The old man's tone was very firm.

But Mohua asked him what was going on.

The old man hesitated and couldn't explain clearly.

I probably understand the ink painting.

He probably didn't know that he was just maintaining the reputation of the sect with the idea of ​​"his own sect must be innocent."

After all, that happened more than a thousand years ago, and his golden elixir would not last long, and it was even more impossible to know clearly.

"The sect of the water sect is broken. Shouldn't they all be imprisoned? Why are there still successors?"

Ink painting curiously.

The old man sighed: "The trees fall and the money scattered. A sect has lush branches and leaves. There are so many elders, disciples, and in-laws who marry various families. They are deeply involved. How can they really be cleared?"

"That is, the main leader, elders and disciples of the inner sect, just grab them, kill them, and just have an explanation."

"Many other monks who have been married and have sex with each other, ask for some care. Even the Dao Ting will only turn a blind eye and will not really pursue it to the end."

"Some monks in our Yu family survived..."

The old man looked lonely, "But even though that is the case, we can only escape, conceal our identity, and dare not return to Qianzhou..."

Mo Hua asked, "Then why are you back?"

"Because..." The old man's expression was covered with a layer of sadness, "I'm almost dead..."

"I was wandering outside and my life was not easy. Later, I suffered a great disaster. The bloodline of the Yu family was almost gone..."

"I saw that my bloodline was about to be cut off, and there was no one to spread the Taoist priest. I really had no choice but to take the risk and return to Ganzhou, hoping to find out if there were any descendants of the Yu family who were lost to that year based on clues."

"There is no way out, and I really found it..."

The old man looked unhappy, but instead was covered with a deeper layer of pain.

The pupils of ink painting shrank.

The four words "Yujia Water Village" came to my mind again.

Then he looked at the old man with a hint of unbearableness and sympathy.

Mo Hua's thoughts moved slightly and probably knew what happened later.

The old man found the Yujia Water Village, but because of this, he exposed the fact that the Yujia Water Village was a descendant of the Water Jail Sect.

This fact may not even be known to the people from Yujiashuizhai.

Otherwise, some of the water-based Taoist laws of their ancestors would not even leave their names.

And this old man found the descendants of the Yu family and the person who had a blood relationship with him.

But it was also because of him that...

The Yujiashui Village was destroyed.

The old man looked sad and desperate.

He obviously knew what he had done.

He wanted to inherit the Taoist tradition, but he did not expect that he would be extinct more completely.

The battle for Taoism is cold and cruel.

The old man felt ache in his heart for a moment and vomited a mouthful of blood.

Mo Hua took out a pill and handed it to him, "Is this also made by Guishuimen?"

The old man took the elixir from Mo Hua, but did not take it, but gritted his teeth and said:

"It must be Guishuimen!"

"It must be these beasts!"

"One day, I will make them pay their blood debts and blood, so that they will die without a burial place, and use their flesh and blood to pay tribute to the ancestors of my water gate!"

Ink painting is silent.

The old man said something a bit like a demon cultivator.

But do not persuade others to be good without the suffering of others.

If I fall to the same situation as him, I am afraid I will do more viciously than him.

"You haven't told Dao Tingsi about this?" Mo Hua asked again.

Unexpectedly, when the old man heard this, he suddenly looked ferocious, his face was sarcastic, and his voice sneered like a night owl:

"Guess... Why can Guishuimen know my identity? Why can I find my trace? Why can I destroy the entire Yujia Shui Village without saying a word?"

The pupils of the Mohua shook and the heart became cold.

"You mean..."

The old man sneered, "If it is dirtier, the dirtiest place in the world is probably Daotingsi..."
Chapter completed!