Chapter 512 Collegiate

"roll!"

Venerable Purgatory yelled, and slammed his backhand on the wall. The mahogany-inlaid masonry wall undulated like a dragon, and the entire wall was inlaid with extremely deep mahogany.

At this moment, the curtain moved slightly, and a middle-aged scribe walked in slowly. He was dressed in a white shirt and a blue scarf.

"Tell me to get out!"

Venerable Purgatory didn't turn his head back, he struck out a palm, the air flow was like a dragon, and the middle-aged scholar waved his palm lightly, like a willow leaf fluttering, pulling left and right, with violent vigor, under his guidance, it immediately turned into a breeze that filled the room and scattered with the window.

"Prince, the matter has come to this point, so what's the point of getting angry, if the two masters find out, it will only make you laugh, the most urgent thing is to break the situation."

The middle-aged scribe walked slowly to the window, looking at the opposite cliff, the wind was blowing, and the forest was rustling.

Today's Ghost Slaughtering Sect has two heads, the principal and the deputy, who are the two senior brothers of the Venerable Purgatory. In the past, the three of them listened to the training under the seat of the dead wood old ghost.

The two senior brothers of the Venerable Purgatory, who have been involved in good fortune, are only half a step away from the soul-sensing realm. They also have the secret of killing ghosts meticulously.

The middle-aged scribe knew very well that Venerable Purgatory had always had the heart to compete with the two heads, so he deliberately used the two heads to talk about things.

Sure enough, Venerable Purgatory stopped his fury, and said coldly, "What kind of situation is broken, junior Cuer, I must die a good death. It's just that this is not the right time, let's let the child go wild."

The middle-aged scribe turned back and said, "The first seat must not be neglected. After all, the child is wearing tiger skin. If you want to clean it up, you must leave no flaws. Otherwise, you will not succeed and suffer instead."

Venerable Purgatory looked at the middle-aged scribe, and said coldly, "If you have any ideas, just tell me, it's this time, why are you still going around with this deity?"

The middle-aged scribe is the head of the School of Slaying Ghosts, and Xiang is the brain of the Slaying Ghosts. This time, the Slayer of Ghosts entered Longshou Peak, with Venerable Purgatory as the leader and middle-aged scribes as assistants.

The middle-aged scribe said, "To get rid of the younger generation, there are only two ways. One is slow and the other is fast. Slow is safe, and fast is risky. If it is slow, let Su take care of it, and he will surely make great achievements in ten months. Although the child is rampant, but the leader of the little guard, in terms of power, how can he overwhelm my Slaughtering Ghost Sect? You just need to stimulate the relationship of our door in the Shenjing Yamen, and I am afraid that you will not be able to crush a mere deputy hundred households?"

Although Dayue valued fame and honor, the major forces, especially the noble families, had already deeply affected the court system.

After all, this is a world where the strong are respected, and the various sects specialize in cultivating the strong, so it is naturally easier than ordinary people to invade the imperial court.

The Ghost Killing Sect is one of the seven great sects, with hundreds of years of history and profound foundation, if one wants to use official power to crush Xu Yi, it will naturally be difficult.

"Hmph, junior Zuoer, is it worth the effort of our sect?"

Venerable Purgatory was not happy. The reason why he hated Xu Yi was not because Yaozhi was not good in the competition, but because the thief made him lose face in front of everyone.

He insisted on Xu Yi's death in his own hands before he would give up, how could he be willing to use external force to settle the matter.

The middle-aged scribe frowned slightly. He guessed that the Venerable Purgatory would definitely not allow this method, and he felt regretful. However, as the mastermind, he had to do his best to plan. After pondering for a moment, he said, "If you want to be quick, you have to secretly kill the killer and strike with a thunderbolt, so as to succeed in one blow."

"This is exactly what I want!"

Venerable Purgatory slapped the window edge heavily, "Old Su, please plan on your behalf. The little thief and I have barely fought against each other. This thief has some skills, but it is difficult to enter the hall of elegance. The only thing to worry about is that this thief is surrounded by soldiers. Once he is caught and killed, the soldiers will definitely be alarmed. If it goes wrong, it will be a disaster."

The middle-aged scribe said, "I can't get a good solution to this matter for a while."

Venerable Purgatory Fang frowned, and the middle-aged scribe smiled slightly, "Why are you so anxious, I can guarantee that there are people who are more anxious than the first."

As soon as the words fell, I heard a voice saying, "I would like to report to the Lord, Lord Shenzong, Lord Tingshu, Master Shanfo, please see me."

The sarcoma on the forehead of the Venerable Purgatory instantly congested with blood. The middle-aged scribe smiled and said, "Please come in quickly." After saying that, he walked out quickly to welcome him, and reminded him, "First seat, right and wrong have come to the door, and there is no way to hide. This is not a place for receiving guests, so let's go into the hall."

Venerable Purgatory snorted coldly, followed closely behind.

The two entered the hall, but they saw Shenzong of the Ming Dynasty, Tingshu of the Song Dynasty, and Shangshan Buddha, each of whom was sitting and drinking.

"I don't know if the three masters are here, what can I teach you?"

Venerable Purgatory was the first to speak, his face full of ridicule, and he was extremely upset.

He couldn't guess what these three people were doing here, it was just that they couldn't let go of that Yaozhi.

Reminiscent of the fact that the three of them joined forces to protect the little thief before, and now they find themselves to deal with the little thief, it is really ironic that they have truly played the role of having a milk is a mother to the extreme.

Ming Shenzong snorted coldly, "Old Song, Great Buddha, I said earlier that people don't appreciate it, maybe I thought that a certain class asked him, why should we put a hot face on a cold ass, without him, we can still do it!"

Venerable Purgatory rose up against the table, "Then why are you looking for this deity!" The sound was like thunder, shaking the house and falling dust. Song Tingshu, who was drinking tea, looked at Shangshan Buddha and put down the teacup.

Ming Shenzong stood up and was about to leave with a flick of his sleeves when the middle-aged scholar pushed him back to his seat, "Everyone, everyone, our sect has suffered a lot from that little thief, and the chief is not in a good mood. I hope you all understand. What is the purpose of you coming here? The chief and I know all about it. If you don't get rid of the thief, what's your face? As for the ownership of the demon plant, we are willing to discuss with you."

Venerable Purgatory and the middle-aged scribes all understood that these people came here only for Yaozhi.

Since such a precious treasure has passed away, according to the temper of these people, there is no reason to let it go.

The reason for coming here is nothing more than knowing that the Killing Ghost Sect is determined not to let the little thief go, and the coordination is not good enough, and the two sides are fighting again.

"I have heard for a long time that the Su Zhangyuan is resourceful and decisive, and I am really happy."

Song Tingshu brushed his folding fan and said with a smile, "Purgatory, don't speak dark words in front of the wise, little thief, we all want to get rid of him, and we are here to discuss how to distribute the Yaozhi."

Venerable Purgatory sneered, "The dantian of the ghost fire is abolished, but the mouth is still there. Do you want me to invite the ghost fire to come and tell you about it? Whose property is the ghost plant?"

Shangshan Buddha lightly shook his round head, clasped his hands together and said, "It's so good, so good, all treasures are born in nature, and the virtuous live there. Why do purgatory benefactors always cling to vain thoughts?"

Venerable Purgatory trembled with sarcoma, and snorted coldly, "You are bald, I hate you the most in my life, such a person who is clearly full of desires, but insists on preaching the Buddha, it is shameful and hateful!"

Shang Shan Buddha's fat face was reddish, and he still clasped his palms together, "The almsgiver can't see through the karmic obstacles. How do you know that my Buddha is vast, and all causes and effects are like dreams and illusions. It's not a matter of verbal disputes. It's so good."