Dusk twilight.

The wind blows.

Half of the face of the tall red-haired Ghost Saint was shrouded in shadow.

Daojun's inquiry also attracted everyone's attention.

Although Cui Jianlu had already pointed out that this person was from a Taoist sect.

However, the Tao Sect has too many branches, including the main vein alone, not to mention the branch veins under the main vein.

If there really is such a person, others may not know the details. As a monk of Taiyi Sect, it is impossible for Qi Hua not to know.

Although his strength is weak, he is from a large Taoist sect, so his knowledge will not be a problem.

He looked at the red-haired great sage expectantly.

Cui Jianlu's eyes narrowed slightly, and there was always a faint smile on his lips.

If he can't find out the opponent's heel and legs, why can't Lord Shangqing Dao still find out?

As long as the other party is a Taoist monk, he will definitely make mistakes under the pressure of the Taoist Lord.

At least you have to explain clearly which sect you come from.

Unlike Qi Hua and Cui Jianlu, the others wanted to know which family this holy master-level monk who could compete with Cui Jianlu belonged to.

Is he some kind of genius who was secretly cultivated by the sect?

"It's time to say it." Yan Tianjun smiled and looked at the changing scene in the cup.

He didn't believe anyone could withstand such great pressure.

Regardless of whether he is a genius or not, and whether he is psychologically strong or not, when asked by the senior Dao Lord who is also a monk from the same Dao sect, anyone will quickly report their details.

That's not weakness but instinct.

It's like a child who meets an adult when he is playing at the entrance of the village and asks him: "Which family are you a child from?"

Of course Tushanjun felt tremendous pressure.

The Taoist Lord standing in front of him is a senior of the Taoist sect. Judging from his appearance, he should be a monk sitting in the forbidden land of the gods. His strength is only stronger than Ouyang Qiuxian.

No, I'm afraid Ouyang Qiuxian cannot be used to compare with the old man in front of him.

The old man just stood there, as if the great road had descended and a divine heaven was rising.

Tu Shanjun lowered his eyes.

He cupped his hands and said, "I will be a casual cultivator next time."

"good!"

"What a casual cultivator."

The old man laughed.

The voice was full of dissatisfaction.

Obviously, he felt rude to Tu Shanjun for hiding something like this.

Cui was stunned when he saw the deer. At this moment, he had to give a thumbs up.

So tough!

In front of Taoist Lord Shangqing, he could still remain calm and refuse to say anything.

Such courage and loyalty are unparalleled.

No wonder the Taoist ancestor would send this genius saint to take action. This man's determination alone is enough to defeat countless monks.

The old man sneered, pointed at Cui Jianlu and said: "He, the true genius of Guxian Tower, has made such a big mistake. I am too lazy to argue with the younger generation. I can directly find the people behind him. They must also give me an explanation. How about you?

There is no one behind you, so how can you explain to me, the old man?"

Tu Shanjun spoke slowly: "Senior, I will bear all the responsibility for whatever explanation you want."

The old man shouted:

"ability!"

"Being a hero?"

"One person does the work and one person is responsible."

"Can you bear it?"

"Aren't you very confident in your Taoist cultivation? Why don't you, old man, give me a try to see if you really have the strength to take on this responsibility?"

Tu Shanjun said nothing and was about to take the attack.

"Master Wei."

The voice came.

Everyone was shocked. Who dared to interrupt Daojun when he was speaking?

Do you not want your own life anymore?

Follow the sound.

The old man also looked sideways slightly, and the coldness on his face melted, as if he suddenly turned into a kind old man.

Look at the person speaking.

He said with a smile: "It turns out to be Mr. Shou. I don't know what Mr. Shou has to say."

The person who spoke was none other than Shou He, the police chief of Wanning County. It was also the first time that Shou He discovered that old man Wei from the Wanning County Medical Center was actually a senior expert.

In the past few years, for arrests in Wanning County, he and his brothers traveled here and there, and the neighbors on the street were already familiar with him, especially the major medical clinics and drugstores. After all, they were often injured while doing errands.

Especially the medical clinic run by Master Wei, I often go there.

Probably because the medicinal efficacy and medical skills are both equally good.

"Master Wei doesn't know something. This brother is my savior."

Shou He smiled cautiously, rubbed his rough big hands, nodded and bent down, and wanted to step closer, but hesitated for a while and stood still, as if he wanted to apologize together.

"A drop of water must be repaid by a spring, let alone a life-saving favor. And this matter is my fault. If I didn't kill a stranger, I wouldn't bother my brother to stand up for me."

"Everything happens for a reason?"

"Everything happens for a reason."

Shou He nodded hurriedly and continued: "My brother is not used to taking action without any reason."

"It's not that we have to abstain from responsibility."

"People are already coming to kill us, so we can only meet the enemy."

There was silence for a moment.

"Blame me!"

The roar startled everyone.

Everyone then turned their attention.

Qi Hua, who was sitting on the wheelbarrow, couldn't help but feel a little nervous when he saw so many pairs of eyes looking at him.

However, he quickly regained his composure and said with cupped hands: "Qi Daojun, it was Guxian Tower who instigated us. We were deceived and wanted to fight for the opportunity. We don't want to alarm Daojun."

Old Man Cui's eyes were blank for a moment.

There are also self-destructions?

Qi Hua, on the other hand, explained the whole story clearly, and then shrank back in his seat, staying still and not looking at them.

Cui Jianlu, who didn't care at all, stared at his eyes as if he was about to spit out flames.

Cui Jianlu shouted: "You..."

Qi Hua scratched his neck: "What am I? I'm from a Taoist sect!"

The old Taoist Lord cast an appreciative look, which seemed to say: 'What a good boy, your bones are not soft.'

Immediately he nodded and said calmly: "It's no wonder that you put it this way. Not to mention that Shou Captou worked hard and contributed a lot to the tranquility of Wanning County. If you don't look at the monk's face and the Buddha's face, I have to give the old man a bit of mercy."

"Amitabha."

Master Ruzang recited the name of the Buddha, as if to say: 'This matter has nothing to do with our Buddhist sect. We came here to stop the fight simply for the sake of the lives of the common people.'

Cui Jianlu didn't know what the old man meant at this moment.

What reprimands, questions, and responsibilities are all waiting for Shou He to speak so that all the spearheads can be pointed at him.

It doesn't matter whether Qi Hua says it or not.

From the beginning, the old man could not plan to make the bowl of water flat, but wanted to suppress this matter completely.

However, Cui Jianlu couldn't bring it up yet. He was the one who instigated this matter after all. Even if he blurts out that Tu Shanjun got the help of the Yuan Shengming Demon, he probably won't be taken seriously.

The old Taoist master has long regarded Tushanjun as a nail to break into the Taoist door.
To be continued...