"Two, please let go." After Commander Xuan finished speaking, a group of soldiers rushed out and surrounded Jiang Tianluo and others.

"You might as well get out of the way. I will follow this commander." Gumandong jumped out of the carriage, stretched out his hand and pushed away the figures blocking the way, and walked directly towards the place where Commander Xuan was.

Commander Xuan made way and asked Gu Mandong to walk in front. Then he waved his hand and signaled the soldiers to stop Jiang Tianluo, Mo Jinyan and others, not allowing them to get involved.

Gumandong was just taken away, but Mo Jinyan reached out to grab Jiang Tianluo's collar and glared at him.

"You are not worthy of her at all. After today, I immediately wrote a letter to release my wife and gave her freedom."

"It's not possible." Jiang Tianluo responded, stretched out his hand and pushed away Mo Jinyan's hands, with a firm look.

"You can't give her happiness, why do you still pester her?"

"This is a matter between us, it's not your turn to do it."

"you"

"Now is not the time to talk about these things. The only thing I am worried about now is the safety of her going to Baima Temple this time. In short, if you hadn't brought her here with her at this time, even if it was dawn, it wouldn't have happened to the current situation." Jiang Tianluo said at the end, his eyes obviously blamed Mo Jinyan.

"Since you are here, you must have a way out. Is there any way to get in? Just wait like this, I feel uneasy."

Jiang Tianluo pursed his lips, but did not answer Mo Jinyan's words, but looked in the direction of Baima Temple and remained silent.

"General Xuan, I don't know who the young master Yun is to see me?" Gumandong entered the temple gate of White Horse Temple and asked casually.

"After the girl has been to see her, she will naturally have the opportunity to know what her responsibilities are. Please forgive me." Commander Xuan kept his mouth shut and said that his responsibilities were difficult to ask Gumandong.

As expected, Gumandong was directly led to the back mountain of Baima Temple. The same road has obviously been expanded and renovated in just a few months. The road under his feet is even more spacious, and it is also dyed with some fresh blood on it.

The closer you get to the Wangu Tiankeng, even the torch that is lit, the light becomes darker, as if the light around you is absorbed, and the visibility becomes lower and lower.

The air was filled with a humid breath, a little cold, but it was very uncomfortable.

When Gumandong was sent to the fork in the road by this commander Xuan, he stopped.

"Girl, please go up by yourself and follow the direction of the torch. Please do not enter if you have any responsibility, please forgive me." Commander Xuan said and pointed to the path, and his meaning was already very clear.

Gumandong nodded, followed the path that had been lit torches, and followed the torch instructions toward the Wangu Tiankeng. He soon saw a figure standing there at the end.

I saw that it was a black-bottomed oil-paper umbrella. A large cluster of blooming purple-branded flowers were painted on the umbrella surface. The petals of the umbrella were fluttering in the wind and scattered on the black-bottomed umbrella surface. It was very beautiful.

It seemed as if he felt the person behind him. The umbrella slowly turned around, holding a long pole and a cigarette gun hanging from a jade pendant. He was wearing a purple bottom shirt and a black half-sleeved shirt. Almost all of his black hair was tied behind his head, only a few strands of naughty hair fell down his cheeks.

This is a man, a pretty good-looking man, a young and handsome man, whose eyes are too bright, as if under the eyes, nothing will disappear.

When Gu Mandong looked at this person, he clearly felt the huge fluctuations of spiritual power on his body, and the degree of fluctuation was even comparable to those of the elders of the Gu clan.

Most of the elders in the clan who have such ability are already seventy years old, but the man in front of him is definitely not over thirty years old, and he will only be about twenty-five years old to die, and it may not be even younger.

"You asked me to find me?" Gumandong couldn't help but ask.

"Which disciple are you? But you have just cultivated the spiritual power. Why are your elders so worried about letting you run outside and running around without fear of losing your life?" The other party asked back without answering, but Gu Mandong couldn't answer this question, so he could only look at the man blankly.

"I don't know what you are talking about? What disciples and what introductions are, I don't understand."

"Aren't you from the psychic family?"

"I have always lived in the Yueling Kingdom and I have not visited many places. I don't know any psychic family. However, I have heard psychics who were mentioned by a storyteller. You suddenly asked me so much. Could it be that you are the psychics mentioned by Storyer?"

The other party looked at Gu Mandong in surprise. If what she said was true, where did her spiritual power come from?

Ordinary people who have not systematically learned the methods of cultivation will not be able to generate spiritual power even if they have a physical constitution that is sufficient to communicate with each other. Unless they are born with spiritual power, the so-called natural spiritual power only exists legends, and the spiritual power of the natural spiritual power person should not be so low when he reaches the age of the woman in front of him.

In this way, only coincidence can be explained. After all, it is not ruled out that after a disciple teaches his disciple, he will encounter unexpected things before he can report to the clan.

"My name is Zi Jinyun, a psychic from Zi Jin's family in the Tianhai Empire. What's your name?"

“Gumandon.”

"Miss Mandong, no matter why you have spiritual power, I just hope you will answer truthfully. What did you see in this ten thousand bones pit? Don't try to deceive me. I remember that I first discovered that there was also a woman here. The woman acted strangely, but she saved the monk in the temple and a man named Mo Jinyan. She happened to be named Gumandong. I wonder if it was a coincidence?"

Gumandong's eyes flashed slightly, knowing that hiding it in front of Zi Jinyun was not a good thing for her.

"There are countless souls of the Ten Thousand Bones Heavenly Cultivator, all of which are souls of vain. They have suffered tortures in front of them and are trapped here. The resentment is difficult to eliminate. Due to the huge number, the resentment has become more and more condensed. After decades, it has been impossible to seek justice and new souls have been added. A thunder and heavy rain may have destroyed something, causing changes in the back mountain that had no signs. This is why everything that happened later. When they were initially discovered, there were still fresh corpses. It can be seen that someone did it intentionally. If the culprit can be found, and the innocence of these unjust souls should be able to calm the resentment."

"It is not easy for you to see these things, but you are a little wrong. Although the culprit has been killed, the matter has not been resolved."

"Master Abbot and the others could not be the murderer, so they naturally could not solve the problem." Gumandong couldn't help but say that what she heard in Baima Town made her feel uneasy.

"I didn't say that Jikong was the murderer. Their death was just an accident. The real murderer had a good status. It took some time to find out and was killed here. But you also saw that the resentment was still hard to eliminate." Zi Jinyun pointed his hand and pointed to the direction of the sky, but he could see a dark cloud rolling, and a faint lightning penetrated it, with indescribable depression.
Chapter completed!