Zhou Yi thought for a moment and said: "When you came to the Xu Mansion more than two years ago, Mr. Xu was still in Chang'an, the capital. He was in control and as stable as Mount Tai. You Yinmen's layout and planning were quite impressive. It only took more than two years to overthrow him.
What happened next? Why didn’t you take action during those days when Mr. Xu returned home? Were you worried about the master behind him?"
Xiangzhu shook his head, with a trace of struggle in his eyes: "That's not entirely true. My master once told me that more than ten years ago, my biological father was killed by Xu Gong, and his entire family was exterminated. But in the past two years, I have secretly investigated, but...
Found that this was not the case. So..."
"You want to continue investigating the cause of your biological father's death, but you are afraid of the Yin Sect's power, so you seek the protection of the young monk?"
As soon as Zhou Yi finished speaking, something strange suddenly occurred in his heart.
A sound of footsteps with a certain rhythm floated from the distance outside the building, and in a blink of an eye, they were under the pine tree on the side.
The man is wearing Tsing Yi, tall and thin, with a stooped back and slightly curly hair.
It is the young slave who has become the friend of the toad - the intestinal slave.
But today, his lowered eyes were brighter and brighter than ever before, containing murderous intent.
Zhou Yi whispered the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, who is at your feet?"
The "Intestinal Slave" moved his ears, his eyes moved from the fragrant beads to the monk opposite, and the corner of his mouth opened in a sarcastic arc, as if he was sneering.
"Zhao Zhu, you have been unwilling to take action, and you have indeed betrayed the master. Who gave you such courage? Is this a pretty boy a fake monk?"
In the small building, Xiangzhu stiffened and looked at the "intestinal slave" who was transmitting the message to him in disbelief.
To be precise, it was the person who disguised himself as an intestinal slave.
"Master...Uncle?"
"You little bitch, do you still know it's me?"
The hidden master disguised as an intestinal slave slowly straightened his back.
Under the afternoon sun, he looked like a sword that had just been sharpened.
The momentum of the sky is like the light coming out of the box.
It came through the air and pressed towards the small building.
The fragrant beads that stick straight to the front are like a boat, a small boat in the huge waves, the figure is trembling and swaying in the turbulent air.
"Watching the soul?"
Xiangzhu's face turned pale and she murmured in a low voice with great difficulty.
Among the warriors in the Tang Dynasty, those who have reached the third stage of Qi Sensing and Soul Contemplation are already well-deserved top masters.
Among the hidden sects, she knew of less than one master of soul-watching, and they were all second-generation elders.
Among the three generations, her uncle was the most talented.
"Hmph, my eyesight is not bad. Although I am not yet a soul-watcher, I am not far away from being a soul-watcher."
The man downstairs' eyes flashed, and he said calmly: "Zhao Zhu, you betrayed the master, and now you have only two choices. You were captured by a certain person and taken back to the door, where you were tortured by skinning and breaking bones, and then you were thrown into the cliff to try your luck.
Or...Master, I have always been optimistic about you. As long as you are willing to be my concubine and treat me wholeheartedly from now on, I will hide this matter for you.
how?"
Xiangzhu was filled with anger.
Skinning, breaking bones, and throwing him into a cliff were said to be a matter of luck, but in reality it was just a better way to die.
As for the second option...become the concubine of this ugly, old and sinister man?
Hey, it’s better to just die!
"Zhao Zhu, you have to think carefully."
The man downstairs rubbed his thumb and index finger gently, looking at Xiangzhu's proud figure unscrupulously.
"What you have committed is a serious mistake that will lead to death. I want to protect you, but I am also taking a huge risk. Only by becoming my woman can my uncle feel at ease. Why are you hesitating? My uncle will definitely cherish you in the future..."
"
Before he finished speaking, a Buddha chant sounded, interrupting his words.
"Amitabha, I wonder where I am now?"
Hearing this, the man looked at Zhou Yi displeased: "Noisy, little bald donkey, you have no business talking about this."
Zhou Yi put his palms together and lowered his eyes: "Where is the intestinal slave?"
The man frowned, and while walking forward, he said calmly: "You know why you're asking."
"So, is he dead?"
Zhou Yi slowly raised his head, his face was calm and his eyes were neither angry nor happy.
"Why?"
"Just kill him, he's just a dead dog slave."
The man said with disdain in his eyes and shook his head slightly.
"Buddhism is full of bald donkeys like you who are hypocritical and compassionate, so they are extinct in China and have no way to survive. Little monk, why do you have to be so hypocritical? I want to break you to pieces just looking at you.
Thousands of corpses!"
Zhou Yi looked at the small black characters rising from behind the man's head.
"He Houcai, before I restructured the state and county, you were from Guixian County, Xiayong Prefecture. Three generations of your ancestors were domestic slaves. When you were five years old, you were abducted by a street vendor and sold into Goulan as a tortoise slave. Later, because of showing some
Talented in martial arts, he just entered the hidden door... So, He Houcai, you are a dead dog slave, and so are your whole family. The young monk has finished speaking, Amitabha."
There were still less than ten steps away from the small building, He Houcai suddenly paused and a look of surprise appeared on his face.
"How do you know? You...who are you? A delinquent from Dali Temple?"
The most shameful thing in his life was his life experience.
After completing his skills, he went down the mountain for the first time, and then quietly returned to Guixian County, Xiayong Prefecture, where he killed his father's family and the traffickers, and blamed them on the water bandits. As for his biological parents, they were still slaves in another family's house.
We have never recognized each other yet.
Among the entire Hidden Sect, the one who is aloof and unfathomable and has been in seclusion for more than thirty years knows his origins.
This monk...how could he know?
In an instant, a strong murderous aura burst out from He Houcai's body.
Xiangzhu's face changed drastically: "Be careful..."
Before the voice fell, He Houcai jumped up, like an eagle soaring into the sky, at a speed that was almost as fast as the naked eye could capture.
When the corner of He Houcai's green shirt passed by him, Xiangzhu failed to react. His body stiffened, and his face still had that nervous and horrifying expression.
She knew very well how terrifying her uncle was.
Twenty years ago, when He Houcai first gained the Qi Sense, he was already one of the top masters of the third generation of the Hidden Sect.
Even among the second-generation masters who have more than half a century of skill, He Houcai is not too generous.
The root cause of this problem is that he accidentally ate the native mushroom Zhizhi when he was at the foot of the mountain in his early years.
Seven days later, he did not die. Instead, he gained a body of copper skin and iron bones, and the strength of his arms could control nine oxen.
Someone in the family said that He Houcai's body and bones were almost the same as those of the legendary monster.
After entering the academy, he quickly cultivated Qi that only a few warriors could possess. He became even more powerful, his strength skyrocketed, and there were faint signs of becoming the voice of the third generation of the Hidden Sect.
Even though she witnessed the monk killing monsters at night, Xiangzhu still felt a little uneasy when this unfathomable uncle came.
Fan Ran's various distracting thoughts were interrupted by a low-pitched Buddha chant.
"Amitabha."
Facing the attacking Hidden Sect master, Zhou Yi waved his sleeves and slapped a palm.
The opponent's movements are indeed very fast.
But just after Zhou Yi blinked, the opponent's speed actually slowed down, as if frame by frame were being slowed down.
In Zhou Yi's eyes, she is like an old lady walking her dog across the road in the early morning, quiet, kind and unconcerned with the world.
Such changes made Zhou Yi a little confused, but he felt that it was natural.
While thinking, he did not use all his strength.
This crooked and useless palm probably only used about 30% of the force.
Immediately, it came first and hit the right arm that He Houcai had grabbed for him.
The moment the palms and arms come into contact.
Zhou Yi felt strange again.
It was as if what he slapped was not a person's arm, but a dry twig.
Snapped!
A crisp sound, accompanied by a roar like a wounded beast, echoed inside and outside the small building.
He Houcai held his right arm in pain with his skin torn and bones shattered, and blood flowed out through his fingers and spilled all over the floor.
He glanced at the monk opposite him in horror, and quickly backed away without thinking.