But her eyes shed tears of blood unknowingly.

"Have you seen these scars on my face? Every one of them was left to me by those dozen men after they abused me! It was also forced on me by you Dabei Temple beasts who talk about benevolence, justice and morality!"

"After the half-soul of Destruction was stripped away, I was dying. They thought I was dead, so they didn't check on me. They burned the house on fire and left. But how could I die?"

"My overwhelming resentment has nowhere to rest, and my deep-seated hatred cannot be relieved. How could I die? I used my last breath to crawl out of the fire. It took me more than a hundred years to save my life."

After I practice cultivation again, the injuries on my face will be healed long ago and the burns will disappear long ago, but I have to keep these scars!"

"Keep it forever to remind myself of the torture I have experienced, and to remind myself that one day, I will ask Dabei Temple to recover everything owed to me!!"

Jingyuan's face was full of astonishment and shock.

The violence and murderous intent in his eyes were gradually replaced by disbelief.

The fingers that clasped Anye Twelve slowly lost their strength.

He said hoarsely: "There must be some misunderstanding. Master and senior brother are not like that!"

in his memory.

Senior Brother is solemn and meticulous, yet clear about rewards and punishments. He manages Dabei Temple in an orderly manner, and he never hesitates to uphold justice for the monks who have been wronged and aggrieved in the world.

The second senior brother is gentle, elegant, and has no worries about the world. Over the years, he has been taking care of me like a brother and a father, teaching me how to practice. No one can be deceived by the compassion in his eyes.

Master always carries the safety and danger of all people in the world on his back, but puts his own and Dabei Temple's selfish interests behind.

How could such a master and brother be the beast these people call him?

No!

There must be something wrong!

Maybe there is a misunderstanding, or maybe these people are spitting blood.

An Ye San stood up unsteadily and suddenly said: "Master Wu Che from Dabei Temple has been missing for these years. Do you know where he has gone?"

Jingyuan moved his chapped lips, wanting to ask, "Where have you gone?"

But the words of Wu Meng, the little girl from the Siqing tribe, suddenly flashed through my mind.

——"I was so tired and sleepy at that time that I couldn't open my eyes. I could only vaguely see a man who was a hundred times more beautiful than the immortal in the painting walking up to me."

——"Before losing consciousness, I saw another person falling next to the immortal..."

——"He said to the immortal brother: 'Everything in the world has its path of life and death. You can't save the world by just helping one person. Sometimes, doing evil is not really evil, but to achieve great benevolence and virtue. You can

clear?'"

——"Then the fairy brother called the man master, and then I fell asleep completely."

At that time, he didn't think deeply about it. He only speculated that the second senior brother had accepted a disciple. Why didn't any news come back to the temple?

And since the second senior brother is safe and sound, why not send him a message so as not to worry him.

Now that I think of Wu Meng's words again, everything seems to have been lifted out of the fog, and slowly...slowly...becomes clear.

The man who is a hundred times more handsome than the one in the painting is... Luo Yunxiao.

Luo Yunxiao, is the second senior brother’s disciple?

An Ye San looked at his expression and sneered: "Our distinguished Master Wu Che, aliased as Zhenren Xingyuan, lives near the Imperial Domain of the Netherworld, and takes over His Highness the Netherworld, who is unknown and not even known by many people in the world.
Chapter completed!