Hidden in the shadows, watching the entire scene unfold, Sun Shadow and Moon Shadow quietly approached behind Hades. They both looked at the purple-clad girl standing aloof against the four great monks, unable to suppress their inner astonishment. They naturally remembered the day on Mount Qishan when this purple-clad girl had fought their master in the dense forest.

If the two men felt more admiration and surprise towards the girl at that time, now they were filled with disbelief and even fear. It was difficult for the two of them to deal with one monk, let alone four.

The tacit cooperation between these four eminent monks meant that their combined strength was definitely more than just that of the four great masters. And that little girl was actually able to fight them to a draw. Now, she was probably no match for even her already perverted master.

The meditation mantra was long and gentle, the emotions were distant and profound, and the mind was focused. Suddenly, the door behind the four great monks opened from the inside, and a monk wearing the abbot's robes walked out. Pluto's eyes flashed with surprise.

He was the abbot of the French Temple, Master Shi Hui. Master Shi Hui was now in his seventies, yet he remained vigorous and possessed the air of a sage. The abbot who appeared before them today was pale, exhausted, and haggard.

"Abbot, what's wrong with you?" Yuannai hurried to the abbot who was obviously unwell and asked anxiously.

The four great monks also hurried back to the abbot. Shi An's eyes trembled slightly, and his face was filled with worry. "Master abbot, what are you doing?"

Shi Hui raised his hand with some difficulty, quelling everyone's worries and doubts. Shi Hui clasped his hands together and slowly walked to the coldly standing girl, "Amitabha..."

The purple eyes, filled with emotions as deep as the abyss, looked at the old monk Shi Hui and said coldly, "Give me back the magic sword!"

Shi Hui shook his head in disapproval and said calmly, "The sword is too bloody and full of violence. I have spent my entire life refining it to barely suppress its demonic nature. If we allow it to wreak havoc any longer, the consequences will be disastrous. I have decided to bring it back to Faguo Temple and hand it over to Master Dingyuan, hoping that the Dharma can completely eliminate the sword's demonic nature."

Master Dingyuan of Faguo Temple is the most senior master in the temple. He is also the master of Shi Hui and Shi An. He practices Puji Zen and has profound knowledge of Buddhism. He has not appeared in public for many years.

If there is anyone in this world who can use Buddhism to eliminate the evil nature of this demonic sword that has lasted for thousands of years and committed countless sins, it can only be Master Dingyuan.

Qi Qing's face showed impatience: "Hmph... Old monk, how dare you go against me? The magic sword belongs to me, who gives you the right to make the decision?"

Master Shi Hui's face turned pale. "Since you have suffered all the six realms of suffering, you should know that too deep an obsession and too much resentment will always harm the harmony of heaven."

Qi Qing lowered his eyes and sneered, "Harming the harmony of heaven? Suffering in the six realms? Monk, you are right. I have suffered through the six realms, how can I tolerate others enjoying the happiness of the human world? I wish that everyone in this world would suffer as I did, and not enter the cycle of reincarnation."

Master Shi Hui sighed and shook his head: "Why do you have to do this, benefactor..."

Her long, lavender eyelashes, like wings of emotion, shone faintly. They obscured her eyes, masking the turbulent emotions within. Those present remained motionless as they watched this bizarre scene.

In the center of the yard, a high monk puts his hands together, full of compassion, saving all living beings. The little girl has a slender figure, is well-behaved and gentle, and is lovable. For some reason, this peaceful and far-reaching scene makes people even more terrified.

"Qiqing..." A soft murmur of pity and heartache echoed. Qiqing froze for a moment, then turned to look at the source of the voice. The baby-faced man, who had hurried over, looking tired and with slightly disheveled hair, saw her with joy in his eyes, mixed with undisguised heartache.

Qi Qing felt something strange in his heart, and a name came out of his mouth inadvertently: "Ning An'an"

Just one name was enough to clear away all the fear, worry, and despair Ning Anan had been feeling for the past few days. A smile of surprise instantly blossomed on her innocent baby face, and she quickly walked over to Qiqing.

"Qiqing...you remember me, right?" Ning Anan asked cautiously, her big eyes full of anticipation.

Qi Qing thought back to her days on Qingyun Mountain. Those few short days were one of the few times she felt at ease. And here she was, on the Jiuyou Terrace, this man named Ning An'an, a mortal with no martial arts or internal energy, yet he stubbornly tried to protect her. It was as if even if she were truly a demon, he wouldn't be afraid.

But why? Qi Qing couldn't figure it out, but such a clean and warm person, with a faint medicinal fragrance on her body, made Qi Qing feel at ease.

Qi Qing smiled faintly, wrapped her arms around his waist, and leaned into his embrace. She took a deep breath, calming the darkness deep within her heart. With a hint of grievance, the girl spoke softly, "Well, I remember you. On Qingyun Mountain, you gave me a medicine bag and cooked for me, but your mistress wanted to kill me..."

"No... no, that's just a momentary misunderstanding. I won't let her hurt you." Ning An'an's body stiffened due to Qiqing's closeness. After hearing Qiqing's grievances, she said anxiously. She was worried that Qiqing would be scared, and she blamed herself for not protecting her well.

Qi Qing ignored his reaction and continued, "You are the witch who doesn't like me and wants to kill me. Father Bai wants to kill me, Huangfu Tian, ​​Zhibai wants to kill me. Huangfu Lingao also wants to kill me, everyone wants to kill me, because I am a witch."

Ning An'an felt like needles stabbing at his heart. His voice, full of emotion, spoke to himself, full of grievance, as if he were just casually acting like a spoiled child. Ning An'an thought of the girl on the Jiuyou stage, the target of public criticism, her red dress fluttering, cold and ruthless. Yet, he wasn't afraid at all, instead, he felt an overwhelming pity.

He wanted so much to suffer for her, he wanted so much to protect her for eternity. After several months of separation in Qingyun Mountain, he already knew what he wanted in his heart, even though her master and mistress had said her origins were a mystery, even though he knew it now.

It was she who committed massacre on Mount Qishan, it was she who caused a river of blood with the magic sword on Jiuyou Terrace, and it was she who had become the public enemy of the court and the world.

He couldn't control his heart and fell step by step. Ning Anan's baby face showed an unprecedented determination: "Qing'er, don't be afraid, I will always be with you."

The innocent man couldn't utter any earth-shattering oaths, and even under the onlookers, his face had already turned red. But those few words were written with all his heart.

Qi Qing's purple eyes flickered slightly, with a charming smile in them: "Okay, I want An An to stay with me forever."