But in the blink of an eye, this angry cry had turned into bursts of mournful cries.

Zhang Xiaofan looked at the picture hanging in mid-air not far away, looked at the extremely familiar figure of compassion in the picture, and only murmured, "This is impossible..."

Chapter 568 Hatred

Chapter 568

It's impossible, but no matter how impossible it is, what Uncle Wang said, it can't be false.

Zhang Xiaofan's heart has long been disturbed, remembering that white-browed Buddha who was full of compassion and whom he always regarded as a teacher, tears unconsciously blurred Zhang Xiaofan's eyes.

Uncle Wang's daughter-in-law, Aunt Hua, Tiejiang Chen, Butcher Zhao, and Uncle Wang's two-year-old son, Hutou, who always plays behind him and his friends with a long string of snot on his face.

Following Uncle Wang's cries, the incomparably familiar faces of these villagers all clearly appeared in Zhang Xiaofan's mind.

In the end, it's the father, it's the mother, it's the grandfather, it's the grandmother.

Everyone was lying in a pool of blood without making a sound.

Only the wide open eyes were left, from which there was a strong hatred, it seemed to be questioning Zhang Xiaofan one after another: Why did you forget the blood feud of hundreds of villagers in the whole village, why did you recognize the thief as your father.

Zhang Xiaofan felt that he was going crazy, he just remembered to murmur in his mouth, keeping the last stubbornness in his heart, "How could it be him? How could it be him!"

Zhang Xiaofan's strange behavior made everyone pay attention to him again, especially Second Uncle Wang, his sanity has gradually recovered, looking at Zhang Xiaofan who is hysterical and screaming at the moment, he feels more and more familiar.

After all, only four years have passed, and some outlines of Zhang Xiaofan's childhood can still be found in Uncle Wang's mind.

So, after staring at Zhang Xiaofan for a while, he suddenly called out with a heart full of surprise, "You are..."

"From Zhang's third family, Xiaofan?"

Seeing Lin Jingyu standing next to Zhang Xiaofan without saying a word, he called out again, "Old Lin's little grandson?"

"Are you all still alive?"

He hastily walked a few steps, came to Zhang Xiaofan and Lin Jingyu's side, and went to talk to them.

Being comforted by Second Uncle Wang, Zhang Xiaofan threw himself into Uncle Wang's arms directly, and burst into tears.

He is still a child after all.

When the truth of the tragedy in Caomiao Village came out, Tian Buyi, Master Shuiyue and other elders all sighed. After watching Uncle Wang and the other three for a while, they turned their eyes away and shook their heads wryly.

Who would have thought that the murderer of the tragedy back then would be Master Puzhi of Tianyin Temple.

Once this matter is exposed, the Qingyun and Tianyin sects will be greatly affected, and Qingyunmen and Tianyin Temple are the leaders of the righteous way, the second of the three major sects. I won't take this opportunity to make trouble, but I don't have to think too much about it.

Sure enough, just like Daoxuan said when he summoned the head of Zhumai, this matter is already related to Qingyunmen's sect inheritance, so we must treat it with caution.

At this time, no matter what kind of decision Qing Yunmen makes, it is possible to affect the whole world's cultivation world.

In the end, it was Reverend Daoxuan who spoke first, breaking the inexplicable silence in the arena.

He glanced at Second Uncle Wang and the other three who were whispering in the hall, and then smiled at Tian Buyi and the others, "The tragedy of the year stimulated Second Uncle Wang a lot, which made him fascinated and foolish for many years. But seeing the original murderer now, under the agitation of emotions, it is a blessing that his madness has been cured without any medicine."

Everyone nodded, but after that, no one said anything more.

What else can they say?

Is it to help Zhang Xiaofan and the others seek revenge in Tianyin Temple regardless of the overall situation of the world?Or is it for the sake of the common people, to persuade Zhang Xiaofan and others to give up the idea of ​​revenge for the time being?

This is a multiple-choice question with no answer, especially after seeing Zhang Xiaofan in the hall who was almost in tears, his fists clenched, his teeth clenched, and only Lin Jingyu full of hatred was left in his eyes, even Tian Di Yi and Taoist Cangsong don't know what else to say.

But he didn't expect that because of Daoxuan's words just now, Second Uncle Wang finally recovered from the joy of reuniting with Zhang Xiaofan and Lin Jingyu, and remembered his current position.

He hastily turned around, and kowtowed heavily at Daoxuan Daoxuan and the head of Liumai who were sitting high in the hall, "I also ask the immortal to get rid of this demon Buddha, and avenge the hundreds of people who died in vain in Caomiao Village!"

At the same time, Lin Jingyu knelt down without saying a word, and together with Second Uncle Wang, smashed his forehead to the ground again and again.

In just a few moments, the foreheads of the two of them were already bleeding, turning red.

Only Zhang Xiaofan stood up again because of the conversation with Second Uncle Wang, but he still stood on the spot in a daze, looking at Second Uncle Wang and Lin Jingyu for a while, looking at Tian Buyi for a while, his face was tangled, but he was thinking wearing something.

The anger that had been suppressed in Tian Buyi's heart for a long time finally broke out completely.

Pointing at Zhang Xiaofan, he cursed angrily, "Sinister, you already knew the truth about what happened back then?!"

"Could it be that you entered my Qingyun for some other purpose?!"

Hearing this, Zhang Xiaofan couldn't help waking up in shock, he hastily fell to his knees, and screamed miserably, "Master!"

"Disciple...disciple..."

But when he wanted to explain something, he couldn't help thinking of the promise he made in front of Master Puzhi back then. He once said that even if he died, he would not reveal the relationship between Master Puzhi and him. half point.

Even though he already knew that Master Puzhi was his vengeance for killing his father and mother, both his parents and Tian Buyi had taught him the principle of keeping promises in life.

The little boy, at this moment, doesn't know what he should do in order to be truly correct.

He can only choose to remain silent, he can only choose to be like an ostrich, turning a blind eye to all problems.

He is escaping.

Murong Bai watched from not far away, and he couldn't help feeling a little bit angry at him.

Thinking about it carefully, many tragedies in the world of Zhu Xian are actually related to Zhang Xiaofan's awkward personality, but it is difficult to get rid of it.

After a dark sigh, Murong Bai brought up his mana, used Taoism to purify the magic sound, secretly mixed with the Buddhist lion's roar, and shouted at Zhang Xiaofan, "Zhang Xiaofan!"

"Junior Brother Xiaofan, this is the end of the matter, do you still have to hide it for the murderer back then?"

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