Chapter 158 Shi Yun "He is the disciple of Master Gu, Gu Shiyun. ...
When Xie Wuyang arrived at Wuxiang Gate, he immediately saw the familiar figure in front of the gate.
Yun Wanzhou wore a moon-white brocade robe decorated with cloud patterns today. He held the Broken Snow Sword in his hand, with white jade tassels hanging from the hilt. In the morning light, he looked like a noble young man from a family of immortal cultivators.
Xie Wuyang stood quietly beside Yun Wanzhou.
Yun Wanzhou turned around and met his eyes, a look of surprise on his face, "Why are you here?"
Xie Wuyang pretended to be deep in thought, frowning as he said, "I thought about this all night yesterday. After all, this matter was caused by me, so I should come back and take a look."
"You just woke up, don't you need to deal with the big and small matters that the demons have accumulated?"
Xie Wuyang said, "Coincidentally, this is one of the things that the demons have accumulated."
Yun Wanzhou was stunned: "What?"
"Immortal Venerable Yun Wanzhou has helped the demon clan a lot, but he's still a member of the immortal sect. Frequent trips to the Demon Palace might be inappropriate." Xie Wuyang paused, leaning closer. "He needs someone to stay by his side at all times to prevent him from plotting any harm."
The hot breath fell on Yun Wanzhou's face, making him inappropriately recall some beautiful dreams from last night.
Yun Wanzhou raised his hand and placed it on Xie Wuyang's chest, pushing him back two steps. "Don't get so close to me."
Xie Wuyang smiled at him and responded in a very pleasant manner: "Okay."
Yun Wanzhou couldn't help but look doubtful and looked at him twice more.
Seeing that Xie Wuyang really did not make any unnecessary moves, he entered Wuxiang Gate with peace of mind.
Xie Wuyang followed closely behind, behaved very well, and it seemed like they had returned to the time when they were master and disciple.
Inside Wuxiang Gate, weeds grew everywhere, dead leaves were scattered all over the ground, and it was a desolate place.
The once glorious sect collapsed overnight, which is a pity.
The first people to discover this were villagers from a village near Wuxiangmen.
It was heard that the village where the villager lived was haunted by an evil spirit and many people died in the village. In desperation, the man wanted to seek help from the Wuxiang Sect, but unexpectedly, the sect was filled with rivers of blood and corpses all over the ground.
The villager was nearly frightened into unconsciousness on the spot. He finally managed to escape back to the village and spread the news, which was then passed on to the nearest wax apple gate.
The Lianwu Sect immediately sent disciples to the Wuxiang Sect to investigate, collect the remains of all the Wuxiang Sect members, and find out the real culprit.
Later, it was learned from nearby villagers that on the day the Wuxiang Sect was massacred, a man dressed in black and with an extraordinary demeanor went up the mountain. He also found the remaining evil energy from Xie Wuyang's sword in the Wuxiang Sect's ancestral hall, and he immediately identified the real culprit and informed other immortal sects to join forces to attack him.
This is what led to the tragedy that followed.
Xie Wuyang walked on the road covered with dead leaves, lamenting the changes in things and people over the years.
When the Wuxiang Sect was massacred and hundreds of immortal sects blamed him, he felt that all this was just an excuse to pull him down, and he was unwilling to come to find out the truth.
Who knew that when we met again, it would be like this.
"Master."
The long-lost address made Yun Wanzhou momentarily distracted and he forgot to respond.
Xie Wuyang walked to his side, arm in arm, and asked, "You came here after being massacred in Wuxiang Sect?"
Yun Wanzhou nodded, "Actually, there were some survivors from the Wuxiang Sect that day."
Xie Wuyang looked surprised, "You mean..."
Yun Wanzhou said, "That day, a disciple of the Lotus Mist Sect brought news of your massacre of Wuxiang. I knew there were still doubts about this matter, so I found an excuse to come down the mountain. Although the Lotus Mist Sect sent people to collect the body of the Wuxiang Sect disciple, they didn't know there was another person hidden in the ancestral hall's criminal record."
"Lianwu sent people, why didn't this person leave with them, but hid instead?"
Yun Wanzhou pursed his lips and said, "He's crazy."
"Crazy? How could he go crazy for no reason?" Xie Wuyang frowned, "Where is this person now?"
Yun Wanzhou said, "After Wuxiang was destroyed, he never left the ancestral hall again."
Xie Wuyang followed Yun Wanzhou to the ancestral hall of Wuxiangmen.
Because no one had cleaned the stone steps for a long time, they were covered with a thick layer of dust, and footprints were left with every step.
Xie Wuyang found another set of footprints in the dust, apart from the ones they had left this time. Their size and length were similar to those left by the previous person, so it was not difficult to guess that they were left by Yun Wanzhou.
As the tightly closed door of the ancestral hall was pushed open, the first thing that came into view was the rotten offerings on the table. Above and behind the offerings were the crooked tablets of the successive leaders and elders of the Wuxiang sect.
Several of the tablets were split in half for some reason, and there was a deep scratch on the wall behind the tablets.
It was the sword mark left by Quexie.
This requires walking up and caressing the dents you’ve left.
Yun Wanzhou's voice came from behind, "There was still demonic energy remaining on it at that time, so the Immortal Sect insisted that it was you who Tumie Wuxiang."
Xie Wuyang turned around and looked at him with deep eyes, "Then how do you know it wasn't me?"
Yun Wanzhou said, "Intuition."
In his past and present lives, he was actually not sure how much Xie Wuyang had changed compared to before.
But as he listened to Lianwu's disciple's statement, a voice in his heart told him that Xie Wuyang would never do such a thing.
They found the surviving disciple behind the curtain.
As Yun Wanzhou said, when Xie Wuyang saw him, he could no longer find any trace of a cultivator in him.
His hair was disheveled and his disciple's clothes were covered in blood and dirt and were in tatters.
When the disciple saw Xie Wuyang, he seemed to have seen some evil ghost from hell. He was terrified and shrank madly into the corner, muttering, "Don't... don't kill me! Don't kill me!"
Xie Wuyang narrowed his eyes, half-knelt down, and asked the disciple: "Are you afraid of me?"
The disciple stared at him with his pupils wide open, like a frightened trapped animal, "Don't kill me... I beg you not to kill me!"
"Have you seen me kill anyone?" Xie Wuyang asked.
The surviving disciple retreated to the corner, holding his head in his hands, trembling continuously, "I was wrong. I was really wrong..."
"What did you do wrong?"
The disciple held his head and refused to let go, muttering the previous words over and over again. No matter how Xie Wuyang questioned him, he only got two sentences in response: "I was wrong" and "Don't kill me."
It seems that there is nothing more to ask.
Xie Wuyang sighed and stood up from the ground. "Has he always been like this?"
"No." Yun Wanzhou looked deeply at Xie Wuyang and shook his head. "Today is the first time I heard him speak."
"He must have seen me chopping that old man Gu Xun that day." Xie Wuyang pinched his aching brows.
The massacre that day must have had a great impact on this man, causing his memory to become confused and mix up some things.
Fortunately, this person was not taken directly to the Immortal Gate, otherwise...
It would be even more difficult for him to prove his innocence.
"I tried many methods, but none of them worked." Yun Wanzhou said to him.
Physical illness is easy to cure, but mental illness is difficult to cure.
If you want this person to remember, I'm afraid the only way is to get rid of his mental illness.
Xie Wuyang suddenly bent down, reached out his hand to the surviving disciple, suppressed his resistance with two or three strokes, and pressed him against the wall.
He immediately turned to look at Yun Wanzhou, who was looking puzzled, and curled his lips, "Excuse me, Immortal Venerable, please help me. See if this person has the Wuxiang Sect's token."
Although Yun Wanzhou didn't know what he wanted to do, he still did as he was told. He squatted down and searched the surviving disciple's body. Sure enough, he found the Wuxiang Sect's disciple token on his waist.
Seeing the waist badge, Yun Wanzhou's eyes narrowed and he said in a deep voice, "He is the disciple of Sect Leader Gu, Gu Shiyun."
Xie Wuyang took the token, stroked the fish scale pattern on it, turned it over, and sure enough, under the three words "Gu Shiyun", he saw a small word "Gu".
Xie Wuyang held the token in his hand and stood up straight, "I want to see Gu Xun's body."
…
There is a forest of tombs without any form, with stone tablets lined up one after another.
From the beginning of the sect to its demise, all the masters and disciples of the Wuxiang Sect, past and present, are buried here.
Gu Xun was the last leader of the Wuxiang Sect. His tombstone is located at the edge of the cemetery and is very easy to see.
Xie Wuyang walked to the front of the stele, summoned Quexie and swung his sword to chop him, but Yun Wanzhou raised his hand and smashed him down.
"Gu Xun's cause of death is unknown. Rashly digging up his grave might intensify his anger."
Yun Wanzhou gathered spiritual energy at his fingertips and created a formation in the air in front of the stele to dispel evil.
Gu Xun's coffin was buried very deep. After much difficulty, Xie Wuyang finally saw a corner of the coffin. He used his spiritual power to try to drag it out forcibly, but the coffin did not move at all.
If it were still five hundred years ago, Xie Wuyang might have thought that his cultivation was too low, but now he is at the Mahayana stage, how could he not be able to lift a mere coffin?
unless……
Xie Wuyang narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice, "Someone has set up a formation on it."
Their original intention was just to see if they could find any clues on the body, but now it seems...
The person who set up the formation seems to be trying to cover up his guilt and has done something wrong.
Xie Wuyang dug along the edge of one corner of the coffin and dug to the side. After the coffin was completely exposed, the formation on the coffin was also revealed.
It is the most common sealing formation.
No blood or cinnabar was used to set up the formation, only spiritual power was used, which shows how profound the cultivation level of the person who set up the formation was.
Xie Wuyang's eyes flashed, and he swung out a sword with his backhand holding Quexie.
"boom--"
The two forces collided, the formation dissipated, and under the huge impact, the coffin lid flew out into the air, revealing the corpse lying inside.
Xie Wuyang saw Gu Xun's familiar face.
Yun Wanzhou was right, he and Gu Xun did have a deep hatred and old grudge.
Xie Wuyang suppressed the old dream that came to his mind because of Gu Xun and went forward to check Gu Xun's body.
The whole family was wiped out in one night. No matter how high the murderer's cultivation was, he could not kill Gu Xun, who was in the late Nascent Soul stage, with one blow.
But apart from the fatal sword mark on the neck, the body was intact without any external injuries, which was really strange.
Xie Wuyang turned the corpse over and over for a long time, but couldn't figure out anything. When he stood up to discuss with Yun Wanzhou, his fingertips suddenly brushed against the sword mark.
The strange touch made Xie Wuyang pause and stop moving. He rubbed the wound repeatedly with his fingertips and finally confirmed that it was not an illusion.
Starting from the back of the neck, the wound is deep at first and shallow at the end.
To leave such a wound, the murderer had to confront Gu Xun head-on during the fight.
But how could someone with Gu Xun's cultivation level be killed in one blow when he was just noticing something?
The wound went from deep to shallow, and was on the side of the neck...
A light bulb went off in Xie Wuyang's head, and he suddenly had a bold guess.
"Gu Xun might have committed suicide." Xie Wuyang said.
Yun Wanzhou's expression suddenly became serious. His eyes fell on another monument next to Gu Xun and he walked straight over.
He dug up the tomb of another Wuxiang disciple.
There was no formation on the coffin, and when the coffin was opened, the corpse was a dried corpse with all the blood and flesh sucked out, leaving only the skin.
The two men's expressions changed at the same time. They walked towards two tombstones in different directions and opened the coffins inside.
More than a dozen coffins were opened in succession. Except for one disciple who died of excessive bleeding after his hands and feet were chopped off, the death of the others was exactly the same as the previous one.
Such a cruel method seems like...
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