"Give you direction, I do not dare," Li Zhichang said. "But let me ask Martial Brother Zhao: what kind of person was Founder Reverend Chongyang? What kind of people are the Quanzhen Seven Masters?"
"Our Founder, Master and all Uncle Masters are religious people who held high position in our Sect," Zhao Zhijing answered with consternation.
"They were also real men and woman with determined spirits; patriotic citizens who protect suffering people without regard to their own lives. They took up arms fighting the Jin who invaded us," Li Zhichang added.
"Reverend Chongyang and the Quanzhen Seven Masters are honorable people who have shaken the river and lake region [Jianghu]. Who in the martial arts world doesn't respect them?" Zhao Zhijing tried to change the subject.
"I am deeply touched by our predecessors," Li Zhichang boldly said. "Without exception they were fearless people who resolved to save other people through oceans of water and fire. They taught us the meaning of bravery. Our bodies may perish, but our honor will have to stand."
His speech had touched Zhen Zhibing's heart, as well as more than ten other Martial Brothers'. Zhao Zhijing, on the other hand, kept pushing his agenda. He sneered and said, "Is Martial Brother Li the only one who is fearless about death? Do other people fear death and covet life? Our founder had undertaken great difficulties in founding our Sect. Our Sect has reached a high point today; I wonder how much pain and suffering the Founder and Quanzhen Seven Masters have suffered? If Quanzhen Sect fell due to our inability, how would we face our Founder in the underworld? How would we be accountable to the Five Masters when they finish their meditation?"
His speech sounded reasonable and several martial brothers voiced their support. Zhao Zhijing was encouraged and continued, "The Jin dynasty was our archenemy. Now the Mongolians have destroyed their country, wouldn't that make them our ally? In the past our Founder was defeated by the Jin which resulted in him living in seclusion inside the Ancient Tomb. If he knew his enemy was defeated, wouldn't his soul in heaven be comforted?"
After hearing his comments praising the enemy, Wang Zhitan, another of Qiu Chuji's disciples said, "If after defeating the Jin the Mongolians formed an alliance with our Great Song and lived in peace with our people we certainly would treat them as brothers. However, the Mongolian armed forces have continued their large scale maneuvers to the south fiercely attacking Xiangyang. Our Great Song is in grave danger. You, I and all of us are people of the Great Song. How could we accept the enemy's decree?" He turned his head to Zhen Zhibing and asked, "Martial Brother Sect Leader, if you accept this decree, you are a traitor of China; you will be condemned forever by our Quanzhen Sect. I, Wang Zhitan; even if the blood of my neck splashes to the ground, will not let you disgrace us." He spoke with a solemn voice and stern countenance.
Zhao Zhijing leaped up and smacked the table. "Martial Brother Wang!" he bellowed, "Do you want to resort to violence? How dare you insolently threaten the Reverend Sect Leader?"
"We stand on justice!" Wang Zhitan harshly shot back. "Fight if you want, do you think I am afraid?"
Both sides looked in each other's eyes, ready to draw their swords to fight. A grey haired Taoist priest quickly intervened, "Hold! The Martial Brothers don't have to fight. We can talk it over."
"What is Senior Martial Brother's opinion?" Wang Zhitan asked, eyes bulging out.
"My opinion," the senior priest said, "We … we are devout people, we have to have mercy toward the people, and we have to help them. If … if we accept the Mongolian Emperor's Imperial Decree, we will be able to persuade the Mongolian rulers and the officers not to commit atrocities. Didn't Fourth Martial Uncle Qiu Chuji do the same and was able to save a multitude of lives?" Several of Zhao Zhijing's supporters echoed their agreement.
A terse and forceful Taoist priest shook his head. "The circumstances then and today are beyond comparison. Junior followed Master's journey to the west and had met Genghis Khan himself. I saw with my own eyes how the Mongolian troops destroyed cities and massacred their people, and committed great atrocities. If we accept this decree, it means we fall under Mongolian influence. Wouldn't that mean we are assisting a tyrant to do evil? We might be able to save ten or twenty lives, but as the Mongolian power rises, I wonder how many thousands or tens of thousands people will die." The short and stocky priest who said that was Song Defang, one of nineteen disciples who came with Qiu Chuji to the west.
Zhao Zhijing smirked and said, "You have seen Genghis Khan, so what? I have recently met the Mongolian Fourth Prince, Khubilai. The Prince treats skilled martial artists and scholars with utmost courtesy. He is generous and open-minded; how could someone like him be ruthless?"
"Incredible!" Wang Zhitan shouted, "You have received Khubilai's order to spy on us!"
Zhao Zhijing was enraged, "What did you say?"
Wang Zhitan snapped, "Those who conspire with the Mongolians are traitors to our country!"
Zhao Zhijing made a sudden leap and thrust a palm toward Wang Zhitan's head. But as he started to move, two palms blocked his attack. They belonged to Qiu Chuji's other two disciples, one of them was Qi Zhicheng.
"Shame!" Zhao Zhijing was livid and loudly shouted, "The disciples of Uncle Master Qiu Chuji rely on numbers to bully others."
Zhen Zhibing immediately clapped his palms and loudly said, "Martial Brothers! Please sit quietly. Listen to what Junior has to say."
The Sect Leader position granted the bearer an enormous authority. They immediately sat down and did not dare to disobey. "Good," Zhao Zhijing said, "Let us listen to what our Sect Leader has to say. If he wants to accept the decree, then we accept it. If he wants to refuse it, then we follow. The Imperial Decree is his; it's neither mine nor yours. Why fight?"
He thought he had Zhen Zhibing in his hands. Zhen Zhibing would not dare to oppose him. On the other hand, Li Zhichang, Wang Zhitan and the others have known Zhen Zhibing for quite some time. They knew he was loyal and patriotic. They were sure he would not betray the country and die as a traitor. They thought it was wise to leave the matter in his hands and let him to adjudicate.
"Junior does not have the competency and skill to hold the Sect Leader position. It was with a humble and heavy heart I accepted this weighty responsibility," Zhen Zhibing slowly said. "Who could have known that I would have to face this difficult matter on my very first day?" He looked up and stared blankly at the ceiling. Sixteen third generation disciples fixed their gaze on their Sect Leader. The room was quiet. Nobody made any noise.
After a long while Zhen Zhibing finally continued, "The Quanzhen Sect was founded by Grand Master Chongyang. After him came honorable Master Ma Yu, followed by Uncle Master Liu Chuxuan and my Master Qiu Chuji who carried forward their legacy. Now Junior has to carry the burden. How could I dare to disobey the basic teachings of my honorable predecessors? Martial Brothers! At present the Mongolian troops attack the city of Xiangyang, invade our land, and massacre our people. If it were any of the four Masters, would they accept, or would they refuse?"
The group listened carefully to his word, they reflected on how the Grand Martial Master Chongyang, Masters Ma Yu, Liu Chuxuan, and Qiu Chuji would usually handle such affairs: Founding Grand Master Chongyang died a long time ago, none of the third generation disciples had ever met him. Master Ma Yu was kind and honest; he would handle any matter quietly without much fanfare. Master Liu Chuxuan had profound insight; the disciples could never easily discern his thoughts. Master Qiu Chuji was like a raging fire. He was loyal and patriotic. The disciples had deep impressions of him, and without prior agreement they answered almost in unison, "Sect Leader Qiu Chuji would refuse the decree!"