Reborn as a snake, creating a magic method in the real world

"Since Elder Yin insists so much, we can't disobey." Huang Daxian sighed and said reluctantly, "Cancel the memorial service immediately, but please remember, Elder Yin, the Saint Girl will always live in our hearts.

What joy in life, nothing to fear in death!

Lighter than a feather, heavier than Mount Tai.

Some people are dead, but they are actually still alive!

Some people are alive, but they are already dead!"

Tears could not stop flowing from Wong Tai Sin's eyes, and his voice sounded very aggrieved, getting smaller and smaller, until finally it turned into sobbing, and then evolved into choking, and he simply collapsed to the ground powerlessly.

"Oh my god, my acting skills are amazing!" Hei Feng stared at Huang Daxian, who looked like he wanted to hold a memorial service for the Holy Lady of Taiyin, and collapsed on the ground helpless and powerless, with his eyes wide open.

Especially the last few words that Wong Tai Sin said: What is the joy of living, and what is the fear of death!

Lighter than a feather, heavier than Mount Tai.

Some people are dead, but they are actually still alive!

Some people are alive, but they have already died!

The more you savor these words, the more you feel they hold great meaning.

Why didn’t the demon master tell me that Wong Tai Sin is a talented man with great knowledge? I must follow his instructions well in the future.

Look at those monks from the Taiyin Holy Land, they are obviously very emotional.

Huang Daxian and Heifeng showed extreme grief and reluctance in the face of Yin Jiuyou's tough attitude.

Their crying became even more sad, with tears welling up in their eyes, as if they really could not accept the fact that the memorial service was cancelled.

"Elder Yin, you want us to be unfilial!" Huang Daxian burst into tears, his voice trembling and full of despair, "The Saint Lady has been so kind to us. Now that she is gone, we can't even hold a decent memorial service for her. How can we face our ancestors who shed blood and sacrificed their lives for the Holy Land, and our fellow Taoists who shed blood and sacrificed their lives for the Holy Land?"

Hei Feng also had a look of grief on his face. He knelt on the ground, grabbed Yin Jiuyou's clothes with both hands, and begged, "Elder Yin, please, let us do one last thing for the Saint Lady.

We will never forget your great kindness. "

Yin Jiuyou looked at them coldly, without a trace of wavering in his eyes.

He, Yin Jiuyou, has never been a person who is easily swayed by emotions.

"Are you challenging my bottom line?" Yin Jiuyou's voice revealed a hint of murderous intent, "I'll say it again, cancel the memorial service immediately, otherwise don't blame me for being rude!"

Huang Daxian and Heifeng looked at each other, and a hint of determination flashed in their eyes.

They knew that if they persisted, this wave of rhythm would directly make the disciples who were fighting hard outside for the Taiyin Holy Land dissatisfied with Yin Jiuyou.

Because if they don't fight for it angrily now, the fate of the Holy Lady Taiyin after her death in the future may be their fate.

They have no background to work for the sect outside, and after their death, there can't even be a memorial service. They can only turn into floating duckweed without a trace, or even be left exposed in the wilderness to be eaten by ferocious beasts and birds.

Huang Daxian glanced at the crowd at the scene. Many monks from the Taiyin Holy Land had red eyes and were shaking uncontrollably. It was obvious that they were very dissatisfied with what Elder Yin had done.

Huang Daxian showed a sneer on his face and immediately knew how to face Elder Yin next.

"Elder Yin, are you going to threaten us with our lives?" Huang Daxian slowly stood up, with a hint of helplessness in his tone, "In that case, we can only obey your command."

Heifeng also stood up, a trace of unwillingness flashed in his eyes, but he finally lowered his head: "We will not cancel the memorial service, but please remember, Elder Yin, for today's matter, even if we die for the heroic spirit of the Saint, we will never regret sacrificing our own lives."

"Humph, arrogant!" Yin Jiuyou snorted coldly, "Are you guys going to cause trouble?"

However, as the two sides were arguing, some monks from the Taiyin Holy Land finally could not bear the anger in their hearts anymore.

"The Saint's contribution to the Taiyin Holy Land is unmatched. Her sacrifice is a loss for all of us." A middle-aged monk stood up, his eyes flashing with anger. "Holding a memorial service is the minimum respect for her. It's only natural."

"That's right, the saint always protected us when she was alive. Now that she is gone, can't we even hold a memorial service for her?" Another young monk also joined in the support, with a hint of madness in his voice.

The memorial service was a commemoration of the fallen monks such as the Holy Lady of Taiyin and Xi Daozi, and an affirmation of their heroic sacrifice in fighting against foreign enemies.

After hearing this, Yin Jiuyou's face became even gloomier. He didn't expect that so many people would oppose him.

That cold gaze swept through the crowd, trying to find the leader, but every monk who stood up seemed indignant and did not seem to be being ordered around by anyone.

"Elder Yin, are you going too far?" An elderly monk said slowly, with a hint of reproach in his voice, "The Saint and Elder Xi Daozi sacrificed themselves to protect the holy land.

Now you want to deprive fellow disciples of the right to commemorate them, is this the way we at the Taiyin Holy Land do things?"

A flash of anger appeared in Yin Jiuyou's eyes. He didn't expect that he would be forced to this point.

If he persists, it might cause public outrage, which would be extremely detrimental to his position in the Taiyin Holy Land.

"Hmph, since everyone thinks so, then I have nothing to say." Yin Jiuyou snorted coldly. He had already secretly taken note of these monks who dared to oppose him, and planned to settle the score with them later.

As a prominent elder in the Taiyin Holy Land, he always gave orders and no one dared to disobey.

However, today, those monks who spoke for the Holy Lady Taiyin made him lose face in public, and he could not swallow this humiliation no matter what.

Yin Jiuyou's face was so gloomy that it seemed as if water could drip from it.

The thick hands in the embroidered robe were clenched with a "thump thump" sound, and each sound was like a heavy hammer hitting his heart, making his chest rise and fall violently.

"Elder, what should we do?"

A trusted disciple beside Elder Yin asked cautiously.

Yin Jiuyou snorted coldly, with a fierce look in his eyes: "What should I do?

Those ignorant fellows dared to challenge my authority. They are courting their own death."

“Go and find out the details of those monks for me.

I must let them know that I am the only one who has the right to enforce the rules of the Taiyin Holy Land."

The trusted disciple took the order and left.

Then, Yin Jiuyou summoned several capable disciples.

"Elder, should we take direct action against them?" asked a disciple.

Yin Jiuyou shook his head. "No, we can't do it so obviously, otherwise it will attract the attention of the elders from other holy places. We have to do it covertly."

“You can tamper with their cultivation resources, causing them to suffer losses without knowing it, and then see if they dare to offend you again in the future.” Another disciple of Elder Yin suggested.

“That’s a great idea.

In addition, I heard that some of them are looking for some rare spiritual herbs recently. We can set a trap for them and let them suffer the consequences. "Yin Jiuyou thought about it and nodded.

"Haha, Elder Yin is wise." A disciple next to him praised him again in a whisper.

A satisfied smile finally appeared on Yin Jiuyou's face.

"Boom..."

However, at this moment, a clear phoenix cry was suddenly heard in the sky, and brilliant rays of light streaked across the sky, as if a miracle had descended.

When everyone looked up, they saw a group of monks dressed in the costumes of the Taiyin Holy Land, riding on a cloud chariot pulled by cranes, slowly landing at the memorial service.

Leading the group was a female cultivator with an unrivaled appearance and extraordinary temperament. Her eyes revealed determination and majesty. She was the leader of the lineage of the Holy Lady of Taiyin, named Fairy Yuehua.

Her appearance immediately made all the cultivators present feel a powerful aura, and even Yin Jiuyou couldn't help but frown.

"Yin Jiuyou, what are you going to do?" Fairy Yuehua's voice was cold and powerful. Her eyes looked directly at Yin Jiuyou, making the latter feel a little chilly.

"Yuehua, you came at the right time.

The grand memorial service they held here has damaged the dignity of the Taiyin Holy Land.

For the dignity of the Holy Land, let them leave. "Yin Jiuyou thought of the people behind him, snorted coldly, and retorted without anyone noticing.

Fairy Yuehua smiled faintly.

Her eyes swept across the room, finally landing on Wong Tai Sin and Hei Feng, “The memorial service is to commemorate our heroes, they gave their lives for the holy land, this is the respect they deserve.

Yin Jiuyou, your actions are truly damaging the dignity of the Holy Land."

After hearing this, Yin Jiuyou's face turned extremely ugly. He didn't expect that Fairy Yuehua would refute him so directly.

The cultivators in his lineage also began to feel uneasy. Fairy Yuehua's strength and influence were among the best in the Taiyin Holy Land, and they did not want to be her enemy.

Upon hearing this, the monks from the surrounding Taiyin Holy Land felt a little hot on their faces.

Fairy Yuehua represents respect for heroes and the maintenance of tradition, while Yin Jiuyou is more utilitarian and scheming. After all, Elder Yin will be afraid of Fairy Yuehua's actions.

"Yin Jiuyou, you have always used the rules and majesty of the Holy Land as an excuse, but you are actually acting on your own will. Aren't you afraid of getting burned?" Fairy Yuehua's voice echoed in the venue. Her eyes were like torches, as if they could see through people's hearts. "If today's events were to be spread, how would the world view our Taiyin Holy Land?

The monks from outside would certainly think that the higher-ups in the holy land do not know how to respect and be grateful.

Where is the dignity of such a holy place? Wouldn't it become a laughing stock among the world's forces?"

Yin Jiuyou's face was gloomy.

He didn't expect that Fairy Yuehua would refute him so directly, especially in front of so many cultivators, which directly humiliated him.

"Yuehua, are you going to be my enemy?" Yin Jiuyou's voice was low and threatening.

Fairy Yuehua smiled faintly, her temperament was extraordinary, as if she was not stained by dust, "Yin Jiuyou, I am not your enemy, I am just protecting the true dignity of the Holy Land.

The dignity of the Holy Land is based on the unity and mutual respect of the monks, not your personal will. "

A sinister look flashed across Yin Jiuyou's eyes, and the resentment in his heart deepened.

"boom……"

There was a flash of ruthlessness in Yin Jiuyou's eyes, and suddenly he swung his hand violently. A black light flew out from his sleeve and went straight to Heifeng and Huang Daxian who were beside him.

"You bastard, how dare you!"

Fairy Yuehua's face darkened instantly. She didn't expect that Yin Jiuyou would actually dare to take action in public.

Her figure was like a wisp of smoke, and with a slight flicker, she helped Huang Daxian and Heifeng avoid Yin Jiuyou's fatal move.

At the same time, a long sword formed by moonlight appeared in Fairy Yuehua's hand, the tip of the sword pointed at Yin Jiuyou, and she said coldly: "You are really ashamed to be an elder of the Holy Land, get out?"

Yin Jiuyou sneered, and his figure suddenly became blurred. Black shadows separated from his body and rushed towards Fairy Yuehua like a ghost. "Yuehua, I am the man of Hanguang Patriarch. If you dare to touch me, there will be disaster."

"Hmph, don't use Han Guang Patriarch to scare me!"

A hint of coldness flashed in Fairy Yuehua's eyes.

Today's matter can no longer be resolved peacefully, and there are so many disciples watching. If justice is not sought for Huang Daxian and Heifeng in front of them, then the Saint's lineage will surely become a laughing stock.