Long Sikun frowned and said, "Master Dai, Long really doesn't know what you said, how dare you have any hidden secrets?" Dai Deyong looked at Long Sikun angrily, then saluted Huijue and said, "My monk Mingjian, my nephew Cheng Yue and the second brother of the White House Lord Bai Zhongzun subdued a ten thousand-year-old rat demon in Sanche Town. Unexpectedly, Li Tianmu and Lu Xianping and the monsters snatched away the demon corpse, leaving only a wreckage for us. And that's not all, Li Tianmu relied on the help of the demon man and indulged his son. His disciple seriously injured his brother Zhongzun and his disciple Mei Ying Shuangxiao, and Dugu Ying died tragically under the demon sword! Huijue God Monk, Nine Sword Pavilion, is so evil that he humiliated my Donghai Sect and Baidingshan Palace. We can't bear it anymore, and we hope the monk will uphold justice!"

After Dai Deyong finished speaking, the other sects began to talk secretly. Long Sizhan faintly heard the sects complaining about what they did in Jiujian Pavilion, but he couldn't say anything, so he could only drink tea in a muffled voice. Huijue took a deep breath and said, "Amitabha, don't get angry, do you have to wait until I listened to Long's explanation before mediating?"

Long Sikun nodded to Huijue and said, "Thank you, the monk. Long is the owner of Longjian Villa and belongs to the same clan as Jiujian Pavilion. Long is really unforgivable to blame for such a disaster. After Long finished the funeral of Senior Brother Zheng and his wife, Long must have come to the door to apologize in person. He hopes that the leader of the White House will not care about it and can give Long a chance." Dai Deyong gritted his teeth and said, "Lord Long, do you want to forget about this matter?"

Long Sikun did not answer Dai Deyong, but looked at Bai Xiaochuan: "What's the White House's idea?" Bai Xiaochuan was slightly stunned by Long Sikun's question: He had already obtained Shu Jiu's fur and internal organs. If Long Sikun came to the door to apologize again, he would have angered. It can be said that he had won both fame and fortune. However, Bai Xiaochuan still said coldly: "Lord Long Manor, the disciple of Jiujian Pavilion beat my brother seriously and killed my nephew. Do you want to write it off just a few words?"

Long Sikun slanted Bai Xiaochuan coldly and said slowly: "Then let the White House Master tell me, how did Li Tianmu and the others seriously injured Brother Ling?" Bai Xiaochuan sneered and stood up: "Li Tianmu and the demons hurt my brother and insulted my daughter. My two nephews asked them to judge him, and one of them died innocently. I miserably a pair of winged birds, and you will be separated! Lord Long, do you want to be more detailed?"

Long Sikun glanced at Bai Xiaochuan, then clasped his fists and said to Huijue, "Please ask the monk to understand." Huijue was silent for a moment and said slowly, "Amitabha, I will ask the White House Lord first, if my brother, donor Bai, is it safe?" Bai Xiaochuan hurriedly bowed and replied, "By thanks to Master Huijue's concern, my brother's escape from death is really blessed by the Buddha."

The news that Bai Xiaochuan didn't want his younger brother to become a useless man was spread, after all, he felt that he couldn't hold his face. Dai Deyong said loudly: "Master of the White House, your younger brother has been beaten to become a useless man by Li Tianmu. You can tell the monk Huijue to let the monk preside over justice for you!" As soon as Dai Deyong said this, everyone was in an uproar: Bai Xiaogu was beaten to become a useless man by Li Tianmu, and I'm afraid no one would believe it.

Bai Xiaochuan looked at Dai Deyong with a gloomy face, and moved his cheeks and did not say anything. Long Sikun saw Huijue frowned slightly, raised a smile on the corner of his mouth, and immediately said loudly: "President Dai, you can't speak nonsense. Mr. Bai Zhongzun is a top-notch master. No matter how powerful my nephew Li Tianmu is, he can't beat Mr. Bai to a useless person, right?" Bai Xiaochuan could only argue with embarrassment, "Didn't I say it? He has a demon helper!"

Long Sikun raised his eyebrows and stared at Bai Xiaochuan: "Oh? Is that right? As far as Long knows, this demon is the apprentice of Master Tian's nephew, and he is only seventeen or eighteen years old. No matter how powerful he is, he cannot beat Mr. Bai, right?" Bai Xiaochuan snorted coldly and then argued; "Even if his martial arts skills are average, if he holds them..." When he said this, Bai Xiaochuan suddenly came to his senses, then glared at Long Sikun fiercely and continued: "...It's not impossible to hold a sword that can be used to cut gold and cut jade."

Bai Xiaochuan naturally knew that once he said the three words "Juluo Jian", based on Huijue's experience, he would definitely know that there was something wrong with it. Huijue has been silent now, which means that he is slowly thinking about the words of both sides and has not only listened to the words of one person. Dai Deyong also looked at him with some confusion when he heard Bai Xiaochuan say this: He knew that Xiao Rong was cut off by Mu Wushuang, but Xiao Rong did not tell him that Mu Wushuang was holding the Juluo Jian, and Xiao Rong did not know that Shu Jiu's body was actually taken away by Meng Guo first. Li Tianmu and the others had touched Shu Jiu's body before they met Xiao Rong again.

Huijue closed his hands and recited the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, good, good, good. I am not very clear about the reasons for this, but can you listen to me?" Long Sikun and others said in unison: "Please speak the god monk." Huijue closed his eyes and said slowly: "The dispute between several donors started from a demon who attained enlightenment. Let's not talk about how this demon was killed, but the demons became enemies. As far as I see, it should be caused by uneven fame and fortune." Long Sikun narrowed his eyes and stared at Bai Xiaochuan, and said in his heart: "Bai Xiaochuan, you have taken all the benefits, and you are still here to provoke trouble! If it weren't for the concern that Sizhan is here, I would have told Master Huijue the truth long ago!"

Dai Deyong said angrily: "The divine monk's words are wrong. My Donghai Sect is also a well-known sect. We are obsessed with devils and defending our way. I, Dai Deyong, look down on fame and fortune, but I cannot tolerate the Nine Sword Pavilion, believing in the support of a master, and doing evil everywhere!" At this time, Long Sizhan sneered: "The leader of Dai, no one in the Nine Sword Pavilion has a higher cultivation level than you. Even if you are arrogant, you dare not be arrogant."

Dai Deyong looked at Long Sizhan with some fear, thought for a while before sneering: "Madam Zhang, Yu Shura, Dai is not talented, he just wants to do more good deeds. I hope Mrs. Zhang will not mess around." Long Sizhan suddenly stood up and whispered: "Who do you think is messing around?" Dai Deyong was a little annoyed when he saw Long Sizhan, and his heart tightened slightly: "Madam Zhang, Longhu Mountain and my Donghai Sect are both the right way, so why bother to confront each other like this?

?” Long Sikun was almost angry when he heard what he said: Dai Deyong clearly stated that his Nine Sword Pavilion was a crooked way, and he also brought Long Sizhan with him. Long Sikun accidentally saw Bai Xiaochuan with a smile on his face, and hurriedly closed his eyes and suppressed his anger and silently said: "No, once I get angry, Sizhan will definitely fight Dai Deyong, so it will be out of control! I have to hold back, and I must not get into Bai Xiaochuan'er's trap!"

Seeing Long Sizhan's eyes widened, Huijue hurriedly advised: "Amitabha, don't be angry, don't be angry. Although I am not talented, I still have a word to say. According to my opinion, the dispute between several people is greed and anger. My Buddha's compassion, a greed thought may lead to a disaster of killing, and anger may cause blood and light disaster. On behalf of the donor, gain and lose the destiny of heaven, it will be good if it is done; the white donor, the disaster of the mouth and tongue is all due to a difference in one thought; the two dragon donors have evil karma, which hurts others and oneself. I hope you can take a step back, and the vast sky is wide. I believe you don't want to disturb the tranquility behind Mr. Zheng, good, good." After hearing Huijue's persuasion, Long Sizhan nodded and sat back on the chair.

Bai Xiaochuan looked at Huijue expressionlessly, and couldn't help but curse in his heart: "You old bald donkey, just recite scriptures honestly. What's the point of coming here to mix with me!" Dai Deyong wanted to regain Shu Jiu's fur and internal organs, but he could not hear Huijue's words, but just sat in the chair angrily. None of the other sects could interfere, and he didn't dare to interrupt casually. After all, Baidingshan Palace, Donghai Sect, and Jiujian Pavilion are all major sects that are powerful in the Central Plains. No one is a joke if they offend any of them. Only sects of master level like Shaolin and people with extremely high prestige like Huijue are qualified to mediate.

Bai Xiaochuan took a sip of tea silently and looked at Dai Deyong. Dai Deyong held a teacup in his hand and turned around the mouth of the teacup with his right thumb. With a slight sound, the mouth of the teacup fell to the ground like a bracelet, dripping around. Except for Huijue and Long Sizhan, everyone held their breath and looked at the porcelain cup in the hand of Deyong in the hand of Deyong in the hand: the gap in the porcelain cup was neatly like a knife cutting tofu. Long Sikun looked at Dai Deyong who was about to move, and then looked at Bai Xiaochuan again - the smile on Bai Xiaochuan's face could no longer be concealed.
Chapter completed!