Holy Father

Chapter 20

The head of Qing Yuan was a little hesitant. The blood of Lingjiao is also extremely rare, and it is easier to cultivate into a real dragon than the blood of Ling Snake. He glanced at the people in His Highness. Most of them seemed to want to put Jinglan to death. Qing Yuan The head sect sighed in his heart, rolled up his sleeves calmly, and said seriously, "He is my disciple, so he will naturally be dealt with according to our sect's rules. Although Jing Lan is guilty, he is being used by others. According to the sect's rules, he should be imprisoned. When I go to the back mountain, I think about the cliff..."

The head of Qing Yuan was choked before he finished speaking, "As an accomplice, even if he is not guilty of death, he must destroy his foundation, lest he come out to do evil in the future."

"The noble family should expel him from the sect. The noble family's treatment is really unconvincing." Gui Yuanzong said humanely, they will not let this seedling grow up in the Qingyuan gate, and the imprisonment is still limited after all. In the short term, even if he is raped for life, he can still escape. Who knows if the Qingyuanmen did it on purpose.

Many people agreed that the punishment must be severe, and various spiritual powers gradually emerged on the scene, and the restlessness was abnormal.

Listening to them throwing stones at you, an elder from the Qingyuan Sect protested, "Do you really question the rules of our sect?!"

"What about the disciples we lost?! They are all our elite disciples!"

"That's not how you protect your weaknesses! Our disciples are no longer human? We must sacrifice blood!"

"Qing Yuan Sect can't be so overbearing and unreasonable!"

"Qingyuan Sect must be expelled from the sect and cleaned up!"

Wisps of electric current grew among the spiritual power in the temple, as if they were about to explode.

Xuanxu, the head of the Bodhi Temple, folded his hands together and said a Buddhist name, "Amitabha, you are getting angry." He flicked his sleeves lightly, and the fluctuations of spiritual power around him gradually calmed down.

The head of Qing Yuan glanced at everyone. Of course he wanted to keep the child with the blood of the Lingjiao, and if the child was expelled from the sect, the child might suffer. Flood dragon bloodlines, or capture and refinement or other things, it is not that this kind of thing has never happened before.

The head of Qing Yuan secretly glanced at Xuanxu again, but unfortunately Xuanxu shook his head lightly, now that there are so many people from the sect, he is powerless.

"Cough." Someone coughed, and everyone looked at that person unanimously, but they saw that it was Qu Wuxi. He had a warm smile on his face, but maybe because of his appearance, hairstyle, and clothing, he always made people feel a little The son is evil, like a demon cultivator, and everyone is a little subtle in their hearts. They don't know what earth-shattering things Qu Wuxi will say.

Qu Wuxi smiled at the crowd, and lied easily, "I'll explain about the spirit beast riot here, and it's also for the sake of that young man asking everyone to let the Qingyuan Sect deal with it."

"Why did the spirit beast riot? What will the fellow Taoist give in exchange for the sinner?"

Seeing that they all fell silent and listened carefully, Qu Wuxi smiled and said slowly, "Spiritual beast riots are naturally attracted by something. I once obtained a real dragon inner pill, and they all came together to compete for the dragon pill." out."

As soon as this statement came out, everyone in the venue was shocked, and everyone was shocked. Today, the dragon no longer exists, how can the dragon pill be comparable to those heavenly and earthly treasures, and it is especially precious to the monsters. The eyes of the people looking at Qu Wuxi are particularly enthusiastic. As long as they get the Dragon Pill, it is not a matter of improving their cultivation and breaking through the bottleneck, and it is of great benefit to Hualong.

"At this point, it's not good for me to take the dragon pill alone." Qu Wuxi said meaningfully, looking at the representatives of each sect one by one, as if saying that he was afraid that they would join forces to kill people and seize treasures.

Xie Feiwang, who was beside Qu Wuxi, half-cast his eyes, thinking that Qu Wuxi himself might be a more precious treasure than Longdan. If people knew about it, he might be caught for alchemy or even eaten raw.

Those who returned to Yuanzong pondered for a moment, "There is no evidence for what you say."

There were so many people present that Qu Wuxi was not afraid to take it out, it was just to divert attention, so that people would not think of the problem on him, a golden dragon pill appeared in his palm, and the dragon pill exuded a little bit of golden light slowly Rising to mid-air, it looks sacred and dignified.

"Amitabha, this Dragon Pill also contains the power of merit. The Dragon Lord has immeasurable merit during his lifetime." Xuan Xu, head of the Bodhi Temple, sighed, "No wonder it will cause spirit beasts to compete."

Even if the merit is immeasurable, he still dies, and if he is not lucky, it is useless to do anything, Qu Wuxi thought to himself, but his face did not show, "I wonder if you can let that boy go after seeing Long Dan? compensation."

The people in the hall are all elites from various sects, and they communicate with each other with their eyes one after another. The dead disciples will naturally not come back, so why not use this to get the greatest benefit, and some people look at Qu Wuxi very differently , thinking about whether he has other treasures, but they are not those stupid monks who are arrogant and unaware of the current situation, and they quickly restrain their minds. They all understand the fact that Qu Wuxi is not only able to kill people by leapfrogging, oh no, Leaping over and hurting people, even his eighteen spirit servants can also leapfrog to fight. I am afraid that everyone in this temple may not be able to catch him if they join forces.

His Eighteen Spirit Attendants are like a special death squad, which makes countless monks envy and hate. However, enlightening and cultivating them is not so easy. Life has to be weighed and weighed.

Xie Feiwang also communicated with Qu Wuxi under the noses of everyone when people from various sects communicated secretly.

Xie Feiwang: [Is there no primordial spirit attached to this dragon pill? 】

Qu Wuxi: [No, that dragon may have predicted the catastrophe of the dragon clan. I owe him a favor. He asked me to bring his blood essence so that it can be handed over to his descendants in the future. The young man intends to get close, but we still have to see how Jing Lan will change after this experience. 】

Xie Feiwang nodded: [Well, if he becomes obsessed or depressed because of this, it's useless if you give him blood essence. 】

Qu Wuxi: 【These people's lowest concession is probably to have Qing Yuan Sect imprison him for life. 】

Jie Feiwang: [Cultivation does not care about external objects, and you always have to leave the teacher's door when you ascend. It is not good to be too restrained. 】

What kind of speech is this?Qu Wuxi turned his head and looked at Xie Feiwang with a delicate expression. Xie Feiwang didn't understand, so he blinked at him, and Qu Wuxi stroked his forehead. He always felt that what Xie Feiwang said seemed to be right, but when he thought about it, it seemed very crooked. .

After a long time, the people from Wan Yao Valley spoke first, "But there is only one dragon pill..." How to divide it?

Qu Wuxi regained his focus, "Everyone can take turns to use it, or divide it up, as you like."

Everyone looked at each other again, and seemed to feel that it was not good to separate them, and it was not good to use them in turn. They did not trust each other. The head of Qing Yuan glanced at the expressions of everyone. Some people seemed unwilling, so Long Dan said, "We Qing Yuanmen will make other compensations, I wonder if you have any objections to imprisoning sinners in our sect Siguo Cliff?"

"No objection, after all, he is from your Qingyuan sect." Wan Yao Gu is more tolerant to those who have the blood of the demon clan, and they did not lose their disciples this time, because the demon clan has the talent to protect themselves.

While the other sects were more or less demanding compensation, the hall turned into a war of words again, the matter was settled, Qu Wuxi and Xie Feiwang sat and listened quietly, and chatted while drinking tea and Lingguo , so uncomfortable.

The two parties did not finish their talks until Sunset and Xishan, and Jing Lan, who was convicted of the crime, was already on the way to the back mountain.The winding path leads to Siguoya, the forbidden place. Jing Lan wrapped a few laps of fairy rope around his body, and walked forward with heavy steps and dull eyes. the difference……"

When he woke up, he saw the messy corpses all over the floor, smelled a strong smell of blood, and all his former companions died miserably. He admitted that he had been unwilling, jealous, resentful, and prejudiced in his heart since he practiced, but he never He thought about being used by others because of these, which would lead to irreparable consequences, but he really never thought that it would become like this.

The monk Chai Shangqin, who was walking beside Jinglan, sighed softly, "The master locked you up in the back mountain to protect you."

After all, Jing Lan was only a teenager, and he retorted, "Liar, I will be imprisoned until I die." He felt very wronged, "I just feel unfair in my heart, I never thought of letting They died, what did they die for... If they die, my whole life will be over, am I already possessed by demons?" The more Jing Lan said, the more he felt at a loss. His former companions said that he was a spy of the devil's way, and his eyes almost burst into tears, " If I had known it would be like this, I would not have practiced Dao... My aptitude is not that good."

Seeing him like this actually caused a great shock in his mood, and he was afraid of becoming a demon in the future, Chai Shangqin pondered for a moment, and motioned the young man to look at the pool by the mountain, "Sir, please look at that pool, what do you see?"

Jing Lan looked down, the pool was dark green, and there was only one lotus flower on it. He said in a daze, "A lotus flower."

"What color do you see?" Chai Shangqin asked again.

Jing Lan whispered without emotion, "White."

The actual flower was white with pink, Chai Shangqin nodded and said, "But it is colorless in the poor monk's heart."

"..." Jing Lan raised her head to look at him, stared at him for a long while and then lowered her head, "I don't understand."

"In the heart of the benefactor, this flower is white, but in the hearts of some people it may be pink, red or even black. Just like this flower, it is the same for becoming a fairy or a demon. It depends on what the benefactor thinks, not what others think. Think about it." Chai Shangqin said, but Jing Lan's expression moved a little, "Benefactor, this place is clean, I hope the benefactor will think about the words of the poor monk, and you can practice Taoism no matter where you are, even if you are in a prison cell or eighteen. layers of hell."

Jing Lan didn't speak again, and Chai Shangqin was also escorted with the Qingyuanmen in silence.

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Gui Yuanzong's disciples were pleasantly surprised to find that Zhang Qiong, who had fallen into a coma after the banquet turmoil subsided, woke up.

"Elder, you finally woke up, you have been in a coma for a day and a night! How do you feel?"

Zhang Qiong pressed his painful forehead, his memory was very blurred, but he still knew that he lost control at that time, so he frowned gradually, "I'm fine, you step back first, let me meditate for a while." He waved his hand wearily .

Sure enough, because of the bottleneck, people became impetuous and gave the enemy an opportunity. He didn't care about those who died, but how could he be used by others like this? Zhang Qiong's eyes darkened, and he felt physically tired. He used too much strength, so he rested with his legs crossed. After a week of spiritual energy running, he found that the bottleneck that had troubled him for a long time had a faint tendency to break through. He wondered in his heart, what exactly did he go through?

Zhang Qiong opened his eyes suddenly, he must check it out, so in exchange for a few instructions from his disciples.

"Look up who was injured that day."

"Yes."