"Going to Qinghe Mountain?" Wen Xueshan seemed to only notice him after she had finished dealing with the two corpses.
"Ah! Yes, we went there."
All the Xuan Masters are heading to Qinghe Mountain now. The Demon Clan wants to awaken, and the commotion they've caused this time is greater than ever before.
Even if the young monk wanted to conceal his whereabouts, there was no need to be so serious.
If he were to actually say that he wasn't going to Qinghe Mountain, he would likely be even more suspicious.
"Weren't those two monks being hunted down by the Secret Sect your disciples?" Wen Xueshan stared into the void.
The young monk was taken aback. He was glad that he had covered his face when he sensed something was wrong, but even so, he didn't dare to look at the man in front of him.
"And you are?" he asked, bowing his head.
"I'm talking to your master." Wen Xueshan rolled her eyes at him. "You're truly insane! You're talking nonsense!"
“Master…” Ji Jing pointed to the sky, “I can smell the old man’s aura. The hearse is coming soon. The ghostly energy here is still inside your child’s belly.”
Wen Xueshan was furious. "I already said it's not my child, I can't give birth to it!"
"Alright, alright, this is the fruit of your labor, how about this!" Ji Jing glared at him with dissatisfaction, walked over, pulled out the knife, and stabbed it in again. "Your child used to always make me kill him, but now I can finally kill him, hahaha, I'm so happy."
"Oh, dead!"
"Hey, it's alive!"
"Oh, dead!"
"Hey, it's alive again!"
"you……"
The old woman wasn't completely dead to begin with. If it weren't for the knife piercing through both of them at the same time, she wouldn't have fainted. Ji Jing's action of drawing and removing the knife caused a commotion, which actually allowed her and the old man to regain their senses for a while.
"Why did you..."
Before he could finish a sentence, he fainted again.
After a while, the old woman seized the opportunity and looked at Wen Xueshan.
Those unaware of the situation might assume that Wen Xueshan had done something to this lump of flesh, given her deep gaze, appetizing appearance, and expressive face.
"betray……"
"I……"
“They…”
"Master, Master, look!" After spending these days together, Ji Jing was no longer so afraid of her new master, and most importantly, this master wouldn't go crazy.
She was just a little fairy. Before being kidnapped by her crazed master, she secretly cultivated herself. After being kidnapped, she was only able to survive because of her cowardice. She didn't have any great ambitions; she just wanted to live and live and live forever.
It would be best if there were a powerful master who could shield them from the storms.
"What are you looking at?" Wen Xueshan opened her eyes irritably.
He had just figured out the origins of the master and disciple. These days he had been cleaning up the messengers that had been sent down from the sky, which were the things that had once been carried up by him.
According to his speed, he couldn't catch up with Wen Jinge. However, after leaving that area, he inexplicably established a connection with Wen Jinge. Whenever Wen Jinge needed something from him, it could be transmitted directly in her mind.
Knowing that the old demon in Wen Jingge's car was too weak to run and needed some nourishment, they checked the distance and headed this way.
He himself discovered that the closer he got to Qinghe Mountain, the more messengers he encountered.
This trial, prepared to exorcise the demon, seems to be more complicated than it appears.
The person who could connect with the former Lord of the Multitude, the one in the heavens, actually appeared in a major sect.
“She…she actually…” Ji Jing was afraid that she had caused trouble and displeased her master. The smile on her face immediately disappeared, and her excited voice became low. “She actually said that the master betrayed her. Clearly, clearly the master is the master. They, they are just fakes.”
Upon hearing this, the young monk immediately took a step back, raising his staff and saying, "So it was you who killed my master?"
"Huh?" Wen Jingge picked at her ear. What kind of chaotic scene was this in front of her?
She didn't let the hearse fall from the sky, as it would be bad if it hit the flowers and plants. While the hearse was still in mid-air, Wen Jingge pulled Ling Yi and jumped together, then put the hearse into her spatial ring.
Therefore, Wen Xueshan looked up for a long time but couldn't see any trace of her ancestor.
"You killed their master?"
To be honest, Wen Jingge had already accepted this in her heart.
Although she had no idea what had happened.
However, Wen Xueshan has a criminal record; he once forced her to commit suicide.
"This junior does not know." Wen Xueshan shook her head in confusion, pointing to the void, "Ancestor, have you seen a monk on the verge of death there?"
“I can’t see him,” Wen Jingge shook her head, “but I can hear his voice.”
These are probably some special abilities that were forcibly inherited after leaving that place!
The reason we were able to find where Lu Wei was buried ten thousand years ago was because of our excellent hearing.
Flowers, plants, insects, fish, birds, and beasts could all speak. Wen Jingge once again recognized this wonderful world and wanted to learn from Yang Wennan to simply not use his eyes for the sake of sword intent and instead blind his own eardrums.
"But he can't say anything anymore." She said as she released the hearse and patted the side of it. "Hey! Old man, time to eat."
The old demon glared at her with resentment; this was the only way he could vent his dissatisfaction with Wen Jinge.
"Hey! I want to talk to you about something. I know there are quite a few old men like you who have awakened, and your demon race's way of survival is also very cruel. How about we cooperate?"
"Even if I starve to death, can't run anymore, or am tortured to death by you, I will never betray a single member of the demon race. They were all my former comrades-in-arms, I..."
The old man sniffed, tears of emotion welling up in his eyes, and then fell silent.
He devoured the ghostly energy that existed here.
"Are you Wen Jingge?" The little monk looked at the void. "My master said so."
"Oh, that senior brother of that little monk who cries and laughs and then denies everything after making a scene?"
"Yes, that's right," the little monk said sheepishly. "I don't know..."
"He thought I was dead and cried his heart out. Would you cry at a funeral?"
"I can play music. I am not very talented, but I am a musician."
"I heard that you and your junior brother are not tolerated by the Esoteric Sect? The tradition of your sect is to treat you two well internally, but hunt you down externally. If you die, you die."
"Yes," the little monk replied, bowing his head.
Wen Jingge looked completely different from before. His manner of speaking and his style of doing things were like those of a different person. At first, he really didn't recognize that this was the same person who used to visit the Secret Sect.
However, Wen Jingge seems to have forgotten that he once called her "senior sister".
"Perfect, we need someone like you. You can stay!"
"But I am a monk, if I were to join the Xuan Yun Sect..."
"It's fine to stay as a guest." Wen Jingge smiled and looked him up and down as if he were a precious treasure. "Can you play the suona?"
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