The door of the government was open, and there was wind and drizzle outside.

It is always raining in this season in Guangyuan Mansion, endlessly, and the rain seems to be going to penetrate into people's pores, into the cracks of bones, gather in the heart, and finally turn into a surging stream, washing everything away.

Zhao Yingyun closed the lid of the box next to him again, then turned around and looked at everyone seated, from the prefect who didn't seem to know anything, like he hadn't woken up, to the chief officials of various ministries, their expressions were different.

Some are cold-eyed, some are silent, and some are with a bit of a fake smile.

"Senior Brother Zhou, who committed adultery with someone, was killed by Your Excellency in a fit of rage."

Zhao Yingyun looked at the person who had a dry face, and now he didn't seem to have lost his anger, the other party didn't speak, Zhao Yingyun's gaze just crossed his face, and said: "The life of a loose cultivation concubine is very cost-effective in exchange for the life of a Tiandu Mountain foundation building monk, but don't forget, you are buying and selling." ”

"Sometimes, a person's life is nothing, no different from a wild dog on the side of the road, but sometimes, this human life is a weight that you can't bear." Zhao Yingyun's voice was not heavy, but a killing force was like a drizzle outside, bringing a kind of dampness to the face.

At this time, he originally came from the hijacking of the magic talisman in his heart, and the moment he saw Zhou Chun's head, his eyes seemed to see a monstrous blood wave surging.

"Sect Zhao, don't talk nonsense about some things, you are the edict of Guangyuan Mansion, you are in Guangyuan Mansion, you should be committed to the peace between Guangyuan and Tiandu Mountain, can you say these words, and if something happens, I am afraid that Sect Zhao will not be able to bear this responsibility."

Zhao Yingyun looked at the document that spoke, smiled, and looked at the other people, and found that everyone's eyes flickered, some of them had even more cold light in their eyes, and some of them were frowning in thought.

However, Zhao Yingyun did not see these.

When he was in the mountains, he read a lot of books, and he also read books about Wangqi, and this kind of books belonged to the niche and remote sects in the mountains, because in the eyes of many people, they were insignificant, and they were not of much use for cultivation, and they were not of much use for fighting the Fa.

Because everyone believes in their own Dharma and Dao, they think that if everything is fate, there is no need to practice.

However, Zhao Yingyun has read a lot of books on this aspect because of the robbery talisman.

At this time, he couldn't help but use the content of the book "Life and Death Qi Machine" to imprint, he didn't know if it was his own illusion, or if he was affected by the robbery talisman, looking at the aura of the people present, it seemed to be flushing red.

That's the color of blood.

He picked up the box containing Zhou Chun's head, then went back to his residence, and then took the statue of the Red Monarch and came to the Daozi Courtyard together.

He asked people to inform the Taoist masters who were still teaching the Fa to everyone, telling them that after this class, he would tell those Taoists not to come again, and to tell these Taoists to leave Guangyuan Mansion.

If you can, leave with your family, if you really can't leave, it's best to stay at home in the near future and don't just come out.

Those juniors and disciples from the lower courtyard didn't know what the reason was, so they could only do what Zhao Yingyun said.

The Daozi didn't know why, but when they left, they saw the Sect sitting in a room on the Cinghuo, silent.

There was no light in the room, just sitting alone, which made them feel oppressed and killed.

When the last Daoist left, and all the Dao Masters gathered in the Binghuo Hall, they didn't dare to say anything when they saw Zhao Negative Yun's expression, they just found a place to sit down, ready to listen to Zhao Negative Yun's words.

"He Zhifang, you open that box." Zhao Yingyun suddenly spoke.

A young Taoist stepped forward, his heart full of doubts, and then opened the box, and a dead man looked up at the outside of the box.

He was slightly frightened in his heart, but he was not frightened, as an authentic monk of the Xuanmen, although he did not often look at the dead, he would not be frightened by the heads of the dead.

"This is ......" He Yifang didn't get an answer, but Zhao Yingyun said: "You go down first, and the rest of the people come up to take a look." ”

So, one by one, they lined up and looked at the heads in the wooden box.

Then they all sat back again, waiting for Zhao Yingyun to speak.

Some of them recognized the person in the box, but many more didn't.

"When I came to this Guangyuan Mansion to teach before, the master of the Fei Yuan of the Wuliang Academy said that there was another senior brother who came to Guangyuan with me, and that senior brother's name was Zhou Chun, and he was already in the upper courtyard before I entered the upper courtyard, and he received me."

There was a sadness in his voice, and although it was a narration of the matter, everyone had already guessed who that person was.

"After I came to this Guangyuan Mansion, they said that there was a disciple of Tiandu Mountain, who had been hired as a patrol inspector, although I hadn't met, but I knew it was him, and I was thinking that when he would come back from the inspection place, we could drink and talk here."

"Today, however, what I see is a human head." There was no anger in Zhao Yingyun's tone, and it could even be said that he was not even qualified to tell a story, because his tone was not up and down enough, but everyone could feel that there was an indescribable emotion suppressed in it.

It's like anger, and it's like something else mixed together.

"Head, can you still drink? Apparently not. ”

Everyone was there listening quietly, and no sound came out.

"They said that Senior Brother Zhou seduced the concubine of Mengyan Tiger of the Mengshi Fenhe Clan, was arrested, and then he was angry and cut off his head with a sword, along with the concubine."

"I haven't had a competition with Senior Brother Zhou, but I know that the foundation building monk of Tiandu Mountain cannot be easily cut off by another foundation building monk, and you can also see that the flying sword next to Senior Brother Zhou's head shows that Senior Brother Zhou is also practicing swordsmanship, and a person with a sword will not be so easy to be killed with a sword."

"But in the final analysis, no matter what Senior Brother Zhou does, his life and death should be handled by our mountain rules." Zhao Yingyun finished speaking: "Lu Yang, Qi Ruizhi, and the two of you will go back to the mountains and bring the murder of Senior Brother Zhou to the Wuliang Courtyard." ”

"What a prescription, Quanguang is thin, you two go to Fenyang, go and bring back Senior Brother Zhou's body, don't have disputes with others, go back quickly, don't answer what others ask you, bring back Senior Brother Zhou's body is a great achievement, if someone stops you and doesn't give it, you don't have to force it, just come back." Zhao Yingyun said.

"The rest of the people will stay with me in Daozi Courtyard." Zhao Yingyun paused when he said this, looked around at everyone and said: "Cultivators are calamities everywhere, we don't have to be afraid, the road is under your feet and you can't stop, but you still need to be cautious." ”

"Yes, I will obey my brother's decree."

More than ten people in the hall got up and agreed in an uproar.