Jue Yan's words were not without reason. If this huge accusation were pinned on some minor sect, it would be no great matter—but the other party was Shaolin Temple.
Without a sufficient reason, if he forcibly framed Shaolin Temple, Tang Xian and Qi Feiyang would not do so even if they wished to favor Su Xin.
Su Xin looked at Xuantong and Jue Yan and sneered. "Fine. I'll pretend you never said that just now. But how do you explain Evil Spirit Daoist?"
The Shaolin Temple monks present were immediately left speechless, because they were indeed in the wrong in this matter.
Someone like Evil Spirit Daoist ought to be suppressed in Black Prison or the Demon-Suppressing Pagoda for the rest of his life, never to be released.
Yet they were now borrowing Evil Spirit Daoist's strength and making a deal with him. Even some of Shaolin Temple's younger disciples had objections to this.
Xuantong recited a Buddhist chant. "Amitabha. The matter is like this..."
But before he could finish, Su Xin interrupted him.
"Master Xuantong, there is no need to say more. Do you know just how grave Evil Spirit Daoist's crimes are?"
Su Xin sneered. "Evil Spirit Daoist once disguised himself and stole cultivation resources from Yi Sword Sect, Famous Sword Villa, and more than ten sects of all sizes. He even dared lay hands on the property of my Six Fan Sect.
"When the Six Fan Sect constables pursued him, he killed seventeen of them!
"Afterward, Evil Spirit Daoist concealed his identity and infiltrated those minor aristocratic clans, violating the chastity of more than ten women. On one occasion, he even poisoned over three hundred members of a minor clan to death!
"Such a vile criminal should have been executed on the spot. Yet Shaolin Temple, which