Abbot Kongyuan nodded and said: "Yes, the Buddha's mudra I just made not only damaged his skull, but also turned his brain into paste. His whole body was considered useless and he would never wake up. You can
Don’t worry.”
Granny Yun said happily: "Thanks to Brother Yuan's personal action, my great revenge can be avenged. Thank you for your hard work."
It was obvious that their relationship was anything but ordinary and that there had been a romantic time.
Unfortunately, God doesn't fulfill people's wishes, and they are destined to be destined but not destined.
Abbot Kongyuan had already converted to Buddhism. As the best disciple, he could not give Granny Yun, whose real name was Yun Nishang, a future, so he could only bear the pain and separate, and eventually they were separated.
Later, they all achieved great success. One of them became the abbot of Zhaoling Temple, and he was an eminent monk.
The other one is the head of Feiyun Pavilion, and he is also famous and can be called a great master.
They kept secrets about what happened back then, keeping it deep in their hearts, as if it was a secret that only the two of them knew.
If Granny Yun hadn't cut off one of her arms, which made Abbot Kongyuan extremely heartbroken and vowed to punish the murderer, she wouldn't have come here in person.
After all, the friendship back then was unforgettable, so Abbot Kongyuan carefully planned to let Granny Yun lure the snake out of the hole and trick Lu Fan into arriving here, which was tantamount to throwing himself into a trap.
Now that Lu Fan was successfully punished, Abbot Kongyuan said in the face of Granny Yun's praise: "There is no need to be polite between us. I know in my heart that you have been wronged for so many years."
These words brought tears to Granny Yun's eyes. She was very moved and whispered: "With your words, I am satisfied."
Abbot Kongyuan was afraid that there would be another turmoil in his heart, so he hurriedly said: "It's getting late. I'm going back to rest. I'll ask Hongcheng to come over and listen to your instructions and settle down the couple."
Granny Yun promised: "I understand, I will take care of it next." m.gΟиЪ.ōΓＧ
As Abbot Kongyuan opened the door and left, a moment later, a middle-aged monk walked in, who was the former's favorite disciple. He came closer and followed Granny Yun's instructions to pick up Lu Fan.
Even though Granny Yun only had one arm, she was still extremely strong and could easily carry the graceful Xiang Tingna and walked out with Hongcheng.
At night, the two masters came to the back mountain. There was a natural cave on the slope, and they walked in one after another.
After walking for more than ten meters, a large iron gate appeared, locked with an iron chain, and three large gray characters were written in paint above the gate.
"Death Prison!"
As Granny Yun used the key to open the lock, she pushed open the heavy iron door.
When the two of them entered it, it was indeed similar to a prison cell. It was dark, damp, and had a musty smell, which made people feel very uncomfortable.
Lu Fan and Xiang Tingna, who had become prisoners and were unconscious, were placed on the ground. Granny Yun's eyes flashed with gloating, and she said solemnly: "Little beast, you deserve to die for what you did, just live and die here.
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Hongcheng said: "It's a pity that a very outstanding man and woman, who are the best in the martial arts of the Dragon Kingdom, are now disabled for life. They don't deserve it!"
Granny Yun curled her lips and said, "You deserve it. Whoever dares to act recklessly and dare to go against this leader will definitely not end well."
While talking, the two people came out, locked the big iron door, and quickly left the place.
The next morning, lanterns were decorated inside and outside the main hall of Feiyun Pavilion, and the wedding ceremony was held here. This shows that the Haichuan Sect is full of sincerity and has given Granny Yun enough face.
Masters from various sects gathered together and watched with interest.
Many young disciples felt a burst of envy and jealousy, sighing in their hearts that such a beautiful flower was stuck in cow dung.