"You actually killed Junior Brother Feng, and the teacher uncle will definitely not spare you!"

Ye Wuxin glanced at Li Bufan with disdain, "My one wants to see if Master Huayun has the courage to come to the Heavenly Demon Sect."

"Miss Lin, are you okay?" Ye Wuxin held Lin Qingyun and saw the blood marks on her neck. There was a hint of heartache in her eyes.

Lin Qingyun slowly raised her head and looked at Ye Wuxin with affectionate eyes, "I knew you wouldn't leave me, okay to go back with me? We'll get married when we go back, Brother Ye Yun."

Getting married? Ye Wuxin was stunned. This was what he had always dreamed of, but unfortunately it was no longer possible now.

"Miss Lin, forget that Ye Yun. He is already dead. Seeing Lin Qingyun's heartbroken appearance, Qin Shu felt pity and hurried over to comfort him: "Junior Sister Qingyun, don't be too sad, it's not worth it."

Lin Qingyun raised her head, looked at Qin Shu with tears in her eyes, and said aggrievedly: "Senior Brother Qin, why did Brother Ye become like this? Is it really that Dad did something sorry for him?"

Qin Shu was stunned, then shook his head and said, "How could you think like this? That's impossible. Don't you know what kind of person Uncle Lin is?"

After sniffing, Lin Qingyun cried even more sadly, "Then why does he want me anymore."

"Because he has no eyes, stop crying, no matter how bitter he is, he will not be beautiful." Qin Shu said with a chuckling, and there was a kind of tenderness in his eyes when he looked at Lin Qingyun.

"Woooo, Senior Brother Qin, I can't help it."

Lin Qingyun buried her head and sobbed. Qin Shu felt inexplicably painful when she saw this, but he had no way to comfort her.

"Amitabha, I didn't expect that there was indeed an "Immortal Picture" in this world!"

Monk Hui'an picked up the strip of cloth, looked carefully, and couldn't help but exclaim, with a sense of joy on his round face.

"Senior brother, is it the practice method of "Immortal Picture" written on it?" Huiyuan took a step forward and looked at the white cloth strip curiously, but he didn't know the monk Hui'an above shook his head repeatedly, "It's not true. If the "Immortal Picture" is really recorded above, Ye Wuxin would probably not hand it over."

After pausing, Hui'an continued to explain: "There are two texts on it, one is a golden text, and the other is a white jade stele." "The five hiding places of "Immortal Picture", which are very remote, namely the Desert City in the North, the Ice Spirit City in the East, the Dead Wood Cliff in the South, the Crystal Palace in the West, and the Black Mist Canyon where the Witch Clan is located outside the border of the Tianyun Continent."

When everyone heard this, they were all shocked. Huiyuan asked again: "Although the other four places are a little remote, they are still easy to find, but the witch clan is far away among the 100,000 mountains, and the Black Mist Canyon is even more unheard of."

Hui'an nodded, "Young brother is right, but we don't have to pay attention to the Black Mist Canyon for the time being. We should first go to Bingling City to check it out to see if this so-called "Immortal Picture" is true."

Qin Shu and the Yanyun Sect stood there quietly, listening to all the words of Monk Hui'an.

Monk Hui'an smiled and looked at them, then smiled and said, "Dear donors, this "Immortal Picture" is the most hidden secret. The little monk hopes that you will not leak the news, otherwise it will definitely attract too many forces to fight for it. It is not necessarily a good thing for yourself or others."

"Hmph, don't you Buddhists claim to be open and upright? Why do you still have to hide it now? It's ridiculous." Qin Shu hugged his hands in front of his chest and smiled coldly, only to think that the monks from Chanxin Temple were too hypocritical.

"Amitabha, the little monk did not intend to hide it like this, just to avoid more innocent people fighting for treasures and losing their lives." Monk Hui'an replied mercifully.

Qin Shu sneered and said nothing. He was not a fool. Did Monk Hui'an guess that the people in Chanxin Temple were indeed a bit slandered and righteous. Even though he had done something bad, he would still have to build a arch for himself.

Too hypocritical! Looking at Hui'an's kind-hearted smile, Qin Shu was a little disgusted.

Suddenly, a thought arose in his mind. The teacher uncle also had a kind face and treated people sincerely. Will he pretend to be like this? No, the teacher uncle must not be that kind of person! Don’t think about it anymore! Qin Shu quickly expelled this idea.

"Haha, the purpose of this trip has been achieved. Dear donors, the little monk and the two junior brothers will take the lead!" Monk Hui'an clasped his hands together and performed a Buddhist ritual.

"Amitabha!" Huiyuan and Huihai bowed together, and then the three of them turned into three golden lights and fled into the distance.

The Yanyun Sect quickly lifted Feng Chao's body and hurriedly left Yunmeng Valley under the leadership of Li Bufan and the three Nascent Soul cultivators.

In this way, only Qin Shu and Lin Qingyun were left in Yunmeng Valley. Qin Shu stood silently behind Lin Qingyun, waiting for her to finish crying. After a while, Lin Qingyun finally stopped crying. Her eyes were swollen and red, and her eyebrows were covered in fatigue, so she staggered when she stood up and almost fell to the ground.

"Junior Sister Qingyun?" Qin Shu stepped forward to support her, but Lin Qingyun pushed her away with force. He couldn't help but scream. Lin Qingyun wiped the tears on her face and said in a plain tone: "Senior Brother Qin, let's go back now, I must ask my father in person.
Chapter completed!