Monk Kuangyue, Taoist Rotten Wood, and the two masters of the Emei sect fought so hard that the rest of the Supreme Elders were alarmed, and they all ended their meditation and rushed over to mediate.
Even Daoist Haichan, the head of the Emei Sect, was also dispatched.
Real Haichan's common name is Liu Haichan, and he is less than sixty years old now. As a martial artist, this age is still considered the golden age, and it can be said that he is in the prime of life. However, some people from the rivers and lakes in Pingchuan Province also noticed that there is also a "Haichan Daoist" in the Qingcheng School. They don't know what the relationship between this person and Liu Haichan is, and they dare to use the same name as the head of the Emei School. .
When Liu Haichan appeared, the battle between Kuangyue Monk and the old man Kuanmu also ended, which ended only after the persuasion and joint suppression of many elders.
For a guy like Mad Moon Monk, reasoning with him is really a headache.
"Two Supreme Elders, are you trying to show others a joke about our Emei Sect?" Liu Haichan's tone was very flat, but there was a powerful majesty in the flatness, which is the majesty of the master of the sect.
Even these Supreme Elders couldn't help but look awe-inspiring.
Kuangyue Monk was still a little manic, and shouted: "Old man Kuanmu eats alone, it's really shameless!"
"It's all about pills?" Liu Haichan snorted softly, "It's just for a few pills, and it's a joke to make you mess up like this. Two Supreme Elders, since this matter is yours If you come up with it, go with me and explain to these fellow Jianghu."
"Confess? To whom?" Mad Moon Monk and the old man Kuchimu were in a daze at the same time.
"To the fellows who participated in the Fangshi transaction, now this group of people has united and sent important people to us in Emei. It is said that we want to talk to this guy and invite him to participate in the next Fangshi transaction. For this request, we do not agree. It's good to refuse." Liu Haichan explained the current problem.
"United wants people from us?" The old man Kuchimu sneered, "What kind of people are these people! How dare they act wildly in the territory of our Emei Sect!"
"This group of people is really nothing. However, their demands are not too much, so the two of you should go out with me to deal with it." Liu Haichan said.
"But this kid is already dead!" Mad Moon Monk said.
"The person is dead, but the body is still there." Liu Haichan said, and asked someone to take the pile of minced meat and Qin Lang's clothes together.
The group returned to Xianfeng Temple again.
Sure enough, a group of comrades from Pingchuan Province were still stranded in Xianfeng Temple, clamoring to see that slovenly boy who sold pills. Among these people, Taoist Haichan from the Qingcheng faction was among them.
It can be seen that the open and secret struggle between Qingcheng Fear and the Emei faction has become more and more intense.
"Everyone, I just got a piece of unfortunate news—the Mr. Zhao you care about has fallen off a cliff by himself."
Liu Haichan came to the crowd and announced the news that "Zhao Kan" was dead. Hearing this news, these people present were naturally very emotional, and these people did not believe that the scruffy boy would fall off the cliff by himself. There is no doubt that it must be the people of the Emei faction who forced him to death.
"Mr. Zhao fell off the cliff by himself? Did I hear correctly?"
Taoist Haichan of the Qingcheng faction sneered, "A master of Wuxuan, will he fall off a cliff or die by himself?"
Of course, no one would believe that a master of Wuxuan would stumble and fall off a cliff and die. In the eyes of everyone, this should be just an excuse of the Emei Sect. It is obvious that the Emei Sect forced him to death, but there is no evidence, and the Emei Sect is so strong , most of the rest of the people dare not speak out, only those from the Qingcheng faction dare to challenge them.
"Qin Haichan, do you have evidence for what you said?" Liu Haichan questioned his half-brother.
That's right, Taoist Haichan of the Qingcheng faction is Liu Haichan's "brother", but the two sides have such a deep grudge that one joined the Qingcheng faction and the other joined the Emei faction. Even though both of them have "became monks", the hatred in their hearts has not become indifferent, but has become more and more intense.
"What more evidence do you need? Don't you dare to admit it when you Emei faction forced someone to death? Forget it, it's fine if you don't admit it, but what about the elixir on that person? Don't you Emei faction have to swallow it all by yourself?" Qin Haichan is worthy of being the leader of the Qingcheng faction. He knows that these fellows in the rivers and lakes actually have no so-called justice at all. The reason why everyone gathers here to seek justice for "Zhao Kan" is nothing more than the treasure of this sloppy boy. As for the life and death of this sloppy boy, and how he died, almost no one cared.
"You want a panacea? It's a pity that this person died without leaving a single panacea." Liu Haichan said coldly.
"Is this your answer?" Qin Haichan also sneered, "Emei faction, you guys really know how to open your eyes and tell nonsense! First say that the boy fell off a cliff and died, and now he said that there was nothing left on him. Pill, do you think this is possible? Do you think it is possible!"
"impossible!"
"Hand over the pill!"
"We want pills!"
"Whoever sees it has a share!"
"..."
The crowd is excited, not for justice, but for sharing the spoils.
Just when these people made a mess around Xianfeng Temple, Qin Lang had already left Mount Emei and was now on his way back to Anrong.
For Qin Lang, making money is only second to this Fangshi transaction. The key is that through this Fangshi transaction, he has some intuitive understanding of the rivers and lakes in Pingchuan Province. Simply describe it in one word:
poverty!
That's right, the current Jianghu Road in Pingchuan Province is simply a "poor". No pills, no elixir, no spirit stones... Martial arts practice has basically fallen into an unprecedented downturn. Without resources, no matter how good the talent is, it is difficult to grow, just like a sapling cannot grow without fertile soil and sufficient sunlight.
Moreover, it is not only the scattered people who are poor, the Martial Dao family, even the Emei Sect and the Qingcheng Sect are very "poor". They are not short of money, but they lack all kinds of cultivation materials, and these cultivation materials are basically It cannot be bought with money. Otherwise, Qin Lang's behavior of auctioning the pill would not be regarded as a prodigal son.
In addition, Qin Lang saw that behind the Emei Sect and the Qingcheng Sect, there seemed to be greater forces supporting them, not just Buddhism and Taoism, Qin Lang could already see the emergence of cultivators. And in Qin Lang's view, it's probably not a good sign that practitioners are gradually intervening in the affairs of the Jianghu.
After settling his mind for a while, Qin Lang made a call: "Please speak to me, Master Shui Jing."
"I'm Shui Jing, who are you?" The voice of Shui Jing's real person rang out on the phone.
"I'm Qin Lang. I went to Fangshi in Xianfeng Temple today."
"What!—a place to talk?"