Seeing the disgust in Cihang's eyes, Jiujiu was stunned and hurriedly chased after him.

But when she chased her out, Ci Hang could no longer be seen.

Compared to martial arts, Cihang was only higher than that, Jiujiu wrinkled her little nose in dissatisfaction.

Really, did she kill innocent people indiscriminately? She just killed a witch. As for being so angry?

Jiujiu sighed and continued to walk forward dejectedly.

Although Sang Ye was dead, she had not cleaned up Mo Yu's family, let alone that, she was going to Miaojiang first to find out how Yunze died.

Seeing Jiujiu leave, Cihang lowered his eyes and silently recited the mantra of the Pure Heart countless times.

He just now moved the anger precept.

Because Sang Ye was dead, Jiujiu could barely bring Xiaobai and Baozi out. After the three went to southern Xinjiang, they were invited to see the Great Wizard.

When I saw Jiujiu's first face, the Dawu, who had originally had a cold and serious face, looked at Jiujiu with sad eyes and nostalgia. After a moment, he covered his face and cried out loud.

He was obviously an old man with white hair and beard, but he was crying like a child in front of Jiujiu. After a long time, he started to talk with Jiujiu's hand.

Jiujiu only reached Yunshu's life experience.

Yunshu always thought he was an abandoned baby, and Jiujiu thought so too.

In fact, Yunshu is not only not an abandoned baby, but also the child of the Miaojiang Saint.

When the saint of Miaojiang was strolling outside, she met true love, and then stayed in the Central Plains to give birth to a child for true love. Unfortunately, the love of true love was as fleeting as the ephemeral cereus. In order to continue living, she tricked the saint from the saint's mouth to get rid of the poison, so she seriously injured the saint.

Originally, he wanted to kill Yunshu, but the Miao saint took Jiujiu out with her last breath. Later, when she saw Yunze, she put Jiujiu at the foot of the mountain. After watching Yunze take Jiujiu away, she jumped off the cliff and committed suicide, destroying the last little evidence.

When the great witch found the saint, her body had already been swallowed up by jackals, tigers and leopards. If it weren't for the skeletons of clothes on the ground and the traces of blood, who would have believed that the saint would die so miserably?

The great witch held Jiujiu's hand and said, "I didn't want to disturb your life, but now that person has discovered you and wants to kill you to silence you."

The great witch held Jiujiu's hand tightly and said worriedly: "Jiujiu, stay in southern Xinjiang."

"Who is that person?"

"That man is the abbot of Shaolin and Master Pudu."

Things in the world are always so wonderful. Some people who look extremely vicious have a kind heart, while some people who look kind have a filthy heart, such as the saints of Miaojiang and Master Pudu.

There is a rumor outside that the Miaojiang Saint is vicious, but in fact she is a kind-hearted girl without any scheming. Master Pudu has a constant reputation outside, but in fact, he is just a villain who is selfish and greedy for beauty but loves his reputation more.

Jiujiu took out the Yunze blood he had collected and handed it to the Great Wizard.

The great witch opened the bottle, and the bottle that originally contained blood emitted a strange fragrance.

The great witch stuffed the bottle mouth and looked at Jiujiu and said, "Thousand Miles of Soul Chasing Incense."

Jiujiu looked at the witch's face but stopped and said, "I just want to know the truth."

"This is your mother's unique poison. After your mother passed away, there was only one person who had the soul-chasing fragrance of thousands of miles away."

"Is it him?" Jiujiu lowered her eyes: "I understand. I will kill him to avenge my mother and my master."

After Jiujiu talked to the Great Wu, he turned around and left.

She was no longer planning to kill Mo Yu and Mo Hang, but she would not let go of the person who killed Yun Ze. Perhaps, if Yun Shu was still alive, she would not let go of him.

Master Pudu is just Yunshu's physiological father. The only thing he did was to provide a tadpole a long time ago, but Yunze favored Yunshu like a pearl and a treasure when Yunshu had not yet remembered it.

Even Jiujiu could feel Yunze's loving heart, and the most important thing was that Yunze was injured internally and could only live for one or two years at most. Even so, Pudu would not let Yunze die well.

When he thought of Yunze's face as dry as an orange peel, Jiujiu wanted to tear Pudu into pieces immediately.

After saying goodbye to the great witches, Jiujiu, Xiaobai and Baozi walked straight towards Shaolin Temple.

Her Ice Palm is only a small success. She can beat Mo Yu, but she can't beat Mo Hang, let alone the legendary unfathomable Pudu.

Pudu wants to kill, but he can only be taken away by wisdom.

Now that Mang Ye is dead, there is no need to attract attention with the costumes of Southern Xinjiang. Jiujiu put on the clothes of a girl from the Central Plains and ran towards Shaolin Temple.

Jiujiu thought it would be a long time since she met Cihang again, but she didn't expect that the two would meet Cihang on the way to Shaolin Temple, and Cihang took the initiative to call her.

After ordering Xiaobai to stop, Jiujiu pointed at her nose in surprise, looked at Cihang and asked, "Are you calling me?"

Ci Hang lowered his eyes, his face still had a ray of compassion, and his hands closed: "Little donor, we are meeting again."

"Well, why, Master, do you want to preach to me?" Jiujiu raised her eyebrows: "It's a pity that I'm in a bad mood today and I'm too lazy to listen to your nonsense."

"Is the little donor going to Shaolin Temple?" Cihang raised his eyelids and looked at Jiujiu and asked.

Jiujiu pulled her lips: "Well, are there any problems?"

"Is the little donor going to attend the martial arts conference?"

"Martial Arts Conference?" Jiujiu blinked her agile eyes and giggled out: "What is the matter with the martial arts conference? Are you choosing the leader of the martial arts league?"

"Now there are too many people in the Shaolin Temple. The little donor wants to worship Buddha, so he will go there another day."

"Hmph~" Jiujiu snorted coldly, sat upright, and looked down at Cihang: "I'm not going to worship Buddha, I'm going to kill people."

After saying that, he raised his foot and kicked Xiaobai's stomach. Xiaobai immediately ran forward with joy.

Listening to Jiujiu's tender voice saying something about killing people, Cihang was stunned for a moment, and there was a moment of striking.

After a while, the white horse returned. Jiujiu, who had just sworn to kill someone, sat on the horse's back and looked at him, smiling as bright as the sun, said, "Monkey, how about we discuss something?"

Cihang looked at Jiujiu as gentle and tolerant as he looked at a child: "Young donor, but it's okay."

"I heard that you are the monk who is most likely to take over as the next presidency of Shaolin Temple, right?" Jiujiu asked with her head tilted.

Cihang was stunned for a moment and nodded.

That's true, the master has told him this more than once.

"That's it." Jiujiu clicked her chin, looked at Cihang's eyes shaking, and said with a smile: "But I don't want you to be the host, what should I do? Will you agree to me?" (To be continued)
Chapter completed!