Opening confession to the beautiful master

"Brother Zhang Yi, there is nothing to talk about between me and him. Sometimes Xiaozhuang makes mistakes. When I asked him to follow me, he stayed with me when he left."

Obviously, Chen Haoran's attitude was extremely firm and he pretended to refuse to communicate.

"Supreme Marquis, there are some things that should not be taken care of, just leave them alone. You have disappointed me so much in this matter."

Gu Xinghe also had a gloomy face. This was the first time he faced Zhang Yi with this attitude.

Zhang Yi felt a headache when he was caught between the two people. He felt that it was more difficult to resolve the grudge between them than to resolve the grudge between Yueyao and Taoist Qinglian.

At least for now Taoist Priest Qinglian and Yueyao can stand together in peace, and the frequency of their bickering is also decreasing.

"Do you think I want to take care of the bad things between you? If the Holy Master hadn't spoken, I wouldn't have bothered to take care of you."

Zhang Yi also had a temper and said angrily.

"If the Holy Master knew that you were still like this, how would you let his soul rest in peace in heaven?" Zhang Yi asked in disappointment, and these questions directly hit their hearts.

Sure enough, this time the two of them did not continue talking, but bowed their heads in silence, both looking very worried.

"Now the Ancient Territory is facing a crisis of fairy spirits. If you two fight, the entire Ancient Territory will be in dire straits! Have you thought clearly about the consequences of some things?" M.

Seeing this, Zhang Yi continued to output violently, leaving the two of them speechless.

"Supreme Marquis, you have contributed to the ancient domain. I don't need to hold you accountable for this matter, but you also don't want to interfere with the affairs between me and him."

Gu Xinghe was silent for a moment, remembering that Zhang Yi had never done anything to hurt the royal family of the ancient domain during this period, and was not prepared to hold him accountable. After all, Zhang Yi's talent was here, and he did not want to antagonize Zhang Yi.

"Brother, please listen to my advice and leave this matter alone. I will put aside our grudges for the time being and it will not affect the ancient domain."

Chen Haoran also said seriously.

Seeing that the two people were still so stubborn, Zhang Yi snorted coldly and did not continue speaking. It was useless to say more when facing such an inexperienced person.

"Gu Xinghe, do you have any objections to us joining forces this time? It just so happens that after so many years, I have been allowed to see if you have made any progress."

Chen Haoran raised his head and glanced at Gu Xinghe and asked.

"Hmph, just don't ask me to retreat. For Zhang Yi's sake, I can promise not to kill you in the Holy Palace."

Gu Xinghe also snorted coldly and said with great disdain.

"Don't! After we deal with the fairy thing, you and I will fight to the death. The grievances we have had for so many years must be settled. I will not let your conspiracy succeed."

Chen Haoran immediately reached out to interrupt and said with disgust on his face.

"as you wish!"

Since the fight was in the Holy Palace, Gu Xinghe naturally had no reason to refuse.

Seeing this, Zhang Yi sighed and felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart. He shook his head secretly and said, "Holy Master, you really left me with a huge problem before you left."

"But they are focusing on the overall situation now. At least they have suppressed their outbreak for the time being. We will think of a solution after dealing with the fairies."

Zhang Yi naturally cannot give up on their affairs. This is his promise to Zhuang He and what he thinks in his heart.

He previously thought that Gu Xinghe was a heinous person, but after getting along with him for such a long time, he found that this was not the case. The monks from the ancient domain had misunderstood him too deeply.

Moreover, Gu Xinghe has helped Zhang Yi again and again, and he is also kind to Zhang Yi. As for Chen Haoran, needless to say, this is the eldest brother appointed by Tianmingtu himself. How can he just sit back and watch?

It's just that this feeling of being caught in the middle is really unbearable.

"Supreme Marquis, tell me what you think."

Gu Xinghe looked at Zhang Yi with cold eyes, as if he was a little alienated from Zhang Yi because of this incident.

"Next, find a way to attract the Seven Immortals to the Holy Palace. Their hatred for me is beyond your imagination. As long as I am around, you will not be afraid that they will not come."

"But if we want to cut this mess quickly, we have to force them to go down to the next level as soon as possible..."

Zhang Yi then told them all about their plan in Buzhou Mountain, and Gu Xinghe nodded in agreement.

At the same time, Gu Xinghe also sighed in his heart. Unknowingly, Zhang Yi's cohesion in the ancient domain had even surpassed his. He asked himself that he could not gather so many people together.

Not to mention Chen Haoran, he couldn't even invite the Sun Ancestor from the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, let alone those geniuses who had awakened from ancient times. They had no connection with Gu Xinghe at all.

"Can your fairy binding rope still be used?"

If there were immortal ropes, their pressure would be reduced a lot, Gu Xinghe couldn't help but ask.

"The incomplete Immortal Binding Rope can only be used once, but I also have other means to deal with them."

Zhang Yi didn't say what method he meant, but he said it just to reassure them.

"Okay, next the judge and I will set up the 'Spiritual Array of Life and Death' in the Holy Palace and wait for the Seven Immortals to descend to the lower realm."

"In addition...the spiritual formation you originally arranged in Buzhou Mountain has also been arranged in the Holy Palace to avoid affecting other people."

Gu Xinghe commanded in a deep voice.

"Hypocritical, hypocritical!"

Unexpectedly, Chen Haoran muttered with disgust, and Gu Xinghe just glared at him without saying anything.

"I will clear out the guards of the Holy Palace during this period, and let us face some things."

Gu Xinghe did not intend to let too many people participate in this matter. After all, this battle cannot be won simply by relying on the number of people.

"As for how to get them to the lower world as soon as possible, I'll leave it to you. I believe you have experience in this matter."

Gu Xinghe distributed all the tasks, and everyone performed their duties and began to get busy in the Holy Palace.

Zhang Yi went alone to find Master Huijue, and happened to ask about the situation of Wuxin Buddhist.

When Zhang Yi came to the Holy Capital Buddhist Temple, the temple was full of incense, which was comparable to the previous fairy temple. The power of incense poured into Wuxin's Buddha statue.

"The incense of the fairy temple should be ridiculously poor now. According to this level of incense power, if Wuxin could really return, he should have returned long ago..."

Zhang Yi shook his head with some disappointment. He had expected how strong Wuxin would be after his return. After all, he was cultivating the same path as that person.

At this time, an old monk with a kind face chanted profound scriptures, patted Zhang Yi on the shoulder and said, "Donor Zhang, long time no see! You are finally here."

"Master Huijue, are you waiting for me?"

Zhang Yi was a little happy to see Master Huijue, but from the meaning of his words, it seemed that he had been waiting for him here for a long time.

Master Huijue nodded, "I wonder if you are satisfied with this incense dispute. Now there is no one to worship in the fairy temple, and some fairy temples are even covered with cobwebs."

In terms of incense disputes, no one in the world is the opponent of Buddhism. Master Huijue is absolutely confident about this.

Zhang Yi nodded with satisfaction. It seems that the situation of the fairy temple is worse than he imagined. In this case, it seems that there is no need to do anything more. The seven immortals will descend to the world as soon as possible.

"Since Buddhism has so much incense power for Wuxin, why hasn't he returned yet?"

Zhang Yi's words imply that he believes Wuxin has died in the secret realm of the Great Dao, so these incense powers are completely meaningless, and naturally there is no return.

Master Huijue was not upset, but smiled meaningfully, "Please follow me!"

Zhang Yi followed Master Huijue curiously, he wanted to see what Master Huijue was up to.

Master Huijue took Zhang Yi on a flight and came to a dilapidated Buddhist temple, which was a world apart from the previous Eight Buddha Temple.

"Where is this?"

Zhang Yi frowned slightly, wondering what Master Huijue meant by bringing him here.