"Mao Shi hasn't returned to Shen Mansion yet?" The elder frowned, which meant that the whereabouts of True Lord Yuanheng Yin Shi in the later period when he arrived at Mao Shi was uncertain, and it was impossible to determine what he really did at that time.
"I wonder if fellow Taoist Yuan Heng has any other witnesses?" Otherwise, there is really no way to argue.
True Lord Yuan Heng shook his head and said nothing more. But his shaking his head was equivalent to admitting his crime in the eyes of others, and all kinds of discussions in the hall were endless...
"Can you still argue this time? I think it was really him who did this. I can't tell..."
"What do you know? This is called Skynet's meticulousness. This person probably didn't expect such a little person to escape and testify against him."
"Oh my God, I don't know what poor Linyue Lord is like. He is probably in danger."
"I don't dare to guess this. I haven't seen anyone yet... I'm curious about how the people above will judge. What if it turns out that it was really this person who did it? It's impossible for him to be like an ordinary disciple. Punish at will.”
"Probably we need people from the Wuhua Sect to come and talk. Have you forgotten that the person who caused harm to people in Tianxing Pavilion a few days ago was quickly put under house arrest in the guest house by someone from the sect. It is said that he will be severely punished when he returns..."
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At this moment, True Lord Yuan Heng seemed to have become a sinner in the minds of everyone, and he could no longer escape from his guilt.
Everyone from the Wuhua Sect was even more anxious. Zhenjun Yuanheng, what do you mean, the sect doesn’t even try to distinguish itself? Why should you follow those words and admit those things that are very detrimental to yourself?
Not everyone among them suspected that this matter was done by True Lord Yuan Heng. But the one who was being questioned felt more than a little depressed, and all kinds of questions came to mind.
No matter how you say it, these so-called evidences and testimonies are too coincidental. It was simply a posture tailor-made for True Lord Yuan Heng, trying to trap him into it.
Can Zhenjun Yuanheng really do such a flawless thing? If not, then why didn't he defend himself and let these people pin things on him? Could it be that he really did it?
Of course Zhenjun Yuanheng did not do this.
He looked coldly at these people who were singing and singing happily, and looked at them one by one without bothering to talk to them.
He originally thought there would be at least a few sensible people, but he didn't expect...a bunch of idiots! That's right, since they could all be fooled into coming here, he shouldn't have much expectations for them.
"Zhenjun Yuanheng, what exactly happened, can you give me an explanation?"
"that is……"
I don't know who is taking the lead, and I can't help but question the silent Lord Yuanheng, with unconcealable excitement in his tone. For some mediocre people, being able to pull down a superior person from the throne is a great "psychological encouragement", as if this way they can rise above these arrogant people and make up for the injustice in their hearts.
Of course, there are also some more clever monks who seem to be aware of something hidden in the undercurrent and watch the development of the situation in silence.
After an emotional narration, Gan Ping's chest rose and fell violently, and his pale face suddenly turned red and white, then white and red again. After several twists and turns, his face turned a little more transparent than at the beginning, and it was too white to look like a living person. The whole person's energy and energy were gone, and everyone had no doubt that they would go directly if this happened again.
The disciples of the Gui Yi Sect who were accompanying him quickly gave him the elixir and helped him lie down to help him breathe. Shi Haisheng sullenly wanted his disciples to carry him down, but he refused.
He looked stubborn and stared at True Lord Yuan Heng: "I wonder how True Lord Yuan Heng explains these..."
"Haha." Ning Xia heard Lord Yuan Heng chuckle lightly, with a breathy voice, and a hint of disdain.
Ningxia felt relieved and vaguely felt that the main event was finally coming. But she was so depressed.
"You have said so much. If I don't prove it, I might be convicted." Zhenjun Yuanheng said in an extremely contemptuous tone, leisurely, as if he didn't take everything seriously.
To be honest, she had never seen Lord Yuanheng with this attitude a few times. True Lord Yuan Heng is very peaceful in his daily life. He treats his disciples, monks from other sects, and even hostile monks with the most basic courtesy without being rude. He is not an arrogant person.
But today, Ningxia saw the other party's posture in a different way, aloof, scornful, and with a hint of disdain. It's not directed at any one person, but at the group of people in front of me who don't understand the situation at all. Ningxia suspected that True Lord Yuan Heng made this gesture specifically to be irritating.
The disciples of all the sects present probably felt uncomfortable, especially some monks who thought highly of themselves.
However, Ningxia didn't know that hundreds of years ago, when True Lord Yuan Heng was still True Lord Yuan Heng, he had such a temper. While walking in the world of cultivation, he had provoked many famous disciples. He was also so arrogant at that time.
It can be said that his nature is arrogant. It was only that something happened later, and he became more restrained as he grew older, and he became what they see now in Ningxia.
But for some senior monks who had the honor to meet True Monarch Yuan Heng, his posture is normal and the style that the "Jumu Divine Lord" should have. It makes people angry, scared and hateful to the point of itching their teeth.
The monk who had been hiding behind just a few mouths now wished he could shrink like a quail, his face turning blue under the oppression of the vague and non-existent spirit coming from not far away.
"Since this little friend has said so much, it's my turn to say it. You can't be allowed to perform a one-man show by yourself."
"Then please..." True Lord Yuanheng paused for a moment, and everyone listened attentively, wanting to know what kind of powerful explanation True Lord Yuanheng would give for himself.
"...What kind of robe did I wear last night?"
Everyone:...
What kind of problem is this? They had been waiting for this kind of question for a long time. This True Lord Yuan Heng must have acted too unconventionally.
"Zhenjun Yuanheng, you..." Gan Ping laughed angrily. He wanted to say that the other party was being troublesome, but he was choked and didn't know what to say.
Thinking about it carefully, I broke out in cold sweat. This question is beyond his scope. How does he know? The man only told him a few things, but he didn't tell him what clothes Zhenjun Yuanheng wore yesterday.
This True Lord Yuan Heng is simply a weirdo. He doesn't ask any questions and only pays attention to details like clothes.
There is no other way, a dead horse is a living horse doctor. When he saw the other party before, he always wore black robes representing the top leaders of the Wuhua Sect, and never wore anything else. He asked again, "What kind of Taoist robes are they wearing?" It must be a cliché! ! !
"You didn't seem to be wearing a monk's robe last night." Fortunately, he lost too much blood on his face and couldn't express his tiredness. Therefore, in the eyes of others, his expression during his deep thought was quite calm, and nothing unusual was noticed.
