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

Chapter 207: The final arrangements, the body and head are separated

Above the Fantasy Moon Cave, the sky was moving strangely.

At the top of Tongtian Peak, thousands of winds and clouds gathered, roaring in all directions.

The people below could only look up and speculate in their hearts.

"If the leader had taken Zhu Xian, he should have come out of the cave long ago. What happened?"

Therefore, the Qingyun group, who could no longer hold back, finally ignored the Qingyun sect rules and rushed towards the Huanyue Cave.

After arriving, he could not avoid seeing Wan Jianyi in the Thunder Realm.

Some of them were older and I recognized them after just a second glance.

"Senior Brother Wan..."

"But Senior Brother Wan!?"

"Brother Wan Jianyi?"

"Oh my God, you're still alive!"

Some people cheered in surprise, while others whispered and talked.

I didn’t expect that my fellow disciple, whom I haven’t seen for more than a hundred years, could still recognize an old man like me.

Wan Jianyi was deeply moved. He was originally a passionate and heroic man, but as he got older he became more sentimental.

She couldn't help but wipe away the moisture from her eyes and joked to Shuiyue:

"Junior Sister Shuiyue, look at me... my face is still worth a few copper coins today, right?"

"Senior Brother Wan..."

The longing that had been buried deep in Shuiyue's heart for more than a hundred years turned into a long-lost look of admiration as she looked at him.

More than a hundred years ago, when she was still a young girl, she had a secret crush on Wan Jianyi.

Unfortunately, fate plays tricks on people. A hundred years have passed, but the love in my heart is like fine wine, which has not only not diminished, but the aftertaste has become even stronger.

At this moment, the magical powers of the thirty-six thunder gods around the two of them began to disappear for some reason.

The two looked at each other, both surprised.

Could it be that... the caster was killed?

In the Fantasy Moon Cave behind him, gray fog rolled.

With the sound of overlapping footsteps, Daoxuan was the first to walk out of the cave.

Xu Zhiqiu followed closely behind, holding Zhu Xian.

"Senior Brother Head!"

Too many people wanted to rush up and surround the people. The ancient sword that protected the religion fell into the hands of outsiders was enough to drive them crazy.

However, Daoxuan raised his right hand and shouted everyone away.

"Everyone, I have something to say!"

Daoxuan took a step forward, ignoring the surprised looks of Shuiyue and Wan Jianyi beside him.

He glanced at everyone present one by one:

"Today, I, Daoxuan, would like to explain to you an old case that happened over a hundred years ago."

"Old case?"

"Master, what old case is this? Do you have to tell us about it now?"

He ignored any questions raised by others.

Wan Jianyi seemed to be lost in thought, as if he had thought of something. His expression changed and he was about to speak, but Daoxuan stretched out his hand to signal him to remain silent.

Self-care:

"This old case refers to the seventeenth generation head of Qingyun, Master Tianchengzi."

During the great battle between good and evil, Tian Chengzi used the Zhu Xian Sword Formation to defeat the Demon Cult's leader Qiu Wangyu and greatly defeated the Demon Cult.

But it is said that not long after the battle, Tianchengzi died.

Daoxuan dropped a bombshell in front of everyone:
"My master was not seriously injured and passed away. In fact, he was possessed by a demon after controlling the ancient sword Zhuxian. He fell into the evil way and could not extricate himself. In the end, he was helpless, so Junior Brother Wan and I joined forces to kill him in the ancestral temple."

"What!?"

Once these words were spoken, they caused a huge uproar.

Everyone present was stunned.

On the side, Shuiyue seemed to know what happened and had a sad face.

Wan Jianyi stared at Daoxuan, as if guessing something.

Ignoring everyone's intense reactions, Daoxuan continued:
“Because the matter of killing our master was of such serious consequence, Junior Brother Wan had no choice but to sacrifice himself and shoulder the blame alone. Later, together with Uncle Master Zheng Tong, the head of Dazhu Peak, and Uncle Master Zhen Yu, the head of Xiaozhu Peak, the four of us drafted a vague explanation to the outside world, and for the time being, we suppressed this disaster…” When some of the older ones heard this, they suddenly realized something.

"I see... No wonder I thought it was weird back then. Senior Brother Wan knelt in the hall without making any arguments. He simply admitted his guilt and let everyone speculate. As a result, it has been an unsolved case until today. So the key is here."

"That's right! I never believed that such an upright person like Senior Brother Wan would do such a wicked thing! It turns out there is a reason for it..."

From the praises from the elders, we can tell that Wan Jianyi was well-known at that time.

In order to preserve Tian Chengzi's posthumous reputation, Wan Jianyi was willing to suffer injustice, and he was truly a first-class filial disciple.

"Later, Junior Brother Wan committed suicide by taking poison in public in Yuqing Palace to apologize to the sect. In fact, it was a fake death arranged by me."

"For more than a hundred years, Junior Brother Wan has been living in seclusion in the ancestral temple, sweeping the floor. I know that he wants to use this to cleanse the sins in his heart. But in fact..."

Daoxuan looked at Wan Jianyi with an apologetic look on his face:
"Compared to him repenting behind the scenes, I, who enjoy all the glory in front of the world, am the one who has committed greater sins..."

"Daoxuan! What on earth are you…"

Wan Jian suddenly became excited. He wanted to go up and say something, but Daoxuan raised his hand to stop him.

"So, the crime is not just his. I, Daoxuan, am telling you all these top secrets today just to clear Wan Jianyi's name!"

When these words were spoken, people reacted differently.

Although killing one's teacher is a serious crime, it is absolutely unacceptable in the righteous path.

But whether it is right or wrong to kill one's master for the sake of the sect's thousand years and for the sake of the people of the world is a matter of opinion.

Daoxuan's eyes turned sharp and he scanned everyone one by one, causing them to hold their breath:
"So today, if I hand over the position of Qingyun Sect Master to Junior Brother Wan Jianyi, will you accept it?"

Everyone looked at each other and there was silence for a moment.

After a while, one of the elders said:
"Clothes."

Then another elder responded:
"Clothes!"

"Convinced!"

"We are all convinced!"

"Back then, Senior Brother Wan and Senior Brother Daoxuan were known as the two most outstanding people in Qingyun. Apart from him, who else is worthy of taking over Senior Brother Daoxuan's position?"

Seeing this, Daoxuan smiled with relief, then a bit of bitterness appeared on his face:

"I, Daoxuan, took over the throne, but I was actually standing on the soil of sin. For more than a hundred years, there has not been a day without fear and guilt in my heart. Today, I can finally relax a little."

As he spoke, he suddenly bent down and bowed deeply to everyone:

"I beg you all, when I die, bury me in a desolate mound, and do not place my spirit in the ancestral temple, to atone for my sins."

Everyone was puzzled when they heard this:

"What do you mean, Master? Could it be..."

Wan Jianyi's face had begun to turn pale.

Even Shuiyue, who was standing by, seemed to have guessed something and stared at Xu Zhiqiu in astonishment.

Daoxuan nodded to Xu Zhiqiu behind him:
"Master Xu, it's almost done."

Xu Zhiqiu asked: "Don't you have any last words?"

Daoxuan sneered:

"I am in this situation today mostly because I didn't know how to handle things, but to some extent, it's also because I underestimated you... There's no point in talking any more, just act now."

Xu Zhiqiu nodded. In that case—

"Go on your journey with peace of mind."

After saying this, he raised the Zhuxian Sword in his hand and Daoxuan closed his eyes.

Wan Jianyi, Shuiyue, Zeng Shuchang, and a group of Qingyun elders and disciples shouted in fear at the same time:
"stop!"

However, the sword blade that was so close to them was always faster than their steps.

With a "puff" sound, blood spurted out and the head rolled down.

The eighteenth generation Qingyun Sect leader, Daoxuan Zhenren, was beheaded.

"Brother!"

Wan Jianyi couldn't help but roar.

All the members of Qingyun Sect were furious.

"asshole!!"

In an instant, murderous intent arose again.