Seeing him like this, Li Ying shook her head and said: "Kunshan Holy Cult actually not only assassinated me, but also assassinated my father and the elders of the Taoism, and even the other five Taoists."

Fakong said: "You started taking action so soon?"

Li Ying nodded.

"If it's so fast,...it might really be because of me." Fakong frowned and said, "I used my magical power to relieve you of your death, and it also changed the future."

Li Ying's face was heavy.

She believed in Fa Kong's magical powers, but deep down she still had a trace of resistance and a trace of luck, hoping that Fa Kong was wrong.

But as Master Qian called him over, saying that he had something to explain, he stepped step by step to the top of the bamboo forest that he had seen in his mind.

When she arrived here and saw the surrounding environment and the withered green bamboo under her feet, she had no doubt about Fakong's clairvoyance.

Her heart felt as if it had sunk into an icy fountain, and she watched Master Qian's performance coldly.

Uncle Qian didn't say much, he just looked guilty, and then suddenly exploded into a ball of blood mist.

Being prepared, she instantly moved away from the area covered by the blood mist and quietly watched the blood mist disperse.

As the blood mist dissipated, Master Qian also disappeared from the world.

She didn't try to stop it, and she didn't ask any questions.

I just feel that the emotions in this world are really fragile and illusory.

Fakong said: "What's the loss?"

"My father escaped the assassination, but one of the elders was seriously injured. Even if he saved his life, his martial arts skills would be useless."

"That's a pity."

"The other five paths suffered more serious losses. The young masters of the Diaoyue Path, the Snow Ping Path and the Chuiyun Path were all assassinated and died."

"Huh——?" Fa Kong was surprised, and then he suddenly realized: "Well, since I have assassinated you, it is natural to assassinate the other five young masters. To assassinate the Taoist master and the young master, the Kunshan Holy Cult's revenge is crazy enough.

"

Li Ying's face was solemn.

Fakong said: "Can you find out the traitor?"

"...No." Li Ying shook her head.

This was the reason why she felt heavy.

An elder was seriously injured and lost his martial arts. At least no one died, but what about the traitor?

How many traitors are there in the Tao?

During the investigation, no traitor was found.

After the investigation, the assassination occurred.

Now everyone in Cantian Dao knows that there is a traitor.

People are in panic, everyone is in danger, and they are suspicious of each other. This is the most deadly thing.

This put the entire sect on the verge of collapse.

It is extremely dangerous for the disciples of the Demon Sect to have their heart strings collapse too tightly, and the Demonic Skills can easily get out of control. Even if they practice the Demonic Sutra, they are usually fine, but they are afraid of such a situation.

Once slightly stimulated, it is likely to explode and form an extreme reaction, leading to the destruction of the sect.

"This is indeed trouble." Fakong stood up and paced with his hands behind his back: "The key is that we can't find a way to eliminate the traitor."

"Master, is there any way?"

"My magical power is not omnipotent." Fakong shook his head: "Looking at what happened this time, I can only see your life and death, and others can't do anything."

Li Ying nodded.

She understands this too.

Supernatural powers are not everything. Predicting good or bad luck is okay, but there are many limitations in other things, but she still has hope for Fakong in her heart.

I always felt that Fa Kong would have a solution.

She knew this was irrational, but the many things she had experienced had given her a firm confidence in Fakong.

Faced with her shining eyes, Fakong said helplessly: "The only thing we can do is use the Fate Channel to take a look. Let's take a look at these traitor's belongings and see if we can find any clues."

"Thank you, Master!" Li Ying smiled.

Fakong said: "Don't have too much hope. If you have jujubes or no jujubes, just hit them with a pole. Also, give me all the relics. Stop hiding them."

Li Ying said slowly: "There are still four great master relics, and then they are gone. They are really gone."

"You said no last time."

"This is what my father has collected again. At least among the six realms, this is all."

"Fine."

Li Ying tithes and leaves.

Xu Qingluo hurriedly sent them out.

After she came back, she curiously asked Fakong: "Master, do you really want to help Can Tiandao find a traitor?"

"Yes." Fakong opened the lid, lowered his head, blew in the hot air, and took a sip of tea.

Xu Qingluo asked in confusion: "Does Master really want to help the Demon Sect?"

She is now very clear about the grudges between the Demon Sect and the three major sects, and she also knows that the Six Paths of the Demon Sect are the Six Paths of the Demon Sect after all, and it is impossible for them to be of the same mind as the Snow Mountain Sect.

Once the demon sect gains momentum, it is likely to take revenge.

"What do you think?" Fakong looked at Xu Qingluo with a smile.

Xu Qingluo said: "Let them kill each other and sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight."

"Kunshan Holy Sect is more terrifying than Demon Sect."

"Master, the Demon Sect is also very scary."

"The Demon Sect..." Fakong smiled.

"Isn't the Demon Sect scary?" Xu Qingluo blinked with big eyes: "Master, have you found a way to restrain the Demon Sect?"

"not yet."

"Well..." Xu Qingluo's big eyes blinked again and again, her mind racing, and she heard the hidden meaning of Fakong's words.

Not yet, but there may be in the future.

She smiled: "That's true..."

She had always suspected why Fakong and Li Ying were in such close contact. She guessed that it could not be because of Li Ying's beauty, but he probably wanted to take the opportunity to find out the reality of the Demon Sect and find a way to restrain the Demon Sect.

She was delighted: her guess was indeed correct!

"You..." Fakong shook his head and said with a smile: "You think too much, use your thoughts on martial arts."

"Master, if you help Can Tian Dao, will you cause trouble?" Xu Qingluo said: "If the Holy Sect of Kunshan doesn't tell you, I'm afraid the temple will also oppose Master."

She doesn't know about Yuan Zhi.

But she knew that the Vajra Temple would never allow its disciples to get too close to the Demon Sect disciples.

Li Ying comes here too often, especially recently.

Once the Vajra Temple suspects that he is obsessed with sex and has an affair with the demon sect, no matter how talented he is, he will be abandoned by the Vajra Temple.

Fakong shook his head.

"Hehe, I understand. Master must have told the temple in advance."

"Let's go practice."

"Yes." Xu Qingluo responded crisply and ran towards the pagoda garden.

——

The pagoda garden was busy.

Zhou Yang was slowly entering the wine cellar holding a jar of wine.

The entrance is slightly narrow.

He is not as tall as the wine jar. He can hold the wine jar with both hands but cannot hold it over.

But he was extremely qualified, and although he was small, he was very strong. He put his palms against the wine jar and easily carried him into the wine cellar.

Seeing Xu Qingluo appear, Zhou Yang snorted, hating her for being lazy and slippery again.

Faning had two jars of wine stuck on each palm, one jar on each palm and back.

They seem to be as light as feathers, with no sense of weight at all.

He was cautious when entering the wine cellar, not wanting to dirty the monk's robes. His huge body made the entrance to the wine cellar even narrower.

Monk Huiling has a jar of wine on his head, a jar on each side of his shoulders, and a jar in each hand, a total of five jars of wine.
To be continued...