"No, what nonsense are you talking about?" Jiang Sanzu looked at Lin Buhuan with a worried expression: "Come here quickly, they will kill you."
"It was you! You killed everyone in my Lin family! I saw it with my own eyes! You drained all the members of my Lin family dry!" Lin Buhuan glared hatefully at Jiang Sanzu.
“Child, don’t you recognize me? I’m Jiang Sanzu. I even held you when you were little,” Jiang Sanzu said anxiously.
"How could I not recognize him? I'd recognize him even if he were ashes." Lin Buhuan gritted his teeth and said, "You murderer."
“No, they are the murderers who killed your whole family,” Jiang Sanzu said, raising his voice.
"They saved me." Lin Buhuan pointed at Jiang Sanzu and said to the crowd of cultivators watching, "He wiped out my entire Lin family. He killed so many people."
“No, how can you recognize a thief as your father?” Jiang Sanzu said with great pain, “If your grandfather were still alive, how heartbroken he would be.”
"Shut up! You are not worthy to mention my grandfather." Lin Buhuan's finger trembled as he pointed at Jiang Sanzu: "You are a murderer."
“I won’t trade…” Jiang Sanzu said earnestly, “Even if I’m tricked today, even if I’m no match for them, I’ll risk my old life to save you.”
After speaking, Jiang Sanzu turned to look at the cultivators and bowed deeply: "Today, I, Jiang Ze, implore you all for a favor. He was manipulated by those minotaurs and monkeys. Please help me rescue the only bloodline of the Lin family."
Having had enough of Jiang Sanzu's pretentious act, Wukong slowly asked, "Jiang Laosan, do you know that the Lin family has a huge image-recording stone?"
"What... a huge recording stone?" Jiang Sanzu's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and he had a bad feeling.
"None of you know either, right?" Wukong asked, looking at the cultivators.
"I don't know." Everyone shook their heads and looked at each other in bewilderment.
"Of course you wouldn't know, because it's a closely guarded secret of the Lin family, created by the Lin family's ancestors and passed down only to the direct descendants," Wukong said with a smile.
"So what?" Jiang Sanzu retorted stubbornly.
"This recording stone has recorded everything that happened that day. Would you all like to take a look?" Wukong asked.
"They've all been recorded?" The cultivators below discussed amongst themselves.
"If we take a look, wouldn't we immediately know who the murderer is?"
"So, the minotaur and the monkey weren't lying? Jiang Sanzu really was the demon who destroyed the fifteen sects of Zhongzhou?"
"Probably. They'd even dare to bring out a recording stone, so why would they lie?"
"Yeah yeah."
As Jiang Sanzu listened to the discussions among the cultivators around him, his face changed from green to red to white to purple.
How come the Lin family still has such a thing?
We can't let them take it out, otherwise he'll really have no way to survive.
But how can we stop it?
"I won't trade. Let me show it to everyone." As Wukong spoke, he reached out and grabbed with his two little paws, and the huge recording stone of the Lin family appeared in front of everyone.
“This looks like the stone wall of the Lin family,” a cultivator said. “I saw it when I visited the Lin family.”
"Yes, I've seen it too. I was wondering why such a large family as the Lin family would carve out a stone wall and put it there as decoration."
"Yes, that's what I thought too. I never imagined it would be the Lin family's heirloom."
Lin Buhuan took a deep breath and stood in front of the photo-taking stone.
He took out a dagger and made a cut in his palm.
"I won't trade, you..."
Before Jiang Sanzu could even open his mouth, Wukong impatiently interrupted, "If you keep making noise, I'll have you struck by lightning."
I was just watching the show, curious to see just how many outrageous tricks Jiang Sanzu would pull.
So it still has a little bit of patience.
But now, it's getting annoyed and wants to get this over with as soon as possible, so it's lost patience.
Upon hearing this, Jiang Sanzu couldn't help but shrink back.
I dared not say another word.
He was just frantically thinking of ways to escape.
But in the end, he rejected them all one by one.
It wasn't until Lin Buhuan used the Lin family's secret technique to activate the recording stone, completely reproducing the scene from that day.
Jiang Sanzu looked at his reflection in the stone, feeling both smug and fearful.
What he was proud of was that at that time he was an immortal, and could easily control a person's life and death; they were like ants in his hand.
What he fears is that he has now fallen into a serious state of decline, and that person has also been killed by Wukong. The truth is about to be revealed, and he may really die without a burial place in a while.
"Jiang Ze, the one who wiped out fifteen sects in Zhongzhou, it really is him." A white-haired cultivator pointed at Jiang Sanzu with a jade ruyi and said with heartache.
"You killed so many people, yet you still pinned it on Ancestor Shanming. You have ulterior motives." A woman pointed a long sword at Jiang Sanzu.
All the cultivators pointed their magical weapons at Jiang Sanzu.
Jiang Sanzu suddenly burst into laughter.
"Jiang Ze, what are you laughing at?" the white-haired old man asked, frowning.
"I'm laughing at you guys. You were just shouting and killing at the minotaurs, and now you're shouting and killing at me. You're all just opportunists," Jiang Sanzu sneered.
"Jiang Ze, why did you kill so many people?" the female cultivator asked.
"Are you stupid? Isn't the record in the image stone accurate enough? I want to cultivate! I want to become an immortal!" Jiang Sanzu sneered.
"you……"
"Do you want to experience what it's like to be instantly stripped of your flesh and blood and turned into a dried corpse?" Jiang Sanzu suddenly said to the crowd with a sinister smile.
Seeing Jiang Sanzu's appearance, everyone couldn't help but shiver.
"Anyone who wants to try, feel free to come over," Jiang Sanzu said, taking a stance and sweeping his gloomy gaze over everyone present.
Everyone panicked and tried to back away.
Some of the more timid ones couldn't help but turn around and run away.
Because there were so many cultivators, the crowd was quite densely packed, and when some fled, the crowd became particularly chaotic.
The main problem is that people's hearts are in turmoil after being frightened by Jiang Sanzu.
After all, nobody wants to die, let alone become a dried-up corpse.
Especially after witnessing the destruction of the Lin family.
very good.
That's it.
Let things get chaotic, let everything get chaotic.
Jiang Sanzu licked his lips, his small eyes darting around as he searched for the best time and route to escape.
However……
"Jiang Laosan, who are you trying to scare with those words?" Wukong slowly strolled up to him.
"You, you stay away!" Jiang Sanzu hurriedly took two steps back.
His fear of Wukong had surpassed his fear of death.
Being struck by lightning is truly painful.
"Come on, try to drain me dry." Wukong's smiling expression suddenly turned cold and fierce: "However, if you can't drain me dry, then I'll have to chop you to death."
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