Zhou Meng quickly replied: "Master, please ask."

Hong Yixuan said: "Who is the Lord of Pushui Mansion dead?"

Zhou Meng paused for a moment and said stutteringly: "I...I really don't know."

Hong Yixuan glanced at him and said, "Since the King of Pushui Palace was killed and the demon was executed in the temple, there were only nine days during which the pilgrim asked for a spiritual response but could not get it. As a spiritual blessing in the temple, why did you hide it and not report it?"

Zhou Meng remarked: "The Immortal Master is aware of this, there is a reason for this! On the eve of the incident in Pushui Mansion, the common people in the temple snatched the offerings of the prince. Although I immediately punished the common people, the Pushui Mansion lost its spiritual response from that time. I only thought that it was the disrespectful act of the common people, which angered the prince. I just wanted to make up for it and worship it devoutly, so that the prince could calm his anger and everything would be stopped. Who would have thought..."

Before Zhou Meng finished speaking, his tone gradually weakened under Hong Yixuan's cold gaze, and then he silenced.

Hong Yixuan looked at Zhou Meng for a while and said, "That's what I meant, I really wronged you!"

Hong Yixuan asked, "How much do you know about the death of Pushui Mansion? If you wait until the matter is revealed, you will find that you have hidden it..." As he said, he glanced at the simple but not bad furnishings in the class room, "You may not be so easy."

Zhou Meng looked at Hong Yixuan hesitantly, lowered his head and replied, "I dare not say it is wronged, I dare not say it is wronged. As a spiritual master, I am naturally to blame for such a big incident in the temple. But it was not until Shenzhasi came to the door that I knew that Pushui Mansion was killed. What is the cause of the death of the Mansion... I really don't know. If the immortal master wants to figure it out, Shenzhasi should know more than I do."

Hong Yixuan snorted coldly, turned around and walked out. Zhou Meng saw Hong Yixuan's attitude, his heart fell to the bottom of the valley and froze in place. After Hong Yixuan took two steps, he mustered up the courage to call: "Immortal Master, what about me?"

Seeing Hong Yixuan's pace, Zhou Meng was completely panicked and shouted: "Immortal Master, Immortal Master!"

Hong Yixuan walked out the door with half his foot and ignored Zhou Meng's words. Sun Zan, a Xiangxiong man who had not made any noise, called out softly at this moment: "Immortal Master?"

Hong Yixuan paused slightly, looked at Sun Zan with his head, and Sun Zan quickly supported Zhou Meng, who was already unable to stand firm, and said to Zhou Meng: "Don't panic, Zhou Lingzhu, of course, the immortal master will not leave you behind, but how can the gods and immortals be plagued by earthly affairs for too long? If Zhou Lingzhu knows something about the death of the Pushui Mansion, don't hide it from it. At present, the immortal masters in Xiyi Mountain have all gone down the mountain. Even if there are any evil spirits, they are far from the enemy of the immortal master with one sword. Zhou Lingzhu, you have to think it clearly."

Although Zhou Meng was panicked, he tasted it only then that the cause of Pushui Mansion's death occupied such a weight in the heart of the immortal master in Xiyi Mountain. When he recalled the secrets of Shenzhasi's case of the Goddess Bridge, he couldn't help but feel nervous. Adam's apple rolled twice and shouted: "I have no hidden knowledge of the immortal master! Since I was a man in Shendao, I can be regarded as conscientious and have never been there for a day. Xiyi Mountain cannot abandon me!"

Hong Yixuan glanced at Sun Zan and did not answer. He waited for a while before turning around and examining Zhou Meng. After a while, he asked, "How long have you been a spiritual blessing?"

Seeing that Hong Yixuan had not left, Zhou Meng quickly replied: "It has been eighteen years."

Hong Yixuan nodded and said, "For eighteen years, Yu Dayong's Shinto has made contributions. However, do you know, how should you punish the crimes you committed?"

As the seventh-grade spiritual blessing in the divine way of the Great Yong Kingdom, Zhou Meng's greatest hope in his life is to accumulate enough merits in the Fujun Temple, so that he may get the opportunity to worship Xiyi Mountain Gate and enter the world of cultivation. However, since the Pushui Fujun Temple, where he was responsible, had such a bad case, these thoughts passed away like a dream. His face turned pale and murmured: "It is best to remove the clergy and exile outside the pass... it is just to cultivate the fields of grace at the foot of Xiyi Mountain."

"Not bad." Hong Yixuan looked at Zhou Meng, showing a careful look, "But you were also unintentional. It would be too strict to punish you like this."

Zhou Meng knelt down and begged, "Please help the immortal master!"

The people of Dayuan were extremely upright. When the emperor visited the street market, the people did not have to kneel down to greet him. Fortunately, Hong Yixuan's status as a practitioner was transcendent, so this kneeling was similar to the gods in the temple.

Hong Yixuan shook his head and said, "How can the rules of Xiyi Mountain be shaken by you? However, the saints make rituals but not rituals and music, so I will make an exception and make adjustments once. You have served in Xuandu for eighteen years. Are you familiar with the gods and gods here?"

Zhou Meng nodded repeatedly: "Familiar! No matter how familiar it is, the gods of Xuandu are 1,380, and each has their own divine realms. In order to prevent them from occupying each other and fighting for incense, the gods of Xuandu are all aware of each other. For more than 20 years, they have been in peace with their own corners and the well water will not interfere with the rivers."

Hong Yixuan nodded and glanced at Sun Zan. Sun Zan understood and took out a silk map, and said to Zhou Meng: "The last time Xiyi Mountain spread the divine way of the world was ten years ago. This time the immortal master went down the mountain to re-create the divine map. Originally, this matter should be done by Lingzhu in the City God Temple, but the immortal master was merciful and saw that you were imprisoned..." As he said that, he looked at Hong Yixuan with advice.

Hong Yixuan nodded and said, "I'll give you a chance to make meritorious service."

After saying that, regardless of whether Zhou Meng agreed or not, he turned around and left.

After leaving Sun Zan, he unfolded the silk map and saw that it was a divine picture that recorded the locations of the gods of Xuandu. He handed over the divine picture to Zhou Meng and told him: "I will send someone to send me a pen and ink. Zhou Lingzhu must write carefully. This divine picture is to go to Daxiyi Mountain, and there is no mistake."

Zhou Meng took the archway map and saw that there were many mistakes and omissions in the place where the gods were located. Even if he used the excuse of "the old picture from ten years ago", he could not help but wonder whether this was the divine picture issued by Xiyi Mountain. If not, the immortal master wanted an accurate divine picture, why did he? If Xiyi Mountain wanted to understand the divine way, according to the rules, there would be an oracle to inform the world half a year ago. Why didn’t he hear any sound of the wind before?

But as soon as this suspicious mood rose, Zhou Meng immediately cut off his nerves and no longer dared to think about it. He just rolled up the silk picture, pursed his lips and moistened his hair's dry lips. He hesitated for a moment, then suppressed his nervous thoughts and replied: "Okay."

On the Diaoxing Tower on the south side of Sanxue Street, Li Chan picked up a cold spring bamboo shoot in the entrance, peeled off a peanut, rubbed his fingers and untied the peanuts, threw it into his mouth, and looked over the window facing the street, looking at the tightly guarded Xidu Mansion.

A faint cat moan sounded at his feet, accompanied by a sharp voice: "I didn't expect that there were some tricks in the Fengshui temple in Xidu Prefecture. We tried it a few times but couldn't sneak in. Bah, if the Taoist priest had not been in the flying sword, I would not be able to follow too close to me, so how could I be blocked by the Fengshui temple? However, although we were not in the mansion, the few Qiu Bas who were guarding the gate could hear that Xiangxiongren and the Taoist priest were afraid that they would have gone to visit the prison and found the Lingzhu in the Pushui Temple."

Li Chan whispered: "Pu Shui Mansion Jun Temple..."

Xu Da shouted: "I never thought, I never thought that the case of the goddess goddess is related to these people!"

Li Chan pondered for a moment, shook her head and said, "This person forced Nie Sanlang to draw a divine picture but could not find this spiritual blessing. It is probably for the divine picture. But looking at the Taoist priest's dress, he should have studied under Xiyi Mountain. Xiyi Mountain commanded the divine way of the world, just for a divine picture. Why do you use such a despicable method?"

Xu Da asked, "Alang is wise, wise, I don't know if the name of my Snow Lion Lord is on the picture..."

Li Chan frowned, her knuckles buckled the table with rhythmic rhythmic, and the scene of Luotou's killing of the god lingering in her heart.

He recalled the back of Luotou clan escaping into the crowd, but the memories did not trace back to the Huancai Pavilion where the Xiyimen was. Instead, they were like flying lights floating in the night sky in the street market, becoming higher and higher, gradually overlooking Xuandu City.

The majestic walls around the city are still as majestic as iron cast under the night sky. Among the lights of thousands of families in the city, the misty sandalwood smoke is being eaten by the night and gradually disappearing between the incense ash and the cooling cauldron.

The white cat at his feet kept chattering, and Li Chan turned a deaf ear like a mortal on the table next to him, just whispering in his heart: "Do you want to kill the gods?"

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