But her eyes were unknowingly bleeding and tears.

"Did you see these scars on my face? Each one was left to me by those more than a dozen men after they abused me! It was also imposed on me by the beasts of your Dafeng Temple, who were full of benevolence, righteousness and morality!"

"After half of the soul of the Destroyer was stripped away, I was dying. They thought I was dead, so they did not check my situation anymore. After burning the house, they left. But how could I die?"

"My monstrous resentment has no place to rest, and my deep hatred has not been relieved. How can I die?! I tried my last breath and crawled out of the fire. I spent more than a hundred years to re-cultivate my cultivation. The wounds on my face could have been healed long ago, and the burns had long disappeared, but I want to keep these scars!"

"Stay forever, remind myself of what kind of torture I have experienced, remind myself that one day, I will ask for everything I owe me from Dape Temple!!"

Jingyuan's face was full of surprise and shock.

The violence and murderous intent in the eyes were gradually replaced by incredible.

Holding the fingers of the Night Twelve, he slowly lost his strength.

He said hoarsely: "There must be some misunderstandings in this. Master and senior brother are not like that!"

In his memory.

The eldest brother is solemn and meticulous, but he is clear in rewards and punishments. He manages the Dabei Temple in an orderly manner and never stings with justice for the monks who have been wronged and wronged in the world.

The second senior brother is gentle and elegant, and has no dispute with the world. For so many years, he has been taking care of himself and teaching himself to practice like a brother and father. The compassion in his eyes cannot deceive others.

The master always carries the safety and danger of the people in the world, but puts himself and Dafeng Temple's personal interests behind him.

How could such a master be the beast among these people?

No!

Something must have been wrong!

Maybe there is a misunderstanding, or maybe it is these people swearing.

An Ye San stood up staggeringly and suddenly said, "Master Wuche of Dapei Temple has been missing for many years. Do you know where he went?"

Jingyuan moved his dry lips and wanted to ask "Where did you go?"

But suddenly, what Wu Meng, a girl from the Siqing tribe, said suddenly passed through my mind.

——"I was too tired and sleepy at that time, and I couldn't even open my eyes. I only vaguely saw a man who was a hundred times better than the immortal in the painting walked up to me."

——"Before I lost consciousness, I saw another person fall next to the god..."

——"He said to the god brother: 'Everything in the world has its own way of life and death. If you only help one person, you cannot save the people of the world. Sometimes, doing evil is not really evil, but to achieve great benevolence and great virtue. Do you understand?'"

——"Then the immortal brother called the man and then I fell asleep completely."

At that time, he had not thought deeply, and only guessed whether the second senior brother had accepted the apprentice, so why didn't there be any news to return to the temple?

Moreover, since the second senior brother is safe and sound, why don’t he send him any news so that he won’t worry.

Now that I think of Wu Meng's words again, everything seems to be pushed away from the fog, slowly... slowly... becoming clear.

The man who is a hundred times better than the person in the painting is... Luo Yunxiao.

Luo Yunxiao is the second senior brother’s disciple?

An Yesan looked at his expression and sneered: "Our noble Master Wuche, who is named Xingyuan Zhenren, lives near the Emperor of the Netherworld, and accepts Luo Yunxiao, the Great Prince of the Netherworld, who is unknown and unknown to few people in the world, as his disciple. Do you guess why?"
Chapter completed!