Several disciples collapsed to the ground with bloodless faces.
At this moment, who can still not understand the intention behind Zhang Ke's words?
Shiraishi's face was green and white, and he looked very ugly.
The authorities are obsessed!
In the past few years, he has been surrounded by flatterers and flatterers, and even he himself has been woven into this web of dreams.
But when Zhang Ke suddenly tore this net apart at this moment, and a series of things that had happened around him in the past few years flashed through his mind, Shiraishi suddenly woke up from his bubble-like psychedelic state.
'It turns out that I have been plotted by others without knowing it.'
In an instant, Shiraishi's face was as red as blood, and a hot fire seemed to be burning. Shame, anger and guilt occupied his entire body and mind.
At this moment, he didn't know how to face Zhang Ke, and he didn't dare to look up at Xu Qingzhi, let alone his classmates who had been supporting him.
In despair, Master Baishi lowered his head and said tremblingly:
"Master, he is a disciple... It was a disciple who was so greedy that he made this unforgivable mistake... and almost destroyed the sect's foundation.
Considering what the disciple has done in the past few years, only death can atone for his sins.
I also hope that this will serve as a warning to my fellow disciples not to make the same mistakes as my disciples in the future, and I hope the master will do the same!"
When he started speaking, his tone was still a bit trembling, but by the end of the conversation, his mood had completely calmed down.
His firm tone showed that he was ready to die.
The other disciples in the hall were all shocked.
Zhang Ke looked at Master Baishi with a solemn expression and said in a solemn voice:
"Before coming in, I sent someone to investigate.
Although you have been targeting Qingzhi everywhere in the past few years, except for your association with the "Hehuan Sect" Wushan Zhenjun, you have not actually received any substantial benefits, nor have you betrayed the interests and secrets of the sect.
I can tell you very clearly that although you have disturbed the order of the sect, your crime will not lead to death.
According to the sect's precepts, the crime can be eliminated by facing the wall for up to two hundred years.
You know that I come from a sect called Fengtai, and I attach great importance to laws and regulations. Even if I am dissatisfied with you, I will not deliberately target you.
You only live once, and decisions made on impulse may never have the chance to make amends again.
But if you really want to die, I won’t stop you, so I’ll give you a chance to take back what you just said.”
Master Shiraishi was silent for a moment and then said firmly:
“Everyone is responsible for what they have done, and if they do something wrong, they will be punished.
If the master hadn't come back in time, the disciple might have made a big mistake.
This disciple is willing to die to atone for his sins, please allow me to do so!"
After saying that, he put his hands together in front of his chest and gave an upright salute.
Master Shiraishi was in a trance. The last time he saluted so piously was when he was entering.
Zhang Ke stared at Master Baishi and asked solemnly:
"Shiraishi, are you sure you want to do this?"
Master Baishi nodded and said calmly:
"Disciple has made up his mind!"
Zhang Kebai narrowed his eyes and was about to speak when Xu Qingzhi suddenly turned around to face Zhang Ke and said:
"Master! This disciple has something to say."
"speak!"
Xu Qingzhi took a slight breath and said:
"Master, do you still remember that you once said, 'No one's will can override the sect's precepts'."
Zhang Ke nodded and said: "Not bad!"
Xu Qingzhi continued:
"The crime Uncle Baishi committed this time is not light..."
After hearing this, the red-haired master couldn't help but glared at Xu Qingzhi, this guy was going to push his senior brother to death!
But Xu Qingzhi changed her words and said:
“Since the sect’s commandments are forbidden to anyone, no one can disobey them.
Those who, in accordance with the sect's precepts, collude with outsiders to cause trouble to the sect but do not cause huge harm and are willing to repent will be sentenced to sixty to two hundred years of house arrest.
As a disciple of the sect, Uncle Baishi must abide by the rules. He has no right to punish himself for his own behavior.
I hope the leader will act in accordance with the sect’s precepts.”
Master Chifa and many other disciples gradually tasted a different meaning from Xu Qingzhi's words.
He took a step forward and said:
"Master Xu's words are right. No one can disobey the sect's precepts, and Senior Brother Baishi is no exception. He has no right to commit suicide.
Please punish him according to the sect’s laws!”
"Yes! This example must not be allowed, otherwise other sect members will use this example to deny the sect's precepts in the future. Please punish the offender according to the law!"
"Agree! Please give the order, Chief!"
"Please give the order, Master!"
"..."
Almost all the disciples in the temple used the precepts to plead with Zhang Ke.
No one wants to see Master Shiraishi fall here, and not all of them are motivated by public motives.
Some disciples with upright nature think Xu Qingzhi's words are very reasonable. Precepts are rules and cannot be changed easily.
And some people only spoke out for the sake of their own lives.
If even people like Shiraishi Zhenren who have not betrayed the sect need to die to apologize.
Then none of those who really betrayed the interests of the sect would be able to survive.
Seeing that the hall had become chaotic again, Yuan Jinting suddenly shouted in a low voice:
"quiet!"
The clear and solemn voice echoed throughout the hall like the sound of a jade chime.
Different from the previous command of Wufeng, this time it was just a moment. More than two hundred Jindan masters in the hall had heard the sound and fell silent, and the hall returned to silence.
Zhang Ke narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Xu Qingzhi and said:
"Qingzhi, Baishi treats you like this, why do you still plead for him?
I told you a truth when you first took charge of the sect.
Righteousness does not govern wealth, kindness does not govern soldiers, emotion does not govern affairs, kindness does not govern officials!
Know that you can intercede for him today and you won't be able to block other people's requests in the future.
As the person in charge of the sect, this is not the time to show off your style."
Xu Qingzhi shook his head and said:
"This disciple is not interceding for Master Baishi, but the sect's precepts are paramount and everyone must abide by them..."
After a brief pause, he mustered up the courage and gritted his teeth and said:
"Even if you are the leader, you have no right to agree to Uncle Baishi's request."
"Ss—!"
The more than two hundred disciples in the hall couldn't help but inhale slightly.
Xu Qingzhi is so courageous. Zhang Ke's terrifying reputation of being able to make children cry is not something he just flatters.
"Hahaha! What you said makes sense."
Zhang Ke laughed softly twice and said in a condensed voice:
"Shiraishi!"
Master Baishi said in a low voice:
"The disciple is here!"
Zhang Ke said slowly and authentically:
"Before, you once criticized Qingzhi for not leaving Lingxiao Palace for thirty years, and for handling all matters of the sect according to his own preferences.
Do you know why she is like this?"
"Disciple doesn't know."
"Okay, let me explain it to you."
Zhang Ke said casually:
"Qingzhi, as the acting head of the sect, has to deal with countless incidents, big and small, every day.
If she makes a mistake, there will be great chaos within the sect and even the nine counties of Penglai.
Under the prying eyes of countless people with evil intentions, Qingzhi did not dare to leave Lingxiao Palace for even half a step.
Just like a prisoner, trapped and locked within a radius of tens of feet for thirty years."
Master Shiraishi's heart was shaken violently, and his mood became more and more complicated.
"Think about it, what if you were locked up in one place for thirty years, dealing with complicated and boring things every day.
While you are gathering and laughing with your friends, she is here alone working hard for the development of the sect.
When you admire the beautiful scenery of the red sun and newborn eggs, she will solve the daily needs of 12 million people as soon as she opens her eyes.
But while you are soundly dreaming, she is still holding a candle to make arrangements and plans for many chores tomorrow.
In addition, we also need to balance the chaos caused by you and many other disciples and external covetousness.
Ask yourself whether you can do it if you change.
You always say that you work hard for the sect, but I would like to ask, what achievements have you made?
Could it be the sixteen pictures of the ‘Hero Monument’?
Qingzhi has paid so much for the sect.
Are you all blind and deaf, so you can't see or hear at all?"
The sound was like thunder, vibrating in the ears of every disciple present.
Zhang Keben just spoke softly, but the more he spoke, the more angry he felt in his heart. By the last sentence, he almost roared out.
The unique coercion of the True Monarch of Yuanshen was released with his will, pressing down on the hearts of the more than two hundred people in the palace like a mountain that was about to collapse.
Many disciples felt depressed and breathless, and some disciples who had ghosts in their hearts were frightened out of their wits.
"But even though she has been wronged so much, she is still willing to intercede for you, and even does not hesitate to contradict me with words.
Shiraishi..."
Zhang Ke looked at Master Baishi and said every word:
"Shiraishi, do you owe her an apology?"
Master Shiraishi was speechless, and he was so filled with shame that he wanted to find a crack in the ground and crawl into it.
Facing Xu Qingzhi, he bowed to the ground and said loudly:
"Master Xu, Baishi realizes his mistake and I can't help it!"
As he said that, he suddenly used his magic power to condense a three-foot spiritual light short blade in his right hand, and suddenly slashed his neck with his backhand.
"puff-!"
Shiraishi's head fell straight from his neck to the stone steps.
Blood spurted out from the neck cavity more than three feet high. After a moment, his headless body fell backwards to the ground.
"Ouch! Not good!"
"No! Shiraishi can't!"
When Shiraishi gathered spiritual light in his hands, Chifa and others realized something was wrong, screamed, and a dozen people rushed out.
But Shiraishi was determined to die and took action without any hesitation. When Chi-hair and others rushed forward, Shiraishi's head had already fallen to the ground.
The red-haired master held onto Shiraishi's headless body with trembling hands, letting blood splatter all over him, and fell into great grief.
A faint flash of light flickered from the fingertips of Zhang Ke's right hand and turned into an invisible light film covering Shiraishi's body.
"Ah! Senior Brother Baishi, why are you so stupid, why are you like this, why are you like this~~!"
"Even if you are guilty, your sin will not lead to death!"
"Unfair! Unfair..."
"Yes! We are not convinced that the boss handled this matter unfairly."
"I'm not convinced! I'm not convinced!"
Master Shiraishi's death was so tragic that all the disciples could not feel the sadness of a rabbit dying and a fox dying. They all shouted loudly in the hall due to the same hatred and hatred.
"snort--!"
Just when everyone was making noise, a cold snort pierced into the minds of everyone present like a sharp blade.
Everyone felt a chill in their hearts and gradually closed their mouths.
Zhang Ke suddenly stood up from the leader's seat, walked down the steps step by step, and shouted angrily:
"unfair?
Where is the injustice?”
Zhang Kebai's eyes shot out a foot-long white light, staring coldly at everyone in front of him.
The thunderous voice asked:
"Who is trying to force the sect to marry?
Who conspires with outsiders to persecute fellow disciples?
Who disrupted the unity within the sect?
And who is it that just for the sake of being the acting leader, is it someone who disregards the survival of 12 million people?
explain--!"
The last shout was like a thunder exploding in the hall.
Xu Qingzhi looked at Baishi Zhenren's body in a daze.
She never expected that Zhang Ke would actually let Master Baishi die in the hall.
Master Shiraishi is extremely talented. At this time, he has reached the realm of dragon and tiger. He is the next person in the sect who is most likely to be promoted to the True Lord of Yuanshen.
Even if he made some mistakes, he shouldn't die so worthlessly.
I originally thought that Zhang Ke just wanted to shock the mountain and scare the tigers, and shock Master Baishi, and by the way, clean up the sect's atmosphere.
But he didn't expect that he actually watched Master Shiraishi fall on the spot.
At this moment, for some reason, she felt a chill in her heart even though Zhang Ke was standing up for herself.
'Is such a ruthless and unjust sect really worth what I pay for?'
This is not just her idea, in fact, almost all the hundreds of people in the hall at this moment think so.
But the result was beyond everyone's expectation.
Their clamor and dissatisfaction at this moment are not hiding the panic and fear in their hearts.
Master Shiraishi is dead, who will be next?
The red-haired master placed Shiraishi's head on his neck with trembling hands, and felt very uncomfortable when he saw his eyes closed and peaceful.
Master Shiraishi actually doesn't care about the power of the sect. He only likes to deduce magic techniques and likes to live a normal life like idle clouds and wild cranes.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! It was me who encouraged him to fight for the position of acting leader, which led to today's murderous disaster.
The red-haired master has no objection to Xu Qingzhi, but he is a male chauvinist.
More than once, some friends from other sects ridiculed him for having no one in the "Southern Sect" and actually letting a woman sit on his head and dominate him.
In addition, in recent years, the "Maritime Patrol Department" has become increasingly powerful, and its mentality has also expanded a lot.
Under the temptation of some people with ulterior motives, he pushed Master Shiraishi to compete for the position of that generation's leader.
But this result was something he could never afford.
After a while, the red-haired master stood up, faced Zhang Ke who came closer, and said in a calm tone:
"Excuse me, Master, was it possible to save Senior Brother Baishi just now?"
Zhang Ke nodded and said:
"There's enough time!"
The red-haired real man's drooping hands were clasped together tightly, and the whitened joints showed his complicated mood at this moment.
"Since senior brother's crime is not worthy of death, then why does the leader not save him even though he is dead?"
Zhang Ke was silent for a moment and then said:
"Everyone knows that I saved him, but if I really take action, how can I know whether Shiraishi is really determined to die or is just a pretense?"
The red-haired man was so excited that he couldn't help but grit his teeth and words came out of his mouth one by one.
"So, does the leader just want to see the true feelings of senior brother and then watch him die?"
Zhang Ke sighed and said:
"Exactly!"
As soon as these words came out, all the more than two hundred disciples in the hall showed angry expressions.
Just for the answer in his heart, he could watch his fellow students die in front of him with such indifference.
'Hehe! The leader is really as cold-blooded and ruthless as the legend says!'
More than one person had such thoughts in his mind.
The red-haired master took a deep breath and said calmly:
"Head! It was the disciple's idea for Senior Brother Baishi to compete for the position of Acting Head. I didn't want to end up harming Senior Brother today.
The big mistake is mine, and I am willing to sacrifice my life to atone for my sins together with my senior brother. Please make it happen, Master!"
Zhang Ke glanced at Chifa expressionlessly and said calmly:
"You can die if you want, but once you are fully culpable for your crimes, if you really commit a capital crime, you won't be able to live if you want to.
Don't be pretentious here, since you are the cause of Baishi's death, it is not a pity for you to die!"
The red-haired real man's expression froze, and he stood aside without speaking.
Zhang Ke stood in front of many Jindan disciples, his eyes scanning around the crowd.
"Anyone else who thinks that I am guilty or thinks that I am doing things unfairly can come forward."
Many disciples present looked at each other for a few times, and among the rustling movement, more than fifty people stood in front of Zhang Ke.
Everyone looked directly at Zhang Ke, showing no trace of the past respect and respect.
Zhang Ke looked around and asked:
"Who else?"
There was silence in the hall, no one stood up, but everyone's eyes showed an extremely indifferent look.
Yuan Jinting and Xu Qingzhi, who were standing behind Zhang Ke, also had expressions of unclear meaning.
Seeing that no one came forward, Zhang Ke withdrew his gaze and shouted coldly:
"Where is the protector!"
The patterns of soldiers on the walls surrounding the ninth floor of Lingxiao Palace lit up one by one.
The next second, hundreds of golden-armored gods will leap out from the wall, all neatly clasping their fists and bowing in salute.
"The protector is here!"
Zhang Ke stretched out his hand and pointed at the more than 100 people in front of him who had not yet stepped forward, and shouted sternly:
"Take them all!"
"Here!"
Hundreds of golden-armored god generals flashed their bodies, each took out the forbidden shackles and locked up all the more than a hundred golden elixir disciples.
All the disciples were stunned, but looking at Zhang Ke with a cold face, no one dared to resist.
The red-haired master was also stunned.
'Shouldn't we be the ones arresting ourselves?'
'Why did you arrest all the other people?'
After more than a hundred disciples were taken down, Zhang Kecai said:
"The sect has been seriously infiltrated by foreign enemies this time, and many disciples have betrayed the sect.
In order to facilitate the investigation of Fengchaotai, I will temporarily aggrieve everyone.
When the truth comes out, I will restore everyone’s innocence!”
Then he turned to look at Chifa and the others, and then said:
"You may not be innocent, but since you are willing to admit your mistakes, you can reduce your culpability a bit in the future."
After saying that, he ignored others and squatted directly in front of Shiraishi.
It has taken a lot of time to deal with these matters. Although I have temporarily locked Shiraishi's soul with my power as the 'King of Wheels', I am afraid that it will leave hidden dangers as time goes by.
Take out a gray aura rune box from the Rubik's Cube with your backhand and open it.
A pale, palm-sized flower was revealed in a flowerpot condensed by dead air.
Its roots are as clear-cut as bones, and three cyan leaves like a child's palm are surrounded by a white flower in a triangle shape.
Thirty-six petals are stacked and curled like a peony, and in the center of the flower is curled up a bean-sized baby.
【Resurrection Grass】
A kind of fairy grass that only grows in the dead air of the underworld.
If it is a person who has just died, as long as his soul is still alive, he can take this herb and bring him back from death.
Zhang Ke got this accidentally from the Plain of Bones.
This thing is extremely precious. Even now that Zhang Ke has become the Lord of the Bone Plains, he still only has this [Resurrection Grass] in his hand.
Why he dared to allow Shiraishi to die on the spot was because of this resurrected treasure.
However, the use of this product is extremely harsh and requires people who are in good health and have not exhausted their lifespan to be effective.
Zhang Ke put the [Resurrection Grass] aside.
First, the body of Shiraishi Masato was straightened, and then his head was perfectly aligned with the neck cavity.
Fortunately, when Shiraishi was decapitated, the blade was extremely sharp and the neat cuts could be perfectly aligned.
With a thought, one thousand and twenty-four 'spiritual probes' burst out from between the eyebrows, like a shimmering light that merged into the wound on Shiraishi's neck.
A series of platinum runes condensed into lines under the guidance of the 'spiritual probe', connecting all the blood vessels, meridians, bones, etc. at the wound of Shiraishi.
This is a delicate job. If Zhang Ke didn't have the 'spiritual probe', he would never be able to complete this operation.
After Baishi Zhenren's body was sewn together, Zhang Ke breathed a sigh of relief.
"Just commit suicide. Why cut off the head? The suturing is too laborious."
Hehe, I didn’t expect that today I would also make a guest appearance in the drama of changing heads in a Chinese chat room. It’s interesting, interesting!’
Then he took out three oil lamps and placed them on Shiraishi's head and shoulders to light them.
Everyone in the hall watched Zhang Ke's movements with bated breath, vaguely guessing that he was saving Master Baishi.
However, Master Shiraishi's head was cut off. Can a dead person be saved?
Even gods can't do it, right?
At this moment, everyone present was feeling uneasy and full of curiosity.
Everyone watched Zhang Ke's movements with their eyes.
When the three oil lamps were lit, Zhang Ke sat cross-legged next to Master Baishi.
After adjusting his breath a little, Zhang Ke stretched out his hands and moved them in the air a few times. His left hand passed over the oil lamp above Master Baishi's head, and a little flame was attracted by him.
At the same time, the thumb and little finger of his right hand lit each of the oil lamps on Shiraishi's shoulders, and the two flames were also directed to his fingertips.
Then he closed his hands and flexed and stretched them in hand seals, and three dots of orange flames danced like elves between his fingers.
The red-haired real man stretched his neck and stared at the slightly strange scene in front of him with wide eyes.
The other disciples, including the golden-armored god general, all had the same expression, and no one made a sound.
The red-haired real man's eyes moved with the beating of the flames on Zhang Ke's fingertips, and he felt that Zhang Ke's ten fingers were very agile, as if they had independent lives and thoughts.
After looking at it for a few times, the red-haired real person couldn't help but blink. He was really dazzled by what he saw.
But when he looked at Zhang Ke's fingertips again, he suddenly discovered something strange.
'Huh? Why did four flames appear?'
He had seen clearly before that Zhang Ke clearly wiped out a little flame from each of the three oil lamps.
When he calmed down and counted silently, he suddenly discovered that the flame was not four o'clock but five o'clock.
'Strange thing?'
He didn't believe in evil, because although Zhang Ke's movements were smart and beautiful, he had never separated a single strand of flames.
When he counted silently again, an awe-inspiring scene appeared, and the flames changed from five o'clock to six o'clock.
Out of a practitioner's instinctive accumulation of knowledge, the red-haired master looked at Zhang Ke's technique attentively.
He had a feeling that Zhang Ke's set of handprints might be extraordinary.
He glanced left and right and saw many fellow students with thoughtful expressions on their faces.
It seems that no one is a fool!
The red-haired master shook his head secretly. Just now, everyone seemed to be caring about Zhang Ke, but he forgot about it in an instant.
But he himself is not like this.
If Zhang Ke really has the ability to bring back the dead, then of course he can use death to see a person clearly.
But when he really focused his attention on Zhang Ke's handprint movements, within a few seconds, he felt depressed and felt like vomiting.
The red-haired master realized that this kind of knowledge was not within his own grasp.
He immediately turned his head and no longer watched Zhang Ke's actions, but looked at the real Shiraishi lying on the ground.
After another ten seconds, a faint whining sound suddenly came from the hall, as if there was an innocent soul crying and wailing in the hall.
The red-haired master couldn't help but shudder.
Beads of sweat appeared on Zhang Ke's forehead, and he quickly flexed and stretched his hands to activate the power of the netherworld, until a little flame flashed on the tips of his ten fingers.
Three flames popped up from the chakra fingers of his left hand and lit on Shiraishi's eyebrows, heart, and dantian.
Three souls return!
Immediately afterwards, the remaining two flames flew out from his left hand with shaking hands. At the same time, five flames flew out from his right hand. A total of seven flames gathered in the air to form a mysterious pattern and sunk into Shiraishi's chest.
The seven souls are immobilized!
This wasn't the end yet, Zhang Ke then pinched the root of the Death Qi Flower Lantern [Resurrection Grass] with the index finger of his right hand.
Thirty-six pale petals fell off from the rhizome at the same time.
Zhang Ke moved his left hand, and many petals flew up without wind and stuck to the center of Shiraishi's eyebrows, and once again condensed into a layered flower shape.
At the same time, Zhang Ke held the [Resurrection Grass] between the two fingers of his right hand and pointed it directly at the center of Shiraishi's eyebrows.
Just as it came close to Shiraishi's eyebrows, the lonely, curled-up baby at the large bean stamen on the root suddenly unfolded, as if it was stretching.
The next second,
The big baby then dispersed into a ray of red light and blended into the center of Shiraishi's eyebrows.
"call--!"
At this moment, the ten orange-red flames on Shiraishi's body suddenly turned into green.
"Hoo~ho~ho~!"
The green flames moved automatically without wind, constantly expanding and contracting, beating as regularly as a heart.
Then it was integrated into Shiraishi's body bit by bit.
Zhang Ke sat cross-legged on the ground to regain his energy, closed his eyes and silently counted the time with his fingers.