Du Fang said nothing with a gloomy face, and Xue Huai knew that he had guessed correctly.

"What is Uncle Shi's role in this?" There was no trace of heat in Xue Huai's shallow smile, and he looked at Du Fang silently, "It's not monitoring me, isn't it monitoring Master?" ”

Du Fang: "No matter how much you know, it won't do you any good right now." I just ask you, do you want to be vulgar? ”

Xue Huai: "Yes and what. ”

Du Fang: "Sanjie Hall waits." ”

"Sanjie Hall." Xue Huai chuckled, "Good place." ”

The Sanjie Hall is a hall deep in the mountain behind the Jingkong Temple, and it is a place where all monks who plan to return to the laity must pass through. Only the monks who successfully walked through the three halls of "Martial Arts", "Martial Arts", "Martial Spirits", and finally walked down Qingmu Mountain by themselves, can be regarded as completely breaking off with the Pure Sky Temple, and since then they have stepped into the red dust and have nothing to do with the outside world.

But since the establishment of the Jingkong Temple, no monk has been able to retreat from the Sanjie Hall.

Precept - abolish all martial arts on this monk;

The source of the precept - cut off all the blood sources of the monk;

Ring Spirit - Destroy all the spiritual veins on this monk's body.

After walking in the Sanjie Hall, in addition to the possibility of practicing any martial arts, it is very likely that he will die of blood, and he is half stupid and half stupid when he comes out.

Xue Huai suddenly understood: "It turns out that the monk on duty in the Sanjie Hall is my uncle. Presumably, Uncle Shi still has at least five helpers waiting in the hall, and at least ten people are responding to prevent me from escaping, and then chase and kill. ”

Du Fang didn't answer, but his expression was acquiescing.

Xue Huai smiled wistfully: "Although I know that all the brothers in the temple are tired of me over the years, they only think that it is because of me that I have brought disaster, but I didn't expect that the people around me are all deceiving me, coaxing me and deceiving me, and each of them has their own tasks to complete." He looked at Du'e's tomb and said with a miserable smile, "Come to think of it, Master took me down the mountain to protect me, and wanted me to have a temporary peace, right?" And you must have been very worried that I would escape, because if I lost my trace, you would all be killed, right? ”

Du Fang looked at him ruthlessly: "Not bad." ”

Xue Huai walked towards Du Fang step by step, and his voice was colder than the snow around him: "Why don't you kill me?" Why? ”

Du Fang retreated slightly, still ruthless: "Don't be delusional about committing suicide, even if you die, I can keep you alive." ”

"Make it the living dead, right?" Xue Huai smiled coldly, "Such cruel secret methods spread in the rivers and lakes, I didn't expect Uncle Shi to know." ”

Du Fang sank his eyes: "If you don't force me, you can live." ”

"Survive." Xue Huai smiled coldly, "I don't." Before the words fell, he made his hand, and his two fingers were straight to the lifeline of his neck! Du Fang never expected him to make a move, and when he was startled, it was already half a moment late, and the power of the block was weakened by three points, and in an instant, he was hit by Xue Huai's neck acupoint, and after he couldn't move, he was sore, numb, and painful, and fell to the ground softly.

Du Fang stared at Xue Huai unwillingly, thinking of anything but not coming out. In an instant, five monks with sticks or rods in their hands sprang out of the surroundings, and slowly surrounded them.

Xue Huai stood in the midst of the encirclement, his face cold: "Can't help it?" ”

One of them said, "If you don't force us, you can survive." ”

Xue Huai's eyes froze, and he almost said angrily: "I'm it, I'm not biased!" He quickly bullied the front and put down a monk with his bare hands and snatched his long stick, and his whole body was full of murderous energy: "Let's go together." ”

A monk behind him suddenly exclaimed, "Immeasurable Buddha clothes! ”

Xue Huai's deep eyes shrank suddenly.

All the people around him were silent. They exchanged glances with each other, quickly lifted the immobile square on the ground, and hurried away.

Xue Huai closed his eyes in pain.

On the bare skin of his neck, a pale golden pattern loomed, like a rising mist, which was spreading.