Fang Zhiyi smiled and said, "What can I do? My physical condition is too poor. Since the conventional way is blocked, I have to find another way."
As he spoke, Fang Zhiyi suddenly felt a warmth in his Dantian, and the bottleneck that had been tight for a long time moved. He was overjoyed. Don't underestimate this. In this kind of world, even if he was only in the early stages of Qi training, he could still be domineering.
At that time, many people gathered in a temple. What was rare was that people from the Demon Sect had also come. People from various sects were almost all present. They were wary of each other and had unfriendly expressions. Some of them even looked at each other as if they were about to fight.
In the middle stood a precious sword and three secret books.
"Amitabha, fellow masters, I dare to convene this martial arts conference today." An old monk with long eyebrows, sensing the uneasy atmosphere, spoke loudly, "You have all fought over these precious swords and secret manuals, and for months, each sect has suffered heavy losses. I cannot bear to see the martial arts world suffer so much, so today I will discuss a solution with you all."
"What else is there to say? The demon cult killed our master! We must avenge this!" someone shouted.
The demon cult members were dissatisfied: "Our leader was also killed, what are you doing?"
"Hmph, the Zongheng Gang crippled our senior brother. How are we going to settle this?"
"Bah, your senior brother was the first to grab something, so you can't fight back?"
"Old monk! Where is the treasure map? I heard rumors that the treasure map is in your Fulai Temple!"
Changmei was stunned: "We have never seen any treasure map."
"Monks also lie?" someone laughed.
"I don't care. We in Muyun Valley were the first to look for the magic weapon! This sword should belong to us!" Qian Gu, who had barely recovered most of his strength, shouted.
"Why? This is the evil villain Sun Kui's stuff, not yours!"
Hearing Sun Kui's name, Changmei frowned suddenly. Seeing that these people were about to attack again, he chanted the Buddha's name again: "Amitabha, everyone, I have a few questions for you."
Seeing that everyone reluctantly stopped, he asked, "Where is Sun Kui now?"
Everyone fell silent after hearing this. Honestly, they had been so busy trying to snatch the treasure these past few months that no one cared about Sun Kui's whereabouts. After all, the treasure had already appeared, so why would they look for Sun Kui? It wasn't like they liked him.
Seeing that they were silent, Changmei sighed, "Does Sun Kui really have the treasure map and the elixir of immortality?"
Everyone started chattering.
"I don't know. I heard it from the people at Changle Gate."
"We heard it from the Beggars' Gang."
"We just listened to what Fenglou said."
After everyone had a lot of conversation, they realized that everyone had only heard about it and no one had actually seen it.
Changmei's expression was calm. "One last question. Have you ever thought about who has benefited the most from this turmoil in the martial arts world?"
Everyone started to think for a while.
Suddenly, someone in the crowd shouted, "Old baldy! You're just talking nonsense, just trying to keep the treasure for yourself!"
Changmei raised his eyes, and suddenly many monks walked out from the surroundings.
But instead of shutting up, the man shouted, "See? That old bald donkey has been planning to ambush us for a long time!"
Suddenly the scene became chaotic, people had different opinions, and many people drew their swords.
Fortunately, Changmei's powerful inner strength expressed his opinion: "I am not interested in treasures, but the things that have happened in recent days are too strange. Please think about it and see if I have fallen into someone's trap."
Many people hesitated.
"So what do you think we should do?"
"A sinister plot? What sinister plot?"
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