Lu Xueqi [Zhu Xian]

Lu Xueqi took a step, but Shuiyue pulled her back from behind, shook her head slightly, and said softly to her: "No, if you go out again this time, it will only make the head master feel more dissatisfied with Zhang Xiaofan."

Lu Xueqi pursed her lips slightly, looking at Zhang Xiaofan silently.

Reverend Daoxuan sighed, and said slowly: "Zhang Xiaofan, after you entered my Qingyun sect, will our Qingyun sect treat you badly?"

Zhang Xiaofan immediately shook his head, said: "Sect Master, no, there is no such thing. Master and wife are very kind to me..." When he said this, Tian Buyi visibly trembled, his face was extremely complicated.

"But," Zhang Xiaofan had an extremely painful expression on his face, two thoughts kept fighting in his mind, and said, "But, this disciple really has 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 that person, suddenly startled.

It turned out to be Pukong, one of the four great monks of Tianyin Temple.Among the four great monks of Tianyin Temple, Pukong ranks the lowest, but has the most violent temper. When he was young, he subdued demons and killed countless evildoers with the Buddhist treasure "Golden Buddha Bowl".Later, as he got older and realized the meaning of Buddhism, he gradually lived in seclusion in Tianyin Temple.

Today's Qingyun bloody battle, the general public is killing people, fighting the devil with a Buddhist way that is unpredictable. Zhang Xiaofan and others were startled.

Zhang Xiaofan was stunned for a while by his thunderous voice, before he recovered, Second Uncle Wang, who was standing with Lin Jingyu at the back and looking at the water unicorn with a smirk, was startled, turned his head to look here.

A ferocious monk, covered in blood, staring at Zhang Xiaofan angrily, like a ghost who wants to eat people!

There was an instant silence in the Yuqing Palace.

"Ah—"

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..."

Second Uncle Wang seemed to be possessed by a demon. He was trembling desperately, apparently terrified, and he kept saying, "Ghost! Ghost! He killed someone—don't kill me, don't kill me, me, me, ah! Ahhhhh..."

Suddenly, a haze enveloped the place silently, Zhang Xiaofan and Lin Jingyu's bodies stiffened at the same time, especially Zhang Xiaofan, in the depths of his eyes, there seemed to be a faint red light.

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

"Then he, why, what, said, yes, 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's just a lunatic!"

Zhang Xiaofan and Lin Jingyu changed color at the same time, most people in Qingyun Sect also looked sideways and frowned.

But at this moment, the Buddha's name suddenly sounded, and Master Puhong, who was sitting behind Pukong, suddenly spoke in a painful tone, and said in a low voice: "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."

Faxiang's body shook, his face was ugly and pale, and he said: "The disciple is here."

Master Pu Hong said slowly: "There is no need to hide it, tell them about it! The younger brother did something wrong back then, and today, this donor Zhang must not be wronged again."

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

Fa Xiang slowly walked forward, saying, ""Back then, it was indeed our Tianyin Temple people who killed all the villagers in 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.

Only Zhang Xiaofan's heart suddenly sank so slowly, so deep, so deep, and then, the long-familiar cold feeling, deep bloody hostility, enveloped him!

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

Zhang Xiaofan's body swayed and swayed again, he couldn't feel anything, it was as if the whole sky had collapsed, and he was just a very ridiculous and pathetic 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. Never before has such a strong hostility, as if the bloody breath that has been concentrated in the blood-devouring beads and soul-destroyer for thousands of years, accompanied by the despair of the countless resentful souls roaring angrily, surged at the same time. into his chest!

"Master Uncle Puzhi came to Qingyun back then, met with the head of Daoxuan, and persuaded him to practice the two true methods of Buddhism and Taoism together, or possibly solve the mystery of longevity, but he was politely rejected by the real head."

Daoxuan was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said: "That's right, there is indeed such a thing."

"Uncle Puzhi went down the mountain disappointed that day, walked to Caomiao Village, and saw that it was getting late, so he stayed overnight in the ruined temple in the village. It was that night..."

Faxiang's voice suddenly stopped, the hall was silent, there was no sound, only Zhang Xiaofan's breathing became more and more heavy.