"It's clearly written on it, there is no relationship with death!" Daomen relied on his own strength, not vain wisdom, after seeing the words on the wall, an old Taoist with a long robe and white hair said a little arrogantly.

Hui Zhi narrowed his eyes, staring at the old Tao tightly, there was some politeness in his tone, and his voice was a little flater: "What does Yu Hengzi really understand?"

Yu Hengzi is really one hundred and thirty years old, which is not worse than Huizhi's age and qualifications, but Yu Hengzi does not often appear in the Daomen and does not manage daily affairs, so he has some lazy problems. Therefore, when he saw the words on the wall, he dared to be the first to say his doubts.

"The old man thinks that this is the method of the scattered demons!" Yu Hengzi stroked his long beard, which was quite a bit of a feeling that everyone was drunk and I was sober. Yu Zhenzi walked behind Yu Hengzi and coughed, and said in a low voice: "Uncle Ancestor, be cautious in your words and deeds, after all, Tantra is dead!"

was reminded by Yu Zhenzi, Yu Hengzi pretended to be suddenly enlightened: "Oh, oh, hehehe, the old man is out of shape!"

Hui Zhi narrowed his eyes even more thinly, and used his drooping eyelids to hide the anger in his heart: This old way, if you don't live for a long time, you want to show your face and let others know your seniority?

Wang Wang looked at the two old men fighting in the nest with a smile: These people from the Divine Sect are really enough, when is it, and they still have the heart to say this!

Hui Zhi walked to the wall while thinking, pointed to the words in front of him with his hand and said, "Do you know what these words represent? Look at the blood on these green bricks on the ground, they represent the lives of more than 20 disciples of my Tantric Sect! Everyone, that's more than 20 disciples!" Hui Zhi didn't finish speaking, but it had a very big effect. The purpose here is twofold: first, to use human pity to ignore one's true purpose. The second is to highlight the seriousness of the problem and let everyone know that this is the reason for the three-door convening order. After everyone accepts this reason, any proposal is negotiable, this is talking about reverse negotiation in psychology, I will first give you an irresistible reason, let you accept a condition that you can't resist.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I am not just gathering you for this matter, because from the moment my tantric sect was established, I was always ready to be a martyr, and it was not terrible to die, but it was terrible to die in vain!

Tantra has a punishment for traitors, that is, this bone piercing, as the name suggests, is to put two thigh bones of a person alive through a steel wire, hide them in a kennel and starve to death.

"With all due respect, Zen Master Huizhi," Yu Zhenzi said to Huizhi who was preparing to take justice: "I have also heard of your sect's punishment of poking bones, it is used for traitors, and if it is used on you, it will be a little too great!"

Huizhi had tears in his eyes, and there was a slight sadness in his voice: "Twenty-seven disciples, twenty-seven lives, my sin is great!"

Yu Zhenzi comforted him and said: "Zen Master Huizhi, we all know your guilt, you don't have to blame yourself too much, we will slowly settle the devil's account!"

"That's right," Hui Zhi grabbed Yu Zhenzi's arched hand, and said with a fierceness in his eyes: "Yu Zhenzi Zhenren, how to calculate the lives of these twenty-seven people!"

Yu Zhenzi lowered his head slightly and said, "It's all up to Zen Master Huizhi!"

Huizhi looked at Da Musi, who was looking left and right and was afraid, and Da Musi saw Huizhi seeing him, and quickly stood up straight and trembled and said, "It's all by..."

"Hui Hui Hui Zhi Zen Master, the people of Qingzhen Temple are few and low, and their mana is low, I am afraid that it will be difficult to take on a heavy responsibility!"

The mousses on the side covered their faces and couldn't bear to look at them directly, and the Daomen and Tantric Sects showed contempt.

"Don't worry, our rear is just as important, just send everyone to be in charge of the internal service!"

"Okay, good," Da Musi was overjoyed, and sure enough, this Huizhi was the same as Wang Wang said, and arranged for the chores. This is not to say that Wang Wang is so divine that he can interfere with Huizhi's thoughts, but because the foreshadowing of the little pig's mouth is well buried, and the front is to stimulate the tantra, and he is pretending to be injured, in order to be able to do an easier job when the task is assigned at the end!

After everyone discussed, it was agreed that after thirteen days, they would jointly select twenty disciples with high mana power to come to Tantra, led by each leader, to ask for death.

At this time, two people came to Huizhi's side, one was Ren Zhengfei and the other was Yuantong. Yuantong first whispered hello to Huizhi, Huizhi nodded, and then Ren Zheng flew to him: "Huizhi is too Zen Master!" Hands folded, and a series to the ground: "I am Ren Feifei's father, my name is Ren Zhengfei!"

A hint of weirdness appeared in Huizhi's eyes, "It's you?"

"Yes, it's me!" Ren replied respectfully.

"You're here for your daughter?" asked Huizhi.

"Yes and no!" Ren Zhengfei looked up at the dozen blood words written on the vertical wall: "And him, Wang Wang!"

Wang Wang saw Ren Zhengfei and Huizhi talking in the crowd, and his right eyelid jumped wildly: Why did this Ren bald appear here?

"Do you know Wang Wang?" asked Hui Zhi in surprise.

"It's not just acquaintance, my daughter was killed by him!" Ren Zhengfei said through gritted teeth.

Huizhi thought for a moment and asked very seriously, "What do you want me to do for you?"

"The juniors don't dare to ask the seniors to do anything," Ren Zhengfei said with some grovellines: "The juniors just want to beg the Zen master, if there is a way to save my daughter, please give me some advice." ”

"Your daughter's soul was taken away by death, right?"

"Yes!"

Zen Master Huizhi sighed and said, "I'm afraid I can't save it!"

"Ah, why?" Ren Zhengfei was shocked.

"After the god of death takes your daughter away, there is a chance that she will be turned into the soul qi in his own soul pool, and the soul that has become the soul is unconscious, and after a long time, it will be digested by the god of death, and then the soul will reunite and be reincarnated, unless..."

As soon as Ren Zhengfei heard that there was a turning point, he asked urgently: "Unless what?"

"Unless she has a magic weapon to protect herself!"

Ren Zhengfei was overjoyed, nodded again and again and said: "Yes, yes, she has, I invited a Buddhist treasure to her before she died, saying that it can protect the soul and body, if the master dies, the magic weapon will protect the master's soul from the demon!"

"Oh?" Huizhi's eyes lit up: "What Buddha treasure?"

Ren Zhengfei said four words, and Zen Master Huizhi's face suddenly flushed with excitement: "Really?"

"This is a gift from the Demon King himself, there is no falsehood!" Ren Zhengfei looked very calm.

"Good, good, good," Hui Zhi said five good words in a row, showing the master's ecstatic mentality, and he didn't know why he knew this thing and why it felt good.

Huizhi asked him again, "Do you have any other requirements?"

Ren Zhengfei thought for a moment and said, "Please allow Zen Master Huizhi to go with you to exterminate the god of death!"