After the Dharma Minister finished speaking, the hall fell into silence again. Song Xing looked at his calm face, sighed, and asked again: "Brother, do you mean that you didn't know Zhang Xiaofan before?"
The Dharma Minister nodded: "A monk does not lie. I have never met Junior Brother Zhang before this."
Song Xing nodded and said, "I believe Brother Faxiang, you may have never met Zhang Xiaofan before this. But maybe you have heard of his name somewhere?"
Faxiang frowned slightly, but still clasped his hands together, looked at Song Xing like this, and asked: "What exactly does Senior Brother Song want to say?"
Song Xing glanced at Pu Hong, who had closed his eyes next to the Dharma Prime Minister, and suddenly a smile appeared on his face, "Brother, don't blame me. I am very curious. I just want to find out the truth about what happened to my little junior brother. I have no interest in Tianyin." It’s disrespectful to all the holy monks in the temple.”
He said polite words, but there was no respect in his eyes.
"Zhang Xiaofan is a bit stupid, but he is my disciple of Dazhu Peak after all. If someone is wronged, my senior brother will have to stand up and say something. I hope senior brother Faxiang won't be blamed."
Seeing that Fa Xiang was still silent, Song Xing didn't take it seriously. He smiled and continued: "Since senior brother Fa Xiang doesn't know Zhang Xiaofan, I will say a few words."
"Zhang Xiaofan's background is very simple. He is an ordinary villager in Caomiao Village at the foot of Qingyunmen Mountain. His ancestors have been farmers for generations, and they have lived under the protection of Qingyunmen for generations."
"Before he was ten years old, he had never been exposed to any Taoist practices. When he went up the mountain, it was personally recognized by the master's uncle. There is no doubt about this, senior brother."
Daoxuan Zhenren was an expert in the world. Since he had personally tested Zhang Xiaofan's bones, no one present suspected that Song Xing was lying.
Song Xing looked at the Dharma image and said word by word: "However, the brothers of Tianyin Temple may not know that just the night before Zhang Xiaofan went up the mountain, more than 200 households in Caomiao Village were massacred overnight, leaving only three people alive. .”
"And over the years, Qingyun Sect has spared no effort to track down the real murderer, but no trace has been found."
The tragedy in Caomiao Village has always been a past event that the Qingyun Sect did not want to mention. Today, it was directly exposed by Song Xing. The first few Qingyun Sect leaders in the main hall frowned slightly, wondering why Song Xing would tell this.
But the expressions of Daoxuan, Shuiyue and others changed slightly.
songs , naturally we can only take in these two orphans. And I can guarantee with my life that Zhang Xiaofan never left Dazhu Peak before the Seven Meridians Competition."
"But Zhang Xiaofan, who looks absolutely innocent, actually has the Brahma Prajna Kung Fu and the Blood-devouring Beads hidden in his body. In addition, Senior Brother Faxiang showed inexplicable concern when he saw Zhang Xiaofan for the first time, so it's no wonder that I have such wild thoughts. .”
Everyone in the hall could tell. Although Song Xing was explaining the whole story, his words were directed at Tianyin Temple, and the meaning behind his words made the leaders of Qingyun Sect suddenly change their expressions.
Facing Song Xing's words, Fa Xiang was silent for a moment and then said: "What Senior Brother Song said is just your guess."
Song Xing nodded and said: "Yes, these are all my guesses. I am just telling you for your reference. I just hope that the master will investigate in detail. If Zhang Xiaofan really betrays the master, I, the senior brother, will be the first to do so." Don’t spare him.”
Daoxuan's heart moved, and he carefully recalled what Song Xing had just said. The more he thought about it, the more secretly shocked he became.
In the Caomiao Village tragedy, with the power of the Qingyun Sect, the real culprit has not been found for all these years, and he was already filled with doubts.
Now, listening to Song Xing's words, it turned out to be inextricably related to Tianyin Temple.
As a result, the reason why Zhang Xiaofan, a Brahma Prajna, and the divine monk Puhong came to Qingyun Gate this time suddenly became complicated and confusing.
But at this moment, even though he knows that Tianyin Temple may have some ulterior secrets, Daoxuan has no intention of pursuing it for the time being.
The outcome of the conflict between the two righteous sects is not what Daoxuan wants to see.
But if there is really another secret behind this matter, Zhang Xiaofan cannot be executed until the investigation is clear.
Daoxuan's mind was spinning, and he had made a decision in the blink of an eye.
He stood up with a frosty face, picked up the fire stick that had been placed beside him, and said coldly: "Zhang Xiaofan, back then I thought you were pitiful and kept you in the Qingyun Sect. Who knew you were so stubborn and incompetent? in this way"
Before he finished speaking, Master Daoxuan trembled, roared angrily, and threw the fire stick out, as if his hand had been scalded.
The fire stick drew a black shadow in the air, fell to the ground, bounced a few times, and rolled in front of Zhang Xiaofan.
The sudden change immediately shocked everyone present. Wherever they looked, a black shadow suddenly flew up from the fire stick, stopped in mid-air, and made a strange creaking sound.
It was a different kind of centipede the size of a palm, with brilliant colors and seven branches on its tail. At this moment, the vibrations flew up, and he shook his head and tail, looking extremely arrogant.
"Seven-tailed centipede!"
The first elder of the Qingyun Sect, whose experience and knowledge is unmatched by ordinary people, surrounded Daoxuan in the blink of an eye, especially separated from the seven-tailed centipede. When everyone looked at Daoxuan, they all couldn't help but feel pale.
I saw Master Daoxuan's right hand shaking, and there was a wound on his middle finger. It was obviously injured by the seven-tailed centipede. In this moment, the blood flowing out was already black. What's more terrible is that from the wound on the fingertip, Here, a shocking black energy attacks upwards with almost visible urgency.
The seven-tailed centipede is famous for being the most poisonous in the world, but even a master like Daoxuan is trapped by it.
Daoxuan Zhenren only felt dizzy and out of breath for a moment, but his Taoism was so high that he was even better than the monk Puzhi back then. He immediately calmed down his mind, pointed his left hand like a knife, and in just a moment almost had He counted with his numb right hand and drew symbols in the air, immediately blocking the upward attack of the black energy.
At this moment, Taoist Cangsong rushed to his side and held his body tightly. When he saw Master Daoxuan's wounds, he turned to Zhang Xiaofan and shouted: "You dare to assassinate the leader!"
Suddenly everyone in the hall looked at Zhang Xiaofan. Zhang Xiaofan was dumbfounded: "No, I didn't."
But Song Xing, who was beside him, suddenly took a step to stop him. His sword was unsheathed like water, slashing at the seven-tailed centipede in the air. At the same time, he shouted: "Uncle Master, be careful!"
Dao Xuan was stunned, and just as he was puzzled by what he meant, he suddenly felt a coldness in his stomach. Severe pain came instantly, and his body was shaken. The essence that had been moved to his right hand to suppress the poison suddenly dissipated.
And the face of Taoist Cangsong who was standing next to him suddenly changed from an anxious expression to an extremely ferocious one in front of him.
Master Daoxuan groaned, and cut his left hand upside down. Master Cangsong's left hand immediately came up to meet him. The two collided with each other. Master Cangsong's body was shaken, and he flew out and landed in front of the door of Yuqing Hall. After a moment, the corners of his mouth slowly flowed down. There was a trace of blood, but his expression was sneering.
On his right hand, he held a dagger, which was as crystal clear as water. You could tell at a glance that it was not an ordinary sword.
At this moment, the blade of the sword was covered with bloodstains, and bright red blood slowly flowed down drop by drop from the blade, dripping onto the blue bricks of the hall.
The crowd that was in chaos just now suddenly became quiet, as quiet as death.
(End of chapter)
