After returning to the Taoist temple, the old master Po Xun finally couldn't bear it anymore. He roared in anger: "Fang Jian! Fang Jian! You villain! I will make sure you never reincarnate!"
"I will make sure you never reincarnate!!!"
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At the same time, in the Tianshi Mansion, Fang Jian, who was walking out of the Baofangyuan Palace, suddenly tilted his body, then staggered forward and fell to the ground.
But this fall was not simple, and a bloody mark was left on the forehead.
The disciples of Tianshi Mansion who were around were horrified and rushed forward to help Fang Jian up. At the same time, their faces changed drastically when they saw the bloodstain on Fang Jian's forehead.
Master Hongqing has boundless magical powers, and even the demons from outside the sects cannot hurt him. How come he just fell down for no apparent reason and broke his forehead?
"Master Hongqing, are you... okay?" a disciple asked worriedly.
Fang Jian smiled slightly, shook his head and said to the disciples around him: "I'm fine, you guys go do your own things."
The disciples looked at Fang Jian suspiciously, but nodded, bowed and left.
As everyone left, Fang Jian's smile faded and he looked towards Xilu. A trace of complicated sadness appeared on his face, but it quickly disappeared and he became firm and resolute again.
He knew in his heart that Lawrence Lu was probably dead at this moment.
Fang Jian sighed, touched the wound on his forehead, and then continued walking forward.
'Hua La'
Suddenly, there was a slight sound from the eaves of the hall above his head, and a piece of green tile hit the back of Fang Jian's head with a "bang", and the beautiful green tile was smashed to pieces in an instant.
"Ouch!" Fang Jian cried out, clutching his head. The surrounding disciples looked over again, their eyes filled with worry, confusion, and a hint of... embarrassment...
"..." Fang Jian straightened up and said to the disciples around him, "It's okay, it's okay."
As soon as he finished speaking, a small black cloud suddenly appeared above Fang Jian's head. Suddenly, a bolt of lightning struck Fang Jian from the black cloud. Fang Jian's whole body stiffened, and then his body began to tremble involuntarily.
Then, hailstones as big as fists began to fall from the dark clouds, pouring down on Fang Jian. In less than a moment, Fang Jian's head was covered with bruises and his face was swollen.
Fang Jian said nothing and used his escape technique to fly towards the Shangshan Hall of the Tianshi Mansion. The dark cloud followed closely above his head and flew all the way into the Shangshan Hall.
After Fang Jian entered the Shangshan Hall, he raised his hand and waved, and the door of the Shangshan Hall closed instantly.
Fang Jian then raised his head, shielding his face with both hands while looking at the dark clouds above him, saying, "Nuwa, please show mercy!"
"Hmph!" A clear hum echoed from the dark clouds, and then Fang Jian heard the voice of the Goddess Nuwa, but she wasn't speaking to him: "He's so much like you! Both in his methods and his personality. No wonder the Queen Mother of the West said Fang Jian looked like you!"
Then Fang Jian heard another voice, a voice he was very familiar with. It was the soft and gentle voice of the Queen Mother of the Nine Heavens: "Please forgive him this time, Your Majesty."
Then Fang Jian heard Nuwa hum softly, and then the dark clouds above his head slowly dissipated. Fang Jian finally breathed a sigh of relief.
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