"roll!"
Venerable Purgatory shouted violently, and hit the wall with his backhand. The mahogany-inlaid masonry wall undulated like a dragon. The entire wall was inlaid with deep mahogany, and the wind surged wildly. In the blink of an eye, it was torn into pieces by the violent airflow.
At this moment, the curtain moved slightly, and a middle-aged scribe walked in slowly. He was wearing a white shirt and a green scarf. He had good appearance and a pair of tiny eyes that ruined his gentle temperament.
"I told you to get out of here!"
The Purgatory Master didn't look back, and struck out a palm. The air flow was like a dragon, rolling in randomly. The middle-aged scribe waved his palm gently, like willow leaves fluttering, pulling it left and right, with violent energy under his guidance. Down, it suddenly turned into a refreshing breeze that filled the room and dispersed through the window.
"Sir, what's happened is that it's no use getting angry. If the two leaders know about it, it will only make them laugh more. The most urgent thing is to break the situation."
The middle-aged scribe walked slowly to the window and looked at the cliff opposite. The rustling sky wind stirred the wild forest.
Today, the Ghost Slaughter Sect has two heads, a chief and a deputy, who are the two senior brothers of Lord Purgatory. In the past, the three of them listened to the instructions under the dead wood old ghost seat.
The two senior brothers of Purgatory Venerable have participated in creation and are only half a step away from the realm of soul sensing. They also carefully kill the secrets of the ghost sect and have magical powers that even the ancestor of soul sensing does not dare to challenge. , propped up the illustrious reputation of the Ghost Slaughter Sect.
The middle-aged scribe knew that Lord Purgatory had always wanted to compete with the two leaders, so he deliberately made trouble with the two leaders.
Sure enough, Lord Purgatory stopped his fury and said coldly, "What kind of situation is this? Junior Zuo, I want him to die a good death. However, now is not the opportunity to let this kid run wild."
The middle-aged scribe turned around and said, "You must not ignore the throne. After all, the child is wearing a tiger's skin. If you want to clean it up, you must leave no flaws. Otherwise, you will not achieve the success, but suffer the consequences."
Lord Purgatory looked at the middle-aged scribe and said coldly. "If you have any ideas, just tell me. It's already this time, why are you still going around in circles with me?"
The middle-aged scribe is the head of the School of Slaughtering Ghost Sect, and Xiang is the literary brave of Slaughtering Ghost Sect. This time the Ghost Slaughter Sect entered Longfeng, Venerable Purgatory was the leader, and the middle-aged scribe was the assistant.
The middle-aged scribe said, "To get rid of the juniors, there are only two ways. One is slow and the other is fast. Slow is safe, fast is risky. If you want to go slow, let Su take charge of it, and he will be able to make achievements in ten months. Although the kid is arrogant, he can't do it. In terms of power, how can the little guard leader be able to overpower my Ghost Slaughter Sect? He only needs to slightly stimulate the relationship between our sect and the Yamen of Shenjing, but he is still afraid that he will not be able to defeat a mere deputy 100 households?"
Although Dai Viet values name and nobility. However, major forces, especially high-ranking families, have deeply influenced the imperial system.
After all, this is a world where the strong are respected. The major sects specialize in cultivating strong people, so it is naturally easier than ordinary people to invade the forces of the imperial court.
The Ghost Slaughter Sect is one of the seven high sects. It has been a sect for hundreds of years and has a profound foundation. If you want to use official power. It is naturally not difficult to crush Xu Yi.
"Hmph, junior Zuo'er, is it worth our efforts?"
Lord Purgatory was displeased. The reason why he hated Xu Yi so deeply was not because he was disadvantaged in the fight for the demonic plant, but because this thief caused him to lose so much face in front of everyone.
He would not give up until Xu Yi was killed by his own hands. How could he be willing to resort to external forces to end the matter.
The middle-aged scribe frowned slightly. He guessed that Lord Purgatory would definitely not allow this method, and he felt regretful in his heart. However, as the mastermind, he had to try his best to plan. He pondered for a moment and said, "If you want to be quick, the only way is to secretly assassinate and strike with thunder. Make sure to hit it successfully.”
"This is exactly what I want!"
Venerable Purgatory slapped the window and said, "Old Su, please plan on your behalf. I have barely fought against the little thief. This thief has some skills, but it is difficult for him to rise to the level of elegance. The only one we can worry about is this thief." There are many soldiers around us, and if we hunt them down, we will definitely alert the soldiers, and it will be a big disaster if it goes wrong."
The middle-aged scribe said, "I won't be able to find a good solution for this matter for a while."
Venerable Purgatory Fang frowned, and the middle-aged scribe smiled slightly and said, "Why are you so anxious? I can guarantee that there are many people who are more anxious than you."
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a voice saying, "Your Majesty, Master Shenzong, Master Tingshu, and the good Buddha, please see me."
The tumor on Lord Purgatory's forehead was instantly filled with blood. The middle-aged scribe smiled and said, "Please come in." After saying that, he quickly walked out and reminded, "Sir, right and wrong have come to the door. You can't hide. You won't be able to hide here." Let’s go into the hall as a guest.”
Lord Purgatory snorted coldly and followed closely.
When the two entered the lobby, they saw Ming Shenzong, Song Tingshu, and Shanshan Buddha, each of whom was sitting down to have a drink.
"I wonder what these three great masters can teach me when they come here!"
Venerable Purgatory was the first to speak, with a face full of ridicule and an extremely unhappy heart.
He had no idea what these three people were doing here. It was just that they couldn't let go of the demonic plant.
Thinking of the three people who had previously teamed up to protect the little thief, and now they are looking for themselves to deal with the little thief, they have truly interpreted the idea of a mother with breasts to the extreme, how ironic.
Ming Shenzong snorted coldly, "Old Song, Great Buddha, I have already told you that people don't appreciate it. Maybe you think someone is asking for it. Why should we put a hot face on a cold butt? Without him, we can still do it!"
Master Purgatory slapped the table and stood up, "Then what are you doing here to find me?" The sound was like thunder, shaking the house and causing dust to fall. Song Tingshu, who was drinking tea leisurely, looked at each other and put down the tea cup.
Ming Shenzong stood up and was about to leave with his sleeves fluttered. The middle-aged scribe pushed him back to his seat, "Everyone, everyone, our sect has suffered a lot of hidden losses at the hands of that little thief. I am not feeling well. I still hope." Everyone understands. You and I are fully aware of the purpose of your coming here. If you don’t get rid of the little thief, how can you lose face? As for the ownership of the demonic plant, we are willing to discuss it with you."
The Lord Purgatory and the middle-aged scribe all understood that these people came only for the demon plant.
Since such an important treasure has passed away, there is no reason to let it go according to the temperament of these people.
The reason for coming here is simply because they knew that the Ghost Slaughter Sect was determined not to let the little thief go, so there was a lack of coordination, and the two sides got into a trap again.
"I've heard for a long time that Master Su is very resourceful and good at making decisions. I'm really happy."
Song Tingshu brushed his folding fan and said with a smile, "Purgatory, don't speak secretly in front of the public. We all want to get rid of the little thief. We are here to discuss how to distribute the demonic plants."
Venerable Purgatory sneered, "The will-o'-the-wisp dantian is gone, but the mouth is still there. How about I invite the will-o'-the-wisp to come and tell you who owns the demon plant?"
The Supreme Buddha shook his round head lightly, clasped his hands and said, "Good, good, good! All treasures are born, and the virtuous will live in them. Why should the benefactor of purgatory always hold on to false thoughts?"
Venerable Purgatory's flesh trembled and he snorted coldly, "Bald thief, I hate you the most in my life for people like you who are so full of ambition but insist on talking about Buddha's preaching. This is shameful and hateful!"
The Supreme Buddha's plump face was slightly red, but he still clasped his hands and said, "The donor cannot see through the obstacles of karma. How do you know that my Buddha is vast? All causes and effects are like dreams and illusions. How can I argue with words? It's good, it's good." To be continued.
