The arrival of people from Lingyu Temple means that they want to thoroughly investigate Miaohong's life and death.
Regardless of whether Su Han has anything to do with Miao Hong's death, he will be taken away by Ling Yuan Temple for investigation.
The calming mantra of rebirth has been resounding over Cangyun City.
Countless ordinary people walked out of their homes one after another, and the pious people knelt down and kowtowed with their hands clasped together.
Those who had the heart to worship the Buddha also bowed and worshiped.
At the same time, those warriors who watched the covenant competition in the martial arts arena turned their attention to the direction of the city lord's palace.
"Master Miaohong is a soul-gathering martial lord, and he will die if he wants to. Lingyuan Temple has made the whole city resound with the rebirth curse. I'm afraid it won't be a good thing!"
"That person from Motian League is not an easy person. There is most likely a golden body of Dharma sitting behind him. How dare Lingyuan Temple go against him?"
"Why don't you dare?
Haven't you heard that the abbot of Lingyuan Temple was once a disciple of the Holy Spiritual Shrine?
Even the golden body of Dharma has to give a small amount of face to the sacred land of the spirit.
However, the one from the Motian League obviously did not take any action, and the death of Master Miaohong should have nothing to do with him, but some harsh criticism cannot be avoided."
"That's true."
For a time, the entire Cangyun City was worshiping Buddha and talking about it.
"The people from Lingyuan Temple came so quickly!"
With a thought in Ye Chen's mind, he subconsciously looked towards Yi Rou and the old woman.
It was probably one of these two people who passed on the news, so Lingyuan Temple was able to arrive within one day.
Everyone looked at Su Han with a hint of weirdness in their eyes, and a few people even had a hint of schadenfreude in their eyes.
"Brother Shi, the headmaster should be arriving soon."
Qiao Yuan suddenly smiled.
Su Han heard this and nodded with a smile.
Yi Rou and the old woman were all startled, with a solemn look flashing in their eyes. They did not expect that Qiao Yuan would also send a message to the Seven Immortals Sect.
If the Master of the Seven Immortals Sect came in person, things would not be so kind this time.
Even if it was Ye Cangyun's face, Lingyu Temple and Seven Immortals Sect would not give it to him.
No matter how strong Ye Cangyun is, he is only the Yuan Shen Wu Zun.
The sound of the rebirth mantra became stronger and stronger.
Gradually, many juniors with low cultivation levels felt their faces turn red, their blood and energy boiling in their bodies, and they felt like they were vomiting blood.
"Abbot Lingyuan, the death of Master Miaohong has nothing to do with anyone. I ask Abbot Lingyuan to calm down."
Ye Cangyun suddenly said.
The sound came from the city lord's palace under the agitation of Gang Qi. In an instant, everyone seemed to feel that the rebirth curse in their ears became quieter.
Just a few breaths later, the death curse became more intense. Su Han frowned slightly, stood up and walked out of the hall.
"Miaohong is dead when he is dead. Take the body back and bury it properly. What kind of death mantra should you recite on someone else's land?"
Or during eating, as a monk, don’t you understand this bit of politeness?”
When Qiao Yuan and others saw Su Han walking out of the hall, they quickly followed him out. However, when they heard Su Han shouting loudly, their expressions became a little strange.
"Amitabha!"
A Buddha chant sounded.
The voice of the Rebirth Mantra was a little quieter, and then everyone saw eighteen monks in floating robes gathering from all directions, and then slowly landed in the city lord's mansion.
The leader, the old monk, was covered with Buddha's light, but his appearance was like a monkey wearing a cassock.
"Abbot Ling Yuan and the Eighteen Vajra Monks of Ling Yuan Temple..." When everyone saw this, they knew that Ling Yuan Temple had brought the strongest force.
Miaohong was once one of the Eighteen Vajra Monks.
The leader is none other than the abbot of Lingyuan Temple, a powerful martial king in the early stage of Yuan Nirvana.
The other seventeen monks were old and young, and their cultivation levels were high and low. The lowest was concentration, and the highest surpassed Ye Cangyun and reached the realm of divine transformation.
But there is only one divine transformation warrior! This divine transformation monk’s eyes moved and he suddenly stretched out his hand in a certain direction.
Immediately afterwards, Miaohong's body was taken over by Gang Qi and suspended in front of everyone.
Seeing this, the monks clasped their hands together and chanted sutras in a low voice again.
The rebirth mantra sounded again.
"Abbott the Spiritual Ape!"
Ye Cangyun's face showed a solemn look.
The other party ignored him.
This time, because everyone was very close, even Ye Cangyun felt a terrifying pressure when the Rebirth Mantra sounded.
Phew! A monk suddenly fell to the ground with a thud.
"Junior brother?"
The other monks immediately stopped reciting the Rebirth Mantra and looked at the monk in astonishment.
That monk had the lowest cultivation level among the eighteen Vajra monks. He was only in the late stage of concentration, but he was also the youngest among the eighteen! He was also the close disciple of Abbot Ling Yuan! "Why did he die suddenly?"
"Just like Miaohong, you can't see the wound at all!"
"What's going on?"
Everyone was suddenly startled.
The next moment, Yi Rou and others' eyes subconsciously fell on Su Han, and their hearts were filled with surprise and uncertainty.
Could it be him?
No way! With the King of Martial Arts, Abbot of the Spirit Ape, present, how could the other party quietly kill an Eighteen Vajra Monk?
"It seems that Cangyun City is destined to your Lingyuan Temple. This eminent monk should have passed away on the spot like Miaohong and went to the west to meet the Buddha."
Su Han smiled.
The expressions of all the monks suddenly changed. The abbot of Lingyuan Temple with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks looked Su Han up and down, and suddenly clasped his hands together and said: "Miaohong and Miaojue died strangely. I would like to ask the donor to follow us back to Lingyuan Temple in front of the Buddha.
Describe this matter in detail so that they can become Buddhas with their eyes closed."
"Master, the deaths of Miaohong and Miaojue must be related to this son."
The only god-transformed monk stared at Su Han, his eyes like those of a wolf that chooses people to devour.
"You are funny. I have been standing here from beginning to end, several feet away from Master Miaojue. You think my death is related to him?"
Su Han laughed and said, "You talk nonsense like this in broad daylight. Don't you think everyone present is blind?"
"Donor, some people say that you are a fire doctor. Is this true?"
Abbot Ling Yuan smiled.
"Have a rough idea of this."
Su Han smiled lightly and nodded.
"The fire doctor wants to poison a Soul Gathering Martial Lord silently. It is difficult to say, but it is not difficult to say."
Abbot Ling Yuan smiled and said: "Only the donor and Lao Na can return to Ling Yuan Temple to clarify this matter.
Donor, please rest assured that my Buddha is merciful and if the benefactor has nothing to do with the deaths of Miaohong and Miaojue, I will not embarrass the benefactor."
"Abbott the Spirit Ape."
Ye Cangyun suddenly said, "Everyone witnessed the death of Master Miaohong and Master Miaojue, and this matter indeed has nothing to do with Mr. Shi.
Besides, this is also the Cangyun City of the Immortal Burial Dynasty. As the city lord, I cannot let Abbot Ling Yuan take away the guests of my city lord’s palace without permission. I ask the abbot for your forgiveness.”
"oh?"
Abbot Ling Yuan smiled and said, "Cang Yun City Lord, can you stop me?"
An aura of King Yuan Nirvana burst out instantly.
Ye Cangyun took a few steps back, a trace of blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth.
Lao Qi quickly stepped forward, supported Ye Cangyun, and then looked at Abbot Ling Yuan with cold eyes.
This look was like looking at a dead person.
At this time, a hearty laughter sounded: "Abbot Lingyuan, why are you so angry!"