The demon witch is her white moonlight

There was a plop, and a black shadow fell from between the golden Buddha's brows. The precept monk guarding behind the Sanskrit Hall was shocked by the change, and immediately stepped forward to capture the suspicious villain.

The location of the Golden Buddha is extremely conspicuous. The moment the black shadow fell, everyone in the Sanskrit Hall looked at it in unison. Master Fa Xun had just passed away, and a mysterious person of unknown origin appeared immediately. The people in the hall immediately thought of Fa Xun as just now The Bodhi Zen disaster mentioned by the master, are the two related?

But who discovered him and caused him to fall from the golden Buddha?

There was a lot of discussion in the Sanskrit Hall, and everyone's attention was on the man in black who had just been captured, but no one noticed Le Xiaoyi who had a strange expression on his face.

Le Xiaoyi's shoulders shook, he broke free from the illusion, and his empty eyes regained some of their spirit.

She looked towards the man in black just now, and the two discipline monks captured him and brought him to the Sanskrit Hall, where he was negotiating with the monks guarding outside the hall.

Le Xiaoyi sighed. The other party was a spy. He didn't react to the unexpected counterattack, so he said carelessly. As soon as he was exposed, he found that there was no hope of escape. He cut off his heart immediately. The only regret is that Failed to pass on the discovery just now.

The masters of Bodhi Zen Buddhism who rushed over only caught one corpse, and did not get any other information.

Two precept monks stood at His Highness Sanskrit and reported the matter to Yanzhu. After Fa Xun passed away, the masters of Bodhi Zen sect led by Yan Zhu. It can be seen that Fa Xun had anticipated this result before and made proper arrangements for his own affairs arrange.

Yanzhu, a disciple of Master Fa Xun, was mourning because of the death of his respected master. Looking at the body of the man in black, he had a complicated and sad expression on his face.

He thinks that he has not yet reached the level of Master Fa Xun's self-sacrifice, and it is rationality that supports him and calms the anger in his chest.

Yanzhu clasped his palms together and recited the Buddha's name, and told the precept monks outside the hall: "Investigate this matter thoroughly, today is the night of entering Zen Buddhism, there must be more than one person."

"Yes." All the precept monks agreed, and left the Sanskrit Hall to make arrangements.

After the monks dragged down the body of the man in black, some people from the Buddhist monastery came to pray for Master Fa Xun. Yanzhu took over the position of Master Fa Xun and continued to preside over the Dharma popularization ceremony.

After the Dharma-hearing ceremony, there was another round of chanting and praying, and in the middle, a monk hurriedly entered the hall from the side door, walked up to Yanzhu, and said something in the ear beside Yanzhu, and Yanzhu listened. , frowning.

Many people in the hall noticed this scene, and there were whispers in the audience.

The sound of chanting was still going on, Yanzhu frowned, looked outside the Sanskrit Hall, and said loudly: "The distinguished guest is coming, but the poor monk is far away to welcome you."

When everyone heard the sound, they turned their heads one after another, and their faces were suddenly horrified.

Except for a few masters in the traceability realm who felt it, the rest of the people in the hall did not notice when there were a few more figures outside the hall.

"Master Yanzhu, or in other words, should be called Abbot of Yanzhu now." The visitor was dressed in bronze-colored heavy armor, followed by a few soldiers, all of whom were masters of the Soul Origin Realm, and the speaker himself had the peak cultivation of the Tracing Origin Realm , is only one step away from the Unsullied Realm.

This person has a very heavy evil spirit, which was formed after countless killings on the battlefield.

As soon as he walked into the Sanskrit Hall, Yanzhu's brows were frowned. The heavy karma in his body broke into the solemn pure land like a cloud of dirt.

When he entered the hall, his eyes swept over the people of the major gods in the front row, and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, not even paying attention to Penglai Wonderland.

"General Xuanwei, Prince of War." Yanzhu put away his solemn face, and bowed to this person with palms together, "Amitabha."

The identity of the visitor is unusual, even if Yanzhu doesn't like it, he can't give people face.

Le Xiaoyi was startled, this person is from Longdu, hearing Yanzhu's tone, this person is still a Marquis?

"Chen Chou." Seeing Le Xiaoyi's confusion, Zuo Shixuan uttered two words in a low voice, which was the name of the War Prince.

What did he come to Bodhi Zen?

Le Xiaoyi was wondering, Chen Chou said, "I was ordered by the emperor to come to Bodhi Zen Sect to observe the ceremony, but when I came, I saw a murderer on the way, and I took some time to catch the murderer, so I came too late."

Yanzhu looked indifferent: "General Xuanwei is unparalleled in righteousness and bravery, he is the blessing of the people of Longdu."

Chen Chou smiled when he heard the words, with a slightly frivolous look on his face: "I never thought that the monks of the Bodhi Zen sect would also play tricks on occasions, talking about people when they see people, talking nonsense to the devil, abbot Yanzhu, did you really think so just now?" ?”

There was no joy or anger in Yanzhu's eyes, and he didn't speak.

Chen Qiu didn't care, he waved to the soldiers behind him, and the soldiers behind brought a man in black to the hall, and threw the man in black with his blood sealed and teeth removed on the ground.

"This man is in the village at the foot of the mountain. Ben will find his trace and intend to commit murder." Chen Chou reached into his cuff, took out a red spar that looked like gold but not gold, jade but not jade, and said to the inkstone, "Ben I will find this thing in the hands of this person, I don't know if the host of Yanzhu knows it?"

Yanzhu's pupils shrank, and he said in shock: "This is the Sumeru Jade that my sect lost a few days ago!"

After finishing speaking, his gaze fell on the man in black who was paralyzed on the ground, lingering on his last breath. He recognized that this man was the mysterious man he had fought with a few days ago, and his face immediately sank.

He turned his head to Chen Chou and said: "A few days ago, this person sneaked into the Zen sect and stole the Sumeru Jade, and now he is still hiding at the foot of the mountain. I don't know what conspiracy there is. I beg the general to hand this person over to the Zen sect. Yan Zhu hereby thanks the general."

Unexpectedly, Chen Chou waved his hand: "Master Yanzhu, why don't you listen to what Ben has to say?"

Yanzhu nodded: "General, please tell me."

Le Xiaoyi looked at the scene in front of him, feeling a little strange in his heart.

She glanced at the man in black who had lost the ability to move, and then looked at the Sumeru Jade in Chen Chou's hand. She vaguely guessed something, and her face was a little ugly.

"Chairman Yanzhu doesn't know the identity of this person, but this general knows it. I think many of you here know this face." Chen Chou said, and signaled his soldiers to tear off the mask on the man's face in black. I was stunned, and then the audience was in an uproar.

Le Xiaoyi was far away, but she had excellent eyesight, and she saw the man's appearance clearly at the first time.

An ordinary and unrecognizable face, but since this person has the cultivation of tracing the source, he has been walking the rivers and lakes for a long time, no matter how secretive he is, there will always be one or two people who know him, such as Jing Huazun from Penglai Fairyland Those are the two seniors of Ziyi Pavilion and the master of Shenbingmen.

"It's the protector of Xuantian Palace, Zhang Yu, son of the evil way." The master of the Shenbing sect revealed his identity, and the audience was in an uproar, but Le Xiaoyi's heart sank suddenly.

Is he really from Xuantian Palace?

Le Xiaoyi didn't know who Zhang Yu took orders from, but when people heard the word Xuantian Palace, they would definitely think of Ji Yuxuan.

In Dayu's territory, the people of Xuantian Palace all belong to Ji Yuxuan.

The bad premonition is getting stronger and stronger, this person is probably collaborating with the Yuchi family, and the person who came is not good.

Le Xiaoyi's face was sullen, his eyes were lowered, and the sharp cold light in his eyes was suppressed, fearing that the master at the peak of the traceability realm would notice.

"That's right." Chen Qiu nodded to the master of the Shenbing Sect, "This person is the evil son of Xuantian Palace. Xuantian Palace has become more and more rampant recently. We have no way of knowing what Xuantian Palace is plotting after entering the Bodhi Zen sect, but how can my Shenzong family of Dayu let it bully us?"

"Over the years, Xuantian Palace has infiltrated Dayu to every state and city. In the past two years, it has added many masters. Ji Yuxuan's ambition is clearly revealed. If no one stops it, it will not be long if this momentum continues. Tiangong will replace the four masters of the Three Divine Sects, and even surpass Longdu, and rule Dayu!"

"Regardless of the origin of Xuantian Palace, as long as its followers kill innocent people indiscriminately and practice evil skills, it is unacceptable by heaven. Over the past few years, there have been wars everywhere in Dayu territory, and [-]% of them were caused by Ji Yuxuan. All of you here are righteous people. I dare to ask you all, are you willing to let Xuantian Palace step on the blood of the same clan to rise to power?"

Chen Chou's words were resounding, as if he had witnessed Xuantian Palace slaughter all living beings with his own eyes.

"What the general said is right!" When the hall was silent, Luo Qinghe stood up suddenly and echoed Chen Qiu, "Master Fa Xun just predicted the changes in future generations, and when he talked about natural disasters and man-made disasters, what Xuantian Palace did was not a man-made disaster?"

Luo Qinghe's words were like pouring a ladle of water into an oil pan, with a bang, countless oil stars exploded, crackling and splashing non-stop.

Le Xiaoyi's forehead twitched and his mind was buzzing.

Just now the gold thread on the Buddha statue implicated Luo Qinghe, this matter was obvious to all present, and it gave more weight to Luo Qinghe's words.

Many people began to waver, and Le Xiaoyi heard several different voices whispering.

"Xuantian Palace is not the power of Dayu. It stretches its hands too far and lacks people's hearts. Now it has angered everyone."

"That Ji Yuxuan killed many people in Dayu by relying on the lawlessness behind him. If Xuantian Palace has no ambitions, I don't believe it."

"Is it true that no one is impossible for me, Dayu? As long as the three gods and the four great families join forces, plus the support of Longdu, and call on the righteous people from all over the world to unite, no matter how capable Xuantian Palace is, it is impossible to cause any disturbances. These demons and monsters drive Dayu out!"

"That's right! Let them go back and forth wherever they come from! Dayu has no place for the Demon Sect!"

"..."

The guests in the palace were filled with righteous indignation, and the discussion became louder and louder. Yanzhu said in a deep voice, "So, what does the general mean?"

The corner of Chen Qiu's mouth twitched, and he gave the answer that everyone guessed in their hearts: "The three gods gathered together, and the four great families united, and called people with lofty ideals from all corners of the world to crusade against Xuantian Palace!"

Le Xiaoyi's face was pale, and he almost jumped up, but before he got up, he was held down by the shoulder by the person beside him.

"Cousin..." Le Xiaoyi's lips trembled.

Zuo Shixuan lowered her eyes and said in a low voice, "Calm down."

The situation has gotten out of control, and no one can stop the angry "righteous men" here.

Even Le Xiaoyi, as the young lord of the Sword God Sect, should immediately set an example for the reputation of the Sword God Sect, set an example, and draw a clear line with Xuantian Palace.

Fingernails dug into palms, and Le Xiaoyi's clenched teeth tasted the taste of rust.

She knew that she should restrain herself, calm down, impulsiveness would not help, it would only make the situation worse.

But... How can this make her calm?