There's something wrong with my master.

"Amitabha."

Monk Jingtu clasped his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name.

The golden Buddha light fell, and the two people rolling on the ground for help faced the Buddha light, and the expression on their faces finally relieved a lot.

The physical injuries also healed quickly.

Their illnesses were cured, but the expression on Monk Jingtu's face was still solemn.

The plague that should have been cured by just a glance from him now needs his Buddha's light to heal it.

This in itself is a very scary signal.

Monks with average cultivation may be helpless against this plague.

What’s even more terrifying is that the people near the Su Nu Sect and the believers near the Pure Land Temple were infected with the same plague.

The two men each threw out a corpse.

These are people who died from the plague. They are very thin and their skin has turned light blue.

The nails on both of their hands had been broken, and the dripping blood was also blue.

Even though he was dead, his face was still hideous and his eyes were wide open.

The Pure Land monks could look through their eyes and see the pain they went through in their lives.

"Same."

There was a voice coming from the void, and it was the elder of the King of Yan.

The atmosphere became a little heavy.

Several people exchanged information with each other and calculated the process of the matter.

Plagues occur every year, but this time the plague caused the sick to die in extreme pain and covered a very large area.

If things are not resolved, most of the world will be wailing in the plague.

That overwhelming resentment...

Everyone thought of this and looked up at the sky.

Will this person in heaven be affected by such serious evil thoughts?

Then repeat the legend in the classics, the way of heaven is tired of the world, and then destroy the world.

"Brother, I also found it near the Seven Sword Sect."

A puppet in the void began to speak.

"And the younger the person who is infected, the more severe the disease."

“This matter must be taken seriously.”

"What about her..."

Nichang pointed in the direction of Lin Xi.

A paper Taoist appeared faintly in the void and nodded.

"I'll stay and watch her."

There was silence again.

Nishang frowned, looked at the huge Seven Swords Sect and said.

"No monk has been infected with the plague so far."

In her heart, the life and death of some mortals are not as important as Lin Xi.

The story wasn't over yet, and she didn't want to leave.

"I'm afraid Donor Wu Ji won't care about this matter." Monk Jingtu had no expression on his face.

Buddha saves those who are destined to be saved.

Once you die, you have no connection with Buddha.

Although he does not kill, he does not care much about the life and death of mortals.

But if the plague really covered this world, the number of deaths would be too high.

Thinking of this, he looked up at the sky.

Revenge can be taken later, but this matter must be resolved as soon as possible.

In the void, a puppet and the Pure Land monk looked at each other, and the two reached a consensus on this matter.

"Have you thought it through?" Nishang reminded, "Although Lin Xi is a mortal now, it is possible that his cultivation will recover in the future."

"You may not be able to do anything to her then."

Break into the Seven Swords Sect and seize the Seven Fantasy Lotus.

A monk who was trying to transcend tribulation in the Pure Land Temple was suppressed and killed.

In front of Lin Xi, who was in his prime, Ni Chang didn't even try to take action.

If such a cultivator who has just passed the tribulation is allowed to recover his cultivation, then revenge will probably not be possible.

"A demon cultivator spread the plague, and then suddenly it exploded at this point."

Monk Jingtu analyzed the matter and felt that dealing with the plague was more important.

He threw down a Zen stick and set up a seal in the attic where Lin Xi was imprisoned.

"If Donor Wu Ji kills her in the end, that would be the best. If Donor Wu Ji chooses to let her go in the end..."

Monk Jingtu sighed and shook his head.

"If Donor Wu Ji finally lets her go, then she is not destined to die."

"That's good." One of the elders of King Yan spoke up.

One of the puppets turned into a sky full of spiritual light and also placed a seal on the attic.

"Let fellow Daoist Wu Ji decide everything."

They didn't want to reincarnate an immortal weapon with their own hands, and there was also a Mahayana monk over 300 years old who was offended to death.

Now that things have come, the results can actually be foreseen.

Even Wu Ji, who had the strongest murderous intention, did not take any action due to the threat, which actually meant the end of the matter.

The situation has been at a stalemate until now, but I just feel a little unwilling.

In the words of a monk, it means that the idea is not clear, which will cause certain hidden dangers to cultivation.

But this hidden danger will eventually disappear over time.

But the plague issue must be resolved as soon as possible.

Chapter 331: Future generations will judge right and wrong

"The donor wins."

“If we meet again, the donor will have become a monk who has transcended tribulation, and this matter will probably be buried in the years.”

Monk Jingtu looked in the direction of Four Seasons Mountain, his tone sounding helpless.

After saying this, he turned around, took a step forward, and left the Seven Swords Sect.

A puppet in the void moved and first spoke something to Lin Xi.

"I hope that when we meet again, you will have recovered your cultivation."

After saying that, he also headed towards Four Seasons Mountain.

"I hope that when we meet again, you will have become a cultivator who has transcended tribulation."

After saying that, the puppet in the void nodded and disappeared from the Seven Swords Sect.

Lin Xi recovered his cultivation, and Yun Changsheng or the Qiankun realm became a tribulation-crossing cultivator.

Then they don't have to worry about whether to add insult to injury.

Because the probability of success will not be higher than 50%.

With this probability, not to mention them, even the Pure Land monk would not choose to take action.

Perhaps only Wu Ji, who has been completely corroded by brutality, rage and anger, would choose to take action.

Seeing that she was the only one left in the group, Nishang walked to the attic where Lin Xi was trapped.

The guards of the Seven Swords Sect consciously moved to the sides.

Nichang walked up the stairs and reached the top floor of the attic.

Her eyes fell on Lin Xi, who was leaning against the pillar with her hands crossed in front of her lower abdomen.

"Oh, you're lucky."

A chuckle was heard, and it was just as mean as ever.

"You know, I've seen too many separations over the years."

"I have certainly never seen anyone like you."

"When we found Four Seasons Mountain, we thought you would die, and you really wanted to die."

"But your apprentice created a miracle that is not big or small."

Nichang and Lin Xi have no deep hatred.

It can even be said that there is no hatred at all.

She just wanted to read a sad and beautiful story, and now the story seemed to be coming to an end, but the ending made her a little disappointed.

"Maybe it's just like you said, there are always some people in the world who are lucky."

Compared with the tribulation cultivator, Yun Changsheng's combat power is not strong, or it can be said that it is very weak.

Without Yunxue and the Xueyun Sword, or the blessing of the Qingchen Sword, he could not defeat any cultivator who was transcending the tribulation.

If you try to hold on for a while, you will get seriously injured.

But he can run really well.

With only Nishang and Wu Ji, they might not be able to trap Yun Changsheng who was determined to escape.

Without the Buddhist kingdom in the palm of the hand of Monk Jingtu, the pair of wings that shuttle through the four seasons can almost break all the blockades in this world.

This included the blockade of most of the monks who were undergoing tribulation.

So this matter should end here.

Unless Wu Ji really lost his mind and wanted to torture Lin Xi in order to lure out the people from Four Seasons Mountain, and then make them surrender.

It was obvious that although Wu Ji had become irritable and hot-tempered due to the flaws in the Seven Swords Sect's martial arts, he had not completely lost his mind.

"I still like to see the despair you feel when you want to die."

“That really made me happy.”

"In fact, I was very happy when your apprentice escaped."

"I want him to try his best and still be in despair."

"Then give him a glimmer of redemption, a glimmer of light, and finally witness your death with your own eyes."

"Pity……"

The smile on Nichang's face became more and more sarcastic, and she gently stroked Lin Xi's long silver hair.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you." Lin Xi also responded with a smile. Although her smile was cold and kept people at a distance, it was much more beautiful and warmer than Nichang's harsh smile.

Nichang doesn't like this smile, she really doesn't like it.

She seemed to remember something, and a hint of amusement appeared in her sarcastic smile.

"What is the relationship between your disciple and the one from the Ten Tribulations Sect who has gathered one-third of the destiny of the human world?"

"At that time, your disciple went to the Ten Tribulations Sect, and that person took a look at Four Seasons Mountain. Your disciple and she had a pretty good relationship, right?"

"So after that day, Wu Ji and I chose not to attack Siji Mountain again."