Mo Xian looked at Qinglongling. He was in the Zuo family for half a month and successfully laid Zuo Ling's foundation. No one knew about this. He also cared about Zuo Ling, and everything was unknown. He knew that if the wind spread, let the Yan Luo Palace know that Zuo Ling was still weak and had no time to grow up.`

Before leaving, he gave Lihegui to Zuo Ling and left Zuojiazhuang. He had a lot to do to cultivate enemies for the Hall of Yama. However, he was not in a hurry to plan for his long-term plan.

Although Zuo Shangkai tried to keep him, he wanted to win over Mo Xian, but he didn't know that Mo Xian was not what he wanted. When Mo Xian left, he also gave him a lot of gold and silver, but Mo Xian did not refuse.

Gold and silver have no purpose to Mo Xian. He took gold and silver, but it made Zuo Shangkai think that he was a gangster. Only one person knew that she was Zuo Ling. Others only view him as a gangster. Mo Xian did not want to leave obvious traces. This was also one of his habits when he was a killer.

He has now arrived at Qinglong Ridge and saw Qinglong Temple. Mo Xian knew that there were two Qinglong Temples, one on the surface and one in the shadows. That was the real Qinglong Temple.

He slowly walked up the mountain. Before the mountain gate, there was a man kneeling, with a haggard face and white lips. This was a young man in his twenties. Mo Xian heard the incense burner beside him saying, "Poor, the family is all over. He just argued with a Toutu, and Toutu killed his whole family. The government did not dare to care at all. He heard that there were monks in Qinglong Temple, so he knelt here and begged. He had been kneeling for a day and a night, and so were those monks."

The incense burner shook his head and looked at the young man still kneeling there. Mo Xian glanced at it. There were too many unfair things in the world, so it was not his turn to take care of it.

The young man knelt there, his mind was blurred, and he murmured: "Mom and Dad, you died so miserably. Why are the Hall of Yama so domineering? You said there are monks in Qinglong Temple. I don't think so!"

As soon as Mo Xian passed by him, he suddenly heard the words "Yan Palace" and his eyes flashed. He turned around. He smiled at him and tapped his fingers.

He suddenly felt a sense of vitality penetrate into his body, his spirit was shocked, and then a voice came from his ear: "You want to take revenge, see you in the woods behind Qinglong Temple tonight!"

Mo Xian started to cloth again. After the sound of the sound, he ignored the young man and stepped into the temple. He threw a few taels of silver into the merit box and bowed slightly to the Buddha statue. He practiced the Tao, but he still maintained respect for the Buddhist saints, although it was just clay sculptures.

"Amitabha. As soon as the donor comes, the walls of the tent are shining. The old monk has met the donor." An old monk walked out and put his hands together. Mo Xian saw the light of inspiration. He knew that he was a real practitioner. He probably also saw that he was a practitioner, so he came out to see himself. He met all the people along the way. Even monks and ordinary people are also ordinary people.

Mo Xian also put his hands together: "Master, I am Mo Xian, I have seen the great masters of the seniors."

"I saw you send a message to the young man kneeling, and the young man has left. I wonder what the donor said?"

"Master, Buddhism is vast, can't we tolerate a young man who has lost his relatives?"

"The Buddhist sect is vast, and he is unlucky. He is full of hatred and is contrary to my Buddha. The old monk has insufficient merits and practices, so he dare not accept him. How could he listen to the donor's advice?"

"There is nothing else, just follow the wishes." Mo Xian said.

"Don't the donor know that he is determined to take revenge and obey him, not afraid of cultivating a demon star?"

"Whether you are a demon star or a good person, if you don't accept him, he will not seek a new path, let alone, he is just going to the Hall of Yama." Mo Xian said with a smile.

"God will do this, don't giver, aren't you afraid that cause and effect will implicate you in the ascension?"

Mo Xian smiled slightly: "I only want peace of mind when doing things. The Palace of Yama is not only a great enemy of Buddhism, but also a great enemy of our Taoism. Why did your sect forget so quickly that the cooperation to attack Zheng several years ago?"

"Well, since you have taken care of this matter, you will bear the cause and effect. Donald, you are not only here for this matter, right?"

"It's not for this matter, it's just a matter of seeing unfairness. I came here to ask for a dragon-subduing tree." Mo Xian said his purpose.

"Dragon-subduing wood? I'm afraid it won't work!" Ci'en showed a strange expression on her face, and even had suspicion on her face.

"When is the situation? I exchange it for magic weapons, but it's just a dragon-subduing tree!" Mo Xian said immediately when he saw the other party hesitating.

"This~ Even if you use magic weapons to exchange it, it may not work, because the dragon-subduing wood is missing." Ci'en said.

"What, I heard that the dragon tree is a tree, why is it missing?"

"This is a secret. I wanted to not reveal it, but somehow, it spread in the world of cultivation and didn't you hear it?"

"I really don't know that since I left the master's sect and was alone outside, I have never met a person in the middle of practicing. Because I have refined the five elements magic weapon and lacked a piece of wood, I came here to seek a dragon-subduing wood. Does the dragon-subduing wood have long legs?" Mo Xian asked.

"Qinglong Temple was originally two bright and dark. The dark Qinglong Temple relied on the shadow of the dragon-subduing wood. Even those who practiced the cultivation could not see it. It was left by the dragon-subduing Arhats back then. It had great power. The tree was thousands of feet high and hidden in a world, but now it is missing. What is the reason? We really don't know. The dark temple is now covered by formations." Ci'en said.

Mo Xian wanted a dragon-subduing tree, but he never expected that the dragon-subduing tree had disappeared. Even the people from Qinglong Temple did not know how it disappeared. He said apologetically: "I don't know the situation in advance, and I hope the master will forgive me."

"Donor, don't blame anyone who doesn't know it." Ci'enheshi said.

Mo Xian sighed and walked out of Qinglong Temple. Since there was no dragon-subduing wood here, he had to go to Dushushan to find peach trees. However, there was still someone here, so he would come to visit in the evening.

Under the night, the woods were dark, as if there were some monsters hiding. Mo Xian walked into the forest, and there were various sounds of insects around him. Occasionally, two strange sounds were heard, not sure whether it was a bird or a beast. It was precisely because of the sound of insects that the forest was even more terrifying.

Mo Xian saw someone standing there, and he alertly felt all the sounds around him. To be honest, he was scared, but he would not give up this opportunity, the opportunity to take revenge.

"You are here!" Mo Xian's voice suddenly rang.

His body shook and obviously jumped. He turned around suddenly. There was no moonlight at night, and it was under the tree again. Although he adapted to the environment, he could only see a vague outline.

"You're the one who asked me to come during the day?" he asked.

"Not bad! I asked you to come here to wait for me. What's your name?"

"The young actor is called Kan Ying. Can you teach me martial arts and avenge my family?"

"I can teach you, even better than you think, but you can talk about your family first?"

"My father Kan Dongge is a scholarly family at the foot of the mountain..." Kan Ying told the story in a slight way. It turned out that the matter was very small. Kan Dongge was not as good as martial arts, but he was a relatively righteous person. He took in a few days ago. Unexpectedly, this person was a killer of the Yan Luo Palace and betrayed the Yan Luo Palace. Kan Dongge was known by the Yan Luo Palace because he took in this person. The killer of the Yan Luo Palace was dispatched for a tomb. Not only that person died, but also the Kan family was implicated. Kan Ying escaped a disaster because he happened to be not at home. When he returned, everyone died. No, not everyone. Kan Dongge was still alive, and he could survive, which was completely exceptional. His heart was growing on his right chest, and all those who died were penetrated with a sword through his chest.

Although he survived for the time being, his lungs had been pierced, and he was hit by another palm, so he didn't last long. He told Kan Ying that he had saved a killer. The killer told him that he was from the Yama Palace, but he was seriously injured. The Yama Palace must have come to find him. He came here because there was an opponent in the Yama Palace, the monk from Qinglong Temple. As a result, the killer died and implicated the Kan family.

The family he buried came to Qinglong Temple and only then did Mo Xian see the scene.

Mo Xian thought a little bit, a sword piercing the heart is a masterpiece of the heart-piercing ghost. I heard that there is a heart-piercing ghost in the Yan Kingdom Hall. He usually dresses up as a head-tuo, and it seems that he is the one.

Mo Xian didn't want to continue to investigate, just pointing at the Hall of Yama. He said lightly: "Do you know the Hall of Yama?"

Kan Ying shook her head. For ordinary people, they might not be able to see his movements clearly in the darkness, but for Mo Xian, they were clear that darkness could no longer block his sight for him.

Mo Xian shook his head when he saw him and said, "The Palace of Yama is spread all over the world. Not only that, it also crosses the world and the world. If you are against such a large organization, aren't you looking for death?"

"What does it mean in the world? Is the Hall of Yama really the Hall of Yama, and there are immortals in it?"

"Absolutely, the Hall of Yama claims to be a Buddhist sect, among which the masters fly to the sky and escape from the earth are no less than the real Yama. Do you still want to take revenge now?" Mo Xian was not polite. He wanted to see if he was scared and how he was scared. Mo Xian would not help him. Many of the people who assassinate the Hall of Yama every year are high-ranking officials and rich people, but most of them swallowed their anger.

"I don't care how powerful the Hall of Yama Palace is, but my father and my family die in vain at the hands of Yama Palace. I must avenge them. Please accept me." Kan Ying said.

Mo Xian smiled and nodded, saying, "Since that's the case, he is a talented person. You are not worthy of my efforts now. Well, come here!"

Kan Ying walked over and knelt on the ground. Mo Xian did not stop him. He stretched out a finger and pointed it on his seal hall. He suddenly felt that there was a lot more in his face.

"I tell you the kung fu of the Bingpo Sect. If you put your heart into it, you can fly with the weapon within two or three years. Then I will see if you can teach you. You can use this pill and this magic weapon first." Mo Xian passed on a fine elixir and a magic weapon flying sword to him.

The flying sword of magic weapon was obtained by him from the people who died in the Ice Palace. Mo Xian still had a few around him, and he was not going to give him any better ones. Mo Xian wanted to take advantage of this to rebuild the Ice Po Sect. He was also going to find more people. There was only one condition, which was to have a deep hatred for the Hall of Yama.

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