Chapter 990 Obscure

Chapter 990 Obscure

Dusk twilight.

The wind blows.

Half of the face of the tall red-haired Ghost Saint was shrouded in shadow.

Daojun's inquiry also made everyone look at him.

Although Cui Jianlu had already pointed out that this person was from a Taoist sect.

However, the Tao Sect has too many branches, including the main vein alone, not to mention the branch veins under the main vein.

If there really is such a person, others may not know the details. As a monk of Taiyi Sect, it is impossible for Qi Hua not to know.

Although his strength is weak, he is from a large Taoist sect, so his knowledge will not be a problem.

He looked at the red-haired great sage expectantly.

Cui Jianlu's eyes narrowed slightly, and there was always a faint smile on his lips.

He couldn't tell the other party's identity, so why couldn't Lord Shangqing Dao tell him?

As long as the other party is a Taoist monk, he will definitely make mistakes under the pressure of the Taoist Lord.

At least you have to explain clearly which sect you come from.

Unlike Qi Hua and Cui Jianlu, the rest of the group wanted to know which family this holy master-level monk who could compete with Cui Jianlu belonged to.

Is it some kind of genius who was secretly cultivated by the sect?

"It's time to say it." Yan Tianjun smiled and looked at the changing scene in the cup.

He didn't believe anyone could withstand such great pressure.

Regardless of whether he is a genius or not, and whether he is mentally strong or not, when asked by the senior Tao Lord who is also a monk from the same Taoist sect, anyone will quickly report their details.

That's not weakness but instinct.

It's like a child who meets an adult when he is playing at the entrance of the village and asks him: "Which family are you a child from?"

Of course Tushanjun felt tremendous pressure.

The Tao Lord standing in front of him is a senior of the Taoist sect. Judging from his appearance, he should be a monk sitting in the forbidden land of the gods. His strength is only stronger than Ouyang Qiuxian.

No, I'm afraid Ouyang Qiuxian cannot be used to compare with the old man in front of him.

The old man just stood there, as if the great road had descended and a divine heaven was rising.

Tushanjun lowered his eyes.

He cupped his hands and said, "I will be a casual cultivator next time."

"good!"

"What a casual cultivator."

The old man laughed.

The voice was full of dissatisfaction.

Obviously, he felt rude to Tu Shanjun for concealing something like this.

Cui was stunned when he saw the deer. He also had to give a thumbs up at this moment.

So tough!

In front of Taoist Shangqing, he could still remain calm and refuse to say anything.

Such courage and loyalty are unparalleled.

No wonder the Taoist ancestor would send this genius saint to take action. This man's determination alone is enough to defeat countless monks.

The old man sneered, pointed at Cui Jianlu and said: "He, the true genius of Guxian Tower, has made such a big mistake. I am too lazy to argue with the younger generation. I can directly find the people behind him. They must also give me an explanation. How about you? There is no one behind you, so how can you explain to the old man?"

Tu Shanjun spoke slowly: "Senior, I will bear all the responsibility for whatever explanation you want."

The old man shouted:

"ability!"

"Being a hero?"

"One person does the work and one person is responsible."

"Can you bear it?"

"Aren't you very confident in your Taoist cultivation? Why don't you, old man, give me a try to see if you really have the strength to take on this responsibility?"

Tushanjun said nothing and was about to take the attack.

"Master Wei."

came the voice.

Everyone was shocked, who dared to interrupt Daojun when he was speaking.

Do you not want your own life anymore?

Follow the sound.

The old man also looked sideways slightly, and the coldness on his face melted, as if he suddenly turned into a kind old man.

Look at the person speaking.

He said with a smile: "It turns out to be Mr. Shou. I don't know what Mr. Shou has to say."

The person who spoke was none other than Shou He, the head catcher of Wanning County. It was also the first time that Shou He discovered that Old Wei from the Wanning County Medical Center was actually a senior expert.

In the past few years, for arrests in Wanning County, he and his brothers traveled here and there. The neighbors on the street have long been familiar with him, especially the major medical clinics and drug stores. After all, they are inevitably injured when doing errands.

Especially the medical clinic opened by Master Wei, I often go there.

Probably because the medicinal efficacy and medical skills are both equally good.

"Master Wei doesn't know something. This brother is my savior."

Shou He smiled cautiously, rubbed his big rough hands, nodded and bent down, and wanted to step closer, but hesitated for a while and stood still, as if he wanted to apologize together.

"A drop of water must be repaid by a spring, let alone a life-saving favor. And this matter is my fault. If I didn't kill a stranger, I wouldn't bother my brother to stand up for me."

"Everything happens for a reason?"

“Everything happens for a reason.”

Shou He nodded quickly and continued: "My brother is not used to taking action without any reason."

"It's not that we have to abstain from responsibility."

"People are already coming to kill us, so we can only meet the enemy."

There was silence for a moment.

"Blame me!"

The roar startled everyone.

Everyone then looked sideways.

Qi Hua, who was sitting on the wheelbarrow, couldn't help but feel a little nervous when he saw so many pairs of eyes looking at him.

However, he quickly regained his composure and said with cupped hands: "Qi Daojun, it's all Guxian Tower who instigated us. We were deceived and wanted to fight for the opportunity. We don't want to alarm Daojun."

Old Man Cui's eyes were blank for a moment.

There are also self-destructions?

Qi Hua, however, explained everything clearly in one breath, and then shrank back in his seat, staying still and not looking at them.

Cui Jianlu didn't care at all with his eyes glaring as if he was about to spit out flames.

Cui Jianlu shouted: "You..."

Qi Hua pinched his neck: "What am I? I'm from a Taoist sect!"

The old Taoist Lord cast an appreciative look, which seemed to say: 'Good boy, your bones are not soft. ’

He immediately nodded and said calmly: "You can't blame me for that. Not to mention that Shou Captou worked hard and contributed a lot to the tranquility of Wanning County. If you don't look at the monk's face and the Buddha's face, I have to give the old man a little respect."

"Amitabha."

Master Ruzang recited the Buddha's name, as if to say: "This matter has nothing to do with our Buddhist sect. We came here to break up the fight simply for the sake of the lives of the common people." ’

Cui Jianlu didn't know what the old man meant at this moment.

Reprimands, questions, and responsibilities were all waiting for Shou He to speak so that he could point all the fingers at him.

It doesn't matter whether Qi Hua says it or not.

From the beginning, the old man could not plan to bring the bowl of water to an end, but wanted to completely suppress the matter.

However, Cui Jianlu couldn't bring it up yet. He was the one who instigated this matter after all. Even if he blurted out that Tu Shanjun had the help of Yuan Shengming Demon, he probably wouldn't be taken seriously.

The old Taoist master has long regarded Tushanjun as a nail to break into the Taoist door.

Once he told the story about the Blood Jade Gourd, it would backfire.

The face of the majestic Holy Lord was blue and white.

All the clever strategies turned into nothing in front of Daojun, and he couldn't even say no.

Cui Jianlu closed his eyes slightly and sighed: "I was the one who failed this round."

Old Cui on the side saw his uncle Holy Master saying this and immediately walked forward.

It is true that the boy from that sect is a tough guy, and Mrs. Cui of Guxian Tower is not a softie either.

Uncle should blame everything on him.

My uncle was completely unaware of everything and he was solely responsible for it.

It's just that your cultivation is completely ruined, and if it's more serious, you'll die immediately.

"uncle……"

Cui Jianlu raised his hand to stop the old man Cui.

He glanced away, then slowly took it back.

How could he not know what Cui Hao meant.

But it's no use.

To die is just to save Cui Jianlu's face.

Using a person's death to protect his own face, Cui Jianlu asked himself that he was not so shameless.

Face is nothing, if you lose it, you can earn it back.

If your life is lost, you cannot bring it back to life.

Therefore, Cui Jianlu grinned and cupped his hands and said: "Senior Mingjian, this matter is indeed the junior's fault, but this is one of the rights of my Ancient Immortal Tower in the forbidden land."

"This junior is just not careful enough in his actions. This time when I go back, I will definitely get Long Qi back as soon as possible and make amends with my fellow Taoist."

As he spoke, he raised his hands and looked at Tushanjun.

A strange light flashed in Tushanjun's eyes.

He would rather the old Taoist Lord had not come.

This person named Cui Jianlu was very difficult to deal with at first glance.

It would be a good thing to completely break up the opponent's cultivation.

Now there is a feeling of letting the tiger return to the mountain, and I have to guard against it.

Of course, taking action directly is not necessarily a good idea.

If the opponent is really powerful, he will be seen through the moment the Three Saints join him.

When the time comes to call for punishment, if the person who comes is a monk from the sect, it will be bad for him to take action, and it will be bad for him not to take action. On the contrary, it will be easier for him to do bad things.

However, Tu Shanjun felt that he would not be forced to that step yet.

The ten saints in the Zunhun Banner are enough to practice the same level alive.

Tu Shanjun waved his hand and said, "No need."

"We will avenge ourselves if we have any grudges, so we won't bother fellow Taoists."

The old Taoist master nodded and said: "Since you have already known your mistake, fortunately it has not caused irreparable consequences, so this matter ends here."

After the old man finished speaking, he started walking down the mountain.

Taking one step forward, the figure drifts away, as if it can travel across the space and the space will fold accordingly, without any hindrance.

It just took the blink of an eye for the old man to disappear completely.

I think I have returned to Wanning County.

The swordsman standing behind Master Ruzang opened his mouth.

What ends here?

Does that mean it’s over?

The Taoist sect and the Guxian Tower were in tit-for-tat confrontation, but it was he, the Buddhist disciple, who was unlucky.

Where is the reasoning here?

The swordsman really wanted to talk.

But standing in front of him was Master Ruzang.

Now he feels like a mute eating Coptis chinensis and suffering indescribable pain.

"Amitabha, the young monk also wants to say goodbye."

Master Ruzang led the young novice monk and the swordsman down the mountain.

The little novice monk turned around and made a face at Cui Jianlu.

Seeing that Lu Ben was holding back his stomach, Cui sneered with a smile. Seeing that the young monk's back was not showing any signs of attack, Cui looked back at Tushan Jun without saltiness and said, "This matter won't end like this, I know it." I will keep an eye on you as to where you came from, and you’d better not show off.”

Tu Shanjun said calmly: "Fellow Taoist, you might as well come to Yanjun Temple to have a look."

"Will go."

"Walk!"

Cui Jianlu fluttered his sleeves and left.

Cui Hao, who looked like an old man smoking a dry cigarette, hurried to follow.

"Let's go back too."

Tu Shanjun withdrew his profound gaze.

It's just that when the soldiers come, they will be covered by the water and the earth.

…

"Uncle, we..."

"Don't be anxious."

Cui Jianlu said calmly: "A small loss does not count as a loss. What's more, it's not the time to decide the winner yet. I hold the trump card in my hand!"

late.

Everyone, go to bed early.