Shout!

Before he could think about it, the golden light he had turned into had risen from the valley to the top of the mountain.

On the top of the mountain, there was already a monk with his hands folded and waiting in meditation.

Without saying a word, he landed in front of this monk in an instant.

"Uncle-"

The monk bowed slightly, pursed his lips and smiled.

"Hmm!" Xingkong nodded and said, "Wuxin, your master asked you to kill Zhang Zichen." ”

"Why?" This monk was the Wuxin monk who had returned from the Tianshan Mountain Range, his face was full of surprise, and he explained, "Uncle Shi, although that Zhang Zichen did kill a lot of people, in my opinion, most of the people he killed were helpless. Over the years, we are no strangers to Zhang Zichen's rumors, everyone mentions Zhang Zichen, they all say that he has any treasures on him and what he is hunted down ......"

As soon as Wuxin said this, he was interrupted by Xingkong.

Xingkong waved his hand and said: "Unintentional, no matter what, anyway, Zhang Zichen has a lot of grievances, and he must get rid of them." ”

"Uncle Shi, why are we obsessed with getting rid of Zhang Zichen?" Wuxin didn't understand it even more, he had been in Xiaoleiyin Temple for so many years, but he had never heard that Master and Uncle Shi were going to kill someone so desperately, which couldn't help but make Wuxin suspicious.

What are the benefits of killing Zhang Zichen?

That's to get his treasures, of course!

Wuxin frowned and said, "Uncle Shi, you ...... You and Master must have started to kill people and seize treasures, right?"

Hearing this, his face changed suddenly, but he quickly adjusted his mood and said: "Wuxin, you think too much, how can we be this kind of person? We Buddhists, the most taboo thing is this greedy heart, once the vows are broken, it means that the body of the Dharma that has been cultivated for many years has been broken, do you think I look like that kind of person who has fallen into the Buddha?"

Wuxin looked at Xingkong carefully a few times, but did not find any other abnormalities from him: "But Uncle Shi, why do you want to chase and kill Zhang Zichen for thousands of miles?"

"I don't know much about this, but what your master said is right. Xingkong's face was full of self-blame, he was now aiding and abusing, although Xingkong's Dharma golden body was still there, but if he continued like this, he would sooner or later fall into the path of Buddha and become the target of the Buddha's disciples.

After more than 200,000 years of cultivation in the sky, he really didn't want his cultivation to be ruined.

"Wuxin......" Xingkong wanted to persuade Wuxin not to kill Zhang Zichen, but he muttered for a long time, but he couldn't say it.

Xingkong is a high-ranking monk, but at the same time, he also wants to die, he doesn't want to die in the hands of Zhang Zichen, and he doesn't want to die in the hands of his junior brother.

So in the end, he still didn't say these words.

"Uncle Shi, what do you want to say?" Wuxin asked when he saw the squeaky of Xingkong.

"Nothing. Xingkong took a deep breath and explained, "Wuxin, this Zhang Zichen is a traitorous and evil person, in short, your master has already spoken, if you kill Zhang Zichen, then come back and continue to serve as the prison of Xiaoleiyin Temple, and he will also pass on the position of abbot to you in the future." But if you don't want to kill Zhang Zichen, then your master will be expelled from Xiaoleiyin Temple and sever your master-apprentice relationship. ”

Forced by all kinds of helplessness, Xingkong had to say so.

Moreover, Xingkong is not a threat to Wuxin, because Xingkong knows that if Wuxin does not obey the order to kill Zhang Zichen, then maybe one day, his junior brother will kill Wuxin with his own hands.

Rather than let Wuxin die in the hands of his master, it is better to let him die in the hands of Zhang Zichen.

Xingkong took a deep breath and said sorry to Wuxin in his heart.

But in this case, how can Wuxin accept it?

Wuxin is an orphan, who has worshiped under the door of the monk of Changkong since he was a child, and has devoted himself to cultivating the Tao and finally achieving positive results.

But now, the master actually said that he would expel himself from the master's door, which made the unintentional world lose its color for a while.

Wuxin muttered: "Uncle Shi, it's impossible! My master won't want me! Uncle Shi, you won't want me either, will you?"

"This ...... Alas!" Xingkong sighed, not knowing how to answer.

"Uncle Master, I want to see Master!" Wuxin suddenly said, he had to see Master with his own eyes before he could believe that these words came from Master's mouth.

Ke Xingkong shook his head and said: "Wuxin, your master doesn't want to see anyone, even you, as for whether you want to kill Zhang Zichen, it depends on your own intentions." Your master has already sent seventy-two rooms to kill Zhang Zichen, if you don't rush over to help, then I won't be able to intercede for you. ”

At this point, Xingkong seemed reluctant to continue, his face was full of sadness, his body turned, turned into a golden light, and with a thud, he landed at the bottom of the valley.

On the top of the mountain, the wind whistled, blowing the robe on Wuxin's body.

No one could have imagined that it was such a highly respected master of the prison without heart, and two lines of tears fell from his eyes.

Zhang Zichen, should you kill or not?

Wuxin didn't answer, but turned around, took out a golden Zen staff, and flew straight towards the outside of Xiaoleiyin Temple.

I don't know what his idea was.

......

In the small world of the demons, the moon sets and the sun rises, and the morning has arrived.

On a mountain that rushes into the sky, there is a waterfall 10,000 feet high, and under the sunlight, the waterfall is colorful, as if gold is sprinkled from the sky, hitting the ground.

On the ground, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, and some clansmen get up early, control flying swords, and practice everywhere.

And the temple of the demon god embedded in the mountain was quiet.

When it was close to noon, five people walked out of the Demon God Temple, four men and one woman.

These four people are Zhang Zichen, Su Meier, Wu Luo, Mitian and Chi Leitian.

Zhang Zichen walked at the front, and when they came to the square, Zhang Zichen waved his hand and said with a smile: "Sister Mei, you don't have to send it, go back!"

Su Mei'er looked sad and asked, "Zhang Zichen, won't you wait a little longer with us?" Maybe Sister Yifei and Xiaolong can wake up at any time, and you can see them." ”

"No need, right?" Zhang Zichen smiled, "Although Sister Mo and Xiaolong can wake up at any time, they may not be able to wake up for the time being, after all, they can't tell the way of cultivation." Maybe they meditate with their eyes closed for decades and hundreds of years, so wouldn't it be a waste of time for me to wait here?"

Zhang Zichen's cultivation is now stuck, he doesn't want to waste any time in this useless place, besides, now Penglai Immortal Island and the Demon God Temple already have a teleportation formation.

If Mo Yifei and Zhang Xiaolong are successful in cultivation and especially want to see themselves, then they can come to see themselves through the teleportation formation at any time.

Therefore, Zhang Zichen felt that there was no need to stay here for a long time, he should find a way to cultivate and advance.