Text Chapter 1065 The Chickens and Dogs Are Restless

Kuangyue Monk and Kuchiki Taoist, two masters of the Emei Sect, fought so hard that the rest of the Supreme Elders were alarmed. They ended their meditation and rushed over to mediate.

Even the leader of the Emei Sect, Haichan Zhenren, was dispatched.

The real Haichan, whose common name is Liu Haichan, is less than sixty years old. As a martial arts practitioner, this age is still considered the golden age, and he can be said to be in the prime of life. However, some people in the Pingchuan Province have also noticed that there is a "Hai Chan Taoist" in the Qingcheng Sect. They don't know what the relationship between this person and Liu Haichan is, and he dares to use the same name as the head of the Emei Sect. .

When Liu Haichan appeared, the battle between Kuangyue Monk and Old Man Kuchiki also ended. This ended only after the persuasion and joint suppression of many supreme elders.

For a guy like Mad Moon Monk, it is really a headache to reason with him.

"Two Supreme Elders, are you deliberately letting others see the joke of our Emei sect?" Liu Haichan's tone was very calm, but in his calmness he revealed a powerful majesty, which is the majesty of the master of a sect.

Even these supreme elders could not help but look solemn.

Kuangyue Monk was still a little manic, and shouted: "Old man Kuchiki eats alone, he is so shameless!"

"Is it all about the elixirs?" Liu Haichan snorted, "It's just for a few elixirs that you are in such a mess. It's simply a joke. Two Supreme Elders, since this matter is yours If you did it, come with me and explain it to these comrades in the world."

"Explain? To whom?" Mad Moon Monk and Old Man Kuchiki were stunned at the same time.

"Let me tell you the fellow Jianghu people involved in the Fangshi transaction. Now these people have united and asked for people from our Emei faction. They said they wanted to talk to this guy and invite him to participate in the next Fangshi transaction. We don't agree with this request. It's so hard to refuse." Liu Haichan revealed the current problem.

"The United Alliance wants people from us?" Old Man Kuchiki sneered, "Who are these people! How dare they run wild on our Emei Sect's territory!"

"These people are indeed nothing. However, their demands are not too much, so you two go out with me to deal with them." Liu Haichan said.

"But this kid is dead!" Mad Moon Monk said.

"The person died, but the body is still there." Liu Haichan said, and asked someone to take the pile of minced meat and Qin Lang's clothes.

The group returned to Xianfeng Temple again.

As expected, a group of Jianghu comrades from Pingchuan Province were still stranded in Xianfeng Temple, clamoring to meet the sloppy young man selling elixirs. Among these people, Taoist Hai Chan from the Qingcheng Sect was among them.

It can be seen that the overt and covert struggle between Qingcheng fear and the Emei faction has become more and more intense.

"Everyone, I just received some unfortunate news - the Mr. Zhao you are concerned about has fallen off a cliff by himself."

Liu Haichan came to everyone and announced the news that "Zhao Kan" was dead. After hearing the news, the people present were naturally excited, and none of them believed that the sloppy boy would fall off the cliff by himself. There is no doubt that it was the Emei sect who forced him to death.

"Mr. Zhao fell off a cliff by himself? Did I hear you correctly?"

Taoist Hai Chan from the Qingcheng Sect sneered, "A master of martial arts can fall off a cliff by himself, or fall to his death by himself?"

Of course, no one would believe that a martial arts master would slip and fall off a cliff to his death. In everyone's opinion, this was just an excuse from the Emei Sect. It was obvious that the Emei Sect forced him to death, but there was no evidence, and the Emei Sect was so strong. , most of the others dared to be angry but dared not speak out, only the people from the Qingcheng faction dared to challenge him.

"Qin Haichan, do you have any evidence for what you said?" Liu Haichan asked his half-brother.

Yes, this Taoist Haichan from the Qingcheng sect is Liu Haichan's "brother", but the two sides have such deep grudges that one joined the Qingcheng sect and the other joined the Emei sect. Even though both of them have become "monastics", the hatred in their hearts has not become indifferent, but has become more and more intense.

"What more evidence do you need? Don't you, the Emei Sect, dare to admit it when you force someone to death? Forget it, it's fine if you don't admit it, but what about the pills on that person? Do you, the Emei Sect, have to keep it all to yourself?" Qin Hai Chan is indeed the leader of the Qingcheng faction. He knows that these fellow Jianghu people actually have no so-called justice at all. The reason why everyone gathers here to seek justice for "Zhao Kan" is nothing more than the treasure of this sloppy boy. As for the life and death of this sloppy boy, and how he died, almost no one cares.

"You want the elixir? It's a pity that this man died without leaving a single elixir." Liu Haichan said coldly.

"Is this your answer?" Qin Haichan also sneered, "Emei sect, you really know how to tell lies! First, the boy said that he fell off a cliff and died, and now he said that there were no traces left on his body. Pill, do you think this is possible? Do you think it is possible?"

"impossible!"

"Hand over the elixir!"

"We want elixirs!"

"Everyone who meets you has a share!"

"..."

The crowd is excited, not for justice, but for sharing the spoils.

Just when these people were making a fuss around Xianfeng Temple, Qin Lang had already left Mount Emei and was now on his way back to Anrong.

For Qin Lang, making money in this Fangshi transaction is only secondary. The key is that through this Fangshi transaction, he has some intuitive understanding of the rivers and lakes in Pingchuan Province. He can simply describe it in one word:

poverty!

That's right, the current Jianghu Road in Pingchuan Province is simply "poor". There are no elixirs, no elixirs, no spiritual stones... Martial arts practice has basically fallen into an unprecedented downturn. Without resources, no matter how good your talent is, it is difficult to grow, just like a sapling cannot grow without fertile soil and sufficient sunshine.

Moreover, the poor are not just Jianghu Sanjia, martial arts families, even big sects such as Emei Sect and Qingcheng Sect are also very "poor". They are not short of money, but they lack all kinds of cultivation materials, and these cultivation materials are basically It can't be bought with money. Otherwise, Qin Lang's behavior of auctioning pills would not be regarded as a prodigal.

In addition, Qin Lang saw that there seemed to be greater forces behind the Emei Sect and Qingcheng Sect. It was not just Buddhism and Taoism. Qin Lang could already see the emergence of cultivators. And in Qin Lang's view, it may not be a good sign that cultivators are gradually getting involved in the affairs of the world.

After settling his thoughts for a while, Qin Lang made a call: "Please ask Master Shui Jing to talk to me."

"I'm Shui Jing, who are you?" Master Shui Jing's voice sounded on the phone.

"I am Qin Lang. I went to Fangshi in Xianfeng Temple today."

"What!—somewhere to talk?"