After the middle-aged man finished speaking, the next moment, the crowd started talking:
"Is it Supreme Elder Lingxu? The one in front of him is Mo Fan, right?"
"Sure enough, Wuhua Que is here too. He should be here on behalf of Annan Wang Ji Ping, right?"
"I seem to have seen Wu Yazi from Tianji Sect."
"Abbot Wuji is also there! Everyone has come out..."
A monk from the Sword Sect crossed his arms, smacked his lips, and said leisurely:
"Sword Sect Wuhua Palace? Heavenly cultivators and human cultivators? I'm afraid there will be a good show now..."
Mo Fan?
When this familiar name appeared in his ears again, Su Bei was stunned. When he saw the appearance of the man who suddenly appeared clearly, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Su Bei turned around, and Yao watched Xiao Ruoqing and Mo Li's reactions with interest. After all, in his impression, this 'son of luck' who should have received the lunch early actually had a role.
And it seems...it seems like the role is not low.
Su Bei did not hide his smile deliberately. Mo Fan frowned and looked in the direction of the sound. He saw a man with white hair smiling secretly there, and he felt a little angry for a moment.
Ever since I became the Holy Son of Wuhuaque, no one has ever been so rude to me.
But for some reason, the white-haired man in front of me looked familiar. He seemed to be that person...
But when he thought that he could not die anymore outside Nandu City, he immediately shook his head and dismissed this idea.
It's very possible that these two women found a pretty boy who looked exactly like him somewhere.
He simply ignored it, then looked at Xiao Ruoqing and the two of them, gritted his teeth, and said with a strange tone:
"Tsk tsk tsk, who do I think it is? It turns out to be two senior sisters..."
"Sure enough, only the two senior sisters can wield swords in the pure land of Jinzuting Buddhism."
"Hey, I never thought that after so many years, you would still look so disgusting."
"Bite the first sight, just like a beast..."
Mo Fan had deep resentment towards the people of the Sword Sect, especially Xiao Ruoqing, Mo Li and others. Back then in Nandu, if it hadn't been for the two of them instigating a relationship between him and his fellow Sword Sect members, he would not have been kicked out.
Sword Sect!
When he thought of this, Mo Fan licked the corners of his dry mouth, clenched his fists, and continued:
"You even brought a pretty boy in here. Do you really think Jin Zuting is some kind of pub? Anyone can enter?"
"..."
However, in Mo Fan's imagination, the angry look of the two women did not appear. They even just glanced at him indifferently, then passed by, and then stared at Ling Xu behind him.
Mo Fan's eyes widened, filled with anger.
That’s it again!
When I was in the Sword Sect, the two people looked at me like this, always as calm as water, their eyes full of teasing and disdain.
As long as the two women die, their inner demons will never be eradicated.
"Presumptuous! I'm talking to you."
Mo Fan took a deep breath, stepped forward and shouted.
Mo Li seemed to finally hear the roar of the man in front of him. He leaned on the hilt of his sword with both hands, glanced at him, and pretended to be surprised:
"Oh, it turns out to be the famous headmaster Mo Fan of Wuhua Palace."
"I have admired you for a long time."
As soon as Mo Li finished speaking, everyone in Jin Zuting stared in Mo Fan's direction with shocked expressions.
Even Xiao Ruoqing and Su Bei, who were watching the excitement, were obviously stunned and didn't understand why Mo Li suddenly said this.
Even Abbot Wuji of Jin Zuting raised his eyebrows and looked at Mo Fan with some surprise.
Mo Fan choked for a moment, and then he clearly noticed Ling Xu behind him looking at him with an unkind look. He coughed, stepped forward and said coldly:
"What Headmaster! What nonsense are you talking about?"
"You are blatantly trying to sow discord between Nanguo and Wuhuaque..."
Ling Xu snorted heavily, forcibly interrupted Mo Fan's words, and said dissatisfiedly:
"Fairy Mo, please pay attention to your words and deeds. Mo Fan is the Holy Son of the Nanhuang Sect. He is just a good friend of Wu Hua Que. How can the Master of Wu Hua Que say anything about it?"
Mo Li fiddled with the hilt of the sword in his hand, seemingly indifferent to Ling Xu's words.
Then he walked lightly to Xiao Ruoqing's side, stretched out his hand and patted her cheek under her puzzled gaze.
Xiao Ruoqing was instantly angry and slapped Mo Li's hand away. She frowned and said coldly:
"what are you doing?"
Mo Li was about the same height as Xiao Ruoqing, but the flying height at this time was different, so visually she was a little taller. She leaned sideways, leaned on Xiao Ruoqing's shoulder, and whispered:
"Stupid woman, don't get jealous every day."
"Watch well and study hard."
Xiao Ruoqing: "?"
Mo Li turned around, with his back to Xiao Ruoqing, and looked at the monks watching, paused, and said with a slight smile:
"The so-called Holy Son Mo Fan is the name given to the disciples of the Nanhuang Sect. However, now that he is in Wuhua Palace, although he does not have the authority to teach in Wuhua Palace, he still has the right to teach..."
Before Mo Li could finish his words, Ling Xu had already snorted heavily and forcibly interrupted Mo Li's words.
This sound was as if it were real. Waves of spiritual energy ripples reverberated in the courtyard, causing snow to fall all over the sky.
The spiritual energy around Ling Xu condensed on Mo Li's body in an instant, and the terrifying spiritual energy caused her to take several steps back in an instant.
A mouthful of blood spilled from the corner of her mouth, her face turned a little pale, and she groaned.
Su Bei frowned, and just as he was about to take action to protect Mo Li, he heard the sound of "Amitabha", and then a handsome monk seemed to walk out of the picture and appeared in the wild snow.
The snow is getting heavier.
"Is it Abbot Wuwei of Dunkong Pavilion?"
"He actually came down the mountain!
The monks present who knew this person's identity all looked at the scene in front of them with solemn expressions.
Each of the four holy places of Buddhism is inaccessible to each other, but at this time, Abbot Wuwei appeared in Jin Zuting,
Who did he come for... His flaws are already revealed.
Before Su Bei could take action, Wuwei glanced at Su Bei intentionally or unintentionally, and then said:
"Sir Lingxu, you must listen to what others say in everything. You are the supreme elder of Wuhua Palace. You are one of the few monks who have overcome the tribulation in this world. You should have a big heart and a tolerance for others."
"Even if you are an elder, Fairy Mo Li is from Bujian Peak and is definitely not an ordinary junior. How can you forcefully interrupt her?"
As Wuwei spoke, the pressure around Mo Li disappeared instantly, and the flying snow that danced wildly in the sky no longer dispersed.
Wuji, who had been sitting on the futon, suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Wuwei who suddenly appeared.
When it comes to the reputation within Buddhism, Wuwei is slightly higher than Wuji.
In fact, after there is no Buddha in Buddhism, the one in Buddhism who is qualified to unify Buddhism and become the next Buddha is not Wuji, but Wuwei who has been hiding in the Kongting Pavilion.
After Wuwei opened his mouth, Lingxu took a deep look at Wuji. He couldn't rashly refute, so he could only stay silent for the time being.
Mo Li nodded towards Wuwei, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked around.
King Zhenbei appeared at some point, and behind him was Ao Yu, who had been punched by him.
She took a deep breath and continued:
"Since all of you are here today, it is clear to me that back then, my master and Nanhuang fought fiercely over Nandu for several days, and among them, there was Ji Ruqinglong, the headmaster of Wuhuaque, on Nanhuang's side."
"It was also in that battle that Ji Ruqinglong was severely injured. I wonder what you think?"
All the monks in the courtyard nodded.
There is nothing to say about the facts of that year.
Mo Li smiled and continued:
"Because of this, it is said that Mo Fan is the headmaster of Wuhua Palace."
"Ji Ruqinglong has always had a good relationship with the Southern Emperor. Now that he has been severely injured and has to go into seclusion, it will be difficult for him to take charge of things in Wuhua Palace."
"So the Southern Emperor sent the so-called disciple Mo Fan. During these hundreds of years, he hid behind the scenes and took charge of Wuhuaque. He was a lackey of the Southern Emperor. The people of Wuhuaque also treated him for many years because of the Southern Emperor.
Forbearance.”
"And because the Southern Emperor did not restrain Mo Fan's actions and let it go, it further fueled his arrogance and made him act more and more unscrupulously. In the end, he used various means to confuse the three kings of the Eastern Kingdom!"
"It directly caused the Eastern Kingdom to fall into pieces, and shouted out the crazy words to divide the world into four!"
"After doing so many things, can't Mo Fan still be called the Master of Wuhuaque?"
"..."
As soon as Mo Li said this, needles could be heard in the entire courtyard. No matter whether it was a celestial cultivator or a human cultivator, no one dared to make any rash comments on this matter.
Mo Fan didn't dare to breathe. He stared at the looks of all the forces in the courtyard anxiously, with cold sweat dripping down his back, and he argued in a panic:
"I...she slandered me!"
"How can I have such great power? How dare I..."
"I have always done my duty. I will do whatever your Majesty asks me to do..."
"..."
The monks present were all human beings, and of course they knew that Mo Li was exaggerating. How could a little Mo Fan do such a thing? How could he dare without Nan Huang's instructions?
But why don’t you know that Mo Li is using Mo Fan’s incident to openly raise a table with Nanhuang?
Not only did he accuse the Southern Kingdom of interfering in the domestic affairs of the Eastern Kingdom, he also directly named the Southern Emperor...
Three hundred years have passed since the bloody catastrophe. What does Mo Li mean by saying this now?
At this time, the only person qualified to speak was Lingxu, the Supreme Elder of Wuhua Palace.
He stared at Mo Li with a gloomy face for a long time, then slowly said:
"Fairy Mo Li, who did you hear this from? I really need to ask you for advice, how can you fabricate such an unfounded thing so cleverly?"
Li Zijun, who had been beside Su Bei, calmed down at this moment, staring at Mo Li with eyes full of disbelief.
How on earth did she dare?
Are you saying this today on the 100th birthday of the son of King Zhenbei? Is she crazy? If these people want to get rid of her at all costs, how can they escape just because she has just entered the realm of Hedao?
unless……
Thinking of this, Li Zijun glanced slightly at Su Bei, who was still calm, and once again thought of everything Mo Li had done recently and all the weird things, a bold idea suddenly came to his mind.
Her eyebrows jumped wildly, and she was shocked by her bold guess!
Master wants to use Ji Nanjue’s banner... to put an end to the Three Kings’ Rebellion? To ascend the throne??
…
Mo Li looked at Ling Xu and smiled:
"Whether this matter is unprovoked or not, Elder Lingxu must know it well. As for who told me, I have no obligation to tell you. I am just thinking that although Wuhua Que was an ally of the Southern Kingdom a hundred years ago, it is now affiliated with
Southland.”
"Then the Jin Zuting in the future may not just be the Jin Zuting... the entire Buddhism?"
As soon as these words came out, everyone's eyes immediately turned towards Wuji.
This time, on the 100th birthday of King Zhenbei’s son, Wuhuaque’s people appeared on King Zhenbei’s invitation list. It’s self-evident...
Ling Xu still had some skills in cultivating his body and energy. He stared at Mo Li coldly and continued:
"Fairy Mo Li, do you know the consequences of saying this?"
Mo Li smiled faintly, fiddled with the long sword in his hand and said:
"I don't know the consequences, but as far as I know, a few days ago, Elder Lingxu, Ji Tongzhi and some special monks had a dispute with Queen Lin outside Zhenbei Pass."
"I don't know whether I will win or lose?"
Ling Xu raised his eyebrows, waved his hand and said:
"I wonder where Fairy Mo Li heard this from?"
Mo Li took a step forward and said calmly:
"The elder only needs to answer me, but is there anything wrong with that?"
Without waiting for Lingxu's reply, Abbot Wuwei said:
"Elder Lingxu was not in Wuhuaque a few days ago. Someone once saw Elder Lingxu in Beizhi Mountain, not far from Zhenbeiguan."
"..."
Ling Xu's face changed slightly and he snorted coldly:
"Even if this happens? So what?"
Mo Li smiled and said:
"Now that I want to admit it, then all this will be easier to handle. I just want to ask Elder Lingxu, as a person from Wuhuaque, why do you appear in Beizhi Mountain outside Zhenbeiguan?"
Ling Xu was shocked and thought of Mo Li's intention, but it was too late. He was in a dilemma and had to answer:
"Does Fairy Moli still not allow me to go to Beizhi Mountain?"
Mo Li shook his head and said:
"Of course not, I'm just wondering why Elder Lingxu showed up when Ji Tongzhi was attacking Zhenbeiguan? If this is a coincidence, is it too much of a coincidence?"
"The Southern Emperor is now in the Western Wilderness. It is not difficult to find out. I have said before that there are some special monks around Elder Lingxu."
"..."
Lingxu remained silent.
Mo Li paused, his eyes instantly swept over Ling Xu sharply, and then he stared straight at King Zhenbei!
"Elder Lingxu has nothing to say. It just so happens that King Zhenbei is also present at this moment."
King Zhenbei narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Mo Li in the sky with his hands behind his back, wondering what she was going to say.
"Since Elder Lingxu doesn't want to speak, I will assume that Elder Lingxu has acquiesced to this matter today, so I want to ask..."
"Ji Bei Wang!
Previously, Mo Li spoke eloquently, without slowness or speed, giving people a sense of calm spring water, but suddenly he yelled out the name of King Zhenbei. At this sentence, his voice suddenly became louder, like thunder on the ground! Let's
All the monks in the courtyard were silent.
Only then did everyone wake up. It turned out that Mo Li’s real target was actually King Zhenbei!
"Why do you, the majestic King of Zhenbei of Dongfeng Ancient Kingdom, allow the Southern Emperor to follow his orders? Have you forgotten that this country is owned by Ji Nanjue, but how much does it include, your father! The hard work of the Supreme Emperor?!"
Mo Li took a step forward, the sword in his hand buzzed and trembled!
The heavy snow in the sky suddenly stopped in mid-air.
She took a step forward again and shouted in a deep voice:
"Lingxu! The Southern Emperor colluded with the Xihuang monks to swallow up our twenty-one states. What else do you have to say?"
"I have seduced Ji Tongzhi and puppeted Ji Pingsheng! Now I want to seduce Ji Beiwang!"
"
"Today, only a corner of Zhenbei City is left in the Eastern Kingdom. Isn't it divided into four parts of the world?!"
"The people of the Twenty-one Prefectures have an insatiable hatred for the Western Wilderness. Have you all forgotten the disaster that happened to all races back then?!"
"Who in the world is talking nonsense?"
"Who is so ambitious in this world?"
"The heaven and the earth can be used as a guide! The sun and the moon are shining brightly, the people are devastated, and the people are hanging upside down. Who is responsible for this!?"
"Do the twenty-one states want to experience the blood-hate catastrophe thousands of years ago again?!"