and faster. He even ran and jumped, and the long sword in his hand danced more and more quickly.

His figure was turning and twisting on the narrow stage, his sword was fierce and the sword light was shimmering, which looked very clever, but in fact there were no complicated moves, only simple basic movements such as chopping, stabbing, tapping, lifting, twisting, sweeping, and swiping.

But even these basic movements showed quite extraordinary effects, and fine sword qi flew out.

The whole stage was covered by sword qi, but strangely, under such a surging sword qi, it did not affect the surroundings at all. Every sword light would disappear suddenly after flying out of the range of the stage, which reflected Lin Zifeng's superb control.

"It is worthy of being a disciple of Liuyun Sword, but the sword in his hand seemed to have an extra arm out of thin air. When the eyes are there, the hands are there, and when the hands are there, the sword is there. It is simply a magical skill." Someone exclaimed.

After Lin Zifeng finished his practice, he put away his sword and clasped his hands to Zhang Zhiwei, saying, "Please give me some comments, Senior Brother Zhang."

Zhang Zhiwei took a sip of wine and said with a smile, "It can be seen that you Liuyun Sword attaches great importance to the basics. It's good to build a tall building from the ground, but after the foundation is solid, you should consider the future."

"As for some sword knowledge, I believe your sect has it, so I won't talk about it. I just want to ask you, what is the meaning of small success in swordsmanship? What is the meaning of great success?"

Lin Zifeng answered almost without thinking, "Small success in swordsmanship takes steps, and great success in swordsmanship takes shoulders."

Zhang Zhiwei shook his head after hearing this, "In my opinion, small success in swordsmanship uses eyes, and great success in swordsmanship uses stabbing."

Lin Zifeng showed a puzzled look on his face. This was different from what was said in the sect. However, even so, he did not refute it with classics, but humbly asked for the reason.

Zhang Zhiwei said: "Kendo is also swordsmanship. Why do we need swords? Because human flesh is soft, so we use sharp and hard swords to kill our opponents. Even if the skills are close to the Tao, they are still skills. Whether it is splitting the sky with a sword or splitting the mountain with a sword, these are human skills, not the skills of the sword. The sword is just a skill used to kill the opponent. This skill cannot move mountains or overturn the sea..."

The sword is overrated by many people. They add many things that do not belong to it, thus forgetting its original appearance. How can such a sword art be pure?

When Zhang Zhiwei preached, the whole inn was silent. Even the elders stopped talking, stopped drinking and eating, and listened attentively.

On the other side, Tiantai Temple on Mount Tiantai is built on the mountain. The glazed golden roof and the painted walls are shining golden in the sun. The main hall is magnificent, like an emperor's palace.

At the foot of the mountain, Zhang Zhiwei called his fellow monks to drink.

On the mountain, Tiantai Sect called his fellow monks and pilgrims to hold a water and land ceremony.

The water and land ceremony is the mother of all Buddhist rituals. "Water" and "land" imply that the effectiveness of the ritual is far-reaching.

Therefore, the water and land ceremony is not one, but a series of rituals. It requires a hundred monks and hundreds or even thousands of lay people to participate in chanting Buddhist scriptures for seven days and seven nights.

The Tiantai Sect's Dharma Assembly is naturally full of flowers, blazing fires, and great momentum.

The sandalwood incense lingered, the Buddha chanted, and various long banners flew in the air. The monks wore colorful robes and chanted on the Dharma platform. After chanting the "Lotus Sutra", they chanted the "Lingyan Sutra", "Amitabha Sutra" and "Avatamsaka Sutra".

Under the Dharma platform, there was a lot of noise. The believers around Tiantai Mountain gathered here because they knew that the Tiantai Sect was going to hold a water and land Dharma Assembly. Because the Dharma Assembly would last for seven days and seven nights, the number of believers was increasing.

Some of these believers sat on the cushions prepared by the temple, some sat on the small stools they prepared, and some sat on the ground.

The first day of the Dharma Assembly ended. In the morning of the second day, a group of monks were on the Dharma platform, reciting the "Rebirth and Departure Sutra", talking about the "Anbang Tianbao Seal", and announcing the "Encouragement to Practice Merit".

At this time, the sun was just right and the temperature was suitable. The believers who had stopped chanting Buddhist scriptures all night were drowsy.

At the foot of Tiantai Mountain.

Zhang Zhiwei walked out of the Bafang Inn, followed by a group of young people.

"Brother Zhang, we are going to cross the mountain, right?"

The young people were all eager to try.

On another street, the old people were lurking here, observing in secret, wanting to know how Zhang Zhiwei would cross the mountain.

Zhang Zhiwei looked up at Tiantai Mountain and smiled, "Let's go now, everyone follow me."

Everyone immediately stood ready, even the old people were no exception.

"As the leader, I will go first, everyone must follow quickly."

As soon as the voice fell, a deafening lion roar resounded, and under him, a strange beast more than two meters tall, more than five meters long, indigo all over, and nine heads gathered appeared.

There was a lotus platform on the back of the strange beast, and Zhang Zhiwei happened to be sitting on the lotus platform.

"Everyone, I will go first."

With a loud "bang", a big pit cracked on the ground.

The nine-headed lion rose from the ground, leaped dozens of feet, and jumped directly out of the town. Then, after several leaps, clouds rose from under the nine-headed lion's paws.

It stepped on the clouds and went straight up to the sky, carrying Zhang Zhiwei and heading for Tiantai Sect.

The people below looked at each other in silence as they watched Zhang Zhiwei's figure getting smaller and smaller in the sky.

Zhang Zhiwei rode on the nine-headed lion, carrying the blue sky and the clouds, and stopped halfway up the mountain. Before he arrived, his voice came first.

After a deafening lion roar, his voice followed.

"I, the Taoist master Zhang Zhiwei, will flatten the main hall of you bald donkeys today!"

It is said that courtesy comes first and force comes later.

Zhang Zhiwei felt that he had already been polite by hosting a banquet at the foot of Tiantai Mountain to entertain his fellow Taoists.

But except for Zhending from Ci'en Temple who talked nonsense, no one from Tiantai Sect came.

Since they don't want to face him, he can only trample on their stinky faces and then "ask" for justice.