LEGEND OF THE BLACK FLUTE WARRIOR
THREE RED-ROBED MONKS, THE,
Wu Song smiled in awe at their resistance, in Wu Song's heart thought Siauw Lim Si was really the place of the swordsman's warehouse.
Wu Song added to the power of his distilled voice step by step testing the resilience of the formation that was blocking before him.
While defending the third layer curled their staff then released it to hit Wu Song.
The stick that Wu Song's leg was stalked on would be paused back towards Wu Song by the first and second layers who were twisting the stick pressing on Wu Song's flute rhythm.
Wu Song set his feet flying upward avoiding the onslaught of sticks coming in a row, which could damage the rhythm of the flute he was blowing.
But the besiegers did not give up they also shot into the air while shooting sticks that were curved towards Wu Song.
Wu Song tracked his own foot and flew higher and higher, so the monks could not reach him.
The besiegers returned to their positions to strengthen the defense, as they thought Wu Song would sooner or later descend.
But the reality of her Wu Song persisted in the air, increasing the power of her flute cadence.
This made the 107 monks who were in their formation start to waver, not strong against Wu Song's flute rhythm which exerted increasingly strong pressure.
Finally lines one and two staggered backwards, like a drunk.
If not held by the 3rd row, they all certainly have fallen down miserably transverse.
Suddenly 3 red-clothed monks appeared from inside the third guard post, and from their mouths continued the sound of prayers
The soft and the subtle which contains the energy in the mighty.
The sound of the prayer was able to restore the condition of the line of monks, who now feel more comfortable.
And began to be able to hold back the sound of Wu Song's distilled rhythm, with the sound of their wand swinging back, which rang,
"Young..wung...wung....!"
Seeing the appearance of the three monks, Wu Song stopped his flute rhythm and floated down from the air.
standing before them clasped his hands together in front of his chest and saluted towards the 3 red-robed monks in front of him and said,
"Am I currently dealing with Hong San Fang Cang..?"
The three monks shook their heads, one of them said,
"Suheng (brothers) we are closing ourselves next month just come out, Siau Sicu (Young master ) what is the need ? it could be all three of us."
Wu Song looked at the three of them for a moment then said,
"I'm looking for a monk whose face is only known by that little brother."
wu Song said as he pointed at Cun Ming.
"Are the three of you able to help me, gather all Siau monk Lim Si to be recognized by the little brother.?" asked Wu Song politely.
The three monks looked at each other and one of them said,
"If you want to see the faces of all the monks in our temple, frankly it's a bit difficult."
"There are some of those who are doing outside work yet to come home, we can't call them home."
"In addition there are some of our elders who have cut off their relationship with the world, there is no way that we who are juniors dare to disturb their calm."
"So Sicu's request with great regret we rejected it."
"But if Sicu wants to see other than the one I mentioned, I can help Sicu, but that's only our ability."
Wu Song nodded and said,
"Well, I agree, thank you very much to the three of you who are willing to help us find someone."
Finally all Siau Lim Si monks who numbered nearly 1000 people were gathered all, to be recognized by Cun Ming.
But until the last man, none of the monks Cun Ming sought were there.
Cun Ming lethargicly looked at Wu Song and shook his head.
Wu Song let out a long sigh, finding that person was like looking for a needle in the ocean, but Wu Song could not give up.
"How's it?"" asked one of the three leaders of the red-robed Siauw Lim Si temple to Wu Song.
Wu Song shook his head and said,
"Not met, thank you very much, sorry to trouble you and all the monks here."
"But can you tell me how many monks are on duty outside ? if there's a breakdown of his name and face better."
The three chief monks looked at each other then said,
"There are 20 people, the list of names we have if our facial details don't have."
"Sicu looking like this is very difficult and draining, why did Sicu not go to see the painter Ning Po who lives at the foot of this mountain."
"After getting the details of his face, maybe we can help you recognize him" said one of the monks giving advice and instructions.
Wu Song after saying thank you and saying goodbye, then took his entourage away to find the painter Ning Po who lived at the foot of this Siong mountain.
A few days later Wu Song alone brought a sketch of a monk's face.
Returning to the monastery to meet the three chief monks, this time Wu Song did not receive any inhibitions and was able to move freely nothing hindered his path anymore.
After showing a sketch of that face, the three head monks furrowed their brows and said,
"Sicu looking for this guy what's the matter? can Sicu tell us."
Wu Song inwardly thought about why these three monks became interested,
and want to know the problem.
Do they know this guy.?
Wu Song was a little suspicious because the three of them had not been so concerned with the matter of what he was looking for this person for.
While seeing the reaction of the three of them Wu Song also told about the commotion that occurred between himself and Xu San Pai.
And the key of the perpetrator who threw this vile slander on his wife, maybe he could find it through the monk in the sketch picture in his hand.
The three monks nodded and said,
"Sorry we can't help much in this business."
"Hopefully you can quickly find the culprit...San chai's...San chai's...San chai.." said the three monks compactly.
Wu Song resigned, leaving the Siaw Lim Si temple, but arriving at the foot of the mountain Wu Song immediately flew back to the Peak of the Mountain.
This time Wu Song returned secretly by flying above the sky, then quietly monitoring the movements of the three chief monks.