Just as everyone was trying to think of a way out, the disciples of the Songshan Sect and Qingcheng Sect suddenly attacked the nearby Shaolin disciples. The Shaolin monks, caught completely off guard, suffered heavy losses.
The Shaolin abbot had been stabbed by Yu Canghai of the Qingcheng Sect. Clutching his wound, he asked in disbelief, "Yu Canghai, what are you doing?"
Yu Canghai shrugged innocently, but his words were infuriating. "We have no choice. We're just following orders!"
Lin Pingzhi, who had remained silent until then, suddenly spoke up. "You old bastard, have you gone mad? You dare kill a Shaolin elder? Come and face my sword!"
With that, he charged forward, looking as if he meant to fight Yu Canghai to the death.
Yu Canghai sneered and said disdainfully, "So what if they're Shaolin? All under heaven belongs to the emperor. Shaolin stands on the territory of Da Ming, yet they refuse to hand over the Bone Marrow Washing Sutra. They should have been wiped out long ago. You little beast, showing your face now is perfect. I can take the chance to root you out, too."
Lin Pingzhi had only been looking for an excuse to provoke Yu Canghai into revealing his true intentions. That way, when he wiped out the Qingcheng Sect later, no one would stop him.
After all, he was the son of a deputy commander of the Imperial Guards, and knew a thing or two about the imperial court.
Even though Yu Canghai had long been at odds with the Lin family, he should never have attacked them. He ought to have shown some respect for the Imperial Guards.
But Yu Canghai had done exactly that, which meant someone was backing him. In Da Ming, only the Eastern Depot and that old scoundrel