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Seeing their fearful expressions, the disciples from other sects who had never met Chu Yang before suddenly became curious.
Zhang Sanfeng said in a deep voice, "If you all want to leave the Great Buddha Hall alive today, then listen to this old Taoist's advice: don't do anything foolish!"
All the sect leaders, including Yue Buqun, tensed up.
A moment later, a carriage ascended the steps without a slight bump, attracting the attention of disciples from various sects standing in the square.
"The road to Shaoshi Mountain ended at the incense hall below. How did this carriage get up here?"
"Look, the wheels of that carriage are floating!"
"You've been drinking this morning? How could the carriage wheels possibly be floating... damn it, it's true!"
"This is a flying carriage!"
"That red horse doesn't look like an ordinary animal either!"
A kind, honest voice rang out from the crowd, "Master Chef, isn't that my little red horse?"
The blind man, whose eyes were covered with a black cloth, said in a deep voice, "Shut up!"
The blind man's palms and forehead were covered in cold sweat. Last time, this foolish apprentice disappeared inexplicably, and they searched for most of the Southern Song Dynasty. They finally reunited after a long journey, and along the way, he kept mentioning a strange man called "Mr. Chu".
They never dreamed that the Mr. Chu mentioned by their foolish apprentice was the same person as the young scholar in the carriage!
All eyes were on the carriage.
One male and one female.
The man was dressed in a sky-blue scholar's robe, exuding a gentle and refined air, while the woman wore a pale yellow ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress), looking charming and lovely.
The two were like a divine couple who had stepped out of a painting.
Many people who have never seen Chu Yang's face imagine that the legendary "Demon Lord" would be a fierce-looking man with a face full of scars.
When the main character arrived, the group of people were no longer as tense as before, and instead became as docile as rabbits.
The crowd naturally parted to make way for the carriage.
The carriage stopped at the foot of the steps of the Mahavira Hall.
"What can I say? 'I searched high and low without finding it, but it came to me effortlessly'?"
Sitting on the carriage shaft, Chu Yang looked around and saw many familiar faces.
The faces of Yue Buqun and the other sect leaders were stiff.
“Amitabha… We invited Benefactor Chu here today with the intention of turning hostility into friendship.”
Abbot Xuanci stepped forward from the crowd, descended the steps, and walked slowly to the front of the carriage, looking directly at Chu Yang.
“Monk, you’re wrong. Whether we can turn hostility into friendship is not up to me. I’m not the aggrieved party.”
Chu Yang looked at him with a half-smile.
"Alas, may I ask Benefactor Chu if you could ask that disciple of the Ancient Tomb Sect to step forward and offer a chance for reconciliation?"
Abbot Xuanci stared intently into the carriage with his calm, unwavering eyes.
Huang Rong raised an eyebrow and wrinkled her nose. "Hmph! Old monk, who wants to negotiate with you? If it weren't for wanting a permanent solution, I wouldn't come to Shaoshi Mountain even if you invited me!"
Both Huang Rong and Chu Yang spoke with the intention of wiping out the entire group from Shaoshi Mountain, which made many people uneasy and whisper among themselves.
Abbot Xuanci also found it troublesome. He originally thought that no matter how arrogant Mr. Chu was, he would restrain himself a little when he saw so many fellow martial artists.
Little did he know that the other party's arrogance far exceeded his expectations.
"Hasn't Benefactor Chu done enough in the matter of wiping out an entire family?"
"Old monk, why don't you ask them why they weren't satisfied with just stealing the secret manual, and why they had to make things difficult for the women and children of the Ancient Tomb Sect?"
Abbot Xuanci was speechless and could only look to Zhang Sanfeng and Feng Qingyang behind him with pleading eyes.
Zhang Sanfeng stepped forward first and laughed heartily, "Fellow Daoist, it's been a long time; you're still as dashing as ever."
Chu Yang smiled and nodded, "Master Zhang seems to have made a breakthrough, congratulations."
Zhang Sanfeng rolled up his Taoist robe, bowed and said, "I must thank Fellow Daoist Chu for our discussion that day, which allowed this old Daoist to make further progress."
Chu Yang waved his hand, "Master Zhang, there's no need for polite words. If you're going to stop me today, then show me your true skills. Don't be blunt; this time I won't hold back."
Zhang Sanfeng pondered for a moment, then shook his head and said, "I admit that I am no match for Fellow Daoist Chu. Even with Fellow Daoist Feng's help, the outcome would be similar. However, as a monk, I still hope that you can commit fewer acts of killing."
Feng Qingyang chimed in, "Young friend Chu, Master Zhang and I have no intention of being your enemies. We just hope you can find another way to resolve our hatred."
“I am not the aggrieved party, and it is not my place to resolve the hatred with anyone. However, for the sake of the two of you, I can let Mochou come out.”
Chu Yang jumped off the carriage and walked up to the two of them.
These two old men, one provided Chu Yang with Tai Chi, and the other with the Dugu Nine Swords, which can be considered a small favor.
Huang Rong climbed into the carriage, and after a while, she appeared before everyone with Li Mochou.
Many people breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that as long as someone was willing to come forward, there was a possibility of peace talks.
Amitabha Buddha~~~
Abbot Xuanci looked at Li Mochou with a compassionate expression in his eyes. "This benefactor, I deeply regret the calamity that has befallen your sect. However, most of the ringleaders have already been executed, leaving only some minor sects. Could you please have mercy and spare their lives?"
"Saving a life is more meritorious than building a seven-story pagoda..."
Li Mochou gritted her teeth and glared fiercely at the sect leaders behind Yue Buqun. Just seeing their faces brought back a flood of nightmarish memories.
Grandma Sun's tragic death.
Little Dragon Girl was poisoned and rendered mute.
Thinking of all this, Li Mochou trembled uncontrollably, her eyes bloodshot, and she said coldly, "Spare their lives? What about me?! I knelt on the ground that day, begging and pleading, but Granny Sun still died, my face was still disfigured, and Long'er still went mute..."
"Old monk, tell me, who exactly spared us?!"
Li Mochou's mournful voice echoed across Shaoshi Mountain, like a demon from the depths of hell; the deep-seated hatred she exuded chilled those who heard it.
Abbot Xuanci hesitated, unable to meet Li Mochou's resentful gaze. He could only close his eyes and put on a compassionate expression.
"Young lady! Don't be impulsive. We can discuss anything you want!"
"Heroine Li Mochou, please forgive our past transgressions and spare our lives!"
"Yes, yes, Miss Li, just tell us what you need, and we'll definitely find a way to get it for you!"
Cries for mercy rose and fell, and some sect leaders even knelt down and kowtowed frantically. They had already heard Zhang Sanfeng and Feng Qingyang's words and no longer held any hope.
Li Mochou sneered, "What I want has never changed from beginning to end, it is your heads."
The sect leaders who begged for mercy looked ashen-faced.
"It seems you can't persuade the aggrieved party, which is a pity..."
Chu Yang shrugged helplessly and turned to Li Mochou, asking, "Let's identify them and see which ones they are, so we don't end up killing the wrong ones and making things awkward."
Li Mochou stretched out her finger and pointed at the people in the main hall. As soon as she pointed, the people around her quickly pushed aside, leaving a vacuum.
"There really isn't much left." Chu Yang smiled with satisfaction.
Once this matter is settled, he can go home and get some rest.
Zhang Sanfeng and Feng Qingyang both wore wry smiles.
"Enough, enough. The grievances have their source and the debtors their debtors. Those who do evil will not live."
Zhang Sanfeng flicked his whisk, shook his head helplessly, and led the Wudang disciples to prepare to descend the mountain. Before leaving, he cupped his hands to Chu Yang and said, "This matter has nothing to do with Shaolin. I hope you can show mercy."
Chu Yang laughed and said, "That depends on whether Abbot Xuanci is a person who understands the bigger picture."
Feng Qingyang also led the Huashan Sect to prepare to descend the mountain. Yue Buqun, who had been shouting the loudest at first, lowered his head and didn't dare to look at Chu Yang.
"That traitor Xianyu Tong has been killed by you, young friend. The grudges between us are now settled. I hope you will keep your promise and not cause trouble for my Huashan Sect in the future."
Seemingly afraid of losing face, Feng Qingyang used a secret telepathic communication method, and his tone was very amiable.
Chu Yang nodded.
But just as the two old men were leaving with their respective sects' disciples, a wild, unrestrained laugh suddenly echoed from the roof of the Great Buddha Hall.
"Heroes from all over the world gathered here, yet they were intimidated by a mere villain. Whether it's Zhang Sanfeng or Feng Qingyang, they are all just fame-seeking opportunists!"
"If you all don't want to die, then join me in besieging this demon!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a figure dressed in a gray robe landed in front of Chu Yang. The person was masked, so his face could not be seen. His temples were gray, and he was of a certain age.
His index finger thrust towards Chu Yang's throat with overwhelming force, as swift as wind and thunder.
The unexpected appearance of Cheng Yaojin was something no one had anticipated.
Both Zhang Sanfeng and Feng Qingyang admitted defeat. Whose subordinate was this, that he was so brave?
Chu Yang was also a little confused.
The person in front of me used the "Finger of Flowers" technique, one of the 72 Shaolin arts, but with his full head of white hair, he was clearly not a monk.
His finger strength is swift and his skill is quite profound. If he were in the Shaolin Temple, he would at least be a senior monk of the head rank.
Chu Yang frowned and countered with a palm strike.
He blocked the gray-robed old man's fingers with his palm, then straightened his five fingers, turning them into a "claw" shape, and gripped the old man's fingers.
The old man in the gray robe tried to break free, but found his fingers were being held tightly and he couldn't get away.