Immortal Road.

Chapter 152 Another Big Black Pot
Not long after, a stout man with a full beard walked into the hall. He looked dusty and had just come from the depths of the East China Sea, traveling hundreds of thousands of miles. He seemed to have just recovered from a serious illness.

"Are you the one from Bear Mountain?"

The head master looked at the bearded man and saw that he looked tired from the journey and it didn't seem like he was faking it. There was a passion in his eyes that was eager to achieve something great. He became a little unsure about his previous suspicion.

"My name is Xiong Shan. I don't deserve the title of Master. It's just that my fellow practitioners from the East China Sea show me kindness."

Master Xiong Shan bowed respectfully in front of the royal highness, and his words were meticulous, without any presumptuous behavior.

The head master nodded and went straight to the point. Hundreds of Jindan-stage cultivators on both sides also sat upright, each of them staring intently at the people coming into the field.

"Let me ask you, did you go to the Imperial Palace three nights ago?"

"Never."

"Why did so many monks hear that you had been there?"

"Little Bear Doesn't Know"

"Report on your itinerary over the past three months."

……

Master Xiongshan quickly recounted every island, every sea area, every mountain and every city he had visited in the past three months, when he arrived and when he left, in detail without any loopholes.

The Jindan stage cultivators present turned their eyes to the Master Sect Leader, who remained unmoved and waved diligently for Master Xiong Shan to come over.

"I want to scan your body and search your storage bag. Is that okay with you?"

"Uh, it's all up to the Master's orders."

Master Xiong Shan hesitated slightly, but when he saw the gazes of all the Jindan cultivators around him and the gloating looks of some Foundation Establishment cultivators behind them, he walked forward somewhat bewildered.

After a search, the head master stopped his work after finding nothing. He searched the house inside and out three times and indeed found no flaws. It seemed that this person was indeed not a suspect.

Master Xiong Shan breathed a sigh of relief, and everyone present withdrew their gazes, including Lin Shan who was standing next to Protector Yan.

Because he knew that the Black Lotus Buddha statue was absorbed by the reinforced panel, and the "Master Xiongshan" that day was also impersonated by him, and the other person was indeed clean.

However, at this moment, among the three Nascent Soul cultivators sitting at the top, the white-browed old man on the far left suddenly opened his eyes, with a gleam of light in his eyes.

"There are traces of incense and Taoism left on his body."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's color changed instantly!

No matter what the process was just now, the three Nascent Soul Stage Dharma Kings were all high and mighty, as if they didn't care about worldly affairs. But now one of them suddenly spoke up and directly pointed out the key clue.

The head master bowed immediately and said, "Uncle Jie, what do you mean?"

"The traces of incense can only be produced by those who have been baptized by incense or have the magical power of incense."

The Lord of Discipline raised his white eyebrows, and his voice was as loud as thunder and as loud as a jar, striking everyone's heart with every word. It seemed to contain inexplicable principles of heaven and earth, and the spiritual energy in the hall became slightly disordered and agitated.

The head master also understood what the incense and fire traces were, and knew that the King of Disciplines was explaining it to the foundation-building monks below, but what he wanted to ask was specific clues, such as where the incense and fire faith was hidden.

But the King of Discipline said no more, obviously being very frugal with words, and threw the question back, leaving it to the Master to decide for himself.

His Highness, Master Xiong Shan was so frightened that he was actually noticed by the Yuanying Dharma King! Moreover, it seemed that this "incense and fire traces" were some key evidence to prove that he was indeed a suspect.
The question is... what are they talking about?
Why was I called here? Why did I become a suspect for no apparent reason?
Master Xiongshan is still in the dark. He doesn't know what happened in the palace at night that day, nor does he know why he was called here today.

He had simply recovered from his injuries that were cursed by the "mysterious powerful being" in the East China Sea, and was preparing to come to the inland of the Song Dynasty to take advantage of the great war between good and evil and fight with the sect to earn contribution points. How come he was suddenly blamed as soon as he arrived!

Meanwhile, Lin Shan, who was in the corner, was secretly excited. Could it be that he was going to ask the higher-ups of the Demon Cult to avenge himself for the revenge he had not yet completed?
……

After discussion between the head master and hundreds of Jindan-stage guardians, and with the tacit approval of the three Yuanying-stage Dharma Kings, they unanimously decided to conduct a final inspection of Master Xiongshan in order to find out whether the "incense traces" were related to the lost giant black lotus Buddha statue.

—“Soul Search”.

"Soul searching" is an extremely cruel and tyrannical method. The mind of the cultivator or monster whose soul is searched will be severely damaged.

Even if he doesn't become a vegetable, his IQ will regress to the level of a three-year-old child, which means that his life is basically completely ruined.

However, in the eyes of the Demonic Dao, this thing is not useless. With only a Foundation Establishment Stage, how can he have the ability to resist the decision of so many big guys present?
If the king wants the minister to die, the minister has to die.

When Master Xiong Shan suddenly heard the decision that he was going to be "soul-searched", he was so frightened that his heart and liver were about to burst, his internal organs were burning, and his defenses were instantly broken!
His legs went limp and he fell to the ground, crying and shouting that he was wronged.

He was really wronged! Until now, he still didn't know what he had done wrong. He was brought before a group of high-level monks without knowing why, and faced the fate of having his mind wiped out for no apparent reason.

"Master, please spare my life! Little Bear has been wronged!"

"Liangshan Protector, please save me! I am innocent!"

"My Lords, please understand!"

……

Master Xiong Shan knelt and kowtowed continuously, and even asked for help from his old boss, the Golden Core Protector of the Black Lotus Sect whom he had defected to. However, the Golden Core Protector looked at him coldly and ignored him.

At this time, even Lin Shan, who was standing next to him, showed a hint of pity when he heard the heart-wrenching cry of his enemy.

This guy is so miserable!
But why am I so happy?

Back then on the Red Shrimp Island in the East China Sea, the man from Xiongshan conspired with the Black and Red Devils to secretly deal with me. If I hadn't discovered their plot, I might have been ambushed by the three of them.

Later, his curse was blocked by the master of the East China Sea, so he let him go temporarily, but it did not mean that Lin Shan would not bear grudges. Once the feud was established, it would be a fight to the death! Besides, Master Xiong Shan had the same idea about him.

No matter how Master Xiongshan begged and complained while kneeling on the ground, the head monk on the stage remained unmoved. He vowed today to find the origin of the "incense and Taoist traces" in this man's brain and whether it had any connection with the Black Lotus Buddha statue.

As for whether this person was wrongly accused? Haha! It is better to kill the wrong person than to let him go.

……

In the main hall, Master Xiong Shan was put under a restriction and could not move at all. He just knelt in front of the master, waiting for the final judgment.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I looked at the hand that was getting closer and closer. I thought about all the past in my mind, from birth to now, all my memories were read by others, and then I became a fool because of my confusion, a walking corpse without any consciousness.
"Pfft!"

A tearing sound came from behind him, and everyone in the hall looked sideways. They saw a purple tentacle with strange patterns growing rapidly from behind the buttocks of the Bear Mountain Man, like a tail.

"Snapped!"

The purple tentacle flew nimbly over its owner's head, accurately blocking the master's hand that was attempting to search his soul.

(End of this chapter)