Chapter 173

The people of the Northern Southern Song Wu Lin were also immediately annoyed when they saw Jiu Mozhi and the man in black spouting nonsense here.

"Where did these thieves come from, actually slandering Master Zilan Xuan Ci here!"

"Master Zilan Xuan Ci is of high virtue and great prestige, and is the Abbot of the Shaolin Temple; how could he do something that breaks his vows."

"You two keep saying things without any basis here; if you don't produce evidence today, don't think about leaving!"

"That's right, don't think that we Northern Southern Song Wu Lin people are easy to bully!"

"……"

The Wu Lin people were filled with righteous indignation.

In the hearts of these Northern Southern Song Wu Lin people, the Shaolin Temple had an unshakable status.

It was a monument of the Northern Southern Song Wu Lin and symbolized the Northern Southern Song Wu Lin.

It absolutely would not allow anyone to slander the Shaolin Temple casually.

"Amitabha, this monk is also a person who has left the secular world, and I believe I will not tell lies."

"Since this monk is standing here today and saying these words, I naturally have evidence."

"Master Zilan Xuan Ci, do you want me to take out the evidence, or do you want to admit what you did back then yourself?"

"That old lover of yours seems to be present today as well."

"Why not have a good reunion and reminisce about the old days; after all, you haven't seen each other for many years, don't you miss each other?"

When Jiu Mozhi spoke, a wicked smile appeared on his face.

He knew the truth of this matter, which was also told by the man in black beside him.

The reason he chose to participate was naturally to obtain the Seventy-Two Unique Skills of the Shaolin Temple, as well as the kung fu displayed by the man in black.

When they fought initially, he was defeated by the man in black in one move.

This caused Jiu Mozhi to have deep self-doubt, and he urgently wanted to learn the man in black's kung fu.

His lifelong wish was to learn all the powerful martial arts in the Nine Provinces.

In this way, he would inevitably be invincible in the world.

Of course, there was another more important reason.

The struggle between various factions of Buddhism.

Jiu Mozhi belonged to the Esoteric Sect, while the Shaolin Temple was the Zen Sect.

The struggle between the Esoteric Sect and the Zen Sect had been going on for I don't know how many years.

Each one was thinking about putting the other to death.

Seeing this, Southern Southern Murong Fu's mind also began to become active.

"Although the things that happened today were a trap set by someone behind the scenes."

"However, if I come forward to help the Shaolin Abbot resolve the crisis at this time, I will inevitably be able to obtain the support and love of the Northern Southern Song Wu Lin people."

"In this way, my plan to revive Great Yan will be one step closer."

"As for what Jiu Mozhi and the man in black said, who knows if they were just bluffing Master Zilan Xuan Ci."

"The status of the Shaolin Temple in the Northern Song cannot be shaken by anyone."

"As the Abbot, Zilan Xuan Ci naturally would not break his vows."

Southern Southern Murong Fu sorted out the situation before his eyes in his mind; he felt that coming forward to help Zilan Xuan Ci at this time was a matter where the benefits outweighed the disadvantages.

After thinking clearly, Southern Southern Murong Fu laughed, "Jiu Mozhi, you are the National Master of Tubo."

"You are also a high monk of the Esoteric Sect; who knows if you are saying this to help the Esoteric Sect suppress the Zen Sect, and then spread your teachings in the Central Plains countries."

Southern Southern Murong Fu did not speak with any politeness either, directly provoking the dispute between the Zen Sect and the Esoteric Sect.

This was the way of speaking he chose after thinking.

The Nine Provinces all knew that the struggle between various factions of Buddhism was very fierce.

So, after hearing Southern Southern Murong Fu say this, the Northern Southern Song Wu Lin people also nodded one after another, feeling it made a lot of sense.

In the crowd, seeing Southern Southern Murong Fu suddenly stand out to help Zilan Xuan Ci speak, Southern Southern Murong Bo was also somewhat anxious in his heart.

He never thought that Southern Southern Murong Fu would stand out to help Zilan Xuan Ci.

"I must think of a way to help Fu'er resolve the awkward situation in a while, otherwise the reputation of the Southern Murong family will stink."

"The plan to revive Great Yan will be even more out of reach."

Southern Southern Murong Bo frowned and began to think.

He knew that Zilan Xuan Ci had indeed broken his vows back then, so he had always held the attitude of watching the show.

He didn't expect that in the end, he would end up eating the melon and watching the show until it reached his own head.

This made Southern Southern Murong Bo feel very depressed.

"Why don't I see Yuyan girl? If she were by Fu'er's side, I think Fu'er wouldn't do such a thing today."

Southern Southern Murong Bo observed carefully and found that apart from two of the four family generals, Southern Southern Murong Fu had no one else by his side.

Not only was Wang Yuyan not by his side, but even the two maids A'Zhu and A'Bi were not by his side.

Seeing that people were not there, Southern Southern Murong Bo didn't consider this matter much, but began to think about how to resolve the situation before his eyes.

While thinking, he was sizing up the man in black whose face could not be seen clearly.

"Who exactly is this person?"

"Why do I feel a very dangerous aura from him."

Southern Southern Murong Bo thought to himself.

Southern Southern Murong Bo knew all the big shots of the Northern Southern Song Wu Lin.

However, he could never find anyone who could match this man in black.

Duan Yu in the crowd was also looking for Wang Yuyan, but unfortunately, he couldn't find her, and instead saw his father Duan Zhengchun and his elder brother Qiao Feng.

After Duan Yu greeted Duan Zhengchun, he walked toward Qiao Feng.

"So it's Young Master Southern Murong, this monk pays his respects!"

Jiu Mozhi said with a smile.

He had fought with Southern Southern Murong Fu and knew that Southern Southern Murong Fu's strength was not very good.

So, he didn't put Southern Southern Murong Fu in his eyes at all.

"South Southern Murong, North Qiao Feng", in Jiu Mozhi's view, being ranked alongside Southern Southern Murong Fu was an insult to Qiao Feng.

Jiu Mozhi had also experienced Qiao Feng's strength, and it could be said to be well-deserved.

As for Southern Southern Murong Fu, he was a grass bag with only an empty appearance.

"National Master Jiu Mozhi, you are saying these words here today, do you have the idea of helping the Esoteric Sect suppress the Zen Sect?"

Southern Southern Murong Fu didn't say anything else, but kept asking about this point.

In his view, as long as Jiu Mozhi nodded and agreed, the words he said just now would definitely be fake ninety percent of the time and could not be believed at all.

This was the experience Southern Southern Murong Fu had gained from handling things for many years.

As for right or wrong, he had never considered it.

Southern Southern Murong Fu felt he wouldn't be wrong!

607 "Young Master Southern Murong, take a piece of advice from this monk; today's matter is not something you can interfere with, so you'd better leave quickly."

Jiu Mozhi still didn't answer Southern Southern Murong Fu's question.

He had origins with Southern Southern Murong Fu's father, Southern Southern Murong Bo; the several types of kung fu among the Seventy-Two Unique Skills of the Shaolin Temple he had learned were all obtained from Southern Southern Murong Bo.

So, as long as Southern Southern Murong Fu left now, Jiu Mozhi, looking at Southern Southern Murong Bo's face, would not make things too difficult for Southern Southern Murong Fu.

"National Master, don't say useless things here."

"You only need to answer my question!"