The soul of the old man with Yin Gu was sent to Da Mao.
Plus the jade slip with the holy character.
No matter how much Zhang Zai tries to quibble, it is already a certainty that he colluded with Old Man Yin Gu.
Zhang Zai's face turned pale and he quickly kowtowed to Yan Zheng.
"Senior, have mercy on me! Senior, have mercy on me!"
"Juniors make big mistakes only when they are confused for a moment!"
"Senior, please spare my life!"
It wasn't until this moment that Zhang Zai became truly afraid.
As for everyone in Shuxianglongyuan, no one dared to speak at this moment, and no one dared to open his mouth to plead for Zhang Zai.
In fact, they are very likely to be implicated because of Zhang Zai's incident at this moment.
Yan Zheng shook his head.
He didn't plan to let Zhang Zai go this time.
Collaborating with evil heretics like Old Man Yin Gu is the most taboo thing for Confucian people.
Not to mention instructing Old Man Yin Gu to attack Taixuan Mansion.
This matter is too serious.
Even if Lord Ye Qingyun has a lot, he has a broad mind and doesn't care.
But what about Taixuan Palace?
What about Daomen?
This is no longer a trivial matter.
It is no exaggeration to say that Confucianism is attacking Taoism.
The Taixuan Mansion could, in a fit of rage, summon all forces from the Taoist sect and come to the Confucian sect to raise an army to question the crime.
At that time, who can escape from all the forces in the Confucian sect?
If Zhang Zai, the culprit, is not handed over, how can we quell the anger of Taixuan Palace and even the entire Taoist sect?
Yan Zheng would not allow Zhang Zai to live.
He wants to thoroughly rectify the Confucian sect. Guys like Zhang Zai, who appear to be gentlemen on the surface, but are sinister and vicious secretly, and who corrupt Confucianism, must be eradicated.
Whether it is to calm down this incident, give Daomen an explanation.
Or to rectify the atmosphere of Confucianism.
It all starts with this Zhang Zai.
"Today, I, Yan Zheng, will get rid of this scum like you for the Confucian sect and the entire Yuan Dynasty!"
Yan Zheng's voice was loud and clear.
And there were bursts of thunder in the sky.
That was the thunder caused by Yan Zheng's Confucian arrogance.
Contains the most profound and pure righteousness of heaven and earth.
Use the righteous thunder to punish Zhang Zai.
Even if Zhang Zai's cultivation is profound, he will be completely destroyed by these righteous thunders.
not to mention.
Because he had bumped into Ye Qingyun at Baisha Academy, Yan Zheng used the power of his words to deprive him of part of his cultivation.
It's only half-holy season now.
It is even more impossible to withstand this thunder of righteousness.
The elders and disciples of Shuxianglongyuan also showed horrified expressions.
They all know that the master of the hospital is finished.
This time it’s really over!
Zhang Zai looked at the thunders brewing in the sky, feeling terrified and desperate.
I just felt like I was in danger.
"Is it true that I, Zhang Zai, am going to die here today?"
Under extreme despair and fear, Zhang Zai fell into a state of sluggishness.
He never thought he would die.
What's more, I never imagined that I would die under the thunder of Confucian righteousness.
"I, Zhang Zai, am pretentious, inherit the Shuxianglongyuan, and will become a saint in the future!"
"How could I die here? How could I die here?"
"I can't die! I absolutely can't die!"
As a thunder fell, Zhang Zai suddenly woke up.
The thunder of righteousness falls.
Zhang Zai's body and soul could be severely damaged in an instant.
A matter of life and death.
Zhang Zai also took the risk.
"Saint save me!!!"
A roar spread in all directions with Zhang Zai's entire cultivation level.
Even tens of thousands of miles away, Zhang Zai's desperate roar could be heard.
Buzz!!!
An invisible force enveloped the entire world in an instant.
The righteous sky thunder that had already reached Zhang Zai's head actually fell into stagnation at this moment.
It has never truly fallen.
Zhang Zai looked at the Zhengqi Tianlei so close at hand, and was so frightened that he was paralyzed and dripping with cold sweat.
But the next moment.
He laughed wildly.
"Hahahaha! I'm not dead! I'm not dead!!!"
"The saint saved me! The saint came to save me!"
"Hahahaha! I, Zhang Zai, will not die!"
Perhaps because he survived the critical moment of life and death, Zhang Zai became a little crazy at this moment.
Everyone in the Shuxianglongyuan was also very shocked.
"This...this...could this be the power of a saint!"
"Oh my god! Did I, the Confucian saint, take action?"
"With the protection of the saint, the master of the hospital should be able to save his life!"
"Great! This is so great!"
...
Many people in the academy were very excited.
This is the power of a saint.
They had never seen the power of a saint in their lives.
Although it appears in an invisible way at this moment, they can indeed feel it.
Just being able to feel the breath of this saint's power is already a great blessing for Confucian disciples like them.
I will never be able to use it enough in this life!
Yan Zheng frowned and his expression changed.
No matter how hard he drove the righteous thunder, he could not let it fall.
There is another, more powerful force stopping me.
Yan Zhengxin sighed.
He could guess who was stopping him.
In the entire original Confucian family, there is probably only one person who has the ability to stop him.
It's just that Yan Zheng didn't expect it.
This being actually chose to take action at this moment for Zhang Zai.
"Senior, for the sake of that person, you should let me go today and spare my life!"
Zhang Zai had a look of luck on his face.
Yan Zheng didn't speak, but his face became increasingly ugly.
"Yan Zheng, come and see me."
An old and mellow voice suddenly sounded in Yan Zheng's ears.
Yan Zheng narrowed his eyes slightly.
He immediately ignored Zhang Zai, stepped on the scroll, and flew directly in one direction.
...
A large, quiet lake.
An island located in the middle of the lake.
The island has lush vegetation and endless chirping of insects and birds.
Seems full of life.
By the water's edge.
An ordinary old man wearing a raincoat and a bamboo hat was sitting cross-legged on the shore.
Holding a fishing rod, he is fishing leisurely.
The old man's figure was swaying, as if he was tired, as if he was half asleep and half awake.
at this time.
Yan Zheng stepped on the scroll and it fell from the sky.
He happened to be standing behind the old fishing man.
Looking at the old man fishing, Yan Zheng had a complicated expression.
Finally, he bowed down.
"Junior Yan Zheng, pay homage to Senior Shu Sheng."
This old fishing man who looks like a very ordinary man is Shusheng, one of the Five Sages of Confucianism.
The old fisherman heard Yan Zheng's voice and did not look back.
Still fishing carelessly.
"Yan Zheng, for my sake, let's stop the matter with Zhang Zai."
Yan Zheng's face darkened.
"Senior, don't you know what Zhang Zai did?"
The old fisherman sighed.
"Of course I know."
"Since you know it, why would senior save him?"
"It's just because I have a connection with Zhang Zaishang. For the sake of this connection, I must protect him once."
Speaking of which.
The fishing rod in the old fisherman's hand shook slightly.
It seems to symbolize that the saint's state of mind also fluctuated.
Yan Zheng fell silent.
If the old fisherman wants to protect Zhang Zai, he really has no choice.
"Yan Zheng, the path you are taking is different from that of me and your father."
The old man fishing continued to speak, but he talked about Yan Zheng himself.
"Maybe the way of the saint is not the right way."
"It's a pity that I can't look back."
Yan Zheng didn't care about this.
"Senior, I can let Zhang Zai go, but I'm afraid the Taoist side won't let it go."
"Besides, there is another person whose attitude is the key."
"This junior wants to kill Zhang Zai to appease this man's anger."
