Speaking of the Holy Fire Cult, Qin Jinsong, the official of Jiantiansi Town, obviously has more say.
"To talk about the origin of the Holy Fire Cult, we have to mention the immortal leader of the Holy Fire Cult, Qiu Rujun."
Lin Ji looked like he was listening attentively, but in his heart he remembered the split soul of the leader of the Holy Fire Cult who had briefly controlled Beishang in the Holy Fire Secret Realm.
"So her name is Qiu Rujun? She's still a woman!" Lin Ji thought to himself.
"What do you mean by not dying?" Lin Ji asked again, which sounded a bit weird.
"Qiu Rujun has been dead for a long time. He was besieged and died by several seniors in the monk world. That was hundreds of years ago."
"But she's not dead." Lin Ji's words were firm.
"Yes, she is a powerful person in the Dao Realm. As long as her Dao is immortal, she will continue to exist."
"Holy fire?"
"Holy fire!" Qin Jinsong nodded, "Before his death, Qiu Rujun turned his large prop statue into a holy fire, and then disintegrated the holy fire and scattered it throughout Yunzhou."
"Since then, the Holy Fire Cult has turned from light to darkness and began to send out fire-seeking envoys to collect the Holy Fire in order to restore the Holy Fire to integrity."
"With the Dao intact, Lord Qiuru will naturally be able to return. There may be other points in this, but only a monk at the Dao Realm can understand this."
Hearing this, Lin Ji already understood why this was such a big trouble.
"So the Holy Fire in my hand is something that the Holy Fire Cult will never give up. As long as I still have the Holy Fire in my hand, they will fight to the death with me, even if I escape to the ends of the earth?"
"That's the truth." Qin Jinsong said helplessly, "Brother Lin, how can you have such a thing as the Holy Fire? I thought that before you went to the Holy Fire Secret Realm, Master Fang would have given you countless warnings not to touch the Holy Fire, let alone covet it. .”
"It's all an accident." Lin Ji prevaricated casually.
He could never tell him about meeting the leader of the Holy Fire Cult.
Thinking of this, Lin Ji stood up and said, "Let's go to the prison to see Zhang Jing first. At least we can get some information out of him."
"That's the truth." Zhang Jinsong and Lu Nanting naturally had no objection.
The three people came to Jian Tiansi's prison again.
In the deepest cell of the prison, there was not only the Chinese-faced Zhang Jing, but also Zhang Qixian, whom he had met before.
A green pear fruit was rolling on the ground. Zhang Qixian knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing. His forehead was already bloody, but he didn't stop at all.
"Dad, you have been bewitched by a cult. I don't want anything else, I just want you to eat this green pear fruit."
"Get out!" Zhang Jing cursed feebly and turned his face to the other side.
Seeing this scene, Lin Ji turned and looked at Qin Jinsong aside.
Qin Jinsong said in a low voice: "Brother Zhang took great care of me back then. I am also sorry for Brother Zhang. I have always felt guilty these years."
"Qi Xian is Brother Zhang's only son, but he was raised by me. He has been trying to save Brother Zhang these years."
Lin Ji shook his head and said, "Help? That Zhang Jing doesn't look like he's being coerced at all."
Hearing this, Qin Jinsong sighed and shook his head slightly.
Lin Ji didn't care about this, he walked over first and pulled Zhang Qixian up.
"It's none of your business here, get out."
Zhang Qixian still wanted to resist, but Lin Ji violently threw him out of the cell.
"If you dare to say nonsense, I will punish your father severely." Lin Ji said coldly.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Qixian stopped, but refused to leave and looked inside through the cell door.
Lin Ji didn't care about this.
Zhang Jing's relationship with Qin Jinsong and Zhang Qixian has nothing to do with him.
He only knew that he had been plotted by Zhang Jing, and the wounds on his body were still hurting at this time.
Soon, the cell leader brought three chairs. Lin Ji grabbed a chair and sat at the front, looking at Zhang Jing.
"How did you do it? It seems that although your cultivation is a day trip, your realm is frivolous and you are not a powerful figure among the monks of the same level. When you attacked me earlier, my energy and blood suddenly collapsed, and my soul was sluggish. ...Is it because of the holy fire?”
Zhang Jing closed his eyes and did not answer, with a look of death on his face.
Lin Ji was not in a hurry, and said with a smile: "It's okay if you don't tell me. As long as you don't die, the news will not spread back to your Holy Fire Sect so quickly. I can leave Yunzhou and return to the capital to oversee the Tiansi General Office without leaving the gate." If you don't step forward, you will never be able to take back the sacred fire in my hand."
After the words fell, Zhang Jing was unmoved on the surface.
But Lin Ji's telepathy had already seen through Zhang Jing, and he was obviously shaken.
He may not care about his own life, but he will not care about the mission of the Holy Fire Cult.
However, this threat seemed not enough to make Zhang Jing speak.
Lin Ji looked back at Zhang Qixian at the cell door.
"Your son is really nothing. He stole the green pear fruit to save you, but he didn't care about the life and death of my colleague. If this matter is investigated, I will not accuse him of murdering his colleague."
"Brother Lin..." Qin Jinsong's face moved slightly, but before he could say anything, he saw Lin Ji turning back with a cold face.
Lin Ji, who had always been kind, now showed a fierce aura.
Inexplicably, Qin Jinsong was speechless. At this moment, there was a bit of fear in his heart.
Lu Nanting on the side also noticed this scene.
"The power of the soul is so strong, it even scares me." He thought secretly.
Lin Ji continued to look at Zhang Jing.
When the topic turned to Zhang Qixian, Zhang Jing obviously felt panic in his heart.
Sure enough, to hit a snake, you have to hit it seven inches. It seems that this guy still cares about his son.
Lin Ji smiled and said, "You answer whatever I ask. If you hide or hesitate at all, your son will not end up well. I, Lin Ji, swear on my life that if I cannot match my words with my actions on this matter, I will be punished by heaven and earth."
After the words fell, Zhang Jing finally opened his eyes.
He looked at Lin Ji with neither sadness nor joy.
"You go ahead and ask me. Give me a good time after you ask. Don't embarrass him."
"Dad!" Zhang Qixian, who was on guard, shouted.
But he was quickly taken away by Qin Jinsong, and Qin Jinsong never came back.
Obviously he couldn't bear it, but he also acquiesced in Lin Ji's methods.
Lin Ji asked: "Did the changes in my body before happen because of the Holy Fire?"
Zhang Jinsong reached into his arms and took out a token.
"This is a fire-seeking order. It contains the means left by the leader to control the holy fire."
Lin Ji took the token and looked at it for a moment, unable to see the door.
"So, as long as you have the holy fire on your body, you will be like a lamb to be slaughtered in front of you fire seekers?"
"This is the method left behind by the leader when he disintegrated the avenue, in order to successfully gather the Holy Fire."
The answer was not what the question was asked, but it confirmed Lin Ji's statement.
For a moment, Lin Ji's face turned extremely ugly, and all the benefits brought by the holy fire were gone.
"This bullshit is immune to all poisons. This garbage holy fire has tricked me to death."
