Zheng Zhongtian walked to his residence with a gloomy face, and after a long day of chasing through the thorny woods, he scratched his brand-new robe, and finally realized that he was only chasing a gray wild cat.

kicked open the door of the accommodation, I don't know if it was because he was a little dazzled by anger, Zheng Zhongtian seemed to see a very faint gray shadow floating out of the cracked window.

After hesitating for a moment, Zheng Zhongtian walked over slowly.

Hiding under the window, Junci only felt that his heart was about to jump out of his chest, and if Zheng Zhongtian found himself, everything he had done would not only be wasted, but also likely to set himself on fire.

Just when Zheng Zhongtian was about to face Jun Ci across the window, a familiar voice suddenly came from outside the door, "Master Zheng Shaomen, please come out and see you." ”

When Zheng Zhongtian heard Jueren's call, he was no longer interested in verifying whether he had hallucinations, so he hurriedly tidied up his messy bun and greeted him with hypocrisy, "I don't know if Master Jueren visited in the middle of the night, what advice do you have?"

"Has Master Zheng Shaomen ever been out tonight?" Jueren shouted a Buddha horn with a serious expression.

Zheng Zhongtian glanced at the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion in the distance, which was still ringing the alarm bell, and said with a smile: "No." ”

Jueren looked back at the dozens of junior disciples behind him, took a deep breath and said, "I wonder if Master Zheng Shaomen can let us enter the room to check?"

When Zheng Zhongtian heard that Jueren was going to make a ward round, his face changed and said, "It's okay to check my room, but is there a reason?"

"Today, the Pavilion of the Scriptures has been invaded... Jueren didn't finish his words, but the meaning of the words was self-evident.

"Is the master suspicious of me? Is there some misunderstanding?" Zheng Zhongtian's pupils contracted suddenly, and he smiled without a smile.

"You are disheveled and unkempt, but you say that you have never left the room, do you not suspect who you suspect?" said a junior disciple standing behind Jueren.

"Even if I leave the room, it doesn't prove that I invaded the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, you must know that the Heavenly Buddha Sect is not just an outsider. Zheng Zhongtian sneered, until now, only by muddying the water can there be room for maneuvering.

"Amitabha, do you know which one is the one that was stolen from the Sutra Pavilion tonight?" Seeing that his kind persuasion had no effect, Jueren's face became a little ugly.

"Which one?" Zheng Zhongtian was a little puzzled, but still asked casually.

"Heavenly Buddha Reincarnation**!"

Hearing these words, Zheng Zhongtian was like a thunderbolt. He felt like he was falling into a big trap.

Taking advantage of Zheng Zhongtian's stunned moment, Jueren waved his hand, and more than ten warrior monks couldn't wait to rush into the room.

"Senior brother, I found it!" a warrior monk who had retrieved the reincarnation of the Heavenly Buddha from the futon waved the scripture in his hand excitedly.

"Someone came, escorted Master Zheng into the cliff of Siguo, and waited for the abbot to fall. Jueren said sharply, the evidence is conclusive, and there is no need to talk nonsense with him again.

"Who dares to touch my young master?" The brown-clothed protector who came in time saw Zheng Zhongtian walking out in despair by several warrior monks with gilded sticks, and his eyes were torn and turned into a fierce tiger and rushed towards everyone.

"Presumptuous!" Jueren shouted, and he didn't see how he acted, and he actually knocked the tiger out with a single punch.

The two of them are both infancy monks, but under one move, they have already made a judgment.

"Take him down with you. Jueren glanced at the brown-clothed Dharma Protector who was lying on the ground spitting blood, and turned away without looking back.

"Master, the scripture has been recovered, and it was stolen by Master Zheng Shaomen of Chaoyangmen. Coming to the small cabin in the back mountain, Jueren glanced at Master Wuxiang who was sitting on a futon and chanting Buddha, and his heart was full of awe. Only the closest self to his side knew how terrifying the true realm of this master, who usually looked like an old farmer, was.

"Put the Dharma protector who was with Zheng Zhongtian back and send a message, telling Zheng Yuchun that his grandson stole the scriptures without authorization and would be detained on the cliff wall of Siguo. After a long silence, Wuxiang spoke.

Jueren was shocked when he heard this, and said, "Master, will this kind of punishment be too heavy? It is likely to cause a dispute between the two factions, so it is better to punish it a little... ”

"Go ahead. Wuxiang waved his hand, as if he didn't want to say more.

Jueren silently withdrew from the phaseless ashram, he didn't know what the master was in and out of to make such a puzzling move, but in any case, a big storm was coming.

Chaoyangmen is the premier gate sect in Stormwind City, occupying the most prosperous area. At its peak, Chaoyangmen covered nearly 80% of the city's industries.

With the gradual defeat of Chaoyangmen, this ancient city is no longer as brilliant as it used to be.

At this time, in the slums in the north of the city, a vicious scene of bullying men and women was being staged.

"Song Mian, when will your debt to Chaoyangmen be paid off?" a middle-aged man with a big mole on his face and looked like a housekeeper grabbed the purple vase on the cabinet and looked at it carefully.

"Steward Chen, the spirit stones owed by the villain have already been paid off. In the four-walled room, a white-haired old man looked at the middle-aged steward in front of him and the two thugs behind him, huddled in the corner and shivered.

"That's just interest, you still owe Chaoyangmen a full eight thousand spirit stones. Steward Chen, known as Chen, said coldly.

"Ah, you can't be so unreasonable!" The old man was a little desperate, he was forced to borrow 10,000 spirit stones from Chaoyangmen, saying that he would pay it off within three months, and no one told him that there was such a high interest.

"When has Chaoyangmen ever reasoned with someone?" Steward Chen threw the purple vase in his hand on the ground and sneered, "You should know the consequences of not paying back the money you owe, right?"

Seeing that the old man was so frightened that his face was pale, he lowered his head and was speechless, Steward Chen said in a relaxed tone: "Actually, it's not impossible, I heard that your eldest daughter is already an adult, why don't you go and be a personal maid for the young master for two months, and this account will be written off, how about it?"

When the young girl who had been snuggling next to the old man heard this, she was so frightened that her face turned pale, and tears burst out of her eyes: "Father!"

Who doesn't know in Stormwind City, Zheng Zhongtian, the young master of Chaoyangmen, is lustful as his life, and he is especially good at picking yin to supplement yang. I don't know how many women from good families have been pocketed by them in the name of personal maids, and they have abandoned them after taking Yuan Yin. These hard-working women were all withered afterwards, and generally did not live to be thirty years old.

"I won't promise you if I die!" The daughter's safety seemed to inspire the old man's courage, his eyes clenched into fists, and his eyes were about to burst.

"Don't say it so early, give you seven days to think about it. When the time comes, the young master will come back, but he is not as good at talking as I am. With a hint of sarcasm in Steward Chen's voice, he turned and walked out. He had seen too many weak people who resisted stubbornly, but as a result, they were all vulnerable in front of Zheng Zhongtian's will.

The fate of this father and daughter was predestined long before they entered the door, either to compromise or to be forced to compromise, unless the young master never came back...

Thinking of this, Steward Chen couldn't help but secretly blame himself for thinking wildly, the young master of the young sect went to the Heavenly Buddha Sect to learn scriptures with the Buddha treasure in hand, and there was also the family's Yuan Infant Monk by his side to protect the Dharma, how could there be a mistake?

Just as Steward Chen was walking back while laughing at himself, a crimson phantom suddenly appeared in the sky, flying across the night sky like a meteor, falling straight in the direction of Chaoyangmen.