Outside Wuzhou City, more than ten miles to the east, there is a Zhuangzi.

This Zhuangzi occupies a very large area, with continuous houses, painted pillars and carved beams, and is extremely luxurious.

On the gate, which is more than ten feet wide, hangs a shiny golden plaque: Wenjiazhuang

Each word is the size of a millstone.

It was already dark night.

Outside the luxurious gate, there is still an endless stream of cars, horses and people.

Whether they are monks, Taoists or lay people, there are men, women, young and old, handsome and ugly, good and evil, all three religions and nine streams, they are all inclusive and all kinds of wonders.

The high-rise buildings in the villa are surrounded by endless lights, illuminating the villa as if it were daytime.

There is a tall and luxurious hall, but there are already more than ten people sitting around.

The chair high up in the middle was empty and no one was sitting on it.

"Master Wen, the Wen Family Manor of yours is really luxurious. I don't think even the emperor's palace can compare with yours."

On the seat on the right, there is a middle-aged man wearing a green robe and a high hat, his face is as pale as a dead person, and there is a sinister smile on his dead white face.

On the last seat, a burly man wearing brocade clothes and an aura of wealth stood up, clasped his fists and said: "I don't dare, it's such a humble place to have all the masters come here, it's really great."

Hui, Wen is lucky in his life!"

"enough!"

A middle-aged man with a touch of elegance in his clothes suddenly stood up, his face full of anger: "I, Han Xun, came today not to be polite to you!"

"Master Han, please be patient..."

"Put your mother's head on!"

The elegant middle-aged man was not elegant at all. He pointed at the person who was speaking and yelled: "It is my son who died! Do you want me to twist off your son's head to see if you are okay?"

"you……!"

"Huh! That's enough!"

The pale-faced man in green robe snorted coldly: "We are meeting today to solve the problem, not to make you noisy."

He glanced at the elegant middle-aged man with a cold gaze: "Han Xun, wasn't it just you who lost your son? Who of the people here who didn't have someone close to you died in the hands of that demon?"

"Humph!" Although the middle-aged man named Han Xun was upset, he was wary. He glared at the man hatefully and said with a sigh of relief: "Okay, I will listen to what you have to say. This

This alliance was initiated by your Ghost Saint Palace and Agni Fire Palace, what exactly do you want to do?"

The man in green robe suddenly raised his hand, and a dark wind blew out of thin air in the hall.

A desk that was originally placed in the central corner of the hall moved sideways out of thin air and arrived in front of him.

There is a long and narrow box on the desk.

When Han Xun saw this box, his expression became even more ugly.

The hatred in his eyes almost turned into reality, and he wished that this box, or the people related to the box, should be cut into pieces.

The man in green robe waved his sleeves, and the long box flew into the air and spun around. When it fell, it was already with the bottom facing up.

"You all should take a look. This is the escort that Mr. Lu Tengkong from the Weihu Escort Agency sent to Han Daxia's house a few days ago."

Except for a few people who knew this already, everyone in the hall stood up when they heard the words. When they looked closer, their expressions suddenly changed.

Under the box, there is a palm print.

The palm print was deeply embedded in the box, but the box was not damaged at all. His skill was truly astonishing.

But it was not a shock to the people in the palace.

What makes them change color is this palm print, which has six fingers!

The man in green robe stiffly moved the corner of his mouth: "What happened twenty years ago, I believe you haven't forgotten it, right?"

One person smiled far-fetchedly and said: "Palace Master Sheng, it's just a palm print. There are many people with six fingers in the world, isn't our Mr. Six-Fingered? What did you do twenty years ago?"

"What do you mean!?" an old man with disheveled white hair said angrily. He was the Mr. Six Finger that the man mentioned. He was born with six fingers.

Someone said with a sinister smile: "Hey, Han Daxia's beloved son was killed, and he put his head in this piano box and sent it to his door as a escort. It was a clear provocation. Everyone knows that you, Mr. Six Fingers, and Han Daxia have always had a quarrel.

……hey-hey."

Han Xun stared at Mr. Six-Finger with hateful eyes. Obviously, he was provoked by the man's words.

"good!"

Mr. Six Fingers said angrily: "Since you think I did it, then come on! I am standing here. If you want my life, I will accompany you at any time!"

A fiery red shadow, like a canopy of flames, suddenly rolled in from outside the hall.

A short, fat old man with red robes and red hair was revealed, holding an extremely heavy copper staff, lying between the two of them.

"I said you old guys, the longer you live, the more you go back. The demon-slaying conference has not even started yet, and you have been turned into a rebel. Isn't it embarrassing to go out?"

Mr. Six Fingers rolled his sleeves angrily: "Huh, Old Liehuo, you called everyone here, but you arrived late. What a big arrogance!"

"Hahahaha, old man with six fingers, don't be anxious."

The short and fat old man laughed nonchalantly and said: "Everyone, the reason why I came late is because I heard something interesting."

The man in green robe said Yin: "Oh? Mr. Liehuo, who can make you care so much? He doesn't even care about our alliance?"

"Old ghost Sheng'an, what are you anxious about?"

The short and fat old man named Li Huo lifted up his red robe, sat down on a chair nearby, and said with a smile: "There is a rumor in the world about a holy monk recently, have you all heard of it?"

Han Xun on the side suddenly became a little unnatural when he heard this.

In fact, when Lu Tengkong and his son sent escorts to the door, he saw his son's head in the escort. He was furious and wanted to kill Lu Tengkong and his son, but was saved by a young monk who suddenly appeared.

At this time, someone had already sneered: "I have heard it once or twice. I heard that a boy who is no more than 20 years old, a mere kid with a yellow mouth, dares to call himself a holy monk? He is not afraid of making people laugh, and he is not afraid of his Buddha.

Blame?”

Liehuo raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "He doesn't claim to be himself. Go into Wuzhou City and ask yourself, who doesn't know the name of the holy monk and who doesn't respect it?"

Ghost Saint Sheng'an narrowed his eyes: "I also heard that a monk recently blocked the leaders of various sects who came to participate in the Demon Slaying Conference. I don't know what method he used, but many of them had promised to come to the conference.

He has already stepped into the head of Jiangnan, and he just went back home."

One person said angrily: "Even the two masters of Shaolin and Wudang turned back halfway. It's really a waste of all the help I've been waiting for! Damn it!"

"Is this person the holy monk?"

"it's him."

Patriarch Liehuo said: "It is said that this man is extremely handsome in appearance, has an extraordinary demeanor, is also profound in Buddhism, and has vast supernatural powers."

"When I came here, I heard an interesting thing."

Ancestor Liehuo said with a smile on his face and his eyes narrowed in laughter.

Everyone nearby was slightly stunned.

Everyone present was familiar with him and knew that this old man was a smiling tiger. The happier he smiled, the crueler his heart became.

"Old Liehuo, you're just a junior, do you deserve to go through so much trouble? Just let it go!"

Ghost Saint, however, didn't have to worry about him, he said impatiently.

"The Wuzhou Prefecture and Qianhu of the Guard have recently joined forces to hunt down two local gangs, the Jinchan Society and the Jinlong Gang. There are also many small gangs and small groups who are also being hunted. Do you know why?"

The expressions of everyone present changed.

"Haha, it seems that everyone has thought of it."

Ancestor Liehuo laughed like a rich man: "Everyone here knows what Jinchan Society does. What kind of people Wuzhou Magistrate and Qianhu are are, and everyone is familiar with them. Now these two people

He even started to smash his own money bag. Could it be that he has lost his mind and gone crazy?"

"Old Liehuo, you mean that this matter has something to do with that little thief Tu?"

Ghost Saint squinted his eyes darkly.

The others also looked very ugly.

The Jinchan Society is not only the purse strings of the Wuzhou government office and health office, but also the purse strings and source of human resources for all of them here.

If someone dares to touch them, it is no different than prying at their roots. They have already touched their bottom line.

Of course, no one is angry.

"I..."

"Zheng!"

"clank!……"

Ancestor Liehuo was about to speak when he suddenly heard a sudden burst of piano music.
Chapter completed!