Zhu Xian: Learn from the Great Ying Immortal and rebuild the Trinity School

Chapter 135 This grudge is not good overnight
Xu Zhiqiu cursed, but the Ghost King just smiled and remained unmoved.

Then he gave everyone a brief introduction to the gadget in his hand——

"Speaking of this forget-me-not grass, it is not something naturally produced, but a different species that was stimulated by magic."

"Look at the leaves above. For each leaf, a person under 20 years old and still a virgin must be chosen in advance."

"Plant the root of this thing into the flesh of the back and feed it with essence and blood for seven days. Only then will it produce a leaf bud the size of a needle tip."

"After this, remove it. In order to make this leaf stronger, you need to use the power of the curse to continuously draw vitality from the original host for the next ten years until this leaf is fully mature..."

After everyone heard this, there was silence for a while, and then a barrage of insults began to rage.

"It's really a demonic plunder!"

"Tell the truth! How many innocent people have you harmed?!"

"There are seventy or eighty leaves on it. According to what he said, doesn't that mean seventy or eighty innocent lives?"

The Ghost King shook his head:

"No, those people are still alive today."

Someone retorted:

"Then you deserve to die too! You took people to feed you medicine, do you treat those innocent people as human beings?"

The Ghost King smiled and explained:

"As the saying goes, there is a code of conduct for thieves. Over the years, in order to obtain this item, my Ghost King Sect has only used money to lure people, but has never robbed people."

"Bah! Who would believe you? Life is precious to the heavens. Who in this world would be so stupid as to exchange his or her life for those mere silver and vulgar things?"

"Haha, you all have little ability, but you think highly of yourself. Your stupidity is admirable."

The Ghost King mocked them mercilessly, and then retorted:
"There are so many poor people in this world, and there are so many people willing to sacrifice their lives for money. If they bleed a little every day in exchange for a lot of gold and silver to support their parents and siblings, wouldn't they be more than happy?"

Everyone was stunned by the refutation, and then became angry and embarrassed.

"Wrong ideas! All wrong ideas!"

Someone encouraged Xu Zhiqiu:

"Master Xu, kill him quickly! Don't let him deceive the people and pollute the sanctity of the Immortal Sect!"

"Correct!"

Everyone agreed.

But the Ghost King shook his head and continued:
"But the problem is, since the cause and effect of the spell has been formed, before these leaves are fully mature and fall off, once the leaves are damaged, the corresponding person will definitely die suddenly because of the connection between their heart and blood."

As soon as these words came out, everyone was in an uproar again.

While cursing his malicious intentions, some people inevitably raised questions:

"Who are you trying to fool? I have lived for over a hundred years and have never heard of such a ridiculous and bizarre spiritual plant."

"Yes, it must be a lie! He made up this cover just to make us afraid to act rashly!"

The Ghost King laughed:
"Then you have never thought about...what if what I said is true?"

This question again choked everyone.

Yeah, what if it’s true?

"Anyway, the lives of these seventy or eighty people are in your hands. Of course..." The Ghost King turned to look at Xu Zhiqiu, "and in the hands of Patriarch Xu."

"..."Xu Zhiqiu fell silent.

But someone else rushed to answer for him:

"That's also your Ghost King Sect's karmic debt. What does it have to do with us?"

"That's right! After those people died unjustly, they should hold you, the evil one, responsible, not us!"

"Yes, we are fighting demons for justice, what's wrong with that!?"

The sage is not benevolent, and regards the common people as dogs.

As a cultivator,

Then no matter the fundamental nature of life, mentality, or self-awareness, it is inevitable that they are superior to ordinary people.

This is a class stance and also the genetic instinct of most monks.

But after all, if one asks himself that he is not a saint, then he naturally cannot treat others as straw dogs.

Even if we have never met before, it has nothing to do with each other.

Even ordinary people, common people.

Faced with the increasingly intense shouting and instigation from the people present, Shuiyue slowly frowned.

Puhong sighed, clasped his hands together, and recited scriptures silently.

Neither of the two bigwigs expressed their views and just stood by and watched.

Perhaps the two have the same stance on this matter.

"It seems that you are not only a bastard, but also a bastard who gives me problems."

As soon as Xu Zhiqiu opened his mouth, everyone stopped making noise.

He sighed secretly in his heart. Life is a process of making choices one after another.

At this moment, these people who are shouting happily most hope to become the person they like.

And these ten thousand people were even more stupid, thinking they knew him a little, and used this to defeat him.

It has some of the unruly flavor of "Li Yunlong wearing a pack of explosives around his waist and attending the Hongmen Banquet of the 358th Regiment".

It's hard to be considered a hero if he uses such despicable means.

The Ghost King looked straight at him, not even missing any subtle changes on his face.

He knew very well that at this moment his family's life and death was in Xu Zhiqiu's hands.

Logically speaking, the leader of a cult shouldn't be a person with a hole in his brain.

But why do you have to rush here to seek death, and have to hand your balls to others to hold and let others decide your life and death?

All I can say is that the Ghost King has the guts to be a gambler.

He knew very well that this method would bring him some benefits.

In other words, to achieve a certain purpose.

And now, he is waiting for Xu Zhiqiu's statement.

"How about it, Master Xu, have you thought it through?"

"get out."

Xu Zhiqiu finally waved at him, but added:
"Leave your stuff behind before you go, and I won't chase you."

As soon as these words came out, there was a wave of surprise and doubt.

"Master Xu, how can you be so soft-hearted as someone who has accomplished great things?"

"Yes, Master Xu, we must not miss this opportunity. Otherwise, if we let the tiger go back to the mountains, we will regret it!"

"Master Xu, what do you mean? Are you really..."

Ignoring them, Xu Zhiqiu raised his fingertips and withdrew the thirty-six thunder gods' magical powers.

The Ghost King Qinglong looked at each other and smiled knowingly.

"I will naturally trust what Master Xu says."

The two of them retreated step by step and soon reached the mountain gate. They stretched out their hands and threw the spiritual plant towards Xu Zhiqiu.

Xu Zhiqiu reached out to take it and silently held it in his arms.

Then, in full view of everyone, the Ghost King and Qinglong turned into a beam of light and disappeared into the sky.

Xu Zhiqiu was the only one left in the courtyard, facing everyone's suspicious eyes alone.

"Good-bye..."

Someone said hello and left in a hurry.

"I'm at home making soup. I can't stay here for long..."

Soon, several more people followed suit and left.

More and more people followed the crowd, and soon, nearly three-quarters of the entire martial arts training ground had been occupied.

Xu Zhiqiu did not try to keep any of them and sent them off politely.

Watching him see the guests off, Shuiyue understood a little bit more.

“So, that’s how it is.”

She recalled the words that Xu Zhiqiu left on Xiaozhu Peak eight years ago:

——What the world sees me as is not me. I have a clear conscience.

"Now it seems that it is not false."

Eighty percent of the guests had left, and the ones left were basically those who had a good relationship with Xu Zhiqiu.

For example, Liu Laodao, Zhou Yixian, Fan Zengyang, Feifei, Gu Jia Niangzi and others...

Of course, this includes Puhong from Tianyin Temple and Shuiyue from Qingyun Sect.

"Fuck it."

Before he knew it, Xu Zhiqiu uttered another foul language, then suddenly realized that he had said something out of turn and quickly slapped himself in the face.

It was such a lively day, but ended up being disgusted by others. Who can feel comfortable?

Xu Zhiqiu believes that he is not a person who will suffer in silence.

This ghost king is very brave and can scheme.

He thought that it would be a bad idea to wait until the next day to avenge this.

But it is inconvenient right now. After arranging the remaining tables of guests for today, I might as well go on a long journey and get back the place.

Then he turned around and put on a stern smile to the rest of his friends.

"Let's continue playing music and dancing."

(End of this chapter)