The Sword God of the South

Monk Bian Ji Hung

The four people in the reception room then drank warm tea together. Not to forget too, they tasted the dishes available on a small table.

Monk Lo Jit and Monk Lo Han began to talk about many things. Their conversation is arguably not too serious. Because both of them only told me about things related to the Temple of the Thousand Gods.

Zhang Fei and the Farewell Swordsman listened carefully. Sometimes they also ask questions to make the atmosphere more fluid.

However, even though there was already a conversation going on, but inwardly, Zhang Fei knew that the two monks were still slightly suspicious of him.

This can be seen from the gaze of their eyes that sometimes seem very probing.

"Biksu Jit, for now, how many disciples are in this Thousand Gods Temple?" zhang Fei asked.

"Eitherway. But, it most likely reached the number two thousands more, Chairman Fei. This has already been counted with the disciples scattered throughout the Empire's territory," Monk Lo Jit replied slightly feeling proud.

"Well, a lot. Just like the Beggar Party,"

"Yes, Chairman Fei. With the Beggar Party, maybe the difference isn't too much,"

Zhang Fei nodded his head. He poured the tea back into the cup and drank it until it ran out.

After waiting for about twenty minutes, Zhang Fei suddenly felt a sense of authority pressing down on the room. As soon as it gazed towards the entrance, not long after that the door immediately opened wide.

An old man whose age was very advanced was seen walking with a fairly slow step. Zhang Fei looked at the old man. And he was quite surprised when he saw in the way how he walked.

The steps can be slow. But, each step just looks so light. At a glance, even the old man seemed not to tread to the floor.

It's enough to show you where your science ability is to lighten his body.

"That's great. The science of lightening his body was already very perfect, Zhang Fei's inner self while looking at him.

Meanwhile, Monk Lo Jit and Monk Lo Han immediately stood up after seeing the appearance of the old man. They both bowed in respect.

Seeing this, the two guests were the same. After all, they should still respect the host.

The old monk nodded with a smile. He glanced towards Zhang Fei and the Farewell Swordsman.

"Chairman, this is the Head of the World of the Persilatan and Swordsman of Farewell. They came because they wanted to see you" Monk Lo Jit said after he sat there.

"Oh .. So this is the new Chief of the Military World?" he looked at Zhang Fei and looked at him from top to bottom.

"Yes, Chief. This is the guy,"

"Great .. great. Still young, but already able to occupy the highest position in the martial world," he praised with a heavy voice.

"No courage, no courage. This is all just a coincidence, Master," Zhang Fei said as he gestured with a finger.

The old monk did not speak anymore. He just nodded his head. He then told Monk Lo Jit and Monk Lo Han to get out of the meeting room.

At first they both looked hesitant and anxious. But because the Chairman insisted, inevitably they had to obey him.

After the situation there was quiet, then the old monk spoke again.

"I'm sorry for all my students, Chairman Fei, Mr. Wu. Sometimes they are like that. They cannot use their minds perfectly. So, it's only natural that what happens is always seen with the naked eye" he said softly.

"No need to overdo it, Monk Hung. We also justify it" said the Farewell Swordsman representing.

"Well, is there anything we can help you with?" ask Monk Hung further.

"none. Precisely our arrival here because we want to contribute energy related to something that will happen later,"

"Oh, so, Master Wu already knows about it?"

"Yes, I already know. Because one of the higher-ups of the people who will be here, has spoken directly to me,"

"G ..." Monk Hung was a little surprised. He looked towards the Farewell Swordsman with a meaningful gaze.

Unwilling to have a misunderstanding for the second time, Zhang Fei quickly spoke up.

He told me everything that had happened to the Sword Swordsman of Farewell. Starting from the change in his attitude, to his intentions and goals for now.

Monk Bian Ji Hung looked at Qiao Feng throughout the two storytelling. It was as if he was also paying attention to the seriousness in his speech.

While on one hand, the perverted grandfather himself did not make any comment when Zhang Fei told him about himself.

After some time later, Monk Hung spoke again.

"Oh, thank goodness. I'm really glad to hear that. The Buddha the Most Loving. Amithaba," Monk Hung said softly.

To him, the news delivered by Zhang Fei was very encouraging. He also has the same opinion as himself.

That is, the power of the Song Empire could increase due to the entry of the Farewell Swordsman to their side.

"Great monk, Master Wu, what exactly will happen in this Thousand Gods Temple?" zhang Fei asked as he looked at them in turn.

From the beginning he knew nothing about it. Zhang Fei was very curious. That was why he dared to ask directly.

"Look, Chairman Fei," the Farewell Swordsman replied quickly. "In the next two days, there will at least be attacks coming from Black Panji Party members. Those who came here numbered about fifty. Although the numbers are not too many, but the people who will come here, almost all of them are top-class warriors,"

"Oh, is that right, Mr Wu?" zhang Fei asked still not believing.

"Right, Chairman Fei," he said nodding. "Fourty men are first-class warriors. Ten of them are equivalent to a swordsman choose a match,"

"G ..." Zhang Fei nodded slowly. He had not expected, it turned out that the heretic party even dared to attack the Thousand Gods Temple. "They really have big guts,"

"of course. Because behind them there's someone who's ready to protect her,"

"Oh, who is he?"

"For now, sorry I haven't been able to tell you. But someday, I'm sure everything will open up,"

"Oh, okay. I got it,"

Zhang Fei nodded. He never imposes the will of others.

"But if you may know, why did they attack here?"

"It's because I refused their offer to merge into the alliance that will be formed by him," replied Monk Hung ahead of the Sword Swordsman of Farewell.

"Hemm .. apparently those cursed humans are still not willing to repent" Zhang Fei clasped his hands tightly together. He always felt hot when he heard the name of the perverted party.