Geng Huamao's temperament changed drastically, and Saint Qinghong could understand it.
After all, in this ancient world where resources are scarce and intrigues are everywhere, if Geng Huamao had always been a hothouse flower with an easy-going personality, sooner or later something would happen.
Therefore, Saint Qinghong said nothing on the surface about his change, but he still approved of it in his heart.
Only by becoming ruthless can you obtain more resources, live longer, and become stronger in this world.
"You are serious. Your senior brothers and sisters will definitely be happy for you if they know it." Saint Qinghong nodded.
Geng Huamao, on the other hand, glanced at the saint whose expression became gentle, and he breathed a sigh of relief. The prerequisite for him to dare to admit his mistakes was the saint's caring heart. All six brothers and sisters were dead. These brothers and sisters,
They are all the most beloved disciples of the Supreme Being.
And he is the only remaining one among these disciples, and he is also the one who has accompanied the saint for the longest time. With this relationship, the saint will definitely not do anything to him.
This is also his bargaining chip.
"Master, in addition to visiting you this time, there is one more thing I want to tell you." Geng Huamao continued to lower his head and said.
"Say it." The saint nodded.
"Early this morning, the disciple saw Junior Brother Xiang Rongxuan going out with an outsider without a saint certificate. At that time, I was worried that Junior Brother would suffer a loss, so I followed him all the way. Soon they passed through a mountain range and found that they came to a spiritual vein. At that time, the disciple
I thought that my junior brother had betrayed the saint and discovered the spiritual veins but did not report it, so I was furious and set up an ambush... Now that I think about it afterwards, it seems that this should not be the case, so I still ask the master to punish me!" Geng Huamao said.
"Oh?" Saint Qinghong responded, but did not say whether to punish or not. He just said calmly: "How things happened, you can freely consider it in your heart. I won't say more. Everyone has a ruler in their heart.
When weighing right and wrong, you know who is right and who is wrong in this matter."
"Master..." Geng Huamao was stunned for a moment. There was something behind the words of this saintly master. Could it be that the master already knew what happened? Thinking of the power of the great saint, he couldn't help but feel a little flustered.
He has not reached the realm of a saint, so he does not know the things that a saint can perceive, nor the abilities of a saint.
I only know that the saint's movements can bring about the laws of heaven and earth, and he can move mountains and fill seas with just a move of his fingers.
So can the saint be aware of the past and present? Or things thousands of miles away? Maybe, maybe not. Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, and finally he knelt on the ground: "Disciple deserves to die. I did become greedy at that time. Only then did I
After a sneak attack on Junior Brother Xiang, I know that my crime deserves death, and I dare not ask for forgiveness from Master, but before I do that, I want to take a last look at the tombstones of my senior brothers and sisters, and toast a glass of wine in front of them."
Having said this, he lamented again: "I can no longer serve Master in the future. I am ashamed of Master's teachings."
After saying that, he took out a sword of innate spiritual treasure and was about to cut off his own life.
When Saint Qinghong saw this scene, he let out a sigh, pointed his finger, and the innate spiritual treasure fell directly to the ground. Geng Huamao showed no change on the surface, but he was ecstatic in his heart.
The saint...forgave him.
"This matter is over now, you can go back." Next, Saint Qinghong's words confirmed what Geng Huamao was thinking.
He quickly thanked me and said, "Thank you Master for your forgiveness. I will definitely change my mind after I return and teach my brothers and sisters with all my heart in the future."
"Well, let's go down." Saint Qinghong waved his hand and stopped talking.
Geng Huamao's eyes flashed and he exited this small world.
When he came outside and walked out of the palace, thin cold sweat broke out on his forehead. Fortunately, it was okay. Since the saint said it was okay, it really was okay.
Outside the city.
Xiang Rongxuan, Wang Shuo, and Yun Youyou quickly flew back and landed under the city gate.
The monk guarding the city gate saw Xiang Rongxuan and saluted quickly. Xiang Rongxuan nodded without even looking at these people. Instead, he found a place for Wang Shuo and Yun Youyou to rest, and said to Wang Shuo: "I want to do this.
I will go back and report to Master that I will not accompany you anymore. You should rest well here and it is best not to run around."
"Okay, I understand." Wang Shuo nodded, stretched, and walked towards a room. Yun Youyou also glanced at Wang Shuo and found a room by himself.
More than a day passed quickly. On the evening of the next day, Xiang Rongxuan came back. His face was not very good. He sat beside the stone table outside. He held several jars of wine in his hand and drank it by himself.
He didn't use any rules to dispel the alcohol's power, and he drank like this for more than an hour, one jar after another appearing in his hand.
After drinking until late at night, Wang Shuo came out and gradually stopped.
Seeing him like this, Wang Shuo knew that he must have reported it to the saint, but the saint did not give him justice.
This world has always been unfair.
"I went to see the saint." Xiang Rongxuan said.
"Well, the saint didn't punish Geng Huamao, right?" Wang Shuo said with a smile.
Xiang Rongxuan, "Yes, the sage taught me that I must be fair when I am a person. When I am a deacon in the execution hall, I must keep a bowl of water even. I cannot lean to any side, otherwise something will happen. I have always believed it to be the truth! But..."
"There is nothing but, the world is like this. Saints are also human beings, and they will also have selfish motives. You can't be too stubborn, otherwise you will easily suffer losses. Just pretend that this matter never happened, otherwise you will only ask for trouble if you pursue it."
Wang Shuodao.
Xiang Rongxuan said, "I know, but I can't swallow this breath. Half of the spine on my back is still empty. The hatred between me and Geng Huamao will not end like this. Tomorrow I will take you to see the saint and find out the soul."
"Mai, both you and Yun Youyou have contributed. I can't take advantage of it alone. When the time comes, I can help you get an approval from the saint."
"Okay! Thank you very much." Wang Shuo nodded, as if remembering something, and asked: "How many people do you know? Or how much history do you know?"
"People you know? History? What do you want to say?" Xiang Rongxuan looked at him strangely.
"Oh, it's nothing, I just want you to help find a few people." Wang Shuo shrugged.
"Looking for someone? This is a trivial matter. I don't know many forces, but there are many people who know me. If I open my mouth, I believe many people are willing to give me a favor. It is very simple to find a few people. As for the history of ancient prehistoric times, although I don't know
I'm clear, but you can find someone who is clear about it." Xiang Rongxuan didn't care, picked up the wine jar, and drank a few more sips.
Wang Shuo actually doesn't agree very much with Xiang Rongxuan's character. Such a person may live well under the protection of a saint. He is also a good candidate to be the head of the execution hall. But if he goes outside, he may be
Nine times out of ten, something is going to happen.