Chapter 2124 The truth of the so-called immortal world catastrophe
As if he had expected it, Headmaster Ren rolled up his sleeves and brought strong wind, pushed Zhuo Yuanfan away, and then looked at the visitor coldly: "Fellow Taoist, what do you want to do?"
"Of course kill him!"
The visitor's face was full of anger, his eyebrows were tightly knitted together, and his eyes were murderous: "My father and second uncle died in that catastrophe. Since he is that person's descendant, killing
What’s the problem with taking revenge on him?”
"There is always a wrongdoer and a debtor. I understand this fellow Taoist's desire for revenge, but you have found the wrong person."
As Headmaster Ren spoke, he casually shot a burst of Qi into Zhuo Yuanfan's body, calming his emotions.
The man was quite young, with white beard and hair. He looked like an enraged white-haired lion. He roared: "Master Ren, please stop doing this! If you dare to stop me from taking revenge, I will kill you too."
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"Since Pindao asked Little Friend Zhuo to come forward to testify, he naturally wanted to save his life."
Faced with this man's fierce murderous intention, Headmaster Ren had no intention of backing down, "And what happened back then was actually very mysterious. Pindao wants to reveal the truth today and let you all know who the real enemy is!
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"The few people you have found are not witnesses of what happened back then. How dare they reveal the truth?"
The white-haired old man stared at Headmaster Ren coldly, "I think you just want to use their words to mislead us, and then use this to eliminate the suspicion of your Chongyang Palace."
Headmaster Ren smiled faintly and didn't take this person's words seriously: "Didn't this fellow Taoist hear clearly just now? Zhuo Xiaoyou just said that what happened back then was indeed related to the Chongyang Palace. I didn't deny this either.
How can we make it clear?"
The white-haired old man suddenly became speechless and could only say: "Then he is also my enemy. If I don't kill him, it will be difficult to eliminate the hatred in my heart!"
"If you want to kill me, you have plenty of opportunities. Why don't you let me finish my sentence?"
Zhuo Yuanfan did have some courage. He was not intimidated by the aura of the white-haired old man. Instead, he said sarcastically: "Or are you simply afraid of the truth I told you?"
"Fart! You little brat knows the truth about farts!"
The white-haired old man glared at Zhuo Yuanfan and said disdainfully.
Zhuo Yuanfan said calmly: "Whether it is the truth or not, I will leave it to everyone to judge after I finish listening.
But you didn't even let me say anything, and you wanted to kill me to silence me. Who knows if you are afraid of something."
There is some truth in saying this. Many casual cultivators present felt that what the white-haired old man did was a bit excessive.
After all, the senior cultivator who harmed people back then is already dead, so he was not as guilty as his family in the first place, not to mention that it was an old grudge from more than a hundred years ago.
"Okay, I'll let you know what kind of flowers you can tell me!"
Seeing that he couldn't do what he wanted, the white-haired old man had no choice but to suppress his anger and turned back to his seat.
However, the white-haired old man ceased his activities, but the monk Hai Da and Zhao Xiangu had different opinions.
Monk Haid directly questioned: "Master Ren, these people you invited have never witnessed what happened back then, so why do you think they are telling the truth?"
"That's right, who knows if it was your plan in advance."
Zhao Xiangu speculated maliciously.
Headmaster Ren smiled calmly and said sincerely: "Although they did not personally experience what happened back then, they are somewhat related to the people back then, and they also have the seals and evidence left by those people, so it doesn't hurt to listen to them.
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Moreover, after they finish speaking, if you still don’t believe it, I can ask an expert to testify.”
"Is there another expert?"
Monk Haid sneered and said: "Headmaster Ren, you have been in seclusion for thirty years, and you have met so many masters as soon as you came out. You can't be friends with them when your soul left the body."
Zhao Xiangu also didn't believe it very much: "Since there is an expert, why not just invite this so-called expert out? We are wasting our time listening to these people's nonsense."
"This is the request of the master."
Headmaster Ren said expressionlessly: "Listen, it doesn't matter. Why are you so resistant?"
Several representatives of casual cultivators present could not help but exchange glances with each other. Finally, Monk Haid gave in and said, "Okay, then let's see what you, the head teacher, are up to."
Headmaster Ren didn't mind the hook left in the great monk's words, and said calmly to Zhuo Yuanfan and others: "You continue, don't be afraid, this is the Chongyang Palace. Although the cultivation level of this poor Taoist is not high, he is still
I won’t let anyone hurt your lives.”
The white-haired old man snorted coldly. Knowing that Headmaster Ren was talking about him, he felt even more unhappy.
"My great-uncle, whose name is Zhuo Yuqing, was actually not even forty years old at the time, and he had just taken over as the head of the Holy Hand Sect. His cultivation had already reached the Great Perfection of the Qi Refining Stage, and he was only one step away from building the foundation."
Zhuo Yuanfan slowly talked about the life of his great-uncle, speaking clearly and unhurriedly, and everyone inside and outside the hall could hear clearly: "At that time, he thought of countless ways, but he couldn't break through.
Cultivation.
Just at this time, he obtained an ancient skill from an ancient tomb near Wugong Mountain. In order to explore the authenticity of the skill, he came to Zhongnan Mountain and found the master at the time, Chen Ruhui, and the two discussed the matter.
After three days and three nights, I finally decided to give it a try.”
"It's all nonsense, not even a single sentence is relevant. We don't have time to listen to you talk about that man's life here."
Zhao Xiangu couldn't hold back her anger and angrily said: "Either get to the point directly, or stop talking. Everyone's time is not for you to waste."
Zhuo Yuanfan couldn't help but raise his eyes to look at Master Ren's expression, but saw that the other party just waved his hand indifferently, so he went straight to the point: "That ancient skill recorded a secret technique to break through the realm. As long as it is combined with the spiritual veins and
By using the formation, you can improve the cultivation level of hundreds of people in a short period of time.
At that time, the country's mountains and rivers were in ruins, and it was the right time to employ people.
My great-uncle wanted to lobby various sects to accept this technique and teach it to all their disciples, but he was rejected."
At that time, the actions of the various sects were understandable. After all, it was necessary to be on guard against others. Who knew whether the technique that suddenly appeared was true or false? If there were any drawbacks, it would be a disaster for the sect's inheritance.
"Frustrated, my uncle decided to carry out his plan secretly, and then used the name of Chongyang Palace to summon loose cultivators from all over the world to gather at Zhongnan Mountain."
Zhuo Yuanfan became more and more comfortable as he spoke, and his tone gradually became infectious: "At the same time, he also adopted orphans from the war and planned to train them to practice that skill. This is how he has today's peace of mind."
"Damn it, are you done with the nonsense!"
Seeing that everyone seemed to be fascinated by what they heard, the white-haired old man couldn't help but couldn't hold it in any longer, and shouted loudly to wake them up: "There is no point in talking about this. Even if he has a thousand excuses, he can't escape the crime of brutal killing."
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"Chang Qingshan, why are you in such a hurry?"
At this time, Taoist Master Qiu, who was safe and considerate, called out the white-haired old man's name with a smile, "Slowly listen to what little friend Zhuo said, and we will get to the point soon."
"snort!"
The white-haired old man didn't expect that he would be recognized. He could only look at Qiu Jianji and Headmaster Ren suspiciously, thinking about something secretly in his heart.
Zhuo Yuanfan also sped up the progress and omitted some side details: "...That day was actually several years after Uncle Zhuo had been in Zhongnan Mountain. Both he and Master Chen felt that the time was ripe, so they held a secret meeting
The Immortal Conference decided to reveal that skill to the casual practitioners that day, and let everyone practice it together, and then go out to save the country and the people after success."
"Unexpectedly, an accident happened that night. Several disciples adopted by my uncle were instigated by others to poison him, and then they attacked him secretly with some casual cultivators."
When Zhuo Yuanfan said these words, his face suddenly became expressionless, and his tone became dry: "Of course, my great-uncle was not a good person. He had the highest level of cultivation at that time, so the war naturally turned into a massacre. This
That led to the catastrophe in the world of immortality."
"Finished?"
The white-haired old man sneered, "It's really better to say it than to sing it. It's nothing more than cleaning the floor for Zhuo Yuqing and leaving Chongyang Palace out. It's a pity that I don't believe a word of these words!"
"Haha, his disciple was instigated by others, and he killed because he was attacked by a sneak attack?"
Monk Hai Da also laughed angrily, clapped his hands and said: "Good washing, good washing. By the way, this little friend Zhuo, tell me who instigated his disciples and who were the casual cultivators who attacked him."
Woolen cloth?"
Zhuo Yuanfan was not afraid of the cynicism of these people, and said calmly: "Among the casual cultivators who attacked him, there were Chang Qingshan's father Chang Wanlong, uncle Chang Wanhu... and your master Huaimeng, the great monk.
Zen Master, and this Aunt Zhao..." "Fart! My father and uncle who dare to slander me will die!"
The white-haired old man was furious again. He clenched his fists and rushed to Zhuo Yuanfan, punching Zhuo Yuanfan hard in the chest.
"Bang!"
I don't know why Headmaster Ren didn't rescue him in time this time, and Zhuo Yuanfan didn't dodge either. He actually received the punch directly, and then he fell to the ground with bleeding from all his orifices.
Headmaster Ren's face was as dark as water, and he said in a cold voice: "Fellow Daoist Chang, do you feel satisfied if you kill people in my Chongyang Palace?"
"He's just a piece of trash, kill him if you want."
The white-haired old man looked directly at Headmaster Ren, "What's your motive in letting such a person throw dirty water on my father and uncle?
If you can't tell me why, don't blame me for killing you too!"
"Just you?
It’s better to call out the person behind you.”
Headmaster Ren chuckled and slowly stood up. Suddenly, a colorless and invisible energy flowed from his body.
"Well?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he felt the breath in his body became disordered for no reason, and then a stinging pain arose in his Dantian Qi sea, and then he spurted out a mouthful of blood.
"Hmph, Ren Daofang, why don't you continue to be arrogant?"
The white-haired old man couldn't help laughing wildly when he saw this, "Your plan was already anticipated by our sect master.
Do you really think we are listening to you reverse the verdict?
Are you actually just waiting for the poison in your body to take effect?"
Headmaster Ren's face turned blue, and he was horrified. He had no idea when he was poisoned.
"Hmph, you are poisoned, and that expert you rely on, Xia Tian, can't help you."
The white-haired old man laughed loudly, "You guys, Zhongnanshan, are all to blame for what happened back then.
Now you still want to reduce our share of spiritual energy. If this is the case, why should we be polite? We will destroy your Chongyang Palace today, hahahaha!"
Smiling, he suddenly closed his mouth, his eyes widened, and he looked toward the roof beams without blinking, as if there was something there that shocked him.