It's a pity that they don't have enough Taoism and practice now, so they can escape by themselves, but they are still far from being able to lead others to escape.

Otherwise they would have taken Zhang Xiaofan and Lin Jingyu down the mountain long ago, why would they have stayed in this dangerous place.

Daoxuan, who was almost exhausted, brought up the old matter again, and asked Zhang Xiaofan: "Are you still unwilling to tell your secret?"

Zhang Xiaofan's body shook, he felt that all the eyes around him were focused on him, some of them were concerned, some were contemptuous, but most of them were doubts.

Daoxuan sighed, and said slowly: "Zhang Xiaofan, after you joined my Qingyun sect, did we treat you badly?"

Zhang Xiaofan immediately shook his head and said hastily: "Sect Master, no, there is no such thing, master and wife are very kind to me."

When he said this, Tian Buyi's body visibly trembled, and the expression on his face was extremely complicated.

Although he didn't treat this disciple harshly, he definitely couldn't say that he treated him very well.

On the contrary, it was this disciple who consistently respected him as a master and only thought of his good.

At this moment, Tian Buyi felt extremely guilty.

"But..." Zhang Xiaofan's expression was extremely painful, "But, this disciple really has some unavoidable difficulties, I...I can't..."

"Say."

Suddenly there was a loud roar, the sound moved the audience, like thunder, and everyone was startled.

Zhang Xiaofan involuntarily took a step back, looked at the man, suddenly startled.

The person who uttered this roar was not Qingyun, but Pukong, one of the four great monks of Tianyin Temple.

Among the four great monks of Tianyin Temple, Pukong ranks the lowest, but he has the most violent temper.

When he was young, he subdued demons, and with the Buddhist rare treasure "Golden Buddha Bowl" in his hand, he killed countless evildoers.

Later, as he got older and realized the meaning of Buddhism, he gradually lived in seclusion in Tianyin Temple.

In today's bloody battle against Qingyun, Pukong went on a killing spree, using his unpredictable Buddhist way to fight the demon sect in blood.

At this moment, a monk's robe was covered with blood stains everywhere, he looked like a Buddhist eminent monk no matter where he looked, he looked like a ghost from hell, no wonder Zhang Xiaofan was taken aback.

This time, the people of Tianyin Temple came to Qingyun Mountain with the intention of provoking their master and questioning their sins.

Tianyin Temple's supreme true Dharma "Dafan Prajna", which has never been passed on to the outside world, will be learned by a young disciple of Qingyunmen. How can this be achieved?

At this moment Pukong saw Zhang Xiaofan hesitating, he was annoyed in his heart, plus today the precept of killing has been lifted, he was indescribably upset, he couldn't help but let out a Buddhist lion roar.

Zhang Xiaofan was stunned for a moment by his thunderous voice, but he still hasn't recovered.

Standing with Lin Jingyu, Zhang Xiaobo and others at the back, Second Uncle Wang, who had been looking at Shui Qilin with a smirk, was startled and turned his head to look here.

A ferocious monk, covered in blood, stared at Zhang Xiaofan angrily, like a ghost who wanted to eat people.

There was an instant silence in the Yuqing Palace.

"what……"

Suddenly, a heart-piercing scream rang out from the dilapidated Yuqing Palace.

Uncle Wang's face was bloodless, his whole face was pale, his whole body trembled, he pointed at Pukong tremblingly, and screamed, "Ghost...ghost...ghost...ghost..."

The voice was so shrill, even though it was daylight, everyone in the hall felt a chill at the same time.

Even Pukong, who was furious just now, was taken aback by Second Uncle Wang, confused, "You...what are you talking about, what the hell am I?"

But Second Uncle Wang seemed to be possessed by a demon, and he was shaking desperately. Lin Xiaoyue next to him tried to comfort him, but it didn't work at all.

I saw him shrinking slowly, he didn't dare to look at Pukong again, his eyes were closed tightly, obviously extremely frightened.

He kept saying, "Ghost...Ghost...he killed someone...don't kill me, don't kill me...don't kill me..."

A haze silently enveloped the place, Zhang Xiaofan, Lin Jingyu, and Zhang Xiaobo stiffened at the same time.

Especially Zhang Xiaofan, in the depths of his eyes, there seemed to be a faint red light.

Pukong was watched by everyone, and said angrily, "I don't recognize this person at all, what are you looking at?"

Lin Jingyu slowly let go of Second Uncle Wang's hand, and walked to Zhang Xiaofan's side with Zhang Xiaobo and the others.

"He...why...wh...what...said...it was...you?" Lin Jingyu asked slowly, word by word.

His complexion is as terrifying as Zhang Xiaofan's, the difference is that while his eyes are full of hatred, he is still sober.

Pukong said angrily: "How would I know? He is just a lunatic."

Zhang Xiaobo was even angrier than him, and shouted: "It is precisely because he is a lunatic that he can't lie, lunatics can't lie, only normal people can."

Everyone's face changed drastically, what they said made sense!

But at this moment, with a sudden sound of the Buddha's chant, Master Puhong, who was sitting behind Pukong, spoke suddenly, with a painful tone.

"Amitabha, if you plant evil, you will reap evil fruit, sin, sin."

As soon as these words came out, the whole audience fell silent in an instant, and Pukong's body was like a piece of wood. After a long while, he slowly turned to face Master Puhong, and said in a shy voice, "Senior brother, what did you say?"

Master Pu Hong's face was pale, and he didn't know whether it was a physical injury or guilt in his heart, but he closed his eyes and lowered his brows, and said in a low voice for a long while: "Faxiang."

Ever since Second Uncle Wang suddenly fell ill, Faxiang, who had always looked ugly and pale, shook his body and said, "The disciple is here."

Master Pu Hong said slowly: "There is no need to hide it, you can tell them! Junior brother did something wrong back then, and today we must not wrong this benefactor Zhang again."

There was a bang in Zhang Xiaofan's mind, there was a faint whistling voice, as if scratching at his heart.

Fa Xiang walked forward slowly, looked at countless astonished faces, and then landed on Zhang Xiaofan in the field.

"Back then, it was indeed our people from Tianyin Temple who killed the entire village of Caomiao Village at the foot of Qingyun Mountain."

"what?"

In an instant, countless voices of horror, shock, disbelief, and anger burst out from the Yuqing Palace in Qingyun Mountain like explosions.

Even Daoxuan, Tian Buyi and other well-cultivated masters could not help but change their faces.

Just now they all thought that Cangsong was responsible for the massacre in Caomiao Village, and they didn't connect the fact that Zhang Xiaofan was pregnant with Dafan Prajna with this matter at all.

Fa Xiang's words at this time were undoubtedly a thunderbolt in their minds.

Lin Jingyu pulled out the dragon-slaying sword that was rippling with blue light, and stared at Faxiang.

Zhang Xiaobo and the others also sacrificed the fairy swords that had just been refined. Eight red fairy swords were suspended in the hall in an instant, and the sword points all pointed at the monks of Tianyin Temple.

Only Zhang Xiaofan's heart suddenly sank so leisurely, so deep, so sinking.

Then, a long-familiar cold feeling and a deep bloody hostility enveloped him.

The angry scolding gradually subsided, and Fa Xiang didn't care about other people at all, not even a glance at the nine murderous immortal swords.

His eyes were only on Zhang Xiaofan, both worried and regretful.

Only when everyone was completely quiet did Faxiang continue speaking slowly.

"The murderer is my Third Martial Uncle, Master Puzhi, one of the Four Great Monks."

As soon as these words came out, there was another wave of excitement, and everyone was completely stunned.

Zhang Xiaofan's body swayed once, then again, he couldn't feel anything anymore.

It seemed as if the whole sky had collapsed, and I was just a very ridiculous, very sad person!

The sadness deeply engraved in the depths of his soul seemed to have turned into a demon at this moment, biting his heart fiercely.

After mourning, what are you left with?

On the fire stick, it gradually lit up, with a slightly bright blue light mixed with a touch of gold.

But all of this can't cover up that layer of cold red blood.

Never before had such a strong hostility, as if the bloody aura that had been concentrated in the blood-devouring bead and the soul-destroying stick for thousands of years, accompanied by the desperation that roared with anger from countless revenant souls, poured into his chest at the same time.

Dharma Primer slowly explained in detail what Puzhi had done in Caomiao Village in order to realize the ideal of Buddhism and Taoism, and practice on the same person.

"what……"

After Faxiang finished speaking, Lin Jingyu let out a wild roar, and finally couldn't bear it any longer, he slashed at Faxiang with the Dragon Slaying Sword and his body.

And the eight fairy swords of Zhang Xiaobo and others also flew towards the monks of Tianyin Temple at the same time.

Daoxuan shouted anxiously: "Quick, stop it quickly."

Before he finished speaking, Tian Buyi, Suru, Zeng Shuchang, Master Shuiyue and others have already made a move, blocking all the attacks.

Lin Jingyu burst into tears, weeping bitterly, still struggling despite being blocked by Tian Buyi and others, he roared: "I'm going to kill you, kill you..."

In Tianyin Temple, headed by Puhong and Pukong, all the monks bowed their heads, looked ashamed, and chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice.

Zhang Xiaobo and the others have only been through the period of agility for more than a year, and their Taoism cultivation is only a little stronger than Lin Jingyu's and others, how can they break through the defense of Tian Buyi and others?

Seeing that they couldn't kill the monks of Tianyin Temple now, they stopped doing useless work and took back their fairy swords one after another.

Zhang Xiaobo roared angrily with red eyes: "Tianyin Temple, I will not live with you."

Xiang Nanpeng also shouted: "What kind of bullshit is an eminent monk, I swear to Nanpeng here today, that in my lifetime, your Tianyin Temple will be wiped out."

If Lin Jingyu's reaction only made them feel guilty, what Zhang Xiaobo and Xiang Nanpeng said made the monks of Tianyin Temple change their expressions and feel deeply uneasy.

There is no faction in the world that dares to say that it can withstand the wrath of the Five Spirit Immortal Sect's thunder.

But this matter was indeed a crime committed by people in Tianyin Temple, but the murderer was still an absolute high-level person in Tianyin Temple, and he was already dead.

Then this blood debt can only be borne by the sect, and if others want revenge, they can only bear it.

Regarding Zhang Xiaobo and Xiang Nanpeng's words, Daoxuan and all Qingyunmen didn't say anything.

They have nothing to say.

On the contrary, strictly speaking, they should seek justice from Tianyin Temple for their disciples.

But the Five Spirit Immortal Sect is destined not to let it go. Qingyun Sect and Tianyin Temple are both one of the three pillars of the righteous way, so naturally it is not easy to add trouble.

After Daoxuan was silent for a while, he suddenly looked at Fa Xiang and said, "Just now you said that Pu Zhi's oil was exhausted, how did you know the truth of this matter?"

Fa Xiang said silently: "Uncle Pu Zhi once befriended a stranger and got a miracle medicine Three Days Sure Death Pill."

"Take this medicine, no matter how seriously injured you are, it will be able to stimulate your body's full potential within three days and save your life, but after three days, even if your injuries recover, you will still die."

"Uncle Puzhi took this miracle medicine, and finally rushed back to Tianyin Temple within three days, and explained the ins and outs to my benefactor, Master Puhong in detail."

"I was serving my teacher at the time, and I heard this from the sidelines."

Faxiang stared deeply at Zhang Xiaofan, slowly said: "That's how things are, all these things are all the fault of my Master Puzhi from Tianyin Temple, and have nothing to do with Brother Zhang."

"Masters and Uncles of the Qingyun Sect, please don't blame him again."

Daoxuan sighed slightly, let out a long breath, and was about to speak, when suddenly there was a burst of low and miserable laughter in the quiet hall.

"Blame? Who is going to blame me?"

The laughter was strange and cold, with endless hatred, Zhang Xiaofan, who had been panting heavily with his head bowed, slowly raised his head.

Those completely red eyes stared at Faxiang with a blood-stained chill.

Faxiang frowned tightly, and said in a low voice: "Junior Brother Zhang, you...you have to take care of your health, let him pass the past! The days ahead will be long..."

"Go to hell."

Zhang Xiaofan spat out these three words from between his teeth.

Everyone's expressions turned pale, at this moment Zhang Xiaofan seemed to have turned into another person, full of murderous aura, his face was distorted and extremely ferocious.

Zhang Xiaobo also yelled angrily: "Those who go to Nima's past, let him pass. If Tianyin Temple is not destroyed, this matter will never pass."

Lin Xiaoyue tugged at the corner of his clothes, and said worriedly: "Xiao Bo, there seems to be something wrong with Xiao Fan."

Zhang Xiaobo turned his head to look at Zhang Xiaofan, also surprised.

I saw that the fire stick in his right hand was shining brightly, the blood-devouring orb seemed to be reborn, the blue light flourished, mixed with the black energy of the dementor stick, enveloped Zhang Xiaofan, even his face gradually began to blur.

Fa Xiang lost his voice and said: "Junior Brother Zhang, quickly throw away that evil stick, you have been invaded by evil power."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Zhang Xiaofan looked up to the sky and smiled miserably, his voice was shrill, "What righteous way? What justice? You have always lied to me."

"I have worked hard all my life to keep the secret for him even if I died, but... what am I?"

He opened his arms and shouted to the sky: "What am I?"

This tragic voice echoed between heaven and earth, moving people's hearts and making people cry.

The people in the field all turned pale, Faxiang flew up and said anxiously: "Junior Brother Zhang, give up this thing quickly, or you will fall into the devil's way and never recover..."

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