Transmigrating into Murong Fu, may you have many children and much happiness.

Chapter 268 Zhang Sanfeng

After Murong Fu left with Zhao Min, his burly men gathered together to discuss:

"The princess has been taken hostage; it is our dereliction of duty."

"There's no point in talking about this. Just issue a notice and tell them to act quickly. Also, keep an eye on them and see where this Ming Cult devil is headed."

"yes!"

Wudang Mountain, formerly known as "Taiyue", is surrounded by towering peaks, totaling 72, all shrouded in a tranquil mist like silk. The thousand stone steps are hidden in the deep snow, appearing undisturbed and serene.

Along the way, Murong Fu saw pine needles preserved by the snow, turning them into white jade hairpins, and plum blossoms blooming brilliantly in the cold wind.

Step by step, the group soon arrived at the gate of Wudang Mountain.

The young Taoist priest guarding the mountain was surprised to see someone visit at this time, and thought it was Song Yuanqiao and his group returning from their appointment with the six major sects.

He ran over with a smile, only to find that the other party was not from Wudang and he didn't recognize any of them.

"Young master, please inform them."

Murong Fu, the leader of the Ming Cult, along with his followers, visited Master Zhang.

The young Taoist priest then saw a wealthy young man dressed in a blue robe, bowed to him, and introduced himself.

The sound wasn't loud, but he heard it clearly.

"Ming: The leader of the Ming Cult?!"

He then dashed up the mountain, shouting as he ran, "The Ming Cult is attacking!!"

Murong Fu and the others were left behind, facing each other.

Zhao Min burst out laughing. The siege of Bright Peak by the six major sects could be seen as a tactic employed by the Ruyang Prince's Mansion. Now, this young Taoist priest discovered that it wasn't Song Yuanqiao and his group that had returned, but rather the Ming Cult members.

Naturally, they assumed that the six major sects had suffered a major defeat, the Ming Cult and others had come knocking, and that Song Yuanqiao and the others... had probably met with misfortune.

Not long after the path was cleared, a bell rang. It was the Protector Bell, and each time it rang, it meant that a major event had occurred in the sect, and the entire sect had to gather urgently to overcome the difficulties together.

The bell struck eighteen times. On the first strike, the Taoist priest who had been meditating with his eyes closed in a quiet room deep in the bamboo forest behind the mountain opened his eyes.

It is born with unusual features: a tortoise-shaped body, crane-like bones, large ears, and round eyes.

He stood up gently. He was over seven feet tall, with a long beard like a halberd, a topknot, and a crescent-shaped crown.

It was none other than Zhang Sanfeng, the founder of Wudang, also known as the Taoist.

With a frown, and wearing a pair of Taoist shoes, he took a few steps and pushed open the door. After taking a few more steps, he saw the scenery receding and he arrived at the square in front of the hall, where he saw many young Taoist priests gathering in the courtyard from their respective halls.

They looked panicked, wondering why an alarm had suddenly gone off.

The last time, it was caused by several major sects coming up the mountain during their master's 100th birthday celebration because of Zhang Wuxia and Yin Susu.

When the disciples saw Zhang Sanfeng, they realized that their patriarch was not in seclusion at the moment, but had instead found a pillar of support for them.

Zhang Sanfeng was the ballast and anchor of Wudang. Wudang has stood for nearly a century, and with Master Zhang around, nothing bad has ever happened.

Just then, the young Taoist priest ran up to Zhang Sanfeng, panting, but he couldn't speak clearly.

Zhang Sanfeng realized that he had caught a stitch from running too fast, so he gently patted him from behind. Instantly, a stream of pure true energy flowed into his body, calming his blood and qi and restoring his breathing.

The young Taoist priest looked at Zhang Sanfeng with reverence, then pointed towards the mountain gate and said:

"Grandmaster, the demons of the Ming Cult have invaded!"

He spoke loudly, and everyone present heard him, immediately starting to gossip and discuss.

Zhang Sanfeng also frowned, inwardly disapproving:

Do the members of the Ming Cult really dare to come to my Wudang Mountain?

"Who said we infiltrated?"

Just then, a pleasant male voice rang out: "We clearly walked up here."

The Wudang people all looked toward the direction from which the sound came, and saw a young man with an otherworldly air leading a group of people to their square.

There were only about ten people in total, yet their extraordinary demeanor was immediately apparent.

The young Taoist priest pointed at Murong Fu and said, "It's him, it's him, it's him. His name is Murong Fu, and he claims to be the leader of the Ming Cult."

Zhang Sanfeng said "Oh?", then flicked his whisk and walked towards Murong Fu and the others.

When Murong Fu saw Zhang Sanfeng, he glanced at Zhang Junbao behind him. It was hard to imagine that this person was the little guy from a hundred years later. He looked like a sage, but he was also far away.

The fusion of these two qualities, coupled with his square head, large forehead, pointed forehead, and long neck, truly makes him an extraordinary figure, one that few can match.

Murong Fu clasped his hands and said, "Master Zhang, it is your sect's disciples who have misunderstood."

I only came to visit, but he got so scared that he ran up the mountain, haha.

Zhang Sanfeng said, "Master Murong, your sect and my Wudang have never had any dealings. In fact, there are still remnants of our Wudang army that went to your Bright Peak to attack you."

"Your visit today is probably not for a formality, is it?"

Murong Fu said, "This matter is over. There were many misunderstandings between the Ming Cult and the Six Major Sects before, all caused by the despicable Cheng Kun."

A month ago, I killed Cheng Kun, unified the Ming Cult, became the 34th leader, and began to control the followers.

"I persuaded the six major sects to retreat more than a month ago. Before your esteemed Master Song left, I made an agreement that once our Ming Cult members had rested, we would bring Zhang Wuji back to visit you, Master, to discuss the grand plan for restoring the dynasty."

Zhang Sanfeng said, "A month ago? Yuanqiao and the others did not return to Wudang. Leader Murong..."

At this moment, Murong Fu pulled Zhao Min out and said, "On the way, we saw the bodies of many disciples of the Qiang School, with arrow and knife wounds on their bodies, which seemed to be the work of the army."

If Master Song and his companions did not return, it must be the work of the princess of the Ruyang Prince's Mansion.

Tell me, Zhao Min.

Zhao Mei rolled her eyes at Murong Fu, then bowed to Zhang Sanfeng and said:

"I am Zhao Min, and I have always admired the great reputation of Master Zhang."

Your esteemed sect's Master Song and others:

As Zhao Min spoke, she looked at Murong Fu beside her. Murong Fu nudged her with his shoulder and said, "Aren't you usually so talkative? Why aren't you saying anything now?"

Zhao Min didn't know how Murong Fu knew about this matter, or if it was something she had ordered, so she could only bite the bullet and say:

"This humble woman encountered Master Song and his companions on the road. Seeing that they were weary from their journey, she invited them to rest in a quiet place..."

Zhang Sanfeng frowned and asked, "Where did you invite them?"

Murong Fu said to Zhao Min, "Wan'an Temple."

Zhao Min looked at him incredulously and said, "How did you know?!"

Murong Fu did not reply to Zhao Min, but simply smiled knowingly.

After all, I can't tell them that I've read the script, can I?

Zhang Sanfeng didn't know whether what Murong Fu said was true or false. As the leader of the Ming Cult, he shouldn't have believed him, but Murong Fu spoke with such certainty and seemed to be a handsome man.

Zhang Sanfeng had his own way of judging people. Looking at Murong Fu's face, he could be described as having the bearing of a dragon and the grace of a phoenix, and an extraordinary spiritual light emanating from the top of his head.