"Get out!"
Purgatory Venerable yelled loudly and hit the wall with his backhand. The mahogany-inlaid masonry wall undulated like a dragon. The entire wall was inlaid with deep mahogany and the wind surged wildly. In the blink of an eye, it was torn into pieces by the violent airflow.
At this moment, the curtain moved slightly, and a middle-aged scribe walked in slowly. He wore a white shirt and a green scarf, and had a good appearance. His gentle temperament was ruined by a pair of tiny eyes.
"I told you to get out of here!"
Purgatory Venerable Without looking back, he struck out with a palm, and the air flowed like a dragon, rolling in randomly. The middle-aged scribe waved his palm gently, like a willow leaf fluttering, pulling left and right, with violent energy, under his guidance, it suddenly turned into a breeze that filled the room and dispersed through the window.
"Your Majesty, the matter has come to this, there is no use in getting angry. If the two leaders know about it, it will only make them laugh more. The most urgent thing is to break the situation."
The middle-aged scribe walked slowly to the window and looked at the cliff opposite, where the rustling sky wind stirred the wild forest.
Nowadays, Ghost Slaying Sect has two chiefs and one deputy, who are the two Senior Brothers of Purgatory Venerable. In the past, the three of them listened to the training together under Old Ghost Withered Wood.
The two Senior Brothers of Purgatory Venerable are only half a step away from the Soul Sensing Realm by virtue of their merits. They also have the secret of the Ghost Slaying Sect that is not passed down. They are dressed in Divine Ability. Even Soul Sensing Ancestor dare not challenge them lightly, supporting Ghost Slaying Sect's illustrious reputation.
The middle-aged scribe knew that Purgatory Venerable had always wanted to compete with the two leaders, so he deliberately made trouble with the two leaders.
Sure enough, Purgatory Venerable stopped his rage and said coldly, "What kind of situation is this? Junior Zuo, I want him to die a good death. However, now is not an opportunity, let him be crazy."
The middle-aged scribe turned around and said, "The first one must not be ignored. After all, the child is wearing a tiger's skin. If you want to clean it up, you must leave no flaws. Otherwise, you will not achieve the success, but suffer the consequences."
Purgatory Venerable looked at the middle-aged scribe and said coldly, "If you have any ideas, just tell me. It's already this time, why are you still going around in circles with me?"
The middle-aged scribe is Ghost Slaying Sect Academy of Discipline who is in charge of the team, and Xiang is Ghost Slaying Sect's literary talent. This time Ghost Slaying Sect joins Dragon Head Peak, Purgatory Venerable is the leader, and the middle-aged scribe is the assistant.
The middle-aged scribe said, "To get rid of the juniors, there are only two ways at the moment, one is slow and the other is fast, slow is safe, fast is risky. If you want to be slow, let Su Mou take charge, and you will definitely make achievements in ten months. Although the child is arrogant, he will not How can the little leader of the imperial guard be able to overpower me, Ghost Slaying Sect, in terms of power? I only need to slightly stimulate my relationship with the Shenjing Yamen, but I am afraid that I will not be able to crush a mere Deputy Hundred Households?"
Although Dai Viet places great emphasis on famous people, the influence of various major forces, especially the high-ranking Aristocratic Clan, on the imperial system has been extremely deep.
After all, this is a world where the strong are respected, and the major sects specialize in cultivating strong men. Naturally, it is easier than ordinary people to invade the forces of the imperial court.
Ghost Slaying Sect is Seven Great Noble Clans, a sect with hundreds of years of history and a profound foundation. If you want to use the power of officialdom to crush Xu Yi, it is naturally not difficult.
"Humph, junior Zuo'er, is it worth the effort of this sect?"
Purgatory Venerable was displeased. The reason why he hated Xu Yi so much was not because he was disadvantaged in the fight for the demonic plant, but because this thief made him lose so much face in front of everyone.
He would not give up until Xu Yi was killed by his own hands. How could he be willing to resort to external forces to end the matter?
The middle-aged scribe frowned slightly. He guessed that Purgatory Venerable would definitely not allow this method, and he felt regretful. However, as the mastermind, he had to try his best to plan. He pondered for a moment and said, "If you want to be quick, you can only kill the assassin secretly. Lei Ting will strike with one blow, hoping to succeed in one blow."
"This is exactly what I want!"
Purgatory Venerable slapped the window edge hard and said, "Old Su, please plan for me. I have barely fought with the little thief. This thief has some skills, but it is difficult for him to be a gentleman. The only thing he can worry about is that the thief is surrounded by soldiers. Once he is killed, he will definitely alert the soldiers. If it goes wrong, it will be a big disaster."
The middle-aged scribe said, "I won't be able to find a good solution for this matter for a while."
Purgatory Venerable Fang frowned, and the middle-aged scribe smiled slightly and said, "Why are you so anxious? I can guarantee that there are people who are more anxious than you."
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a voice saying, "Your Majesty, Master Shenzong, Master Tingshu, and the good Buddha, please see me."
Purgatory Venerable The sarcoma on his forehead was instantly filled with blood. The middle-aged scribe smiled and said, "Please come in quickly." After saying this, he quickly walked out and reminded, "First seat, right and wrong have come to the door. There is no way to hide. This is not a place to receive guests. Let's go into the hall."
Purgatory Venerable snorted coldly and followed closely.
The two entered the lobby and saw three people, Ming Shenzong, Song Tingshu, and Shanshan Buddha, each sitting down to have a drink.
"I wonder what these three great masters can teach me when they come here!"
Purgatory Venerable was the first to speak, with a face full of teasing and an extremely unhappy heart.
He had no idea what these three people were doing here. It was just that they couldn't let go of the demonic plant.
Thinking of these three people who previously teamed up to protect the little thief, and now they are looking for themselves to deal with the little thief, they really interpret the idea of having breasts as a mother to the extreme, how ironic.
Ming Shenzong snorted coldly, "Old Song, Big Buddha, I've told you before that he doesn't appreciate it, and maybe he thought someone else was asking for it. Why do we need to be so hot-tempered for a cold butt? Without him, we can still do it!"
Purgatory Venerable slapped the table and stood up, "Then what are you doing here to find me!" The sound was like thunder, shaking the house and making dust fall. Song Tingshu and Shanshan Buddha, who were drinking tea leisurely, looked at each other and put down the tea cup.
Ming Shenzong stood up and was about to flutter his sleeves to leave. The middle-aged scribe pushed him back to his seat and said, "Everyone, everyone, our sect has suffered a lot at the hands of that little thief. The leader is not in a good mood. I hope you can understand. Why are you here? The leader and I know everything. If the little thief is not eliminated, you will have no face. As for the ownership of the demonic plant, we are willing to discuss with you."
Purgatory Venerable and the middle-aged scribes all understand that these people came here only for the demon plant.
Since such an important treasure has passed away, there is no reason to let it go according to the temperament of these people.
The reason why I came here is simply because I knew that Ghost Slaying Sect was determined not to let that little thief go. It was a lack of coordination and the two sides got into a trap again.
"I've heard for a long time that Master Su is very resourceful and good at making decisions. I'm really happy."
Song Tingshu opened his folding fan and said with a smile, "Purgatory, don't tell secrets in front of the public. We all want to get rid of the little thief. We are here to discuss how to distribute the demonic plants."
Purgatory Venerable sneered, "The will-o'-the-wisp dantian is gone, but the mouth is still there. How about I invite the will-o'-the-wisp to come and tell you who owns the demon plant?"
Shanshan Buddha shook his round head slightly, clasped his hands together and said, "It's good, it's good, it's a natural treasure, and a virtuous person will live in it. Why should the donor of purgatory always hold on to false thoughts?"
Purgatory Venerable's sarcoma was extremely trembling, and he snorted coldly, "Bald thief, I hate you the most in my life, people who are obviously full of desires, but insist on talking about Buddha's preaching, shameful and hateful!"
Shanshan Buddha's fat face was slightly red, but he still clasped his hands and said, "The donor can't see through the karma, so how do you know that my Buddha is vast, and all causes and effects are like dreams and illusions? How can I argue with words? I am good and good."