Ning Xiu clearly knew that since the news that he had obtained the relics had spread, there would definitely be more than this wave of assassinations.

And since the people behind the scenes know that the relics are in his hands, then they must also know his cultivation, and the people behind the scenes are obviously unwilling to expose themselves, so this news will be spread indiscriminately.

It's just that if the other party's target is really him, then Ning Xiu can be sure that there will definitely be a strong person at the Dao level in the future.

He didn't worry so much about himself, the sky and the earth were big, if he wanted to hide, who would be able to find a real person who had a thousand illusions and was good at covering up the illusion.

Now the only thing he was worried about was that he would implicate his family because of himself, so he thought about it and decided to take the initiative and force out the people behind the scenes.

......

In the past half a month, the entire cultivation world has been looking for Ning Xiu all over the world.

And at this moment, he swaggered into the Ten Thousand Treasure Pavilion, a place with the most monks.

Ning Xiu didn't buy anything, just walked around the public area of Wanbao Pavilion, and then shouted loudly: "The relics are not on me, if there are Taoist friends who don't believe, even if they come to Qingfeng Mountain Baiyun Temple to find me." ”

With that, he turned and walked out, walking slowly, as if he had deliberately waited for someone to follow.

Ning Xiu's words naturally won't be believed, in the eyes of everyone, this is undoubtedly three hundred taels of silver here, but this is exactly the effect he wants to achieve.

Qingfeng Mountain, Baiyun Temple.

Heavy snow stops and falls, and more than half a month passes.

Ning Xiu was sitting in the courtyard practicing as usual, when a strong wind suddenly hit him from behind him.

He couldn't head it and threw a punch back.

What seemed like an understatement of punch turned out to be a crackling sound out of thin air, as if it was about to smash everything to pieces.

Ning Xiu's punch was too fast.

The sneak attacker didn't even have a chance to react, when he felt a wave of energy attacking, slamming into his chest while slamming away from his attack.

His whole body suddenly flew out upside down like a cannonball, and smashed into the stone wall not far behind, and a mouthful of red blood spurted out, and he was actually beaten to death with a punch.

The thirteenth, since he went to the Ten Thousand Treasure Pavilion that day, this is already the thirteenth person who has come to attack him these days. His cultivation has been confirmed, but there are still many people who do not want to believe it.

At this time, there were still many people outside the Baiyun Temple, and although most of these people only came to watch, there were still a few people who wanted to try their luck.

Of course, these people are not very lucky, just like the unlucky ghost who died just now.

Feeling more than a dozen peeping eyes around him, Ning Xiu stood up and shouted coldly: "Get out of here!"

The sound shouted by using the Great Thunder Sound Breathing Method contained a strong spiritual power, which shook the tiles on the roof of Baiyunguan, and the snow rolled down one after another, and those who peeped were trembling in their hearts. Among them, those monks who were lower in cultivation or less in psychological quality only felt that their heads were suddenly smashed by a sledgehammer, and they still roared in their ears until now.

Thinking of the death of that person just now, where did these people dare to stay longer, and hurriedly disappeared.

Ning Xiu slowly walked in front of the corpse and threw it out of the Taoist temple casually.

"Isn't it too kind-hearted...... Ning Xiu muttered in a low voice, turned around and closed the door of the Taoist temple.

As Ning Xiu said, if it were other real people who had entered the Dao and were so unscrupulously peeped at, I am afraid that they would have been killed a long time ago. But he didn't do that, except for those who shot him directly, and he was generally not willing to kill the killer.

But the original purpose has been achieved.

Now that the entire cultivation world knows that there is one more true person who has entered the Dao in the Qingfeng Mountain Baiyun Temple, as for whether the relic is in him, or whether he has entered the Dao precisely because he has absorbed the energy in the relic, all of this is no longer important.

This is because the true person who has entered the Tao is still the highest level of monks in the present world.

Everyone in the cultivation world knew that the Traceless Sword Immortal was in Mount Emei, everyone knew that the Flying Rainbow Sword on his body was the number one sword in the world, and everyone knew that he had an ancient sword intent inheritance.

But will anyone trouble him because of this?

Ning Xiu is also the same reason now, and with his identity as a real person, his family will not have problems.

Moreover, in the eyes of the monks, the true people who have entered the Tao have long been beyond the world, so they will not be foolish enough to believe that the worldly family affection can really affect Ning Xiu. They won't do such stupid things, so they won't do anything for themselves except to anger the other party.

"Amitabha!"

Just as Ning Xiu was about to close the door, a Buddha horn suddenly sounded.

Ning Xiu raised his eyes and saw a great monk standing in front of Baiyun Temple, looking at him with kind eyebrows.

"The poor monk Mingkong has seen the donor. ”

He paused, reopened the door, and said with a smile: "The master came from afar, but he also came for the relics, but I am afraid that you will run in vain." ”

"The relics are a treasure of Buddhism, so the poor monk had to lick his face and come in person, just to ask the donor in person whether the relics are on the donor. ”

"No. Ning Xiu said with a smile.

"Amitabha. ”

The great monk pronounced a Buddha name, and then said: "In this case, disturb the donor, the poor monk takes his leave." ”

Looking at the figure of the great monk leaving, Ning Xiu closed the door and scolded in a low voice: "Thief monk." ”

At the moment when he answered, Ning Xiu could clearly feel a very hidden divine sense probing his body. It's just that the relic is hidden in the depths of his sea of consciousness, and even he himself didn't find it at the beginning, let alone anyone else.

On the other side, walking down the mountain, Mingkong's brows furrowed, he knew in his heart that Ning Xiu was lying, but at that moment, he didn't even find anything when he opened his eyes, which couldn't help but make him doubt his judgment.

If Ning Xiu's cultivation was lower than him, then he could directly use his heart and other means to directly probe what Ning Xiu was thinking, but now he obviously couldn't do it.

As for doing it directly, first, this is not in line with his style, and he has no reason for not determining that the relics are on Ning Xiu. The second is that he is not absolutely sure of this, it is not easy to cultivate, and when it comes to them, they naturally will not take risks at will.

......

After the great monk left, Baiyun Temple finally calmed down completely.

And the relics turmoil has finally come to an end, and the only thing that makes Ning Xiu feel a little regretful is that the person behind the scenes who spread the news has never stood on the stage.

This made him wonder what the real reason for the other party to do this was.