The First Tyrant of Daxia

Snapped!

A loud slap hit Huisheng's face.

It shattered his Buddha-like shell and his disguise of being kind and detached from the world.

The faces of the monks in Chaotian Temple changed.

There was a hint of anger in the astonishment!

Abbot Huisheng was undoubtedly their belief, but now he was slapped in the face.

Not fatal, but insulting.

There was a pause on Host Huisheng's old and kind face for a moment.

Even though he had cultivated the immovable heart of Tathagata, he couldn't hold back at this moment, and a hint of ruthlessness like a murderer appeared in the depths of his weathered eyes.

However, it only took him a moment to hide deeply and return to normal.

At his age, impulsiveness had long since disappeared, and he knew exactly what he wanted to do, so he kept his head down and said nothing, looking very Zen.

Qin Yun stepped forward, his face full of murderous intent: "Did you just mean that I misunderstood Jue Zhen?"

"Master Huisheng was born with a pair of wise eyes, but how could you lie with your eyes open? You actually said that a murder to silence a witness was a meritorious service to save the emperor!"

"Do you think there's something wrong with my intelligence?"

The teasing tone made the monks clench their fists and their eyes flashed with ferocity.

Looking at Huisheng's hunched back, they dared to do anything as long as the commander gave the order!

Naturally, these subtle changes in the aura could not be sensed by Feng Lao and others, so they became more vigilant and held the hilt of the knife tightly.

A solemn and murderous atmosphere filled the hall.

The atmosphere gradually becomes weird!

It seemed as if swords and sabers would flash at any moment, and even the sweet little girl Tong Wei had a slightly serious expression.

At this time, Huisheng spoke.

He put his old hands together, motionless as a mountain, and his robes rustled softly. Everything was so natural, as if nothing had happened just now.

"Your Majesty, if it doesn't exist, then it doesn't exist."

"You just said that this man is a wanted criminal. He knows he can't survive. What can't he say?"

"Since you don't believe it, I have nothing to say."

"Your Majesty, please do it."

He closed his eyes, raised his head, and made an expression as if he was willing to die.

The whole audience was shocked!

I didn't expect him to do this.

Such actions are much more useful than threats.

Qin Yun was stunned for a moment, then his eyes changed and he gritted his teeth.

I roared in my heart, old bald donkey, do you think I dare not kill you?

He looked intently at Juexiu who was standing behind him. Juexiu shook his head slightly, as if to say that the will had not been found.

Finally, Qin Yun forcibly suppressed his murderous intent, and his clenched right hand suddenly loosened.

Don't be impulsive!

It was his voice of reason.

If the will is not found, we cannot attack Chaotian Temple. After all, a desperate dog will eventually jump over the wall.

He also knew that Gongsun Zan's smile before his death was most likely Wang Min's plot. This vicious woman planned everything and wanted to make him so angry that he would force Chaotian Temple to rebel.

This would suit Xiliang's wishes.

Qin Yun even suspected that Gongsun Zan was seeking his death on purpose!

"hehe."

After he figured it out, he suddenly laughed, like snow in the cold winter.

Then he squatted down quietly and looked into the eyes of this famous and most accomplished monk in Daxia.

When their eyes met, Qin Yun seemed extremely aggressive!

At that moment, everyone calmed down.

Especially the monks in Chaotian Temple, their hearts were in their throats!

All they heard was Qin Yun saying word by word, "Before Gongsun Zan died, he pointed out Jue Zhen. He had nothing to do with you, Master Huisheng."

"How can I be the one who doesn't know right from wrong? Hehe."

He laughed, and it made your scalp tingle.

Huisheng raised his head sharply, a hint of ugliness in his eyes: "Your Majesty, what do you mean by this?"

"What do you mean?"

Qin Yun asked back, standing up and speaking condescendingly: "Jue Zhen secretly communicated with an important criminal of the imperial court and killed him to silence him. This is a heinous crime!"

"But I remember that the Buddha is kind and compassionate, and I remember that Master Huisheng is highly respected, so..."

He paused and looked at Juezhen with a smile.

Snapped.

There was an obvious sound of sweat beads falling to the ground.

There was actually some panic in Juezhen's angry eyes!

He stared at Qin Yun with a sharp gaze, having a bad feeling.

Qin Yun didn't even look at him, and said decisively: "So I won't kill him, drag him out and destroy Juezhen!"

Hear the words.

Huisheng's face changed suddenly. What is useless?

He didn't think that he was just going to depose Jue Zhen from his position as abbot, it was obvious that he was going to cripple the person!

"Do it!"

Qin Yun shouted loudly, full of momentum.

Things have come to this, we must collect some interest first!

Moreover, Juezhen is the leader of the monks and is too powerful, so he must be eliminated.

Otherwise, there will be endless troubles in the future.

bass!

Juezhen's robes fluttered without wind, his eyes widened with anger, and he stood up directly.

There was a murderous aura that didn't belong to a monk, staring at Qin Yun intently.

Huisheng's face changed drastically and he wanted to stop it, but it was too late.

The leader of the monks, he is naturally impatient, which is a fatal flaw in his character.

"You dare to destroy me?" Jue Zhen roared.

Qin Yun sneered. Has his true face finally been revealed?

"What if I can destroy you? Who the hell do you think you are?"

"Go ahead, capture him for me!"

Old Feng was already prepared and attacked like lightning. His withered palms made thumping sounds, and anyone who touched would be hurt.

"Ah!" Juezhen roared and punched out suddenly, creating a strong gust of wind.

He had memorized the unique skills of the martial monks and was extremely powerful.

"do not want!"

Huisheng's face changed in shock and he could no longer remain calm, but his shouting was drowned out by the roar of the two fists colliding.

With a thud, the two separated.

Although Mr. Feng was short and thin, he did not move at all.

On the other hand, Juezhen staggered backwards with his burly body and his face turned pale.

He is already injured, how can he beat Mr. Feng?

"Hmph, come again!" Jue Zhen went crazy, his eyes were bloodshot, and he completely ignored the impact.

The two men rushed together and fought again, reaching out to kill each other.

The faces of the monks in Chaotian Temple changed, and they looked at Huisheng, as if asking him to make the decision. If this continued, even if Abbot Juezhen won, he would not have a good ending.

What can Huisheng do?

He could have stopped it, but he was too impulsive and lost his temper.

His expression was grim. When he saw Qin Yun's cold face, a hint of hidden darkness flashed in his eyes.

Then, he turned to look at Juezhen who was fighting with his bare hands, and a trace of sadness and regret flashed in his old eyes.

The war continues.

After half a stick of incense.

Smashed the Buddha statues, broke the red doors, and trampled through the ground.

Juezhen roared like a lion, veins bulged, and he kept attacking actively, but to no avail.

It feels like a trapped beast fighting!

It was Old Feng, however, whose hunched body contained terrifying strength that was unimaginable to ordinary people. Every move he made made Jue Zhen's face turn paler.

With injuries compounded, Jue Zhen finally lost!

A punch broke his ribs and he fell heavily to the ground, leaving spider-web-like cracks on the ground.

"Ah!" He vomited blood, his eyes filled with disbelief and fear.

Send out a call for help: "Host, save me!"

Seeing this, Qin Yun sneered.

He glanced at Huisheng, who remained silent and had a gloomy expression on his face.

He deliberately snorted, "Save me! Even if the king of heaven comes, he can't save you today!"

"Destroy him for me!"

The cold voice sentenced him to death. Old Feng stretched out his hand like a ghost and twisted the arm of Abbot Juezhen.

"what!"

Juezhen resisted, but his strength was greatly reduced after being injured, so it was useless. He screamed and his arm was broken.

Hearing the sound, the monks' pupils were filled with fear and their spines felt cold.

He is the leader of the monks. Apart from the abbot, who else can fight with Juezhen?

In the end, he couldn't last more than a stick of incense in the hands of Qin Yun's followers.

The emperor is so terrible!

Even Huisheng was extremely fearful!

Suddenly, Qin Yun seemed to sense something.

Turning to look at him, he said without a smile, "Master Huisheng, what do you want to do?"