The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 78: Kill 1 person with 1 sigh
The wind chimes in the Star Picking Tower are ringing softly.
The wind chimes of another building not far away are all cracked.
The Great Mountain Gate of the Suspense Sect has been fully opened, and the atmosphere is depressed and tense. The Dawn Lake is slightly turbulent, and there is a feeling of wind and rain.
More than ten elders of the Suspension Bell Sect were standing in the building, their faces were extremely ugly, but not all of them were in that mood.
More than a dozen representatives from various sects also came, with a heavy heart, but nothing could be seen on their faces.
De Yuanquan's body was on the floor, no one moved, and it remained the same as it was when he died.
The blood flowed from the back of his head, and it had spread a few feet.
The real horror is the hole in his face. The hole runs from the nose and eyes to the back of his head. It looks terrifying.
Such a weird wound, no matter what Yuan Ying or Sword Demon is, there is no time to escape.
The old lady stood beside Deyuanquan's corpse, her body hunched, and she looked blankly for a long time, not knowing what she was thinking.
The building is very quiet.
I don't know how long it took, the old lady finally straightened up, with a crisp bell ringing in her body, which is a symbol of the cultivation of her practice to the realm.
She slowly turned around and looked at He Bumu, her voice was flat without any emotion, and she said, "The Green Mountain Sect deceives too much."
Hearing these words, several elders of the Suspense Sect looked at He Bumu, their eyes full of resentment and anger.
The heads and elders of various sects also feel that...The Qingshan Sect is indeed a bit too much.
After all, this is the family affair of the Xuanling Sect. How can you interfere with it, or even commit suicide?
The most unreasonable thing is, didn't you Qingshanzong give the old lady one day to choose? Why did you make such a sudden move?
"The old lady squirts blood."
Why don't Mu Muran say: "I have been talking with Daze Zuo Yu, what do I have to do with this matter?"
The Zuo Yushi from Daze gave a wry smile and said: "Yes, old lady, I promise that all the fellow Taoists in Qingshan are here."
The old lady was expressionless, lifted the cane and tapped the floor lightly.
The floor trembles slightly.
De Yuanquan's head split like petals, and then turned into pieces.
The old lady didn't go crazy, this was not what she did, but the remnant sword intent hidden in De Yuanquan's head.
Those remaining sword intent disappeared in the air, still leaving traces.
"If the old body's perception is not wrong, this should be the Qingshan sword intent, and this sword should be Yunxingfeng's Ashen Sword Art."
Why don't the old lady look at him with a blank face and said: "You don't even do some concealment when killing people, and the nobles are too arrogant."
Why Bumu's expression remained unchanged, as wood as a stone, and said: "Maybe it is the remnant of peace, maybe it is the assassin of Immortal Lin."
The old lady stared into his eyes and said: "Who knows what you have to do with Taiping?"
Why not Mu said: "The Taiping Demon, everyone gets punishable, what can we have to do with him? Old Madam, please be careful."
The wrinkles on the old lady's face are deeper, as if only half a day, he is getting older again.
"Since someone is dead, you have to find out who the murderer is, and I invite fellow daoists to stay with me for a few more days."
She looked at the practitioners of the various sects in the building and said blankly.
This sentence is polite, the scenery of Liming Lake is also good, but everyone knows that this is tantamount to house arrest in disguise.
The practitioners of various denominations were a little unhappy, but looking at the headless corpse on the floor, no one said anything.
De Yuanquan was the new suzerain selected by the old prince, but he died tragically as soon as he appeared in the practice world, and no one would just let it go.
Will the people of the Green Mountain Sect stay here?
Dozens of eyes with different emotions fell on He Bumu.
According to the style of the Green Mountain Sect, he would never accept the request of the Suspense Sect, not to mention that the old lady has directly identified this matter with them.
No one thought, why not accept it.
He took Lin Yingliang and three other Shiyue Peak disciples to the outside, and their voices remained in the building.
"Why are you leaving? I have been in the peak for so many years to see the flowers, flowers, grass, open and dark fires, what's wrong with staying here to see the excitement?"
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The new lord De Yuanquan died, and the Qingxin Conference ended hastily, but both the representatives of the various sects and the casual cultivators were left behind.
The method used by the Suspension Bell Sect is also simple, that is, a large formation hidden in the lake and mountains.
Two years ago, the mountain gate of the Xihai Sword Sect was easily defeated by the Qingshan Sect. That was because the real Taiping sneaked into Shaoming Island and destroyed the formation.
Now the practitioners want to leave, unless they can find the formation under the supervision of the Hangling Sect, and then destroy it.
The Hanging Bell Sect does not allow people to leave, but it does not prohibit practitioners from coming and going at will. Obviously, they are not worried about this.
The young monk in Guocheng Temple went to inquire about the news, returned to the small courtyard, shook his head repeatedly, and said: "It is said that the man who died was terrible."
The old monk looked at Jing Jiu and sighed.
The young monk did not know why the master sighed, and said: "I heard that the elder He and the old lady of the Qingshan Sect are getting confused again."
The old monk glanced at him, thinking for a while, didn't let him shut up.
The young monk looked at Jing Jiu and said: "The old lady said that the Qingshan Sect deceived people too much, so Elder He replied that the hanging bell sect was bloody, look, the battle is really neat..."
Jing Jiu thought that these two sentences were indeed a bit like the couplets he had read in the book before, but he didn't expect that He Bumu still has some skills and some appreciation.
The young monk continued, "I don’t know when the murderer will be found... Don’t look at me like that. I know it was not made by the fairy master of the Green Mountain Sect. I’m just a little curious about who could do this quietly. By the way, do you say that people will still die? I think it should not."
The old monk couldn't help sighing, thinking that he should really shut you up.
The young monk touched his head and wondered what happened today. Why did the master sigh repeatedly?
Sometimes it's called a idiom, sometimes it's called a crow's mouth.
In short, another murder occurred on the shore of Dawn Lake that night.
An elder with profound qualifications in the Platanus sect died in the night. The body fell into the lake, and several white geese flew by surprise.
The young monk went out in a hurry and returned after a short time. He said with some regret: "Death is too thorough to save, that assassin is really powerful."
The state of death of the elder of the Hanging Bell Sect was almost exactly the same as that of De Yuanquan, with a hole in his face.
The old monk looked at Jing Jiu again and sighed again.
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In the next few days, the atmosphere on the shore of Dawn Lake became more tense, and the disciples of the Suspense Sect were more vigilant, but they still couldn't prevent the continuous occurrence of murders.
Whether it is in the cave or on the island of the lake, people are dead everywhere, and they are all important figures in the Suspense Sect.
The old monk looked at Jing Jiu and kept sighing.
No matter how naive the young monk is, he understands at this time, but he doesn't understand how Jing Jiu hasn't been out of the courtyard in the past few days.
Jing Jiu's face was a little pale, and he went back to the house to meditate and rest.
Ada knew that his sword yuan was consumed too much, and felt a little distressed, so he didn't climb on top of his head to go to sleep.
The young monk looked at the closed door, frowning and said, "Master, are we accomplices?"
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The mountain gate has been opened, and Lake Dawn has been sealed. Everyone knows that the terrifying assassin could not have come from the outside world, but was hidden among the guests.
The problem is that the assassin was too powerful, not to mention that no one saw him, not even a trace of him was left.
The bells on the top of the eaves and corners of the mountains and plains have not ringed even once, and the elders and strong men of the Suspended Bell Sect died silently.
On the most weird night before, the two elders of Zhatang obviously died at the east and west ends of Liming Lake at almost the same time.
People were shocked, wondering if there was more than one assassin? Or is it that the assassin's body style is so weird and unpredictable?
More and more bizarre speculations and constant deaths have made many disciples feel terrified, but for some people in the Suspended Bell Sect, this is the best thing.
There have always been many people who support Sect Master Chen in the Hanging Bell Sect, but because of the authority of the old prince and the tough methods of the elders, they dare not stand up. Now that the elders are dead, who else can stop the surging undercurrent of the Suspense Sect from breaking through the ground?
One day late at night, a very experienced elder came to see the old lady in front of the Zhuxing Building.
"We all know where this situation is coming from. Please disarm the big formation as soon as possible and let the Sovereign go."
The old lady still has no emotion in her voice: "Now the Suspense Sect has been bullied by outsiders, do you still have to help those outsiders speak?"
The elder's voice was low and did not flinch, and said: "The lord has been married to Liming Lake for many years, how can she be an outsider?"
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As the elders were killed, the strength comparison between the two factions of the Suspense Sect finally reversed.
But everyone knows that the old lady will never accept failure like this.
The practitioners who came to participate in the Pure Heart Conference were a little nervous and curious, waiting for the final ending of this story.
Why don't Mu and the three Shiyue Peak disciples sit in the hall every day, chatting with acquaintances of Daze and Jingzong, it is really like watching the excitement.
Daze Zuo Yushi, Jingzong Changshi and others thought that he was using this method to prove that Qingshan was not involved in this matter, and only he knew what he was preparing.
In the early morning of the fourth day, that event finally happened.
The bell on the shore of Dawn Lake vibrates, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth dances with it, giving birth to countless invisible vortexes.
Some casual practitioners at a lower level, unable to withstand the change in aura, pale, rushing to the lake and constantly vomiting.
With the bell, the formation enveloped a small courtyard.
Dozens of Xuanling Sect disciples surrounded the small courtyard to ensure that no one could leave.
The old lady leaned on the crutches and walked slowly to the front of the small courtyard.
Practitioners of various factions who heard the news also rushed over. The Xuanling Sect did not hide their meaning and allowed them to stand around.
The door of the small courtyard was pushed open, and the young monk looked at the formation outside and was startled, and said, "Senior, you are..."
The old lady ignored him, walked into the small courtyard, did not look at the old monk, and walked directly to the monk wearing the hat.
"You are indeed as the rumors say, whether it is a sword or a human being fast, you can't even perceive the life of the old man in advance."
She looked at the monk and said, "But you underestimated my Hanging Bell Sect."
The flying sword that killed people on the shore of Dawn Lake these days is indeed strange and fast, but if you kill too much, it will always leave some traces.
The Great Formation of the Suspense Bell Sect kept narrowing its scope according to those traces, and finally when the flying sword killed people again last night, it alarmed the old lady's life bell.
The monk wearing the hat lowered his head and said nothing.
The practitioners of various schools outside the courtyard are very nervous, thinking what will happen if this hat is taken off?
Daze Zuo Yushi and Jingzong Changshi took a look at He Bumu, and found that his expression was a little dignified, and they couldn't help but squat, knowing that it was really done by the Qingshan Sect.
Looking at the monk wearing the hat, the old lady took a deep breath, thinking about his strange body and the rumors in the practice world over the past two years.
"Daoist Jing Jiu, you are not meditating in Qingshan, but you are hiding here as a monk in Guocheng Temple. What do you intend to do?"
Listening to these words, the practitioners of all schools couldn't help being in an uproar!
The monk wearing a hat is actually Qingshan Jingjiu!
Why did he come to the Suspense Sect to kill?
People thought of why not what I said a few days ago~IndoMTL.com~ and found this to be a matter of course.
——Shen Mofeng has only three foreign visitors in these years, Tong Yan, Bai Zao, and Young Master Desser of the Xuanling Sect.
When Tong Yan visited Shenmo Peak, Jing Jiu was still trapped in the snowy field, which means that the only foreign guests he personally received were Bai Zao and De Sete.
The entire spiritual world knows the relationship between Jing Jiu and Bai Zao. His relationship with Desese can be imagined. If something happens to Desese, how could he not come?
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Hearing what the old lady said, why not squint slightly, and the hands behind her back trembled slightly.
He was not nervous, let alone scared, but he squeezed the sword art and informed the three Shiyuefeng disciples including Lin Yingliang to prepare to do it.
The realm of these three disciples is not high, and the strongest Lin Yingliang is Wu Zhangzhong. He knows that once a war starts, I am afraid that something will happen, but how can I care about so much?
Under everyone's gaze, the monk lifted his right hand and took off the hat, revealing his face.
Seeing that face, why don't Mu Mu feel a little surprised, but his heart relaxes a lot, and the sword technique pinched with his right hand is also released.
The courtyard is very quiet.
The atmosphere is a bit awkward.
The monk's face is pretty, but not perfect.
Then he is naturally not Jing Jiu.
He Zhan looked at the old lady and asked seriously: "I am a monk from Guocheng Temple, why can't I be here?"
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(Well, according to everyone’s opinion, I will mainly use the name Ah Da, one word less than Liu Ah Da...)
(End of this chapter)
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