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It was snowing heavily, but inside it was warm as spring.

It seems to be two worlds, one is cruel and the other is gentle.

This is the place known by shamans as the "miracle" barrier, the headquarters of shamanism, the supreme place where the countless people of the Murwe Plateau rule, and it is revered by all peoples.

The temple is the place where the shamans hold important meetings, and countless important events have been decided here, and it is the most important place in shamanism, and all the people who can stand in this palace are the high-ranking people in the shamanism.

At this time, on the top of the temple, the contemporary shaman leader, with a pale face, sat on the papal throne that belonged to him, the sunlight penetrated in, reflected on his golden robe, which looked sacrosanct, and the red golden scepter in his hand seemed to exude the smell of power, as long as he waved it, there would be countless followers to fight for it.

It was just a slight cough, which somewhat destroyed the sacredness of this thread, and if you looked closely, the sect leader's eyes were deep-set, and his eyes were a little listless, and he seemed to be a little weak.

In addition to him, there was another middle-aged man in the entire hall, dressed in a purple Confucian robe, holding a folding fan in his hand, as if he was a scribe with an elegant temperament.

At this moment, the scribe was looking at the shaman with a nervous expression, the slight cough was weak, but he seemed to smell the smell of decay, this old man standing at the pinnacle of power, it seemed that it was already the sunset, and it was no longer a mountain to look up to.

"Sect Master, are you okay?"

The scribe cared.

The old man waved his hand slightly and said, "It's okay, what happened to the matter I asked you to investigate, but there is a result?"

The scribe frowned slightly, and sighed: "No, the Golden Eagle Department has not yet found out the whereabouts of the murderer, this person is extremely cunning, he must have been plotting for a long time, the silver wolf organization under my teaching, the nest located in Xianxia Ridge has almost been wiped out, and the silver wolf is still in chaos, and the powerful intelligence organization is basically paralyzed, so it is impossible to know his whereabouts." ”

"So has the body of the Gesang Divine Envoy been found?"

The old man continued to ask, his face expressionless, as if he had already expected the result just now.

"I found it, located at the bottom of the cliff in Xianxialing, I was cut in two, extremely miserable, all the items on my body were stripped away, and the body was on the way back, and it must have arrived in a few days. ”

The scribe replied.

The old man nodded lightly and said, "Let's bury it well, according to the rituals in the sect, be sure to mourn and be extremely glorious, his two brothers dedicated themselves to the holy sect together, full of loyalty, and must not let others feel cold." ”

The purple-clothed scribe nodded, and said with some hesitation: "It's just that the body of the blue-clothed King Kong of the Geshe has never been found, and it must have been destroyed." ”

"Then let's build a mound of clothes. ”

The old man said with a deep gaze.

Then he said with some concern: "In this way, the colorful Yanluo can't be taken back for the time being, this Central Plains land is really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, there is such a person, his cultivation is really unfathomable, can you find out the origin of this person?"

The scribe shook his head and said, "Not yet, this person's whereabouts are strange, the clues are limited, and he has not yet been found." Listening to the tone of the sect leader, aren't you also an enemy?"

The old man shook his head lightly and said: "I'll tell you the truth, the colorful smoke contains my essence and blood, which has been refined by me for many years, and manipulated Ruyi, but this person can be easily erased, under the traction, I have already been injured, although I have taken the Nine Turns Snow Pill, but I have not recovered, I think I am inferior to such a method." ”

"Then how should I deal with this matter, the colorful smoke Luo is the treasure of my sect after all, and it must not be lost?"

The purple-clothed scribe asked.

"This is the biggest loss in the hundred years of my teaching, a divine envoy, a blue-clothed King Kong body falls, it can be said that the vitality is greatly damaged, this revenge is not shared, it must be revenged. It's just that the time has not come, that person's cultivation is high, and it is a meaningless loss to send someone forward, so it is better to wait for my injury to heal, go to retreat with all my strength, and after breaking through the foundation, I will go to take his life in person and recapture the colorful Yanluo, but there is no need to worry, anyway, this person can't get out of the Linhai Continent. ”

The old man said slowly.

The purple-clothed scribe was silent, he could understand the sect leader's thoughts, the enemy was too strong, and he could only endure it temporarily.

It's just that he said with some concern: "My subordinates are worried that the high priest will take the opportunity to make trouble, this matter is very big, I'm afraid it won't be able to hide it after all!"

Hearing this, the old man's face instantly turned unsightly.

The high priest is responsible for guarding the Sealed Demon Valley and the prison of the prison, has the right to supervise, has great authority in shamanism, is not under the jurisdiction of the leader, is another force independent of the shamanic system, and is also the only force that can compete with the shamanic leader.

In terms of origin, it can be traced back to the first shaman head hundreds of years ago, when the high priest line took the opportunity to become bigger for various reasons, and this high priest line has been coveting the position of shaman head for a long time, and the ambition to replace it is known to passers-by.

The loss of a divine envoy, a blue-clothed King Kong, and even the loss of the colorful smoke Luo, if you don't take the opportunity to make trouble, this is not in line with the character of the high priest, and it is not unreasonable to use the words of the purple-clothed scribe.

"Regardless of them, when it is their turn to dictate things in shamanism!"

The old man waved his hand fiercely, his eyes sharp.

The two talked about something again, and the purple-clothed scribe seemed to have something to say to the old man, but he stopped every time he wanted to speak, which made the old man notice it, and immediately asked, "Is there something wrong with you?"

Only then did the purple-clothed scribe say: "Miss Bai Qiong has been imprisoned in the Yin Feng Cave for some days, presumably she has suffered enough, these days the Holy Queen is very sad, according to her subordinates, since she has been punished, let her out, after all, it is the sect master's flesh and blood." ”

When the old man heard this, he was furious, and shouted: "This cheap maid is still alive, I only hate that I was soft-hearted and didn't kill her at that time, and it was not enough to succeed and more than to lose, just because of her selfish desires, the Holy Sect suffered heavy losses, it is simply a pity to die!"

The purple-clothed scribe smiled bitterly: "Why bother with the sect master, this matter has already happened and cannot be reversed. She didn't do it on purpose, after all, she was your flesh and blood, being imprisoned in the Yin Feng Cave is not a matter after all, and your face is not good-looking, you also have to understand the mood of the Holy Queen. ”

The old man snorted coldly and said: "If it weren't for the face of the Holy Queen, I wouldn't have let her go to the Yin Wind Cave to be punished, Ling Chi she is light!

Seeing that the old man looked so resolute, the purple-clothed scribe immediately stopped dissuading, he had already tried his best, presumably the Holy Queen would not blame him, but he had just bittered Bai Qiong's daughter.

At this time, there was a shout of shouting and curse from outside the temple.

"Presumptuous! I'm the high priest, and you dare to stop me even if you're a mere Dharma Protector Vajra, do you want to go into the Yin Wind Cave and be tortured by the cold current!"

An old man's voice was furious.

"High Priest, the sect leader and the left envoy are discussing important matters inside, and please allow me to report it. ”

"Get out of the way!"

The angry voice sounded, the thick aura loomed in the void, and a muffled sound came, and a young man was blasted into the main hall, struggling with a pale face.

"Master...."

The young man was about to explain to the old man in the temple, but a shadow flashed, and the old man came to his side in an instant, helped him up, and a stream of spiritual energy entered his body, regulating his disordered breath, and shook his head to signal that he didn't need to say more.

The purple-clothed scribe, that is, the left god envoy of the shamanic sect, shouted angrily: "What do you want! This is the important hall of the Holy Sect, and it is an act of rebellion to break into the temple without notification and injure the temple guard!"

A group of more than twenty white-robed men appeared at the entrance of the temple, led by an old man with a white beard, with a graceful and luxurious complexion, but his thin lips and eagle-hooked nose ruined his temperament, and he looked a little gloomy.

He was holding a black ring ruler in his hand, and he was looking at the shaman leader and the left oracle with contempt, and it was he who hurt people.

There was also a middle-aged man wearing a red moire robe and a jade crown beside the old man, who looked at the angry Zuo Divine Envoy with a flirtatious expression and seemed to be very disdainful.

This person did not wait for the old man to speak, but immediately said: "Zuo Shen has made this statement serious, the high priest and we are not outsiders, how can it be called trespassing on the temple?

"Oh, Dorjee Benma, as a blue-clothed Vajra, you don't deal with the affairs of the sect, you are with the high priest, you have not reported to me, do you still have me as a divine envoy in your eyes!"

The purple-clothed scribe's expression became gloomy, this person was his subordinate, the only two blue-clothed Vajra in the shamanism, who was actually with the high priest, and his own boss didn't hear about it, and he couldn't help but be furious.

"God, please calm your anger, please allow me to explain. ”

The middle-aged man, that is, Dorjee Benma, frowned, seemed to be unconcerned, and said lightly.

"The high priest is in charge of the criminal law of the church, and has always had the power to supervise it, down to the congregation, down to the ..... Sect Master, I just saw that the Holy Sect was in a great calamity, and I was anxious, so I reported the matter to the High Priest truthfully, and asked his old man to uphold justice!"

Dorjee Benma glanced at the sect leader and said with a firm expression.

"Oh, you don't report to me, the sect leader, but go to the high priest, you're very good!"

The shaman leader glanced at Duoji Benma deeply, and said lightly, as if he didn't care, but everyone could feel the anger in his heart.

"Baishan Lingfei, I won't go around in circles with you, your daughter Bai Qiong has caused this sect to provoke a great enemy for her own selfish desires, I heard that Geshe blue-clothed King Kong and his elder brother Gesang were killed for this. And the treasure of this sect, the Colorful Yanluo, was even taken away by the enemy, but is there such a thing?"

The white-haired high priest asked.

"Yes, it is true, the high priest is really well-informed, and it seems that there are many lackeys in this sect. ”

The shaman leader nodded, readily admitted, glanced at Duoji Benma with electric eyes, and said with a pun.

"The sect leader doesn't have to humiliate me, for the sake of the future of the Holy Church, his subordinates just tell the high priest the truth. All the children of the Sect have their responsibilities and obligations for the rise and fall of the Holy Religion!"

Dorjee Benma said with a sad face: "Since the establishment of the Sect Master of Dari Ningse, this sect has never suffered such a loss, and the Holy Sect will be in danger for a long time, and his subordinates are blue-clothed King Kongs, and they are really anxious to see this!"

"Huh!"

The Left Divine Envoy laughed disdainfully.

The high priest looked at the shaman sect leader with sharp eyes, and said loudly: "Since this is the case, I don't need to say more, as the sect leader, you connived at your relatives to trample on the canons, which led to heavy losses to the sect, and even lost the treasure of the town, you should abdicate and apologize for your crimes!"

"Is it up to you, the high priest?"

The shaman's face was full of murderous intent, he looked at Dorjee Benma next to him, and added, "And this blue-clothed King Kong?"

"Of course not, I am the high priest, even if I have the right to oversee, I have to go through the impeachment procedure according to the canon, I have asked all the elders of this sect to state the facts, here is their mark, do you want to take a look. ”

The high priest took out a scroll of animal skin from the storage bag, which contained the content of impeaching the shaman master, and there were many aura fluctuations in the blank space below, and it was actually different aura imprints converging here, densely packed.

"You ...... It's been a long time coming!"

The left divine envoy was suddenly extremely angry, pointed at the high priest, and was speechless.