Lin Feiyang patted her shoulder lightly: "Don't regret it now that you have done it. I will check this deputy guard. If it doesn't work, ask the abbot to help check it. Even if he is really a good officer, he cannot be kept. He will be defeated.
Say it again."
Zhu Ni nodded slightly.
The world is so helpless.
I originally thought that it would not be a good idea to allow my son to do such evil things.
But when I came to Yuxia Pass, I found that he was actually a good official.
"Miss Zhou can read people's hearts. Didn't you see something?"
"He has a treasure on him, which blocks his wisdom."
"A small deputy guard can have such a treasure?" Lin Feiyang hummed, "It's not that simple..."
"Maybe it's because of his filial piety from his young master. These bandits have made countless robberies," Zhu Ni said.
"That's it." Lin Feiyang said: "Although he didn't kill anyone, his son did, and he got the benefits of the murder."
Zhu Ni was silent for a moment and said softly: "Be careful, I think this deputy guard is not easy."
Lin Feiyang nodded solemnly: "Well, I won't be careless."
It is said that those who are close to ink are black and those who are close to vermillion are red. He has been with Fakong for a long time, and naturally he has learned to be cautious and will never look down on anyone.
This defense actually has a treasure that protects the mind, which means it is extraordinary and cannot be regarded by ordinary people.
The two hugged each other for another quarter of an hour. Lin Feiyang heard some movement and gently pushed her away: "I'll go keep an eye on that guy first."
"Be careful." Zhu Ni stroked the hair hanging down from her temples, her face flushed with embarrassment and she was so charming.
Lin Feiyang was so moved that he couldn't help but want to pull her into his arms again, but Xu Qingluo's voice had already sounded: "Uncle Lin, is it you?"
Lin Feiyang snorted, glanced at Zhu Ni reluctantly, and disappeared in a flash.
The big tent was opened and Xu Qingluo and three others came in.
Xu Qingluo glanced left and right, not missing any corner.
Zhu Ni blushed even more when she saw her, and said hurriedly: "You are back so early?"
"I've played it all over, it's boring." Xu Qingluo's bright eyes wandered around, and she replied casually: "Uncle Lin is really interesting."
Zhu Ni glared at her.
Xu Qingluo looked back and said with a smile: "Why is he running away? When he comes, he only sees you, Sister Zhu, and you are the only one who doesn't want to see us at all. He is so heartless and cruel!"
"Stop talking nonsense." Zhu Ni said angrily with a red face.
Zhou Yu smiled and pulled Xu Qingluo's sleeves.
If you continue talking, Zhu Ni will become angry.
Xu Qingluo suppressed her smile and said sternly: "Sister Zhu, we went to inquire about it. This deputy guard does have an excellent official reputation. He can get both sides of him, and everyone from top to bottom praises him. He is really awesome."
Zhu Ni frowned: "Well, let's leave it like this for now."
Xu Qingluo's bright eyes turned on her face, thoughtfully.
When Zhu Ni saw her like this, she felt inexplicably guilty, and her face turned red again, like a drunken beauty.
Zhou Yu said: "Uncle Lin wants to keep an eye on him?"
Zhu Ni nodded lightly.
Zhou Yang showed a smile and said: "Fortunately, Uncle Lin is here. With him helping to keep an eye on it, there will definitely be flaws."
I can't ask my uncle for help, and my uncle won't help either. It's great to have Uncle Lin to help me.
"If there is any flaw, he will be overthrown." Xu Qingluo snorted: "It's the father's fault if the son doesn't teach him. Who allowed him to have such a son who deserves death!"
All three nodded.
They agree with this view.
In this world, this concept is also deeply rooted in people’s hearts.
My son made a mistake, and I must be responsible, especially for such vicious things.
Ning Zhenzhen and Xie Yunhao quickly caught up with the fourteen black-robed old men.
The fourteen people were divided into three rows, four to four, six, like fourteen skeletons wrapped in black robes, with the shapes of the rugged bones clearly visible on the black robes.
Ning Zhenzhen was hanging far away, about three hundred meters away, and did not get closer.
If they got too close, they would have to use secret techniques to escape. Three hundred meters or so was just right. It was dangerous if they were too close, but unnecessary if they were too far.
The fourteen-year-old man in black robe finally stopped in a green bamboo forest, turned his head and glanced at the two of them, ignoring them.
"Miss Mo, you said they are old and still great masters, so they should be greedy for life and afraid of death. How dare you come here?"
"Maybe Dayun's reward is generous enough."
"What kind of reward can actually make fourteen of their great masters come to die?"
"It is probably of great benefit to Xuanmeng Sect." Ning Zhenzhen shook his head gently: "General benefits will not allow them to die calmly."
It is indeed a good deal to exchange fourteen dying old men for the rise of the sect.
"So, they are doing it for Xuanmeng Sect?"
"That's how it should be."
"...I'm a little impressed." Xie Yunhao couldn't help but think of himself.
If his death resulted in the rise of his daughter, would he agree?
I'm afraid I need to think about it carefully.
Unless at a critical moment of life and death, he has to choose between his daughter and himself before he can die for his daughter, otherwise, he will not sacrifice his life just for her future.
Ning Zhenzhen said: "Lao Xie, no matter what they do, no matter whether they are good people or bad people, they are the ones who want to kill us."
"Oh..., yes." Xie Yunhao sighed.
Ning Zhenzhen glanced at him.
The two of them were standing on the top of a bamboo forest. The bamboo forest undulated with the wind like blue waves. A gust of wind blew, and the sound of rustling was everywhere.
They rise and fall with the green bamboo.
Ning Zhenzhen is dressed in a green shirt, her graceful figure rises and falls with the green bamboo, and her green shirt flutters, which is pleasing to the eye.
Xie Yunhao turned a blind eye to this and smiled sheepishly: "That's just me, sentimental, untimely sentimental."
Ning Zhenzhen said: "This shows that you, Lao Xie, have a pure nature."
"Haha..." Xie Yunhao smiled to himself.
In today's world, being pure and good is not something to be admired. Strong martial arts is the foundation, and my own martial arts is not strong enough.
If it weren't for my excellent tracking skills, I probably wouldn't have been able to enter Prince Chun's Mansion as a guest.
Ning Zhenzhen perked up: "Here we come."
Xie Yunhao took advantage of the situation and found nine yellow clouds floating in the distance.
The nine bald heads were shining brightly and reflecting in the sun, but they were nine monks, wearing bright yellow monk robes, fluttering like clouds.
Their movements are slow and their Qinggong is graceful. As they fly past, they appear to be flying away from the dust. It gives people a different feeling from ordinary Qinggong.
Generally, Qinggong gives people a feeling of speed, but their Qinggong feels elegant, as if they are slowly floating in the wind.
People will have an inexplicable illusion when they look at them. It seems that they never fall, but are always floating upwards.
The monk in charge is slender and handsome, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, a high nose, red lips and a jade face. He is really a rare handsome man.
The bald head does not detract from his handsomeness at all, but the shiny top of his head adds to his handsomeness and aura of worldliness.
He is none other than the Yuande Divine Monk of Dayongdingding fame.
Divine Monk Yuande glanced at Ning Zhenzhen and Xie Yunhao from a distance, joined in a tithe, and swept towards the fourteen black-robed old men.
Fourteen old men in black robes were parked in a green forest. When they saw them appearing, they stood up one after another, and their eyes sunken into their deep sockets gleamed with faint light.
"Amitabha!" Monk Yuande shouted the Buddha's name loudly.
"Amitabha!" Eight other middle-aged monks announced the name of Buddha at the same time.
The Buddhist monk Yuande's name is peaceful, while the other eight Buddha's names are high-pitched. Together they form a strange vibration.
Xie Yunhao found that his body was shaking, and every muscle was shaking, as if it was about to break away from his bones.
His expression changed drastically and he looked at Ning Zhenzhen.
Ning Zhenzhen's expression was calm and there was nothing unusual about it.
She threw a jade pendant from her sleeves.
When they returned to Prince Chun's Mansion earlier, they had already reluctantly handed back the Ning Zhenzhen Jasper Pendant.
Although they were extremely reluctant to part with it and wished they could keep it for themselves, they couldn't shamelessly ask for the life-saving grace.
In the end, he watched helplessly as Prince Chun took away two coins.
Xie Yunhao hurriedly caught the Jasper Pendant.
Immediately, a cool breath penetrated into the palms of my hands, traveling along my arms to my mind, and the trembling and sense of separation from my body disappeared.
He breathed a sigh of relief.
Then he said in a solemn voice, "What kind of miraculous feat is this?"
Ning Zhenzhen said softly: "It should be the sound of the demon-suppressing dragon."
As expected, he is worthy of the famous Yuande Divine Monk and of the Great Miaolian Temple. This demon-suppressing dragon sound has a preemptive effect.
In such a sudden move, the other party almost collapsed.
Look at the fourteen old men in black robes. Their black robes are fluttering, as if they are standing in the strong wind, and their skeleton-like faces are gritted with teeth.
"Amitabha!" Divine Monk Yuande joined the chorus again, his voice getting deeper and deeper, like a low roar from ancient times.
Even though Ning Zhenzhen and Xie Yunhao were far apart, and even though the Heart-Cleaning Mantra was lingering around them, they still felt their eardrums being hit hard, with rumbles like thunder rolling around their ears.
"Amitabha!" Eight middle-aged monks shouted at the same time, the sound sounding like a voice coming from the nine heavens.
The two voices coincided.
"Bang bang bang bang bang...!"
Fourteen old men in black robes flew out one after another, spraying blood arrows in the air, and fell heavily into the bamboo forest.
Xie Yunhao was dumbfounded. He didn't expect that Monk Yuande and the others were so fierce.
A sword without bloodshed.
Ning Zhenzhen watched intently.
She looked solemn, not happy, because she found that the expression of Yuande Divine Monk was not relaxed, but more solemn.
She then looked at the fourteen black-robed old men lying in the bamboo forest.
After they sprayed out a blood arrow, they did not feel weak. Instead, their eyes were bright and brighter.
Monk Yuande put his palms together and bowed to Ning Zhenzhen and the others.
Ning Zhenzhen gritted his teeth and flashed three times. The green shadow had already crossed more than 300 meters and landed next to the fourteen black-robed old men, moving his palm out.
Like jade butterflies flying, they lightly knocked away two old men in black robes, and then dodged and knocked away two more.
"Amitabha!" Monk Yuande proclaimed the Buddha's name again.
This chant of the Buddha became deeper and deeper, as if it was resounding from heaven and earth.
"Amitabha!" The high-pitched and exciting Buddha's name rang out, matching his name, filling the space between heaven and earth.
Ning Zhenzhen's figure became light, psychedelic, and slow, and she easily knocked six people away with her palms.
In the blink of an eye, only four old men in black robes were left without being hit by the palm.
The four old men in black robes turned around and left when they saw this, but were caught up by Ning Zhenzhen.
"Amitabha!" The voices of Monk Yuande and the other eight monks rang out at the same time, causing the four old men in black robes to freeze.
Then they were knocked away by Ning Zhenzhen.
Ning Zhenzhen flashed away quickly and returned to Xie Yunhao.
Divine Monk Yuande Piao came to Ning Zhenzhen, while the other eight monks went to pick up the old men in black robes who had fallen to the ground.
"Thank you so much, donor Mo." Yuande, the divine monk, said his thanks solemnly.
Ning Zhenzhen smiled faintly: "The little girl is just the icing on the cake, Master Yuande has worked hard."
Monk Yuande shook his head calmly: "Without Donor Mo, I'm afraid it would take a lot of effort."
The demon-suppressing dragon sound of Daimyolian Temple specializes in restraining this kind of spiritual magic.
But the cultivation of these fourteen black-robed old men is too deep, and they cannot be defeated by the demon-suppressing dragon sound alone. Once they fight, it will be difficult to determine the outcome. Even if they can win, they will have to pay the price.