"Brother Zhang Yi, there is nothing to say about the matter between me and him. Sometimes Xiaozhuang also misses the situation. When I asked him to go with me, he stayed with him."
Obviously, Chen Haoran's attitude was extremely firm and he looked like he refused to communicate.
"Supreme Marquis, don't worry about some things you shouldn't care about. You have disappointed me so much."
Gu Xinghe also had a gloomy face. This was the first time he faced Zhang Yi with this attitude.
Zhang Yi felt a headache when he was sandwiched between the two of them. He felt that it was more difficult to resolve the grudge between them than to resolve the grudge between Yue Yao and Taoist Master Qinglian.
At least for now, Taoist Master Qinglian and Yue Yao can stand together peacefully, and the frequency of the two people quarrel is also decreasing.
"Do you think I want to care about the broken things between you? If the Holy Master hadn't spoken, I wouldn't have bothered to care about you."
Zhang Yi also had a little temper and said furiously.
"If the Holy Master knew that you still looked like this, how could you let him rest in peace?" Zhang Yi asked in disappointment, and these questions hit their hearts.
Sure enough, this time the two of them did not continue talking, but lowered their heads and remained silent. Both of them looked worried.
"Now the ancient domain is facing the crisis of immortals. If the two of you fight, the entire ancient domain will be in vain! Have you figured out the consequences of some things?"
Seeing this, Zhang Yi continued to make a sudden statement, and the two of them were speechless.
"Supreme Marquis, you have made contributions to the ancient realm. I may not pursue you in this matter, but don't worry about the matter between me and him."
Gu Xinghe was silent for a moment. Thinking that Zhang Yi had never done anything to hurt the royal family in the ancient domain during this period, he was not prepared to hold him accountable. After all, Zhang Yi's talent was here, and he did not want to get into evil with Zhang Yi.
"Brother, I listen to my advice, don't worry about this matter. I will temporarily put down our grudges and will not affect the ancient domain."
Chen Haoran also said earnestly.
Seeing that the two of them were still so stubborn, Zhang Yi snorted coldly and did not continue to say that it was useless to say that there were so many people who could not get into the air.
"Gu Xinghe, do you have any opinions on your and I join forces this time? It happened that I have let me see if you have made progress over the years."
Chen Haoran looked up at Gu Xinghe and asked.
"Hmph, don't ask me to retreat. I think about Zhang Yi's face and can guarantee that I won't kill you in the Holy Palace."
Gu Xinghe also snorted coldly and said disdainfully.
"Don't! After dealing with the matter of the fairy, you and I will decide your life and death. I should also explain the grudges of so many years. I will not let your conspiracy succeed."
Chen Haoran immediately reached out to interrupt and said with disgust on his face.
"As you wish!"
Since it was a fight in the Holy Palace, there was naturally no reason for Gu Xinghe to refuse.
Seeing this, Zhang Yi sighed, a feeling of powerlessness arose in his heart, and he shook his head secretly and said, "Saint Master, I really left a huge problem for me before you left."
"But now they all put the overall situation first, at least temporarily suppressing their outbreak. Let's think of a solution when dealing with the fairy spirit."
Zhang Yi naturally could not give up on their affairs. This was his promise to Zhuang He and what he thought in his heart.
He had thought that Gu Xinghe was an unforgivable person before, but after so long he had been together, he found that this was not the case. The monks of the ancient realm had too deep a misunderstanding about him.
Moreover, Gu Xinghe's repeated helps have kindness to Zhang Yi, and as for Chen Haoran, there is no need to say more. This is the eldest brother appointed by the Destiny Tu himself. Can he sit still?
But this feeling of being sandwiched in the middle is really unbearable.
"Supreme Marquis, tell me what you think."
Gu Xinghe looked at Zhang Yi with cold eyes, as if he was a little distant from Zhang Yi because of this incident.
"Next, find a way to attract the Seven Immortals to the Holy Palace. Their hatred for me exceeds your thoughts. As long as I am there, I will not be afraid that they will not come."
"But this matter needs to be cut off the mess quickly, and they must be forced to go to the world as soon as possible..."
Zhang Yi told them all about their plan in Buzhou Mountain at that time, and Gu Xinghe nodded repeatedly to agree.
At the same time, Gu Xinghe also sighed in his heart that Zhang Yi's cohesion in the ancient domain had even surpassed him. He asked himself that he could not gather so many people together.
Not to mention Chen Haoran, he couldn't even invite the Sun Ancestor of Wan Yao Valley, let alone those geniuses who have awakened from ancient times. They have no intersection with the ancient Xinghe at all.
"Is your fairy-bound rope still usable?"
If there is still a rope tied to the immortals, their pressure will be reduced a lot, and Gu Xinghe couldn't help but ask.
"The incomplete immortal-bound rope can only be used once, but I have other means to deal with them."
Zhang Yi did not say anything explicitly, and he said so that they could rest assured.
"Okay, next I will set up the "Life and Death Spirit Array" and other seven immortals in the holy palace."
"In addition... the spiritual array you arranged in Buzhou Mountain was also arranged in the Holy Palace to avoid affecting others."
Gu Xinghe pondered and ordered.
"Fake hypocritical, hypocritical!"
Unexpectedly, Chen Haoran muttered with disgust on his face, and Gu Xinghe just glared at him fiercely without saying much.
"I will clear the guards of the Holy Palace during this period, and let us face some things."
Gu Xinghe does not intend to let too many people participate in this matter. After all, this battle is not something that can be won by relying on the number of people alone.
"As for how to let them go down to the world as soon as possible, I believe you have experience in this matter."
The ancient Galaxy distributed all tasks well, everyone performed their own duties, and began to get busy in the Holy Palace.
Zhang Yi went alone to find Master Huijue, and happened to ask about the situation of Buddhist son Wuxin.
When Zhang Yi came to the Holy Capital Buddha Temple, the incense in front of the Buddha Temple was full of energy, and compared with the previous immortal temples, the continuous power of incense poured into the Buddha statue of Wuxin.
"The incense in the Immortal Temple should be extremely poor now. According to this level of incense power, if Wu Xin could really return, he would have returned long ago..."
Zhang Yi shook his head in disappointment. He had been looking forward to how strong his enlightenment would be after returning. After all, he was practicing the path that he followed.
At this moment, an old monk with a beautiful and beautiful monk chanted a profound scripture and patted Zhang Yi on the shoulder and said, "Donald Zhang, long time no see! You are finally here."
"Master Huijue, are you waiting for me?"
I was a little happy to see Master Huijue Zhang Yi, but I heard what he meant, and it seemed that I had been waiting for him here for a long time.
Master Huijue nodded, "I wonder if the donor is satisfied with this incense battle. Now no one worships the fairy temples, and some fairy temples are even covered with spider webs."
Regarding the dispute over incense, no one in the world is a match for Buddhism, and Master Huijue has absolute confidence in this regard.
Zhang Yi nodded with satisfaction. It seemed that the situation in the Immortal Temple was even worse than he thought. It seemed that there was no need to do more than Seven Immortals would come down to the realm as soon as possible.
"Since Buddhism has so much incense power to the Buddhist son Wuxin, why hasn't he returned to this matter yet?"
Zhang Yi's meaning inside and outside the words meant that he believed that Wuxin had died in the secret realm of the Great Dao, so these incense powers were completely meaningless, and naturally there was no saying that he would return.
Master Huijue was not upset, but smiled meaningfully, "Please follow me!"
Zhang Yi followed Master Huijue curiously, and he wanted to see what Master Huijue sold in his gourd.
Master Huijue took Zhang Yi to a dilapidated Buddhist temple. Compared with the previous Eight Buddha Temples, this place is a world of difference.
“Where is this?”
Zhang Yi frowned slightly, wondering what the purpose of Master Huijue bringing him here.