"I thought you didn't dare to come." Faye slightly squinted his deep, pebble-like pupils, which were extremely bright.

His tone was cold and cold, as if he was mocking Wu Nian.

"You all dare to come, why don't I dare to come?"

Wu Nian chuckled, not angry because of his ridicule, but tit for tat with him.

"You are quite confident." Faye's brows relaxed, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

It's just that you can't tell whether this smile is a charitable smile or a sneer.

"That's not true. I really don't pay attention to you disciples from the three major temples." Wu Nian bared his teeth in a playful smile.

"Little Wu Nian, don't be too arrogant!" Before Faye could speak, Zhengdao, who was sitting next to him, couldn't hold it any longer.

"Monks should be humble and kind. Look at you now. You are full of hostility and coquettishness. You don't look like a monk! I really don't know how Ziwu would hand over a disciple like you. You are really too old to be stupid.

!" Zhengdao's scolding wasn't enough, and he even scolded Wu Nian's master.

Master Ziwu was once the abbot of Qianguang Temple, and his strength was even equal to that of Faye. If he could survive until now, he would probably be half-stepped into becoming a Taihe Immortal.

I'm afraid it's not Faye's turn to take the third position on the Immortal Ranking, but such a person died at the hands of his disciples fifty years ago.

"Zhengdao! Are you slandering me?"

Suddenly, a dazzling golden light slowly descended from the sky and landed in front of Wu Nian.

He was also wearing a brocade cassock, with a string of rosewood carved Buddhist beads on his chest, and his face showed anger.

"Ziwu! You, aren't you dead?" Zhengdao trembled in fright, and all the monks present looked frightened.

Even Abbot Faye's expression became solemn, and he couldn't help but squeeze the beads he was playing with in his hands.

How could they not be afraid when a person who had been dead for fifty years suddenly appeared in front of them?

"Oh, you seem unhappy to see me alive? And Faye, Wusu, why do I think you seem to be scared?" Ziwu sneered, and the white beard on her chest fluttered in the wind, which was extremely real.

"Who is scared? It's obvious that you are so stupid that you taught a Dapu monk to kill his master and seize the Dharma, and you taught a Wu Nian, and you act like neither a human nor a ghost all day long!" Zhengdao mustered up his courage and faced Ziwu.

The master shouted.

But he still looked out of breath, and the corners of his eyes were trembling.

"Oh, really? Is Dapu really capable of killing me? Don't you know it yourself?" Ziwu glared at them fiercely.

Hearing his words, Zhengdao became even more panicked, and beads of sweat oozed from his forehead. They flowed into his thick cassock like rain, making him feel particularly uncomfortable.

"I don't know, I don't know anything." His voice became more and more panicked.

"Do you really not know? Have you forgotten what the three of you did to me that day?" Ziwu took a step forward, and the mountains shook instantly, and the world turned upside down. The power was so overwhelming that he couldn't breathe.

Come.

Zhengdao hurriedly looked at Faye aside, but the panic on his face

His face was frozen, as if he couldn't believe that Ziwu was still alive and couldn't say another word.

"It's not me, it's not me...it's really not me!"

Seeing that Faye was silent, Ziwu was walking towards him step by step, his face full of anger.

The secret that had been accumulating in his heart for a long time finally became unbearable, and he couldn't help but scream.

"Not you? Not you, who else!" A proud smile appeared on the corner of Ziwu's mouth, which was completely unlike an old man.

"And, and..." Zhengdao tremblingly wanted to turn back and look at Faye, but was suddenly slapped hard on the cheek.

A crisp and loud slap rang in his ears, bringing him back to reality instantly.

He took a closer look and saw that there was no Ziwu in front of him. Only the burning pain on his face and Faye glaring at him were real.

That slap was actually slapped by Abbot Faye out of desperation, because if he were a step too late, he would have said a name that could overturn the reputation of the entire Blue Sky Valley!

"Abbot Fang..." Zhengdao opened his mouth and covered his face with his hands.

He received a slap from Faye in full view of the public, yet he still swallowed his anger and did not dare to speak out.

Because although they seem to have equal status, if Blue Sky Valley is a sect, Faye is the real leader of the four major temples.

Therefore, Zhengdao did not dare to make mistakes. He was actually just a puppet supported by Fa Ye, and so was Wu Xu. Now he reaches out again to control Qianguang Temple.

"Master Zhengdao put on a good show just now!" In the audience, Wu Nian's lips had a faint smile, which made Zhengdao tremble with fear.

"Monk, Monk! You actually learn such evil arts!" Zhengdao stretched out his finger and cursed loudly, trying to regain his lost face.

"Oh, really? Evil magic. It turns out that the thousand-changing magical power of my Qianguang Temple and the Buddhist dharma passed down from generation to generation are evil magic in your eyes." Wu Nian sneered.

"I..." Zhengdao's face turned red, and he didn't know what to do for a moment.

"Excuse me, what do you mean by what the master just said?" Wu Nian followed suit.

"What, what do you mean? It's because you are too strong that the old monk fell into your trap. What I just said was all coerced by you and doesn't count at all." Zhengdao thought for a moment.

A best of both worlds approach.

Monk Wu Nian was choked by this shameless remark. He didn't know what to do for a moment, and looked at him with a pair of eyes filled with resentment.

Zhengdao thought that his words had left Wu Nian speechless, and he pinched the few words on his chin complacently.

He was still feeling complacent, but suddenly he realized that not only Wu Nian, but also almost all the disciples present were looking at him.

"What's wrong? Why are you all looking at me?" Zhengdao, who was still proud of his cleverness for relieving a commotion so easily, became confused.

"Are you really shameless? Did you even say this to hide the truth? You are at the peak of Xuanxian's strength, and I am Xuanxian. How can I control and manipulate you?" Wu Nian looked at Zhengdao's eyes.

Guang seemed to be looking at a fool, his pupils filled with pity and anger.

It was an impulsive anger that wanted to know the truth. He wanted to know what happened in the past fifty years.

After so many years, Blue Sky Valley's public opinion is that Master Ziwu died at the hands of Dapu.

Monk Dapu was the Thousand-Armed Buddha who fought against Gu Qingling in Kunlun Ruins. After escaping from Qianguang Temple, he converted to Rakshasa Hall and changed his name to Thousand-Armed Buddha.

Wu Nian went down the mountain this time just to find his whereabouts. It wasn't until he traced to Banished Immortal City that he felt Dapu's aura from Luo Song. But this aura made him even more convinced that with Dapu's strength, he

It is absolutely impossible to kill Master!

Therefore, Wu Nian has always wanted to understand what exactly happened and what caused the death of Monk Ziwu fifty years ago.

But just when Zhengdao was about to speak out, he was woken up by Faye's slap.

Among the three hosts, the only one Wu Nian can confuse now is Zhengdao, because he is the least determined and the easiest to break through. It is precisely because of him that Wu Nian already knows what happened back then.

Eight points, but he couldn't make it public.

Or even if he told it, the monks wouldn't believe it.

"You, you! You are such a bastard, a bald donkey! A stinking monk!" Zhengdao was really angry and jumped up from the Zen chair angrily. The obscene words in his mouth made many disciples find it unacceptable.

No one expected that the normally polite host would say so many curse words.

"Zhengdao!" Faye finally couldn't stand it anymore. He gave a cold scolding, which made Zhengdao quiet down and sat back in the Zen chair depressedly.

"Is this the Holy Sound of Thousand Buddhas? Ziwu really taught an incredible disciple!" Faye smiled faintly.

In the moment just now, Wu Nian cast Thousand Buddhas Sacred Sound on the three of them at the same time. At that time, even he felt as if he saw Ziwu's smiling face in the hazy crowd, but it was only for a moment.

"You are indeed a person who has cultivated the immortal vajra body, but do you think you can really pass the test of becoming a host with your Xuanxian strength?" Faye's deep eyes were like a falcon watching its prey.

Fifty years have passed, and Wu Nian has transformed from a child less than ten years old into a mysterious immortal. Looking at the entire world, there are only a few people who can compare with him.

But Gu Qingling of the Tianshan Sect was the pride of Mu Yunqi, Li Zongsheng of the Shushan Sect had long since been deposed, but was still valued by Qingxu, and Ye Changge of the Xuanjian Sect was also very qualified because he was Ye Gutian's son.

But Wu Nian is different. He is no one's son, nor is he the pride of Blue Sky Valley, nor is he valued by Faye.

On the contrary, the monks and elders of the three major temples, including Faye, were all jealous of him.

I am jealous that he is the only person who has cultivated the immortal Vajra body for thousands of years. If a person stands out too much, he will definitely be isolated and hated.

And Wu Nian is such a person. He is so outstanding that even his teachers are jealous of him. Perhaps this is why Faye is still stuck in the first stage.

reason.

His mind is too narrow-minded, so narrow-minded that he is afraid that one day Ziwu will take away his position in the Blue Sky Valley, and so narrow-minded that he is jealous that Wu Nian's mind is purer than his own.

In comparison, Ziwu was much more transparent than him. He knew that he might not be able to become Taihe Immortal in his lifetime, but Wu Nian could, so he hoped that his disciple would be able to accomplish what he could not do one day.

Wu Nian will always remember Ziwu's charitable smile. He loved him as his own son, telling him Buddhist scriptures every day to cleanse his soul. He was Ziwu's youngest disciple and his most favored disciple. It was this favor that made him so beloved.

Make others jealous and resentful.

"If you can pass the test, let the abbot give it a try. Let's see if my thousand-changing magical power can muddy up this mouse-dung porridge." Wu Nian smiled faintly and stretched out a slender hand.

"Okay, Kowloon Arhat Formation!" Faye shouted fiercely.

Several monks wearing short shirts and holding long sticks came out of the team and surrounded Monk Wu Nian one after another.
Chapter completed!