Chapter 163 The High Priest Arrives and Uncle Nine Is Captured (Subscription Request)
Renjia Town.

The news of Shi Jian's destruction of Jinshan Temple soon reached Lin Fengjiao's ears.

Looking at the letter in her hand, Lin Fengjiao felt hot all over.

"Master Brother has done another great deed. It's ok for the Buddhist sect to stay out of the world, but Jinshan Temple actually dared to plot against Master Brother. They really don't know how to live or die!"

Slowly exhaling, Lin Fengjiao felt her whole body was clear and transparent, with a surge of pride deep in her heart.

It also aroused Lin Fengjiao's hidden sense of revenge.

At this moment, Lin Fengjiao would never have expected that the Miaojiang Gu Master clan that was targeting him had already found out everything about Wang Po's cause!
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Southern Xinjiang.

Inside the Black Miao ancestral building.

The Miao high priest had an extremely grim expression on his face at this moment. According to the news from the tribesmen he sent to investigate the cause of Wang Po's death, Wang Po died in a small village thousands of miles away from Miao.

But the person who killed Wang Po was a Taoist priest in the foundation-building stage!

"Poison Lord, do you know where the Taoist who established the foundation lives?"

The Miaojiang chief priest had a cold expression on his face, and at this moment he was determined to kill Lin Fengjiao.

Upon hearing this, the Poison King, who was responsible for gathering information for the Black Miao tribe, nodded heavily.

"Reporting to the high priest, this Taoist lives in Renjia Town. As for his identity, the people in the town said that he is from Maoshan."

"Maoshan?"

Hearing these two words, the old high priest hesitated for a moment, and his expression changed from cold at the beginning to somewhat hesitant.

It's easy to deal with ordinary people, but when it comes to Maoshan, it's not something that the Black Miao clan can control at will!

There were gusts of cold wind, and when the word Maoshan resounded throughout the entire pavilion, the expressions of the other seven Black Miao priests who had been silent suddenly changed.

In recent years, the reputation of Maoshan has spread far and wide, and the Black Miao tribe dare not challenge it at all.

"Poison Lord, is the news true?"

The Black Miao chief priest felt a little embarrassed at the moment. After all, he had just vowed not long ago that he would capture the person who killed Wang Po alive.

In the blink of an eye, I met a Maoshan disciple. Isn't this a slap in the face?
Taking a deep breath, beads of sweat dripped down from under the Poison King's dark robe.

"High Priest, the news should be true!"

When the Poison King confirmed the news was true, the other seven Black Miao priests suddenly looked strange.

The Black Miao priests are not a united group. Behind each of them is a village.

Seeing that the high priest had hit a wall, the seven priests were happy about it. Some of them even wanted to make things difficult for the Black Miao high priest!

"I still remember clearly what the high priest said a few days ago. He is just a Taoist priest from Maoshan. He killed someone from the Black Miao tribe, so he must pay the price. The high priest is so powerful, how can he give up so easily?"

Every word spoken by the Black Miao old woman priestess at the very bottom could be said to be instigating.

Hearing this, the Black Miao High Priest suddenly felt embarrassed. He took a deep breath and looked at the old woman with a dim gaze, but in the end he did not get angry.

Who made me make such a boast from the beginning?

"Ahem, Eighth Sister is in a good mood. In that case, why not ask Eighth Sister to go and invite Lin Fengjiao to Southern Xinjiang and explain the matter of Wang Po clearly..."

As soon as the Black Miao high priest said something, the old woman who was about to stand up and say something suddenly froze and stopped talking.

"Everyone, since Wang Po was killed by Lin Fengjiao of Maoshan, I will go there in person and invite Lin Fengjiao to the ancestral building, and you can ask her in person!"

The Black Miao High Priest did not overly pressure the seven priests below.

This matter could be a big or small matter for the Black Miao tribe in Southern Xinjiang. After all, Wang Po was a foundation-building Gu Master of the Black Miao tribe. She died inexplicably at the hands of a Maoshan Taoist priest. As the high priest of the Black Miao tribe in Southern Xinjiang, if he did not ask about it, the other seven priests would probably not accept it.

but……

Lin Fengjiao has a special identity, and Maoshan disciples are not someone that the Southern Xinjiang Black Miao Gu Masters can easily provoke.

Especially in the last two days, news of Maoshan's head master Shi Jian destroying the Buddhist Jinshan Temple has just been reported. From this, we can see how powerful Maoshan is. Even the Jinshan Temple with the Golden Core Patriarch in charge could not make any waves, not to mention that the Gu King of their Black Miao clan has not yet been born?

Therefore, the Black Miao High Priest used the word "please". He only needed to treat Lin Fengjiao well and understand the truth of the matter. As long as it was not a deliberate killing, the Black Miao tribe would turn a blind eye...

Several other Black Miao priests also understood this principle.

So, when the Black Miao High Priest said this, no one continued to refute.

However, when the high priest stood up and left the pavilion and headed towards Renjia Town, the seven of them looked at each other, with an evil smile on their lips!

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One day later.

Renjia Town.

It was late at night, and Uncle Jiu was sitting cross-legged on a cushion in the charity cemetery, practicing quietly.

Suddenly, Uncle Jiu's eyes suddenly opened, and a terrifying aura rushed towards him from outside the charity cemetery!

This aura does not seem like that of a demon, nor any other evil spirit, but rather the aura fluctuations of a cultivator.

"This is the Maoshan Charity Manor. I wonder which senior has come here..."

Uncle Jiu suddenly stood up and pushed the door open. At this moment, an old figure was looming in the courtyard of the charity cemetery.

This person is none other than the Black Miao High Priest who came from southern Xinjiang!

The moment he looked at Lin Fengjiao, the Black Miao High Priest looked a little solemn.

Just a disciple stationed in Maoshan can possess the strength of the middle stage of foundation building.

This is a bit scary... Just from a glimpse of the whole, we can see that the overall strength of Maoshan is definitely extraordinary!
As for Uncle Jiu, he was frightened when he saw the man in black robe. He knew he was no match for this man.

"I wonder if senior is..."

Seeing that the other party did not take action immediately, Uncle Jiu didn't understand what the other party was doing.

He simply held her hand and bowed, then began to test the waters.

Hearing this, the Black Miao High Priest looked calm.

"I am the chief priest of the Black Miao tribe in Southern Xinjiang!"

When Uncle Jiu heard about the Black Miao tribe from Southern Xinjiang, his brows furrowed immediately. The evil foundation-building cultivator who escaped some time ago was, without a doubt, from the lineage of Southern Xinjiang Gu Masters.

So I'm afraid the person who came has no good intentions.

Taking a deep breath, Uncle Jiu looked solemn.

"I wonder what you are doing here, senior?"

"Master Lin, do you still remember the female foundation-building Gu Master you met a few days ago..."

Uncle Jiu suddenly felt very disappointed. It seemed that the other party came just for this matter.

"Since you are the High Priest of the Black Miao in Southern Xinjiang, you should know that the female foundation-building Gu Master took the wrong path and became an evil cultivator!"

Uncle Jiu knew that there was no room for maneuver in this matter, so he simply stopped pretending to be ignorant. After all, he was also the junior brother of Maoshan's master Zhenjun.

With Maoshan behind me, what can the other party do to me?

After all, the Black Miao tribe in southern Xinjiang is more than just the old man in front of him!
"Evil cultivator...Master Lin, so you killed Wang Po!"

Uncle Jiu, who had been planning to fight to the death, suddenly felt a little wronged when he heard this.

Wang Po was not killed by him at that time. When he arrived, Wang Po was almost burned to death by the flames...

He won’t take the blame for this!

"Humph!

No matter how the senior slandered me, I still wanted to kill this evil cultivator, but she escaped first.

By the time I arrived, she was already in flames, beyond saving!"

Uncle Jiu's words were so decisive that the Black Miao High Priest was a little confused...

So, who killed Wang Po?

Shaking his head, this was not the time to dwell on this matter. Since he came from southern Xinjiang, he would invite Lin Fengjiao to visit the ancestral building no matter what.

For the sake of the Black Miao tribe's face in southern Xinjiang, we have to do it!

“Master Lin, whether or not you killed him, this matter won’t end easily.

This time, I came here to ask Master Lin to personally go to Miaojiang and resolve this matter!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Black Miao High Priest no longer concealed his aura, and his cultivation at the peak of the foundation building stage was clearly revealed.

Uncle Jiu's expression suddenly tensed up. No matter what, he was afraid that he would not be able to escape today...

There was a gap of two realms between them, so a fight was almost impossible. Uncle Jiu was well aware of the strangeness of Miaojiang's witchcraft, so he chose not to take action.

"It's fine to go with you, Senior, but I need to give some instructions to my disciples."

"I will only give Master Lin one stick of incense..."

The Black Miao High Priest was not stupid either. He knew that he could not hurt Lin Fengjiao, otherwise Maoshan would blame them, and their Southern Xinjiang Black Miao Gu Master clan would not be able to bear it.

Uncle Jiu walked all the way into Wencai's room, pushed the door open, and forced Wencai to turn on his phone.

"Master, late at night...you..."

Wencai was just about to continue complaining when he vaguely caught a glimpse of his master's solemn expression as he began to sleep.

All of a sudden, all sleepiness disappeared!
"Master, you..."

Uncle Jiu stopped and signaled Wencai not to speak.

"Wencai, we have guests coming tonight. Please let me go to Southern Xinjiang. I will leave the charity cemetery to you."

Uncle Jiu's words were particularly solemn, as if he was making his last words before a farewell of life and death, which made Wencai feel uneasy.

However, before Wencai could speak, Uncle Jiu struck him with a palm strike, causing Wencai to faint.

Uncle Jiu sighed heavily. He didn't want Wencai to know too much, so he just did so.

Leaving Wencai's room, he came to the courtyard again. At this moment, the Black Miao chief priest was waiting quietly.

"It seems that Master Lin has given proper instructions."

"Senior, let's go..."

The Black Miao chief priest couldn't help but look up to Uncle Jiu. This kind of character actually explained the whole thing.

But Lin Fengjiao still needs to go there.

This is not only to dispel the doubts of the other priests, but more importantly to maintain the honor and people's hearts of the Black Miao clan's Gu Masters!
The night gradually faded away, and no one in Renjia Town noticed what had happened tonight.

Wencai, who woke up early in the morning, was extremely anxious. He thought that everything that happened last night was just a dream, but when he saw the redness and swelling on his neck in the mirror, he realized that everything was real!

"Master, please don't let anything happen to you..."

(End of this chapter)