The Big Devil vs. the Dark Villain

"We are not the kind of people who are afraid of death."

"Come on if you have the guts. You sound better talking than singing."

"Come on, I'm not afraid of you." The bearded man was also angry and rushed towards Nan Zhiyi waving a meteor hammer.

Nan Zhiyi curled up the corners of his mouth, took out the bone flute he carried with one hand and started playing it.

As the melodious flute sounded, the bearded man's limbs began to twist uncontrollably, his limbs flipped over with a crackling sound, and the weapon in his hand fell to the ground.

He lay on the ground in a strange and twisted posture.

The others looked at this strange scene, feeling a chill running down their spines, and breaking out in cold sweats.

At this time, the peacemaker hidden in the crowd began to appear, "Everyone, calm down, we must not let that monster block us. If we act impulsively, we will die in vain."

"Good and evil cannot coexist. One day we will be able to seek justice for Xiangzhuang and his people.

Now that all the heroes are gone, shall we leave first and make plans later?"

Knowing that they were no match for their opponent, the timid man began to waver after just a few words from him.

The hypocrites also planned to retreat righteously, "Yes, as long as the green mountains remain, there will be no shortage of firewood."

Unfortunately, the battle has already begun and others cannot easily decide whether to stay or leave.

"Did I say you can leave now?" Nan Zhiyi held the flute in his hand and the young man in his arms.

Red lotuses were fluttering around him, the sound of wind and cranes was accompanied by the sound of copper bells, and a large formation suddenly took shape, instantly trapping everyone inside.

“When Qianfeng Shangzhuang was massacred, you chose to keep silent and watch coldly.

Now you are pressing us hard about the Xiangzhuang case. Do you think we are easy targets?"

Nan Zhiyi settled the young man down and paced back and forth leisurely.

"Since you are all here today, there is no need for me to go out of my way to look for you. I want to hear what high-sounding excuses you have for shirking responsibility."

"Amitabha, good, good, the donor's past is like a passing cloud, let the past be the past. Why let hatred spread?"

Suddenly, a golden figure came rushing from a distance. It was Master Lekong, the abbot of Puro Temple, who was wearing a red cassock and holding a staff in one hand and Buddhist beads in the other.

Nan Zhiyi flashed and hovered in the air, blocking his gesture of forming seals to break the formation, and retorted back without any hesitation.

"Old bald donkey, you are talking without any pain in your waist.

If I massacre your Puluo Temple, and you can still choose to forgive and persuade me with a righteous spirit, I will promise to put down your butcher knife. How about that? Do you want to give it a try? "

Liaokong opened his eyes, a sharp look flashed across his face, and his fingers moved the Buddhist beads with a calmness that seemed to have seen through all the life and death.

"Donor, why do you want to involve the lives of innocent people?"

"It is a fact that we all witnessed that he killed Xiang Zhuang, not to mention the many doubts about Qianfeng Villa.

As for his behavior of wiping out entire families and not even sparing weak children, why can't we call him a demon?"

Nan Zhiyi was playing with the bone flute in her hand and laughed when she heard his words.

"Haha, what is right and what is wrong? If you say it is right, then it is right, and if you say it is wrong, then it is wrong. Then what if I still say I am right and you are wrong?"

“Good and evil are only written by the victors.

Do you believe that if I slaughter you, I will cover the eyes of the world, stop the mouths of the world, and let people praise my great achievements.

I am also a messenger of justice, and you have all become demons."

Nan Zhiyi's laughter stopped abruptly, and his cold eyes swept over the righteous people present who were indignant and wanted to skin him alive.

"Since you can't fairly administer justice to us, why can't we seek justice for ourselves?"

"Master Nan, I didn't expect that after so many years, you still haven't let it go."

Liaokong turned the Buddhist beads indifferently and sighed calmly.

Unexpectedly, just a name would cause such a huge uproar, and everyone below started talking about it.

"I thought it was a new demon, but it turns out to be the leader of the Hehuan Sect of the Demon Cult."

"Tsk tsk, the He Huan Sect's massacre back then is quite different from today's. No wonder he took action!"

"But today's tragedy is much milder than his revenge back then. Why don't we just forget it?" someone said timidly.

The hot-blooded young man looked at the elders around him in confusion and was extremely indignant.

"How can we let this go? As righteous men, we should just help those who are injustice.

For the evildoers who disturb the common people, I will not hesitate to risk my life... Ouch~"

Before the young man could finish his words, he was hit on the head, "Idiot, just listen to some of your words, but you really think you are an omnipotent hero who punishes evildoers and eliminates evil.

If you go up, you will just splatter blood five steps away and lose your life. Who will remember you?"

"So let's take it for granted?"

"How about letting it happen?

Nowadays, the underworld is in chaos, and massacres of families are common. Even a judge cannot tell who is right and who is wrong."

"That's right. I still remember that the people who participated in those events were bled little by little by him and hung in front of the mountain gate in the sun for seven days.

After death, the corpse was whipped and thrown into a filthy place like a toilet. Who has ever cared about it?"

"Tsk, he is a well-deserved demonic demon. Without gathering the five peak masters, we can't take him down. I shouldn't have come if I had known. What bad luck."

"I think we should just forget it this time."

……

“After all these years, nothing has changed!

Master Liaokong, you see, it's just a title, but it can scare them to death."

Nan Zhiyi looked at the people below who were talking and panicking with sarcasm. He felt that it was very boring and a waste of time.

Liaokong frowned and sighed, "Amitabha, good, good." Then he made way.

When other people passing by saw that the highly respected Master Liaokong had also expressed his stance, they all made way for him.

Pink mist floated in the air. Nan Zhiyi, holding someone in his arms, stepped on the Meteor Step and disappeared in front of everyone in an instant.

The melodious voice echoed over the ruins of Xiangzhuang. "Since you cannot distinguish between loyalty and treachery, good and evil, then I will punish you. You will not speak for ten days!"

Ten days is neither long nor short, but for a man in the martial arts world who has many enemies, it is fatal enough.

But what does this have to do with him?

His mind and eyes were now filled with the young man who had fought for three days, was covered in wounds, had been caught in the rain, and was delirious with fever.

He looked at the heavy rain and the towering mountains and sighed.

I don’t know what these people are thinking. Why do these wealthy and famous families like to build their houses in these deep mountains and forests?

"Girl, is your husband awake?" A white-haired old man came over slowly from the adobe house next door with a bowl of herbs and a kind face.