When the monk remembered the pain of his love but not getting it, his eyes turned red, and he felt aroused by the feeling of sympathy.

Mu Changfeng showed shame and said, "I know it is difficult for me to force others, but the Grand Master is over 100 years old and has little rivals in his cultivation. God is pitiful. If I give the younger generation the honor to meet a master, the master can resolve the hatred between the younger generation and his senior sister with his help."

The monk sighed softly, recalling the past, "She is very similar to Aluo. She attaches great importance to her friendship, it is really hard for you."

Mu Changfeng shed two drops of tears, showing sincerity and bowed again, "I will never forget the kindness of my seniors for helping me, and I will definitely repay you if you are crushed to pieces and your heart is covered with my heart."

Zhou Nianping secretly praised Mu Changfeng for acting in costumes, without any trace of fakery, and said without any chance: "Old monk, you don't know that my junior brother is definitely the most infatuated person in the world. He thinks about his senior sister during the day and at night, and dreams are shouting 'Arang, Arang'. My senior sister originally had a long-dead fiancé. Just when he was about to be moved by him, hey, a misunderstanding fell from the sky. This kid cheated my senior sister's best friend. Do you think he was so angry that he was so angry?"

Both of them are good actors, and they sang and reconciled each other, making up the story without missing a trace, and successfully concealed the secret that Fang Zhiqiang's bones were sealed in Yiai Temple.

The monk did not doubt that he was full of sympathy for Mu Changfeng and said, "Tell me, I will do my best to do my best if I want to help."

Mu Changfeng scratched himself like he was at the Ming family, soaking two red ropes with boiling blood, and wearing one on his wrist.

The monk immediately understood and said, "So that's it, Aluo has also used this technique." After saying that, he personally drew a circle of wounds on his wrist, took another red rope, and put it on his wrist. The red rope just covered the thin wounds.

Mu Changfeng smiled secretly and immediately transferred all the spiritual power of the monk to himself.

The monk's body seemed to be hollowed out in an instant, as if it was placed in the clouds, floating around, and the stars in front of him were scattered and he almost fainted.

Zhou Nianping was afraid that he would struggle to take off the red rope, pulled off the bed sheet, and tied him up tightly.

"You, what are you doing, why, why are you plotting against me?" Monk Ran looked at the two of them in confusion, feeling faintly disappointed.

"Stinky monk, hypocrite, you did a good thing." Zhou Nianping's eyes were fierce, and he gritted his teeth hard, grabbed the monk's right hand and confirmed it, and said, "The little finger of his right hand was slightly deformed, and the bloody handprint on the wall of Lin's house is indeed yours."

"What's wrong with you...?" The monk had no strength to support him anymore and had to lean on the wall of the Zen room.

Mu Changfeng said: "I'll explain it to you clearly. A huge metal box was buried underground in the wing room of the Lin family's old house, and a dirty sand vine was planted inside. Once the spore powder on the leaves matured and fell off, the plague will inevitably spread throughout Qixia Town."

The monk was still confused, "So what?"

"So what? You really know how to pretend." Zhou Nianping raised his hand and wanted to slap him. After all, he felt unbearable. His palm slowly fell down and said, "I ask you, was the metal box sealed in the You Palace by the Lord of Qin?"

“That’s right.”

"Are you proficient in poisonous gu skills?"

"It's good at all."

Zhou Nianping asked again: "After the Lin family left, have you been taking care of the Lin family's old house?"

The monk replied, “That’s right.”

Mu Changfeng said: "So, you have the best chance to bury the metal box in the house and take the opportunity to cultivate dirty sand vines."

When the monk heard this, he smiled bitterly and said, "Maybe there is another person who is proficient in poisonous gu, who stole the metal box and buried it in the old house of the Lin family. You can't just think it's me because of a few doubts."

Mu Changfeng looked at Zhou Nianping and waited for his reasonable explanation.

"If it were just a few doubts, of course we wouldn't wrongly accuse the good people." Zhou Nianping sat cross-legged on the cushion, trying to suppress his disappointment and heartache. "What a pity, I read some useful things in the library of Wunu Gorges back then. I have enough evidence to prove that it was a bad thing you did."

The things in front of the monk became more and more blurred. He bit his tongue and woke up a little, and said, "What are they?"

Zhou Nianping said: "The biography records that the Qin Palace Master became a famous craftsman in the world. At that time, many people were dissatisfied, and opponents often came to her to compete with her."

"That's true. A Luo is already famous at the age of twenty, and there are many people who are not convinced."

"One of them competed with her for whom the barrier set up was the most powerful. Whether it was the barrier that was isolated from sound, the barrier that was isolated from water and fire, or the barrier that was hidden in the invisible barrier, Qin Yiluo was slightly better. But she lost the last barrier."

Mu Changfeng was quite surprised, "If you lose, the Qin Palace Master will have a time when he is not as skilled as others?"

Zhou Nianping nodded and said, "The man found an abandoned manor, left blood marks on the wall, and set up a barrier that blocked all things. The wind could not blow in, the rain could not drip, and the water and fire could not damage it at all. It could not stop all demons, demons, birds and beasts, ordinary people, exorcists, and they could not step further."

Mu Changfeng sincerely praised: "It's so amazing. It turns out that there is heaven beyond heaven and there are people beyond human beings. It's really not easy for this person to beat the Lord of Qin Palace."

"The person who recognizes the master of that barrier can only use his own blood to arrange the barrier, and the person who competes with Qin Yiluo has already passed away. You must know the method because that person is your master."

Mu Changfeng was slightly stunned, and then he was amused and laughed, "It's a bit too...that's right, an elder went to find a little girl to compete in spiritual skills."

He has always respected the elderly and can't say too badly.

"Who said no?" Zhou Nianping looked very contemptuous, not caring about the elders and younger generations. "I heard that the younger generation specially looked for seniors and famous people to compete in order to become famous in one battle. It is the first time I heard that an old man with a shameless face was looking for a junior to compete in the younger generation. My junior brother didn't know anything. Although the old man won one game, he lost all the first few games. He couldn't think of it, and shaved his head and became a monk."

The monk felt very depressed and wronged, and said, "You can't tell from this that I want to create a plague."

"Hmph." Zhou Nianping smiled coldly, "The Lin family's old house was almost the same. I originally thought you had set up a barrier for staying for time. Later, it was proved that I was wrong. You were clothed with blood handprints. The little finger on the handprints was slightly deformed. I have already compared it. Do you still want to deny it?"

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!