Inside the Fengluan Yi Palace.

The red carpet of flowers and birds that spread from the door of the temple to the depths of the hall was stained with a lot of mud, but no one cared about this issue at the moment.

In addition to Feng Mingshitai sitting in front of the Zimu desk in the hall, two sets of seats have been added today, which are placed on the left and right.

There are very few disciples of Feng Luanyi in the hall, except for Xianglan, the personal disciple of Master Feng Ming, there are only two female disciples who serve tea.

Sitting on the left hand side of Master Feng Ming was an old monk in brown and yellow cloth, with a white beard and stubble like a needle. His eyes were fixed, his lips moved slightly, and he recited the Heart Sutra lightly. Behind him stood two Buddhist disciples, one looking like a teenager and the other being quite strong.

Sitting on the right hand side of Master Feng Ming was Xu Qingyang, a disciple of Broken Cloud Pavilion. He didn't seem to be able to calm down like the old monk sitting in front of him, and he had already drunk the teacup in front of him several times. The two people standing behind him were disciples of the Changling Division. The tragic image of Elder Changling's death is vivid in their minds, and this time they came specifically for the murderer Ah Ying, and they were already indignant, and one of them was He Huairen, the most beloved disciple of Elder Changling.

Seeing Xu Qingyang take another sip of the teacup, Feng Ming Shitai made a voice and teased: "Master and nephew don't need to be anxious, I have already sent someone to the prison to take the demon girl, and it should be there in a moment." ”

Xu Qingyang smiled at each other, bowed slightly, and asked, "As far as I know, when this demon girl first worshiped under my Fifth Master's seat, she was already full of skills. With a ghostly skill that is incomprehensible to heaven and man, it is difficult for even the master to subdue him, I wonder what trick the master has used to subdue him?"

Master Feng Ming snorted lightly and said, "This demon girl is indeed different from ordinary people, and I have naturally heard of it for a long time. If it weren't for the Soul Scattering, I naturally wouldn't dare to guarantee that I would be able to defeat this woman!"

"What Mrs. Shi said, but it is a miracle medicine that can seal people's hearts and cut off their strength for five days, and forget their souls?"

"That's it!"

A moment later, under the leadership of the two female disciples of Fengluanyi, Ah Ying and Ah Man walked into the hall.

Even Master Feng Ming, who was on the seat, was obviously aware that as soon as the two sisters and brothers entered the hall, they were greeted by several vicious eyes. The atmosphere in the hall immediately fell into a deadlock.

Xu Qingyang noticed that He Huairen, a disciple of the Changling Department behind him, had been wrong since the beginning of this Ah Ying, and now he was even more moved. He immediately raised his hand, cut off He Huairen's thoughts, and only asked Mrs. Feng Ming: "Mrs. Shi, since this demon girl was captured by Mrs. Shi, whether she is alive or dead, going to Broken Cloud Pavilion or being convicted in the Temple of Death, it all depends on Mrs. Shi's choice." ”

Ah Ying, who was at the next station, was dressed in a long water-blue dress slightly stained with mud and dust, and her face was pale, although she was able to stand firm, she had not yet recovered from the medicinal power of forgetting her soul. At this moment, he looked at Master Feng Ming and was silent. Aman was not as calm as Ah Ying, and glanced at the crowd, all of whom were familiar faces. It's just that at this moment, he was named a demon, and he was afraid of himself.

Most of the people in the Temple of the Dead and the Broken Cloud Pavilion have already turned their eyes to Master Feng Ming and listened to her decision.

Master Feng Ming breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to say something but was preempted by a sharp voice: "Master, Senior Brother Qingyang, and Master Bitter Happiness of the Temple of Death, Master Changling was as kind to me as a mountain when he was alive, and I have not repaid Master for his years of nurturing and teaching......" He Huairen turned his head sharply, forced to look at Ah Ying, his eyes were extremely vicious, as if he wanted to tear it up, "but he was killed by this vicious and ruthless demon girl." Every time I close my eyes late at night, it is the soul of the Master, the image of a tragic death. Therefore, the disciple has the courage to beg the master and the master to let the disciple be in front of the master's grave, the murderer with a bloody blade, so as to accuse him of the dead in heaven!"

Master Feng Ming, Master Bitterness, Xu Qingyang, and even Ah Ying also set their eyes on He Huairen, seeing that his eyes were already red, and his vicious aura was not like a Xuanmen disciple!

Before He Huairen's voice fell, the sturdy Buddhist disciple who was originally standing behind Master Kule stepped forward half a step forward and said angrily: "How can I not! Master has treated my loved ones hard, he has not done evil things in his life, and he has saved countless people, but he has ended up like this when he is old, how can I be willing!"

This monk with a body like a mountain and extremely strong is a disciple taught by Master Du Nan, and his Dharma name is Qinglan. It is said that Buddhism should let go of grievances, but people's hearts are flesh after all, and decades of teaching teachers say that if they don't, they will be gone, how can he feel good. Qing Deng's eyes were full of tears, and he was a little more vicious when he looked at Ah Ying.

Master Feng Ming shook his head helplessly, and said worriedly: "The two teachers and nephews don't want to fight anymore, how can I not know the pain in your hearts." But there is only one murderer......" She was silent for a moment, and looked at the meditated bitter joy, "Master bitter happiness, you are the presiding officer of the Temple of the Dead, I don't know what your plans are?"

The bitter master sits like a clock, really like a Buddha statue. After about a breath, he slowly got up, and only called out in a gentle voice: "Shi Tai ......" The scene that appeared in the next moment made the audience secretly amazed and stunned.

The brown monk's robe was faster than lightning, leaving only an afterimage arc in mid-air.

When I saw him clearly, I was already in front of Ah Ying.

The slightly broad palm was still less than half an inch in front of Ah Ying. However, the fierce palm wind has not yet dissipated, and Ah Ying's long hair has not fallen. Compared with the back of the bitter and slightly hunched back, Ah Ying stood straight, and she did not flinch at all, and her eyes were still calm as water, only silently looking at the Buddha palm of bitterness.

The bitter palm was not withdrawn, and the voice of the vicissitudes of sorrow rose again: "Lao Gao wants to chop this female benefactor to death with one palm and then ...... But, the old man can't ......."

The bitter palm fell little by little, "The old man once swore in front of the deceased junior brother that he would find the blood-stained benefactor, let the junior brother hear the man's confession, and let the junior brother see that I will spend the ...... for him who he has not saved."

The muscles on the bitter pleasure master's face relaxed, and the sudden wrinkles were like knife carvings. In Ah Ying's eyes, the old man with white eyebrows and beards in front of him no longer had any hostility. That's why she had to look at him silently, and told him flatly: "I, I didn't kill Elder Changling, I didn't kill Master Duan. ”

She only thought that the old man in front of her would believe her words, and she would, but she didn't take into account the thoughts of others.

After a moment of silence, a piercing voice sounded, and it was indeed He Huairen, who was already irritable. "Demon girl, it is precisely because you always pretend to be innocent that many people will be deceived by you! But your ugly deeds have long been witnessed by me, and I believe that God will always open his eyes, and you must not die well!"

Unspeakable words reverberated in the temple. Xu Qingyang wanted to say something, but he didn't know how to speak, although Master Feng Ming was extremely dissatisfied with this Broken Cloud Pavilion disciple, she didn't speak.

A wry smile appeared on the corner of the bitter master's mouth, and then he turned around slowly, slowly walked to his seat, and sighed slowly and heavily.

There was silence in the Fengluan Yi Hall for a long time, and no one spoke again.

Master Feng Ming's eyes looked left and right very quickly, mostly staying in the bitter and happy place, she knew that everyone in the Temple of the Dead Life and the Broken Cloud Pavilion were summoned by a letter from herself, and now they are silent, and they do not give in to the demon girl at the next station and do not fight, they are mostly concerned about the relationship between the two factions, and they only wait for their own decision.

And now I'm afraid that only I can say two words.

Master Kule is the host of the Temple of the Dead, although he is a member of Buddhism, the prestige of the rivers and lakes is not worse than that of the Donglai elders of the Broken Cloud Pavilion. Even Mrs. Feng Ming didn't expect that one of her letters would cause Bitter Joy to come in person. Just now, his words have already made their meaning clear.

Master Feng Ming straightened his body slightly, and called out clearly: "Senior nephew Qingyang." ”

"The disciple is here. Xu Qingyang treated her carefully.

Master Feng Ming smiled: "Presumably, the nephew was ordered last night, and Xingchen rushed to the contempt faction." ”

And so it is. ”

"The teacher and nephew are tired, and the teacher is too inconsiderate!"

Xu Qingyang hugged his fists and smiled: "The teacher is too serious!"

"Today, Master Kule can go to my Fengluanyi in person, so I am also concerned about this matter. I'm afraid I'm going to have to let my nephew run empty!"

He Huairen's face was boiling with charcoal, and he only hurriedly shouted "Mrs. Shi", but was stopped by Xu Qingyang's cheers.

"Even if that's the case, it's all up to the master to cut it off!" Xu Qingyang said calmly.

Master Feng Ming got up and said, "Then my nephew and the others will temporarily leave me in this poor and cold valley to rest, and teach some cultivation experience to my disciples who are not successful." ”