A generation of famous people died.

The audience's coaxing sound suddenly suffocated and gradually disappeared, replaced by silence. Hua Yu Zhenren's determination caught everyone off guard, and they didn't know what expression to face it for a while.

The Taoist sect masters sighed, closed their eyes, and sighed.

If we say that Hua Yu Zhenren is a person with great sins, they do not agree. Over the past few decades, Liu Yunguan led by Hua Yu has indeed done a lot of chivalrous and righteous things. Hua Yu Zhenren's reputation of virtue is also a foregone conclusion. If a hypocritical person implements good deeds throughout his life, what reason do you have to blame her?

But she was indeed wrong. No matter how many good things she did, she could not resist a single evil thing. If she took a wrong step, she would never look back for the rest of her life.

The way of heaven is circulating, and retribution is unhappy.

Hua Yu is destined to have this disaster.

The people of the Taoist sect were angry that Li Xianyu exposed this matter, which made the entire Taoist sect the focus of public opinion in the future, and their reputation was greatly damaged, but they were angry, and they were convinced by such a result.

Dao Zun looked at Hua Yu's body in a daze, no one knew what he was thinking.

Huayang stood beside the corpse, looking down silently, without joy or sorrow.

"I once told my master that I had no intention of being a master. When I was very young, my parents abandoned me. The master brought me back to the mountain and taught me to practice, so that I could have a place to shelter from wind and rain, and a lively and warm home. I was already satisfied. But the master told me that the position of a master is for the best disciples, not for her. The master hopes that I can take over the position of a master and take Liuyun Temple to go further and higher."

"I didn't expect her to hate me so much, and she hated me until she died. Jealousy is indeed the greatest original sin of mankind."

Li Xianyu whispered: "My mother, it's over to pay off the debts of death."

Hua Yu was tough and committed suicide, otherwise my mother would have to fight even more.

Huayang sighed: "Some debts can be recovered, but what I am afraid of is the debts that cannot be calculated."

Li Xianyu knew what she was referring to, and said helplessly: "The axiom is never outside the range of the cannon. The law never blames the public."

Huayang has two great regrets in his life: one is unable to marry Li Wuxiang. Two is dead.

"If I hadn't died back then, I would have stood with him without hesitation. Your dad was not wrong, but the world was wrong. In my opinion, it was the entire blood-born world that I was sorry for your dad and I was sorry for you."

You also want to say that Grandma is sorry for our father and son.

"My dad will definitely not let you get involved. Grandma Zu was not really standing by and watching back then, but my dad didn't want her to intervene. The blood-borne world is also not without justice, but they dare not be enemies with most people. Their justice can only be done without participation in the siege of my dad." Li Xianyu glanced at Grandma Zu, whose face turned dark, and whispered to his mother: "The treasures of the Ten Thousand God Palace are so tempting, and I don't understand why he was determined to die. Maybe he didn't want the Li family and the entire Blood-borne world to burn together. When I figure out what my dad brought out from Ten Thousand God Palace later, the truth will be revealed."

My mother has complaints about Grandma Grandma, which is understandable because Li Wuxiang is her favorite, but in Grandma Grandma's eyes, great-grandson will never be as important as the inheritance of the Li family's incense.

The two have different expectations and different obsessions.

Li Xianyu still has a few doubts about his father's dedication to death. He really doesn't want to die, and he doesn't want to compete with the entire blood-born world. The Buddha's head is his master, and the Wushuang War Soul is his grandmother. There is no second generation of demons who are bigger than him in the entire blood-born world.

The Buddha's head cannot be an enemy of the righteous path, but he can protect him. Grandma is even more crazy. Even my great-grandson is afraid. Are you afraid?

But my father died.

There must have been other reasons back then, which made Li Wuxiang feel hopeless for survival, even the Buddha's head and Wushuang's war soul could not be even.

Li Xianyu suspected that it was related to the Wanshen Palace.

"Why are you still standing here? Let's go? Do you still want to make trouble?" The Thunder and Lightning King pulled Li Xianyu off the stage.

At the same time, he felt relieved. Fortunately, the matter came to an end.

Hua Yu was dead, the Taoist sect did not rebound, and the Wushuang war soul did not open a large-scale killing.

No big problem...

Grandma Zu left with her great-grandson indifferently. When outsiders were present, Grandma Zu always looked cold.

You will never see Wushuang fighting soul crossing his legs, holding spicy strips in his mouth, while typing on the keyboard and playing games.

You will never see the scene where Wushuang War Soul is wearing a hot pants and vest, and has a concise figure, kicking her great-grandson with her feet.

I can't see her occasionally betray her complexion (usually she has no money), act coquettishly in front of her great-grandson, or act cute with her old age.

This is not the welfare of great-grandson, it is the welfare of Li Xianyu.

Huayang Zhenren did not leave. She stood on the stage and looked at the Liuyun Temple disciples, "Who is the eldest disciple?"

A strong disciple with a steady temperament and oval face came out: "I, I am..."

Huayang Zhenren frowned, with a goose face, a steady and gentle temperament. This great disciple gave her the feeling that she saw Hua Yu when she was young.

"From today on, I will be the master of Liuyun Temple. From now on, you will be my eldest disciple. During my travels, you will manage Liuyun Temple for me. You need money and cultivation resources. Find the local Baoze branch to ask for it. Do you understand?" Huayang is not so superficial that he judges people by his appearance.

"Disciple, I understand..." The oval-faced disciple hesitated and looked at the body of Hua Yu Zhenren, with grief in his eyes: "What should I do with that master... Master?"

"It's burial."

"yes."

After the arrangement was made, Huayang collected his wings and returned to Li Xianyu. She fed Li Xianyu's "qi" and condensed into a solid body, no longer avoided taboos and showed it generously.

"My mother, do you want to go back to Liuyun Temple and stay for a while?" Li Xianyu asked.

"No, who knows when the Ten Thousand Gods Palace will open? Your mental weakness is too big, I'm not at ease." Hua Yang shook his head.

It's really my real mother.

The storm of Hua Yu Zhenren came to an end. Several monks of the higher seniority of the two Hua Temple gathered together and started to discuss it. The abstinence was also included.

He took out his cell phone, called the Buddha head, and after answering it, he blocked his mouth with his left hand and whispered: "Master, something big happened here."

Buddha Head: "I understand."

With the Buddha's cultivation level, what happened here cannot be hidden from him.

Jiese said, "Then the conference on Taoism... continue?"

Buddha Head: "Continue, but..." Rarely, Buddha Head hesitated: "There may be something bigger later. You ask the brothers present to be mentally prepared. No matter what happens, I will not participate in Lianghua Temple."

Jiese was stunned: "Master, what do you mean, I feel so panicked."

"Don't panic, with the master here, the sky will not fall."

"Then what you just said."

"Don't ask, you'll know later. Keep going, don't participate."

“What if I participate…”

"You're broken by the dog's legs."

"......All right."

Hang up the phone and said, "Master said that the conference on the Tao can continue."

In the monk group, a middle-aged monk walked onto the stage and said loudly: "The conference on the Tao continues."

In the audience, the Canadian guy breathed a sigh of relief. He almost thought that the Taoist conference was suspended. After all, such a big thing happened, all the Taoist celebrities fell on the ring.

His decisive battle with Jue Se is the highlight, and it will determine who will compete with Dan Chenzi as the champion.

Such a battle should have been a big shot, but what disappointed Zhao Ding was that no one of the audience was concerned about the game, and everyone either lowered their heads and sent messages, whispered and whispered.

It seems that no one has come back to the sense of the storm just now, so let your wonderful performances bring these gazes back to the stage.

Zhao Ding was confident to fight with Abstinence. He reached the top four and did not encounter too perverted opponents. The goddess of luck favored him more and lifted up her skirt and showed him the fat ci inside.

So he retained some of his strength from beginning to end and went to China to attend the Taoist conference. If he hadn't become famous, what would he have to go back to meet the elders of Jiangdong?

After ten minutes of intermission, his three Canadian names and the names of quit porn appeared on the scrolling subtitles.

"It's my turn to play." Zhao Ding stood up.

Suddenly, the audience was sensational, and some women even screamed excitedly and danced. Their eyes looked at the entrance.

A group of people entered the venue, and the leader was a white-haired and hunched old man, a young man with a sharp-eyed and starry-eyed look, and a cold-faced look was supported by him. Most of the eyes of everyone fell on him, and the women pointed at him excitedly and shouted, "Li Peiyun, Li Peiyun..."

Behind one old and one young are a group of Taoist people and a group of Japanese people wearing knives.

Li Peiyun?!

Zhao Ding was confused. He was half a Chinese master, and he was familiar with the strongest young people in the Chinese blood-born world. As the descendant of the demonic Taoist Tao, Li Peiyun was still well-known even though he had not risen for a long time. Even if he was not a Chinese master, he had heard of him somehow when he came to China.

Isn’t Li Peiyun the leader of the cult?

Isn’t he a wanted criminal from Tao Buddha and Baoze?

Why did he come?

Then, what about my game?

I hurriedly looked at the scrolling subtitles. Sure enough, the subtitles were out and the name was gone.

Zhao Ding: "!!!"

The two monks greeted each other, folded their hands together, chanted the Buddha's name, and then frowned and said, "Who is the donor?"

The old man broke away from Li Peiyun, clasped his hands together, and bowed back, but did not answer the monk's words, but straightened his back and looked around: "Everyone, old Li Zhu, come uninvited, take the liberty."

"I saw what happened just now outside. Good, very good. Since ancient times, evil has not suppressed justice. Our blood-born world still has justice and justice. I am deeply pleased."

The audience was confused.

"Who is this person? He speaks so sensiblely."

"I don't know you, but your surname is Li... Look at Li Peiyun's grandson, maybe he is an elder of the Li family?"

"Hasn't Li Peiyun been expelled from his family long ago? The Li family in Jiangnan is not just a famous family or a small family, but he feels like he is awesome."
To be continued...