Everyone owes me a favor

Feng Ruyu didn't respond, he just looked at the bright moon in the sky.

The moonlight has always been fair, regardless of good and evil, it shines on people equally.

Wen Chen said to himself, obviously obsessed: "Over the years, I have become more and more confused about my father, about all the affairs of the Daoist sect, and why the glory of the Daoist sect is more important than self-cultivation... I The more you practice the Tao, the farther you are from the 'Tao'. Why is this?"

Feng Ruyuan suddenly said: "You go."

Wen Chen didn't seem to hear it, and raised his face, his face was full of blankness: "Ten years ago, should I die in the 'Old World'? It also saves me from facing the current situation, being in a dilemma, and being in a dilemma. Unfaithful, unfilial to my father, even more so for my brother..."

Feng Ruyuan burst out laughing, interrupting Wen Chen's self-pity.

"That's so funny." Feng Rugu stared at his face and said, "At the beginning you begged me to live, but now you say it's better to die?"

He bent down, pulled off the gemstone scabbard around Wenchen's waist, and picked up the sword on the ground with the scabbard.

The unfamiliar sword fell into his hand, as if commanded by his arm, the long sword circled around on the sheath, and the hilt was turning in front of Wen Chen, and stopped steadily.

Holding the scabbard, Feng Ruping said, "Now, return what you owe me with your own hands, and then die."

With Rui Feng present, Wen Chen's mind gradually cleared up.

He swallowed loudly, obviously still greedy for the world.

"Not dead?"

Feng Ruyuan observed him for a moment, showing a bored expression, and casually threw the good sword down. The sound of gold and iron made Wen Chen's hair stand on end.

"Then please go away, don't disturb my drink."

Wen Chen picked up the sword and walked out of the other building in despair.

Feng Rugu drank the wine in the wine glass, took the empty glass, got up and tiptoed back to the front of the main hall, and opened the door of the hall——

Luo Fuchun and Sang Luojiu both fell out of the door and lay on the threshold.

Luo Fuchun showed some embarrassment, while Sang Luojiu blushed and smiled embarrassedly at Feng Ruyu.

Feng Ruzhi squatted down grinning, facing the two eavesdropping apprentices, put the wine glass on Sang Luojiu's head, wiped his wine-stained hands on the back of Luo Fuchun's Taoist robe, and immediately put his hands behind his back, from The two stepped into the hall between them.

Ruyi was sitting at the table drinking tea, Haijing didn't dare to be distracted, and faced the corner of the room vigilantly, with his hands resting on the hilt of his waist, and his eyes were fixed on the front.

However, in fact, this is completely unnecessary.

Feng Ruyuan walked towards the corner of the room.

Four children, whose youngest was seven or eight years old and the oldest no more than eleven or twelve years old, stood in a row, shivering.

Feng Ruru counted the points.

"One, two, three, four." He asked the little demon who still had red marks on his face, "The four of you were the ones who were taken captive into the mountains, there is no one else."

Xiao Moxiu mustered up his courage and nodded.

He is a descendant of the Corpse Sect, and he was also responsible for cleaning the annex, and accidentally ran into Miss Wen San's beheading scene.

Wen Chen's mind was greatly affected at that time, and he had no time to care about that little aura hidden in the dark.

After Wen Chen left, he also ran away in a panic, found his companion, and after telling the story in detail, he returned secretly and buried the body of Miss Wen San.

Waking up the corpse was also practiced by him.

Although the technique was horribly crude, this little demon cultivator was already considered the highest among the four children.

Feng Rugu said "Yes", but he was thinking in his mind, Wen Chen was in a state of confusion, but the man with the Tang knife was extremely calm.

He didn't expose the little demon who was hiding in the dark, and even ordered Wen Chen to bury the body. His every move seemed to be disorganized, but in fact, every step of his was to bring this problem to himself.

...It seems that he has a lot of leisure time, and it depends on how he handles this Daoist scandal.

Luo Fuchun patted the dirt on his body, Baba came forward to meet him, his eyes were shining brightly: "Master!"

Just now, through a door, Feng Rugu actually had the appearance of the master in Luo Fuchun's fantasy.

Luo Fuchun enthusiastically said: "Master, Wen Shimen did such nasty things, how do we punish them?"

Feng Rugu seemed to have lost his memory: "Punishment? What punishment?"

Luo Fuchun pointed at the four children: "Abduction of the youngest son, collusion with the demon cultivator, these two are serious crimes,"

"Oh."

Feng Rugu's reaction was mediocre, he turned to Ruyi, and said hello: "The bad things in the Taoist school have made the Buddhists laugh."

Ruyi's expression was calm, as if he was used to seeing such things.

"...Master?" Luo Fuchun heard that the words were wrong, "Could it be that Master intends to let Wen Shimen go?"

"If you don't plan to let him go, how does Fuchun want to punish him?"

Luo Fuchun didn't hesitate to think: "I will take these four sons of the devil way as witnesses, reveal Wenshimen's deeds to the world, remove them from Daoist records, and never be hired!"

"Okay, hand over these four children with your own hands." Feng Rugu propped his cheeks, "They are descendants of the Demonic Dao, and their blood testifies with absolute certainty. According to the current Daoist rules, once the Demonic Dao is caught, the lightest is the head of an owl."

The four little radish heads all shivered, not knowing whether it was right or wrong for them to come to Feng Ruyuan.

Luo Fuchun choked hard: "But...they are children, they are innocent."

"Innocent or not, it's not up to them." Feng Rugu said, "Let me ask you, if Wen Runjin said that these four sons of the Demonic Dao were spies who had infiltrated Wenshimen, and he didn't know, what would you do? manage?"

"They have the seal of 'Forbidden to go out of the mountain' laid down by Wenshimen! How could the master of Wenmen not know? He can't shirk his responsibility!"

"Then if this Dharma seal, every disciple of Wenshimen has one on them."

This time, Luo Fuchun was surprised: "This..."

Feng Rugu: "Ah, this is my nonsense."

Luo Fuchun: "..."

"...However, if old man Wen really said that, how should you respond?" Feng Rugu said lazily, "In the end, this is still his Wenshi sect, and he can have as many disciples as he wants."

Feng Ruyuan always sat down instead of standing. After standing for a while, he sat down beside Ruyi again, took the teacup he had just put down in a natural motion, and took a sip.

His movements were too fluent, before Ruyi could react, the cup was already on his lips.

Ru Yi's body froze, seeing him put down the glass, the water on the edge of the glass was shining on the other side he had drunk, and his expression turned slightly better.

When Luo Fuchun was still racking his brains, Feng Ruyuan's words completely shattered his illusions.

"In the final analysis, this matter is just a trivial matter. If they really want to investigate it, they have a lot of reasons to exonerate themselves. In the end, at most, Wen Runjin can be punished for one crime of negligence."

"Wen Runjin can even beautify his behavior, saying that he made such a bad plan to recover the lost things of the Taoist sect, for the sake of Fengling, for the sake of the three sects, and for the sake of the Taoist sect. Moreover, the parents of these four little demon cultivators did all kinds of evil. It’s the real crooked ways, and they deserve what they deserve for kidnapping their children.”

"As long as he can put gold on his own face and pour dirty water on others, Sanmen might have to give him credit."

"But no matter what, once the matter is exposed, these four little demon cultivators will be dead."

Sang Luojiu on the side opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end he closed his mouth obediently, pretending nothing happened.

Luo Fuchun was unavoidably discouraged: "Is there really no way to teach Wen Shimen a lesson?"

Ruyi, who was silent at the side, opened his mouth and said, "Yes."

Feng Ruyi raised his hand: "Wan. Luojiu knows that this idea is inappropriate, so Master Ruyi doesn't need to say more."

Ruyi didn't speak anymore.

Luo Fuchun looked at Sang Luojiu in surprise.

Sang Luojiu lowered his eyes, his expression very gentle.

Luo Fuchun said dejectedly: "It's too cheap to just let them go."

Feng Rugu said: "Boy, governing the world is a hundred times more difficult than conquering the world. My master and your ancestors can't handle this kind of crap, let alone you. Take all these little brats with you. In the air Arrange a few beds in the side hall and tell them to sleep. I will make arrangements tomorrow morning."

Luo Fuchun was full of doubts, so he could only say yes, and led the trembling little Moxiu out.

After settling these little demon cultivators and locking them out of the palace, he couldn't wait to ask Sang Luojiu: "Junior brother, what did you want to say just now? What can I do?"

Sang Luojiu said softly: "Luojiu dare not lie to senior brother. Please listen to senior brother."

Luo Fuchun muttered "mysterious", but still moved his face closer.

Just as Sang Luojiu said a few words, Luo Fuchun's face changed: "...Luojiu, are you kidding me?"

"Luojiu dare not." Sang Luojiu said, "As long as you kill these four little demon cultivators, saying that they are resentful, come to the other hall late at night to assassinate, and kill them on the spot after they are discovered, the matter will completely become a big mess. It is no longer a trivial matter of private transactions that can be fooled by sloppy eyes. Master can immediately block Wenshi Mountain from the inside, take the master of Wenmen into custody, and not give them any chance to manipulate, and then test the four people. The relationship between this matter and Wenshimen. At that time, even if the master of Wenmen is full of mouths, he will not be able to tell clearly."

Luo Fuchun felt chills all over his body when he heard this: "What kind of idea is this... Isn't this a frame-up? These four children have never done anything, how wronged?!"

Sang Luojiu: "It's true that it's framed. But it's the best way to do it once and for all. It can completely instill Wen Shishan's charges of colluding with the devil's way, and it can also give these four little demon cultivators a good time. After all, even if they are released , and may not be able to live well in this world. Either become bad or die."

Luo Fuchun always felt that this was not quite right, but he couldn't find any words to refute it.

He scratched his head: "Moxiu, is there really no one good?"

"The wind of killing demons is endless, and they have no chance to become better." Sang Luojiu said, "Have you heard of the name Thirty-four?"

Of course Luo Fuchun had heard of it.

He was silent because he had nothing to say.

"The kindness of the Daoist sect is as deep as the sea, what can I do? I betrayed the Demonic Dao for a friend of the Daoist Sect, what can I do? With my own strength, during the 13 years when the Demonic Dao ruled the world, what can I do? What can I do? After Master Zu Xiaoyao ascended with his Taoist companion, wasn’t he still being tricked by those small Taoist sects and forced to have nowhere to go?”

Saying that, Sang Luojiu patted Luo Fuchun's shoulder, his expression still gentle and gentle, and said in a gentle manner: "Senior brother, don't be depressed, the status quo of the Taoist sect will always change, and sooner or later, the senior brother will return to his sect. You need to rely on your senior brother to clarify the wind of the Taoism."

Luo Fuchun couldn't help saying: "It depends on you..."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he remembered Sang Luojiu's life experience, and wished he could slap himself in the face.

"I am the illegitimate son of my father, and my status is humble. Of course, I am different from my senior brother."

Sang Luojiu held back his hands, not at all like he just came up with a ruthless solution, with a sincere and clean smile: "I just want to stay by Master's side and be his disciple for the rest of my life. I don't care about anything else."

Luo Fuchun patted Sang Luojiu's shoulder reassuringly, took two steps, and suddenly remembered something: "Didn't Layman Ruyi also think of this idea in the main hall just now?"

Sang Luojiu: "Since Master stopped him and didn't tell him to say it, then it should be."

Luo Fuchun showed an expression of disbelief, and hooked Sang Luojiu's shoulders: "You said, aren't monks compassionate? How could he come up with such a way?" But he didn't mind Sang Luojiu thinking at all. came up with such a method.

Sang Luojiu obediently said: "Who knows."

Sang Luojiu felt strange, not just this.

——Layman Ruyi didn't say anything, but the master seemed to know what he was going to say, and his tone was very firm, as if he knew Layman Ruyi very well.