Quick Wear: The paranoid beauty grabs the waist and spoils her

Luoshui Sect, Zhengxin Hall.

The once solemn and dignified hall was now shrouded in a layer of suppressed grief and indignation.

All the major immortal sects have gathered together to discuss the recent unusual movements of demons and monsters, and the atmosphere is relatively peaceful.

At this moment, the palace door was pushed open by a bloody smell!

A blood-stained figure staggered in. It was Luo Cong, the eldest senior brother of Luoshui Sect.

His Taoist robe was torn and stained with blood, his chest was collapsed, his breath was as weak as a candle in the wind, and in his arms he was holding tightly a piece of blood-stained aqua green silk skirt - that was the only remaining relic of Linghui.

His face was as pale as gold paper, his eyes were dazed, and he was supported only by his will. As soon as he entered the hall, he could no longer hold on. He fell to his knees with a "thump", his voice hoarse and broken:

"Master! All the seniors! I have found Senior Brother Su Chen in Qingwu Valley. Junior Sister Su Chen...She was annihilated in one blow!"

The last few words almost bleed from between his teeth, carrying with them endless sorrow and fear.

"what?!"

"Su Chen?!"

"Both body and soul are destroyed?!"

There was an uproar in the hall!

All eyes were focused on Luo Cong, and emotions of shock, disbelief, and anger swept over him like a wave.

The head of Luoshui Sect, Shui Yao Zhenren, stood with his hair and beard standing up. He took a step in front of Luo Cong. The majestic and gentle water spiritual power instantly flowed into Luo Cong's body, stabilizing his heart that was on the verge of collapse. However, his face was terribly gloomy:

"Cong'er! Tell me in detail! Is Hui'er...really...?"

Luo Cong endured the severe pain and told the story of what he saw and heard in Qingwu Valley in a disjointed manner. He did not exaggerate, but his words sounded a little painful, which made people feel a little indignant.

Only then did everyone realize that the Buddhist disciple Su Chen, who had disappeared for fifty years after the death of the witch, was actually staying in Qingwu Valley, and had been staying with the witch's corpse. They couldn't help but feel that it was perverted and they were also angry and secretly afraid.

Every detail that Luo Cong said was like a heavy hammer, striking everyone's heart, especially the words "just a ginkgo monster", which echoed clearly in the silent hall.

"Hui'er——!!!" A shrill and mournful scream suddenly rang out!

Ling Quezi, the head of Danyang Peak of Luoshui Sect, had bloodshot eyes and stood up abruptly from his seat. The violent fire spirit energy around him gushed out uncontrollably, burning cracks on the jade throne beneath him!

His only daughter, the apple of his eye whom he cherished like a treasure, ended up with no trace of her body or soul left!

He stared at the bloodstained silk skirt fragment in Luo Cong's arms, tears streaming down his face, his whole body trembling, a surge of hatred rushing straight to his head, he turned sharply towards the direction of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect who was sitting in the first seat of the guest seats, his voice distorted with extreme anger:

“Well! What a great disciple of the Ten Thousand Buddha Sect! What a compassionate Su Chen! He slaughtered my fellow immortals and killed my beloved daughter just for a monster! The Ten Thousand Buddha Sect… Shouldn’t the Ten Thousand Buddha Sect give an explanation to the Luoshui Sect and Lingquezi?!”

That resentful look almost pierced through everyone in the Ten Thousand Buddha Sect.

"Junior Brother Lingque! Be careful with your words!"

Master Shui Yao shouted in a solemn and majestic manner, and the overwhelming pressure of water spirit instantly enveloped him, forcibly suppressing Ling Quezi's spiritual power that was about to run wild.

He glanced in the direction of the Ten Thousand Buddha Sect with complicated eyes and said in a deep voice:

"The matter is not yet fully understood, so we should not vent our anger on others. What Cong'er said needs to be verified."

Lingyin Palace Master Chu Yinhui, dressed in a simple and elegant palace dress, with a temperament as cold as the moon, could not help but frown at this moment, sighing softly, with a voice that carried a hint of reminiscence:

"Su Chen... Alas. Fifty years ago, he was such a brilliant man, with a clear mind and pure sincerity. He was a rare Buddhist disciple in our sect. The entire Ten Thousand Buddha Sect had high hopes for him and considered him the candidate for the next leader. Who could have thought... that he would fall into the devil's way for a ginkgo tree demon and change his temperament to this extent... It's really... heartbreaking."

Her words were full of regret and confusion, but also with a hint of desolation about the impermanence of life, and she did not say any more accusations.

However, the young palace master Chu Silian, who was standing beside her, had a very beautiful face filled with gloom.

She bit her lower lip with her pearly teeth, and clenched her hands into fists hidden in her wide sleeves, with her nails digging deeply into her palms.

Her heart was in turmoil: she was furious that the legendary holy and incomparable Buddha had fallen for a witch, as if a statue in her heart had collapsed; she was also heartbroken and angry that her senior brother Luo Cong of the Luoshui Sect, whom she had always admired and worshipped, had been injured so badly and almost lost his life.

She suppressed her surging emotions and quickly walked to Luo Cong, who was still kneeling on the ground and protected by the spiritual power of Shui Yao Zhenren. She took out the Lingyin Palace's finest healing elixir "Qingxin Yulu Pill" from her arms, and fed it to Luo Cong's mouth with a gentle but barely noticeable tremor, her voice deliberately gentle and concerned:

"Brother Luo, take the pill quickly. That devil...Brother Su Chen...he was so cruel to hurt you like this..."

As he spoke, the way he addressed Su Chen had quietly changed. The word "senior brother" sounded extremely difficult, full of disappointment and resentment.

Everyone's eyes finally fell on the leader of the Wanfo Sect - Qianye Ancient Buddha.

The Thousand-Leaf Ancient Buddha sits upright on a lotus throne, wearing a golden and red cassock. His face is round and full, his eyes are kind, and the corners of his mouth seem to have a smile of compassion for all living beings, just like the Maitreya worshipped in temples on earth.

In his hand, he slowly twisted a string of Bodhi Buddha beads that were full of brilliance. His whole body emanated a peaceful and warm Buddha light that made people feel peaceful when they looked at him.

At this moment, he was listening to Luo Cong's tearful statement, looking at Ling Quezi's grief, and feeling the suppressed anger and doubt in the hall. His compassionate smile seemed to become deeper, but also heavier.

He sighed long and leisurely, and that sigh seemed to carry a heavy weight, making the hall even quieter, filled with endless complexity and pain:

"Amitabha... Well done, well done. Suchen... this disciple of mine..."

He shook his head slightly, his round face showing a deeper look of compassion, but his eyes were as deep and calm as if he was telling a story that had nothing to do with him.

“In the past, he had a Buddha nature and wisdom, and I had high hopes for him. I regarded him as the successor of my Wanfo Sect and the great wish of saving the world.

But... But because of his deep emotional barrier, he turned into a demon in one thought. He actually betrayed his master for a mere plant spirit, slaughtered his fellow disciples, and committed endless murders... He even caused his nephew Linghui of Luoshui Sect to suffer this disaster and his body and soul were destroyed...

This is due to my poor teaching, and it is also the pain of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect. I feel deeply ashamed. "

He spoke sincerely and was extremely humble, taking all the responsibilities on himself and the sect. His compassion for the world was evident in his words, which instantly calmed the resentment in many people's hearts and even gave rise to some sympathy.

However, when he talked about "just a plant spirit", there was a hint of imperceptible, condescending indifference under the compassionate tone.

Qianye Ancient Buddha slowly raised his drooping eyelids, and his seemingly gentle and compassionate gaze swept across the crowd, finally landing on Master Shui Yao and Ling Quezi, who was still immersed in the grief of losing his daughter. His tone became solemn and dignified, with unquestionable Buddhist majesty:

"This evil disciple has deep roots of evil and is stubborn and refusing to change. He is no longer a disciple of our Buddhist sect.

What he did is intolerable to heaven and angered both humans and gods! In order to prevent him from committing murder again and bringing disaster to the people, and to end this cause and effect, and give justice to his nephew Linghui..."

The Buddhist beads in his hand paused for a moment, and his voice suddenly became solemn, with a kind of awe-inspiring tone as if he was acting on behalf of heaven:

"My Ten Thousand Buddha Sect will go to Qingwu Valley with fellow immortals! The first purpose of this trip is to clean up the sect, 'clean up' this evildoer, and bring him back to the Ten Thousand Buddha Sect's Leiyin Pagoda to forever suppress the demon and atone for his sins; the second purpose is..."

His eyes flickered slightly, as if they contained wisdom that could see through everything, and with a hint of unnoticeable greed and calculation, he slowly uttered four words, like a heavy hammer hitting everyone's heart:

"Take back the exquisite heart!"

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere in the hall suddenly changed! Some elders and clan leaders who knew the inside story or vaguely guessed something instantly flashed with surprise, understanding, and even a hint of burning in their eyes.

Qianye Ancient Buddha seemed not to notice the subtle change in the crowd's expressions. He regained his solemn and dignified appearance of compassion for all living beings, clasped his hands together, and chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice:

"Amitabha. This is the common responsibility of our Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect and the Immortal Sect. I hope all Taoists will work together to eliminate the evil spirits and restore the world to a clear and bright state."

His words were powerful, wrapping an action of revenge and treasure-hunting in the righteous robe of "cleaning up the house", "doing justice on behalf of heaven", and "purging the evil spirit".

That compassionate smile was still on his face, but deep in his eyes, there was a cold and ruthless abyss of calculation.

Everyone in the hall had different thoughts, but under the call of Qianye Ancient Buddha and the temptation of the "Exquisite Heart", an atmosphere of solemnity and greed had quietly spread in the Zhengxin Hall.

A storm targeting Qingwu Valley, Su Chen, and even the mysterious "Linglong Heart" is about to sweep in.

However, Su Chen didn't know about this plot, and he didn't need to know. He let Luo Cong go just to "tip off" and plot against everyone in the Immortal Sect. Let's see who plots against whom.