Chapter 520: Atonement

Chapter 520 Atonement
After entering the Canaan Medicine Conference, Yang Chen gave the old man an injection, and then gave him a "resting pill", saying: "The old man fainted because of excessive sadness, which caused the anger to erupt. It was just good. Now, the physique of the old man is different from that of ordinary people, so there is nothing serious about it."
Seeing the old man whose face gradually calmed down, everyone was relieved.
"Leave it to me next!"
As soon as the voice fell, a voice rang faintly.
I saw Master Dezhe walk in from outside the door, still holding the demon pill from Li Cheng in his hand.
"What are you doing?" Seeing Master Zhe, Xiao Yao's face became gloomy for an instant, and the Jiao body quickly rushed out, pinching Master Zhe's neck and pushing him against the wall.
"Peng"!
Because of Xu's strength, the wall behind the Zheshi immediately cracked and the cracks were densely covered like spider silk.
There was a murderous look in Little Fox's beautiful eyes.
"You still have a face? If it weren't for you, how would my grandfather look like this?" Little Fox demon gritted his teeth.
Hearing this, Master Zhe also showed a little guilt on his face.
"Little demon, don't be impulsive!" Hu Shan said coldly.
"Yes, don't be impulsive!" Yang Chen also said, "You must tie the bell to untie the bell. Now he is the only one who can relieve the old man from lowering his head!"
As soon as these words came out, Little Fox's body shook slightly.
The killing intent in his eyes quickly receded.
Instead, there was a deep sense of unwillingness.
Master Zhe exhaled and smiled bitterly: "Miss Fox, I know you have a lot of dissatisfaction with me. Even if you want to kill me, I won't say anything more. But, at least wait for me to get the old man's head down. After it is released, I will kill or pluck, I will listen to it."
"Humph." Little Fox demon snorted in his nose. Although he was a little unwilling, he still put his hand down.
"I warn you, you'd better not play any tricks, or I will kill you!" The little fox said gloomily, and walked out of the house angrily.
Everyone also retreated one after another, leaving the place to the teacher.
Just as Yang Chen was about to leave, Master Zhe just stopped him: "Brother Yang, you stay, I still need your help to break the head."
"What do I need to do?" Yang Chen looked at him calmly.
Master Zhe smiled bitterly when he heard the words, and said: "Brother Yang, my mental power is already weak. I am afraid that I alone will not be able to relieve the descent of the old man. Therefore, I hope to borrow your spiritual power."
Yang Chen nodded without saying much.
He could see that the mental power of Master Zhe was indeed at a point where the oil was exhausted.
Yang Chen was silent for a while, stretched out his hand, and directly pressed the back of Master Zhe. The vigorous spiritual power gushed out of his palm and continuously rushed into Master Zhe's body. Under this spiritual power, Master Zhe's expression was also much better, and his eyes were radiant.
He walked to the front of the old man, and received two head drop charms from Yang Chen.
Then he pinched the two talisman in his hand, bit the tip of his right finger, and blood leaked from it. The master zipper pressed his fingers and drew several red runes on the talisman.
But when he saw this rune pattern, Yang Chen said in surprise, "Fu Zong secret technique?"
"Are you a descendant of Fu Zong?"
Master Zhe's eyes also showed surprise: "You actually know Fu Zong?"
"That's natural!" Yang Chen nodded, and said: "Fu Zong is the world's number one Fulu school, and there are excellent Fulu masters from all over the world. How could I not know?"
Fu Zong's suzerain was once a good friend of Yang Chen.
At that time, Yang Chen's art of painting amulets was bestowed by the master Fuzong.
No wonder he was a little familiar when he saw this "head descending talisman", but he was not connected with Fu Zong at the time, but now when he thinks about it, he suddenly realized it.
"The number one faction?"
Master Zhe gave a bitter smile, his face full of bitterness.
Putting the talisman on the center of the old man's eyebrows, he slowly said: "How long hasn't anyone mentioned Fuzong? It's been more than two hundred years..."
In the eyes of Master Zhe, a look of sorrow suddenly appeared.
"Fu Zong, has been destroyed two hundred years ago!"
boom!
As soon as these words came out, Yang Chen's heart was shaken.
His face instantly turned pale.
"The door is destroyed?" Yang Chen said: "What's the matter? Sect Master Fu is an emperor master, how could Fu Zong be easily destroyed?"
What's more, there are still many masters of Wu Zun realm and Wu Huang realm in Fu Zong!
"It is indeed destroyed." Master Zhe sighed, his eyes revealed a sad color. While removing the lowered head breath for the old man, he said: "Two hundred years ago, a person came to Fu Zong and said My Fuzong was slaughtered up and down. If I hadn’t tried my life to escape, I’m afraid I wouldn’t be able to escape.

"In these years, I stayed anonymous and refused to declare myself to be a Fu Zong person... I thought that no one in this world remembers Fu Zong anymore. I didn't expect to hear these two words from your mouth today."
Master Zhe smiled, his face expressing relief.
But in the depths of his eyes, there was suddenly a little fear.
Two hundred years ago...
That man came to the world like a demon!
One person will destroy his Fuzong!
It even took away his Fu Zong's tens of thousands of years of luck!
Whenever he thinks of this, Master Zhe's heart will tremble, and fear arises from his heart.
Yang Chen didn't speak, but looking at Master Zhe's face, he guessed that something extraordinary must have happened to Fu Zong back then.
but……
There is only one place in the world that can destroy Fuzong!
Zhongzhou court!
"Could it be the Empress of Hongchen?" Yang Chen frowned, feeling a little puzzled.
When he was puzzled, Master Zhe had already stuffed the demon pill into the old man's mouth, and said lightly: "Okay, the old man's head drop has been lifted. He is no longer in serious trouble now, and he will take a short rest. All right."
Yang Chen observed for a while and found that the old man's lowering of his head was indeed completely relieved.
"Finally, a bad fate has been resolved."
Master Zhe sighed and said sighfully.
"What are your plans next?" Yang Chen looked at him curiously: "If you don't have a place to go, you can stay in the Heavenly Medicine Meeting. With your identity as a Fulu master, you will have enough food and clothing for the rest of your life."
"No." Master Zhe clasped his fists and said with a smile: "I have no face for the Heavenly Medicine Association."
"Besides, my sin is too heavy and I must atone for it."
"If you wait for my atonement and return, if you and I can meet again, I hope I can discuss Fulu with you."
Yang Chen was silent and clasped his fists.
Master Zhe laughed, didn't say much, turned around and left.
Strode out of the room.
...
...
After half a month.
Somewhere in the South China Sea.
A meditating little Taoist suddenly opened his eyes and moved his ears.
He stared into the distance blankly.
An inexplicable smile appeared on the immature face: "Weird, there are people in places where birds don't shit? It's really weird."
Not far from him, a middle-aged man about forty years old suddenly appeared.
He is wearing an old school uniform.
This suit seems to have a sense of age, crumpled, and worn out.
On the skirt of this dress, a black word was pierced:
symbol.
"Oh?" Seeing this person, the little Taoist smiled and said: "I didn't expect that the remnants of Fu Zong were still alive in the world? However, what are you doing here? Are you afraid that the Taoist will kill you? ?"
The man clasped his fists.
Calmly said: "I have been looking for you for decades, and finally found you."
"Today, come here to make atonement."