"Madam, there is a message from Qingjian Hall that people have begun to enter the hall." A maid walked to Lin Huaiman and said softly.

Lin Huaiman touched the jade ring on his finger and said, "Wait a moment."

The maid bowed her head and retreated. Although today was the most dignified sword-cleaning ceremony at the Sword Sacrifice Conference, and Lin Huaiman, as the master of the Qingjian Hall, should be there in advance. But she didn't seem to be in a hurry at all, even after the maid informed her.

Several times, she still sat calmly in front of the mirror, as if waiting for something.

At the same time, in a small dark room in the pavilion.

"I really didn't expect that the human skin masks Jinghua gave us would actually be Liu Zangfeng and Liu Zanglie. This would be too desperate." The tiger-bearded man lay on the bed with his legs crossed, "But Liu Zangfeng is far away in Luoyang.

, it’s too late to understand the fragments of the Mogao Grottoes murals, and I probably won’t come here.”

The thin man did not answer him, but sat there with his eyes closed to meditate.

These two people appeared to be the two brothers of the Liu family, but in fact they were Ling Pengyue and Murong Haoyue, who were wearing masks made by Concubine Caiyun. Ling Pengyue knew very well the connection between Liu Zangfeng and his wife, and used this to contact Lin Huaiman

.But when the dignified owner of the villa returned to the villa, instead of walking in through the spacious door, he followed Lin Huaiman's guidance and quietly entered the villa through a dark secret passage, and also lived in a similarly dark secret room.

It's about playing it by ear.

"I've been working in Tianji Pavilion for so many years, but why didn't I know that Master Lin had a strange habit of locking his husband into a small dark room? Or with his younger brother." Ling Pengyue, wearing Liu Zanglie's mask

He glanced at Murong Haoyue and said, "Is there something fishy?"

Murong Haoyue finally struck up a conversation with him, "I don't want to care about these things. I just want to know why you want me to pretend to be someone else's husband."

"It's a matter of temperament." Ling Pengyue waved his hand, "I met Master Liu in Luoyang, and the bitterness and hatred on his face really rivaled yours."

Murong Haoyue remained expressionless, "Is your brother really going to die today?"

"That's Muhuai Sword. You should know better than me how much the world hates King Muhuai, the master of Muhuai Sword. If there are no accidents, it should be possible." Ling Pengyue stood up. "But

He won't die because I'm here.

"I was just surprised."

Murong Haoyue suddenly fell silent again. His hand kept caressing the red hilt of the blood sword, and he raised his falcon-like eyes thoughtfully.

"What's wrong?" Ling Pengyue asked.

"There are other surprises." Murong Haoyue said solemnly.

Ling Peng's heart tightened when he heard the words. He understood that although Murong Haoyue was a Taoist priest, he had the experience of living in Heming Valley for five years. In the past five years, he had to be wary of those flower pickers every day. It could be said that he had a narrow escape from death.

He has honed his acumen that is no less than that of a beast.

"If it can make you aware of the existence of danger, it must be a big trouble." Ling Pengyue raised his eyebrows slightly.

The mountain outside Junshan is Qingshan.

The monks from Hanshan Temple have gathered at the top of the mountain, formed a strange position, and started chanting Sanskrit facing Junshan.

I don’t know how long it took, but a layer of light fog enveloped the outside of Junshan. It was moving very fast and looked a little weird.

Now the acting director of Hanshan Temple, Ruhui, was standing in the middle of the monks holding the magic pestle and muttering something. After a moment, he waved the magic pestle fiercely and said, "The formation is up!"

The other monks also raised their beads high and said, "Get up!"

"The nature of Bodhi is originally pure. If the wild mind never stops, then it will be Bodhi." Ru Hui shouted, and there seemed to be a sudden surge of golden light in his eyes.

The villa above Junshan was originally Buried Sword, and countless white bones were buried at the foot of Junshan. The resentment was very deep. After the destruction of Buried Sword Villa, it was not suitable to establish a sect here. But the Liu family didn't know where to start.

After obtaining the secret method, all the resentment here was dispersed, and thinking of their contribution in this battle, the Liu family naturally took over Junshan.

However, few people know that it was actually Liu Zangfeng who condensed these subtle grievances into an invisible barrier that enveloped Junshan to prevent foreign invaders.

Guzhoufang spent a lot of hard work to get this news. No one knows how useful this formation will be if Liuyue Villa is in danger. Regarding this matter, Master Guzhou does not dare to bet.

Therefore, a "deal" was reached with Hanshan Temple.

"I wonder what you are doing here?" Suddenly a cold voice sounded.

The golden light in Ruhui's eyes disappeared for a moment. The man's voice clearly came from not far away, but his whereabouts up the mountain were not discovered in advance.

He turned around and found a figure in green standing in the distance, and the next moment, it flashed in front of him.

He was so fast that even he, who possessed the magical power of King Kong's Angry Eyes, couldn't see clearly!

"Master Liuzhuang." Ruhui hurriedly clasped her hands together and saluted.

"I know you. You are the proud disciple of Master Chenkong of Hanshan Temple." Liu Zangfeng put his right hand on the hilt of his sword and said, "The name is Ruhui."

"There is a meeting in the village. Master Liuzhuang is not staying at Junshan, so why are you here?" Ru Hui's words were full of respect.

"Master Ruhui hasn't answered the question I just asked." Liu Zangfeng's face flashed with coldness.

Ruhui glanced at the monks around him who were still chanting sutras, and twisted out a string of Buddhist beads, "Back to Master Liu Village, the young monk was entrusted by someone to perform a ritual ceremony here."

"Really?" Liu Zangfeng looked at Junshan on the other side, "But how did this ritual come to my head at Liuyue Villa? As a monk, please don't lie."

"Of course I don't dare to lie." Ruhui carefully twirled the beads in her hand.

"Oh?" Liu Zangfeng frowned.

"Under Junshan Mountain, the evil obstacles of twenty years ago have not yet cleared up, and the souls of the dead have no place to return. The young monk and his fellow disciples are here to chant sutras, perform deeds for the souls of the dead, and save them. What's wrong with that?" Ru Hui said.

While twisting the beads, he said.

"Get lost." Liu Zangfeng shouted low, and the spring willow tree on his waist unsheathed and chopped Ruhui's Buddhist beads to the ground.

"Amitabha." Ruhui recited the Buddha's name lightly and held up the demon-conquering pestle stuck on the ground.

"Master." Liu Zangfeng stood with his sword in hand, "Are you trying to stop me?"

Ruhui waved the demon-subduing pestle in her hand, her eyes shining brightly with golden light, but she was not angry and said, "Try to the death."

In the Zangfeng Pavilion of Liuyue Villa, Lin Huaiman, who had been sitting for a long time, finally got up and came to the door, "Let's go to Qingjian Hall."

"Yes." The maid guarding the door said a blessing, then called for the sedan chair, "Get up and go to the Qingjian Hall."

With the support of the maid, Lin Huaiman slowly boarded the sedan. When he opened the curtain and was about to enter, Lin Huaiman suddenly stopped and whispered to the maid: "Let the two people in the secret room know that the Qing Sword Conference has begun."
Chapter completed!