In the inner palace for thousands of years, the present world is but a moment.
On the high stage, Zheng Genran had a dignified look on his face and asked Huang Zelin for evidence; off the stage, it was difficult to tell the truth from the fake, and they chose to remain silent. control.
"Amitabha..." A Buddha's horn sounded, and the cheering crowd turned their heads in confusion. On the mountain road, a person dressed in a precious red cassock approached slowly. Master Huimo, holding a purple-gold bowl in one hand, and turning a Buddha bead in the other, came to the crowd.
For nearly a hundred years, the world of immortality has been jointly managed by several major families. Baotong Temple is detached from the world and has not interfered in its affairs.
But not intervening doesn't mean you can't intervene.
Baotong Temple has produced eminent monks in the past dynasties, and has a heart for the common people.
This Master Huimo is one of the representatives. He spends 12 months of the year walking in the world, seeing demons and accepting demons, seeing demons and slaying demons. Wherever he goes, evil and evil monsters are all terrified.
Zheng Heran smiled and said, "I didn't expect that there would be so many experts in the trial of a demon. Is Master Huimo here to help me get rid of demons?"
"Good job, good job!" Huimo stepped forward to give a salute and faced the crowd: "Old Na, a few months ago, received a resentful spirit in the female resentment mountain in Fenglin Town. It was transformed by a mother who lost her child for 50 years. Today Speaking of alchemy with child blood, it has a lot to do with this resentful spirit, everyone may wish to listen to what she has to say."
Huimo stretched out a finger and tapped the purple gold bowl lightly, the bowl made a melodious "dangdang" sound, and a wisp of gray mist slowly rose from the bowl and fell on the stage to transform into a woman.
The woman seemed to have just woken up, and she still hadn't figured out what happened. She opened her eyes and saw Zheng Genran standing in front of her.
Zheng Genran secretly complained, not knowing what the resentful spirit would say, but Huimo was standing beside him, and he couldn't help him deal with it, so he pretended to be surprised and said, "What's going on?"
"Engong, don't you remember? Back then you asked me to collect the souls of those children and put them in the mountain city. You also helped me build a barrier and hide the mountain city. You gave me a puppet charm and saved Xiaojie and Wen Niang. Unforgettable."
The women on the stage were grateful, but the major families off the stage felt a little stunned. They also learned about the news of the disappearance of the child. The easiest way to find out is to summon the soul. What happened to the souls of the murdered children, and who did it, just ask. However, in the past 50 years, they have received many cases of missing children, all of which are very strange, and very few children's souls can be found. But now hearing this resentful spirit, someone has actually imprisoned those spirits. Isn't this intentional to disturb people's investigation
Immediately, the people in the audience looked at Zheng Genran's eyes changed.
Zheng Yanran said coldly: "Master, won't he just listen to the words of this monster and decide that Zheng is involved in the matter of Yi Hun Dan?"
"Amitabha," Huimo said in a low voice to the Buddha, "This resentful spirit is very sensitive to the blood of children. The poor monk brought her here. If she can't find the Yihun Dan, the head of Zheng will naturally prove his innocence, and there is no need to worry."
Zheng Yan was speechless when he said this. He wanted to clear the relationship, how could he refuse at this time
Huimo tapped the purple gold bowl, and in the melodious knocking sound, the resentful spirit was shaken, and the demonic energy suddenly increased a lot.
As if unconscious, the resentful spirit began to float on the stage: "Engong, why do you... smell like a child?" Before she finished speaking, she turned into a gray fog, and circled the crowd on the stage. Come.
At this time, Huang Zelin had already handed the medicinal pill that he had held in his hand to Master Huimo. When the resentful spirit passed by him, he stopped for a while and shouted, "Tong Xue! You have Tong Xue in your hand!"
Everyone in the audience watched as the gray fog circled around Mu Xiyun and Gu Qingqiao, but didn't say anything, and went straight to Zheng Yude again.
Before reaching Zheng Yude's side, the resentful spirit suddenly whistled, and the souls of thousands of mothers screamed in anger: "Murderer! Your hands are covered with the blood of children!"
The gray fog rushed down and approached Zheng Yude's face. Thousands of injustices voiced out at the same time. He screamed in fright and ran towards Zheng Genran, "Uncle save me!"
Zheng Yanran waved his hand, and a strong spiritual force shot out, and the resentful spirit screamed, as if the whole body was on fire, it burned with a whimper, and it turned into ashes in a moment.
All of this happened between lightning and flint, no matter whether on stage or off stage, no rescue can be made.
Zheng Yu was drenched in cold sweat, holding Zheng Renran's boots, trembling with fear.
Zheng Yanran sighed inwardly, feeling quite reluctant to part with it, but then he shouted loudly, "You scoundrel, you actually did such a devious thing!" After speaking, he slapped Zheng Yude's Tianling Gai with a palm.
This palm didn't hold back, Zheng Yude had not yet reacted, and the top of his head had been hit hard. Master Huimo hurried forward, but was also slow.
Zheng Yanran turned to the audience with a cold face and said: "Today, Zheng learned that the villain had done such a cruel thing, and now he has to clear the door in public. In the future, a thorough investigation will be done at this time, compensation for the victim's family members, and for the people of the world. An explanation!"
"He is the first to strike first!" Fang Rui whispered to Deng Xian.
Wen Ziqi sighed aside, "Now that there is no witness, I'm afraid it won't be easy to investigate, but unfortunately..."
Huimo looked at Zheng Genran silently, with sullen eyes in his wise eyes, and after a while, he gave another salute: "Amitabha, the benefactor kills relatives righteously, and disposes of his beloved disciples with his own hands, which makes the poor monk feel distressed. Fortunately, when the poor monk just went up the mountain, I happened to encounter a few people fighting and saved someone, otherwise, I am afraid that the head of Zheng will be even more sad."
Zheng Yanran's eyes were murderous, and he stared at Huimo fiercely.
The crowd scattered under the stage, and a person walked up quickly.
The gentleman's sword Su Yanjun.
At this time, the gentleman's sword was a little embarrassed. The jade crown with his hair is tilted slightly, there are a few sword marks on his clothes, and there are faint bloodstains. The most striking thing is his now ashen face, dark eye sockets, sunken cheeks, and dehydrated and cracked eyes. lip.
The gentleman is like a jade, and the gentleman's sword always has a warm smile on his face. Has anyone seen him at this moment
"Master!" Su Yanjun stared deeply at Zheng Heran, without the usual reverence in his eyes, but with the pain of fear and despair.
After rushing to the northwest with Qin Le, Su Yanjun helped the Qin family to appease the epidemic. Because he was worried about the safety of the disciples of Moyun Mountain, after inspecting the last two arrays at the fastest speed, Su Yanjun returned to Moyun Mountain three days ago.
It was already midnight when Su Yanjun went up the mountain, Tiankui Peak was very quiet, and he hadn't even seen the sentry patrolling the mountain on weekdays. He thought that the plague had spread to the mountain, resulting in a shortage of manpower.
Just when he was about to arrive at Tiankui Hall, there was a sudden flash in front of him, Su Yanjun instinctively paused, hid his figure, and quietly sneaked to the window of Tiankui Hall.
In the hall, the huge magic circle was glowing slightly, Zheng Genran was sitting in the circle, and the black energy swept out of the circle, covering the candles in the hall.
Five red lights lit up around the formation, illuminating the people standing outside the formation. Su Yanjun was shocked when he saw it! Facing him, was the gray-robed man who had fought against him in the valley of Longclaw Mountain at that time!
The devil, what are you doing here
The red light flickered and flashed, slowly increasing, and the six people inside and outside the formation were all attentively staring at the movement of the red light.
After a stick of incense, the red light suddenly stopped, Zheng Geng stopped and asked, "Yude, what's going on?"
"Don't ask, there is no problem with the magic circle, it's just that the human soul was intercepted." A black figure came out of the hall, "If Jiahe is a talent, he can organize people to seal the magic circle so quickly."
"Finning the formation?" Zheng Heran sneered, "How can it be so easy? But... it's just right." He raised his head and asked the shadow, "Did you bring it?"
"Of course, it's just to find a scapegoat, to divert attention, it's worth your nervousness? Oh, yes, you are a decent and decent, you have to take into account your reputation, huh~"
"Stop for a while, all the major families should start paying attention to this matter, I will call them to Moyun Mountain and personally watch this devil commit crimes, hahahahahaha!"
Su Yanjun's eyes fell on the high platform, Gu Qingqiao was leaning against Mu Xiyuan's arms, still unconscious, the devil was referring to him.
The articulate young disciple had already told everyone what happened to Su Yanjun, and there was an uproar in the audience.
Is the magic circle that opened three days ago the method of capturing the soul of the five great circles
All the disciples of the Immortal Family had experienced the soul capture of the magic circle before they set off. In the city where they belonged, countless souls were captured, and now they are still sealed around the magic circle, and they don't know how to restore it.
Didn't it say that the method of capturing the soul was done by the devil and was captured by Zheng Heran? It's better now, but it's the thief who catches the thief. It's hard to tell who is right and who is wrong.
"Master, this disciple once fought against one of the men in gray in the Dragon Claw Valley. That man used evil methods. Why do you want to be with them?"
"Tongwu?" Zheng Heran sneered, "So in your heart, Master is so unbearable?"
Su Yanjun was stunned.
"My life, Zheng, has saved more than 10,000 lives. I have been injured and suffered from illness for a lifetime, but everyone takes it for granted. No one has ever thought about whose life is their shield for their happy days!"
"But Shizun didn't teach us that he was born to be a cultivator, and he wanted to protect the world as his responsibility?"
"My responsibility, haha, my responsibility, no matter how you talk about responsibility, you must be alive!"
Zheng Yanran's eyes widened, and his fingers were squeezing, "What's the point of talking nonsense now?"
Covered by the wide sleeves of his robe, his hand tightly grasped a hard object. It was the jade pendant that Wuying gave him the day before yesterday.
Gu Qingqiao, who had been in a coma, suddenly moved, and layers of black energy erupted from his body.
Zheng Genran gave a loud shout, pushed Su Yanjun away with a palm, rushed straight to Guqing Bridge, waved his hand to set up the barrier, and shouted, "The devil! What are you going to do?"
The earth began to tremble, and a black cloud slowly swirled in the air. Suddenly, in the sleeve pockets of the leaders of various sects under the stage, Yu Jian began to flash yellow light frantically.
I don't know who took out the jade slip, and an eager voice came: "Master! The magic circle's soul capture method has been activated again, and our enchantment can't hold it anymore!"
A loud noise came from the jade slip, followed by a wailing, and the wind howled.
Someone shouted: "Those souls, gathered into balls of light and flew away!"
As soon as the voice fell, the spiritual energy rolled in the air, and everyone looked up, only to see five huge light balls rushing from all directions, gathering above the Suo Xiantai.
"Is that... a ball of light formed by souls?"
"It's the devil who restarted the magic circle? Want to steal millions of souls?"
"Bah bah bah! Who said my brother Gu wants to steal people's souls? I didn't hear what Junzijian said just now, it was that old man Zheng's soul-snatching formation! He is the bad guy who wants to steal people's souls!" , The little finger pointed to the surrounding Xianjia disciples, and said it confidently.
For a while there were different opinions, and no one knew what happened.
In the enchantment, black energy was surging, Zheng Yanran grabbed the front of Gu Qingqiao's clothes with one hand, lifted his limp body to stand up, and sneered: "Demon seed, I didn't expect you to be reborn, but it's just right, you can do it. A scapegoat!"
In the sky, five groups of flashes gathered together to form a huge ball of light. The ball of light continued to rotate and compress, the spiritual energy tossed, and it gathered into a crystal clear soul bead.
The soul orb fell from mid-air and rushed towards the two people shrouded in the barrier.
Mu Xiyuan's soft sword stabbed straight into the barrier, but was bounced back by a huge force, and a trace of demonic energy penetrated into his body, imprisoning his spiritual power and unable to move for a while.
Master Huimo lowered his head and chanted the Buddha's name, took back the purple-gold bowl and the Buddha beads, took two steps back, and watched the changes.
When the soul orb hit the barrier, it went straight into it without any hindrance.
Zheng Genran raised his head and stared at the radiant soul bead, and said with a wicked smile: "For the past fifty years, I have exhausted all my efforts to build these five great circles. Reversing the formation method, now that I have gathered a million souls, it is enough for me to recover from my injuries, and my skills can go up to a higher level. As for you, Demon Seed, please help me take the blame again."
The Soul Orb fell slowly, and Zheng Gengran stretched out his hand to catch it.
Suddenly, a slender hand came over, the palm was slightly concave, and a suction force came spontaneously, and the falling of the soul orb immediately deviates in the direction and falls into the palm.
I don't know when, Gu Qingqiao has opened his eyes.