Chapter 688
Zhu Ping searched for these legendary martial arts one after another. He didn't need the original copy. If he obtained the original copy, he would have to find a cultivator for the original copy.
To promote the compatibility between the legendary martial arts and the martial wind formation.
And during this period of time, there were more and more rumors about him.
There was a white-haired eccentric man who would teach people legendary martial arts.
At first, no one believed this rumor until the matter became more and more widespread.
For example, what happened in Tai-an City.
A large-scale massacre happened in Tai-an City, and it was done by a single person.
The so-called Great Master Hong Zhu of the Lotus Flower School was beaten like a dead dog by that person in public. He was dragged all the way to the newly built Lotus Future Buddha statue in the city, and had this Great Master Hong Zhu ask the Future Buddha to manifest his spirit.
Naturally, the so-called Lotus Future Buddha didn't manifest his spirit, but the believers were completely immersed in it. They weren't willing to wake up, and they didn't want to wake up. They attacked that person, attempting to kill this person who insulted the Future Buddha.
Otherwise, how could they face their children who were pushed into the pit of fire by their own hands, as well as the mistakes they did during this period of time of believing in the religion?
Could it be that they hugged their spoiled daughter and said, "Sorry daddy and mommy were cheated, that the Lotus Flower Sect is a liar, that becoming the Bright Concubine is a trap, that daddy and mommy personally pushed you into the pit of fire. Just pretend that this matter didn't exist and come back to live a good life."
For some people, admitting this kind of mistake was even more unbearable than killing them.
Hence, many forced fanatics appeared. They crazily believed that the Lotus Flower Sect was real, and that the people outside were all evil demons.
The person who beat up Grandmaster Hong Zhu in front of them must have used the power of evil demons. Otherwise, how could he kill so many people?
Only by killing him could they save themselves from the right thing to do.
And after that person was completely disappointed in these believers, the massacre began.
When the massacre was halfway through, the people from the three sects rushed over to stop it.
Later on, the three sects thoroughly investigated and found out that Grandmaster Hong Zhu was an old liar. And he was found by the Extraterrestrial Demons some time ago. The establishment of the Lotus Flower Sect was also the idea of the Extraterrestrial Demons. Their goal was to arouse people's hatred towards the three sects and incite conflict.
From this point, it could be said that this plan had already succeeded.
In short, although the three religions had easily recovered Tai-an City, most of the surviving residents in the city had become fanatics who refused to admit the reality. They launched a suicidal attack on the three religions and the demons they knew.
In the end, there were less than 1,000 people left in Tai 'an City, and these 1,000 people were deeply traumatized. They could be said to have been crippled, and even if they weren't crippled, they instinctively hated the three Sects.
People were usually good at shirking responsibility. When most people did something wrong, their first thought was not to think about their own problems, but to think of ways to blame others.
After they lost their loved ones, even though they knew that it was their fault, they still pushed a part of the blame to the Three Papal Dynasties.
Why didn't the three religions get rid of the Lotus Flower School earlier? Why didn't they hurry over and stop that guy's massacre? Why did they have to kill those who had already gone mad when facing the suicide attack? Why couldn't they capture them and slowly change their minds?
This kind of anger would cause these people to be at odds with the three sects.
Like ants digging a dam, they destroyed the defenses of the three sects bit by bit until the three sects completely collapsed.
In the past few years, this kind of turmoil had been continuous, and the three sects were tired of dealing with it, causing more and more chaos.
As for the martial artist who cultivated the Mythical Martial Art called the Insect Centipede Form Life Progression Explanatory Record, he was also captured by the three sects. They interrogated him about the course of events, and from his mouth, they learned how he obtained his Mythical Martial Art.
Zhu Ping stood on the mountain peak, and then he heard the melodious sound of a flute.
The surrounding mountains and rivers rippled like ink. It was as if he was standing on a pool of water, and every movement would cause the water beneath his feet to ripple.
"Should I call you Huan Zhen or Monk Konghuan?" The Trijue Scholar was dressed in a Confucian robe, and in his hand was a jade-green flute. He was like an immortal who had walked out of an ink painting.
The only thing that made people sigh was that the right side of his face had completely shriveled up, like a mummy.
As expected, although the three sects had lost a lot of power because of the Federation's attack, a rotten ship still had three kilograms of nails. The sinking ship of the three sects could not be underestimated. Now, they had more or less investigated Zhu Ping's identity.
"Up to you." This was the first time Zhu Ping had seen the Trijue Scholar, but the two of them were not strangers.
"It seems that you didn't have a good time with the otherworldly demons. Otherwise, why would you come back? Why don't you consider joining the three sects? You can use any identity. "The Trijue Scholar proposed to recruit him as expected.
The forces of the three sects were in turmoil, and this was the time when they needed manpower.
"The three sects are already a broken ship. I don't want to sink into the sea with it. If you want to recruit me, you might as well consider your own problems."
Zhu Ping understood. Although he had read a lot of Mythical Martial Arts, because of the restrictions of the main god, his internal force and physical fitness had not been able to improve. If he were to fight with a Martial God who had cultivated Mythical Martial Arts to the peak, he would only be defeated.
However, was the Trijue Scholar still a Martial God? Or was his condition normal?
Back then, the Trijue Scholar had faced the Gods and Demons and resisted the pressure of the Gods and Demons with his own strength. If Zhu Ping hadn't written the Genesis of Nine Lives, he would probably have died there.
At that time, the Trijue Scholar was definitely seriously injured, so much so that he fell into the hands of the Federation. Otherwise, if he could still move, the Trijue Scholar would have found a way to take him away with the secrets Zhu Ping had revealed at that time. The right side of his face was one of the evidence.
Of course, Zhu Ping couldn't make such an accurate judgment just by guessing. He also had his own sources of information.
"That's really a pity." The Trijue Scholar didn't deny the fact that he was injured. Ever since the last incident, his body would tremble inexplicably every once in a while. Moreover, anyone who appeared around him would suffer a test of despair that originated from him. Those who were not mentally strong enough would have a mental breakdown and die.
Therefore, for a long time, the Trijue Scholar could only stay in a desolate and uninhabited place, quietly suppressing the strange things happening to his body.
Now, although the Trijue Scholar could suppress some of the changes in his body, his strength was far from what it used to be. He couldn't be considered a Legend. In fact, the training of a new generation of cultivators of the Bell Cauldron Study Scripture had already begun.
This time, the Trijue Scholar came out to make use of his remaining energy and settle the unstable factor, Zhu Ping.
On one hand, it was because the Trijue Scholar was really dying, and on the other hand, the three religions were really lacking people.
"You are an anomaly, an unstable anomaly, so please die!" The Trijue Scholar shook his head and waved his flute. A melodious sound rang out, and the surrounding ink all rolled back and pressed down on Zhu Ping.
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