Huaijing noticed that many arrows pointed to the white paper in the center, and the content on it was an ancient sword floating on the seven bold words "The Fourth Cultivation Conference".

Bang!

"That's it!" Wang Xiaomiao snapped her fingers, "Start vote now! If my brother comes back in five years, please raise your hand!"

Monk Huaijing immediately raised his left hand, although he didn't understand what was going on.

"Please raise your hand if you want my brother to come back to save the world now!" Wang Xiaomiao raised his hands high, and by the way, his milk tea cup was clinked with the milk tea cup of monk Huaijing, "Two to one, the meeting was passed, and the counterattack officially began!"

Monk Huaijing's forehead was suddenly covered with black lines, "If your brother comes back now, he can't beat these sinful cultivators."

"My brother doesn't need to take action at all," said Wang Xiaomiao. "He only needs to appear at the Immortal Dao Conference, and these sinful cultivators can be done."

Monk Huaijing couldn't help but be stunned again, "Why?"

"It's quite complicated to explain. My brother seems to be just a young monk, but it just so happens that he is a bond... a very critical bond.

The two simplest examples:

As long as my brother comes back, the old senior sword spirit of the Sword Sect can take action to clean up these sinful practices without any scruples.

In addition, what Qin Yishen and the others have revealed is that the Immortals in the Underworld are not affiliated with the Diyin Sect, but a power to protect the small Underworld left by the Heavenly Court. My master’s influence on the Immortals in Mengpo is much greater than that of the Diyin Sect.

As long as my brother comes back, the position of Diyin Sect is not important at all, and it doesn’t matter if they close the mountains and bomb them.

Also, Master, don’t you have a golden body to use? This is considered a reserve force, and you can use three-pronged approaches to be foolproof!"

Monk Huaijing blinked and felt something was wrong, but he still couldn't refute...

"But these are not enough," Wang Xiaomiao jumped aside and stretched. "These various conspiracies and calculations made before the sin practice are all for one word - great righteousness, that is, the word "reason".

Now they have taken advantage of the countless monks through various conspiracies;

If you want to get rid of them, you must let their true faces be revealed to everyone.

Let Dayi go back where it should be.”

Huaijing felt a little dry mouth, "Why must it be the Taoist meeting in five days?"

"It's not our choice, it's the time point that the other party chose," Wang Xiaomiao said in a decisive voice, "These fifteen criminal cultivators must take advantage of the aftermath of Qin Yishen's reputation for them to preside over the Fourth Immortal Dao Conference.

In the past, Zhao Gao called a deer as a horse, which made the government and the country powerful.

What these sinful practitioners will do next will inevitably be to correct their reputation, establish their prestige, establish their reputation, and use both soft and hard, so as to achieve the goal of commanding the Taoist sect.

The 4th Immortality Conference is the best time they choose and the best time for us to fight back!

If they are allowed to stand firm in the world of Taoism, it will be even more difficult to cleanse them in the future."

"Counterattack?" Huai Jing smiled bitterly, "Just us?"

"Just us! And we have to divide the troops into two groups," said Wang Xiaomiao. "I will try my best to collect these evidences of sin. Now they must have the final work not finished."

"Is it too dangerous for you to do these? Then what should I do?" Monk Huaijing said, and then smiled bitterly unconsciously.

He was led by the nose by this girl before he knew it, and even agreed to Wang Xiaomiao's leadership.

Wang Xiaomiao smiled slightly, "Only master, you can do this. First send a letter to the Sword Sect, and then rush to the moon as soon as possible, try every means to call my brother back from the small fairy world."

clatter……

A small hand was placed on the shoulder of Monk Huaijing, "This task seems simple, but it is actually very difficult, and it is also the key to our counterattack of success or failure.

Master! The lives of countless righteous people in the world of Taoism will be entrusted to you!"

"This, this... OK..."

Huai Jing sighed dejectedly, as if he had accepted his own task, "You are hiding here, Xiaomiao, here is quite remote. I will ask the Buddhist practitioners of Tianlong Temple to protect you from your safety."

"No, I have to collect enough evidence," Wang Xiaomiao walked aside, held his long hair, and asked, "Is there a sharper knife?"

Huaijing took out a long knife from his sleeve and handed it to Wang Xiaomiao. Before she could ask her what she wanted to do, Wang Xiaomiao had already raised her sword and fell down. The long hair she had left since she practiced Taoism was cut off.

"I have learned some methods of disguise. It is not easy for them to arrest me. Just leave me more funds."

Wang Xiaomiao handed the long knife back, and carefully sorted out her short hair with her just made, "I must let these sins understand that this era is not a feudal ancient feudal era where they can do their own arbitrarily!

Let's start acting, the Dragon Subduing Arhat!"

Monk Huaijing was stunned. Standing there, he almost cried. Looking at the short-haired girl in front of him, it was like looking at a monster.

"Damn it...how did my identity be exposed? Who are you? Don't joke with the little monk."

"I am Wang Xiaomiao," Wang Xiaomiao blinked and pointed to the long knife, "You have a name engraved on it."

Huaijing looked down and saw that his forehead was suddenly covered with black lines. He felt that the Buddha's heart was facing an unprecedented challenge...

When his eyes felt a little dry, he suddenly heard a cold murmur, like an evil ghost Shura.
Chapter completed!