Chapter 682

Madam Baihua brought Ying Ning to meet Mengqi in the back garden of the Zhu Mansion.

"Mr. Tyrant is indeed extraordinary. Dark Broadsword was' lucky 'enough to escape," she said with a smile, her eyes sparkling. Ying Ning also looked at him with admiration and respect.

Mengqi pretended to be unconcerned. "How did he spread the news? Where is he hiding now? "

With the strange demonic marks from before, he really wanted to grab hold of Dark Broadsword!

"He sent a message to Thirteenth Master and Seventh Lady, saying that he was almost killed and that the enemy's strength was unfathomable. He might be related to Old Master Yun's death." Madam Baihua covered her mouth and laughed. "But he said he couldn't figure out the enemy's true identity and could only give a rough description. As for where he is hiding now, even Thirteenth Master and Seventh Lady don't know."

Mengqi dared not pursue the matter for fear of exposing his purpose. He looked at Madam Baihua with a smile. "Madam, you don't visit me for no reason. I'm guessing you didn't come here just to praise me?"

"Mr. Tyrant is wise. I dare not hide anything from you." Madam Baihua laughed so hard that her body trembled. She admitted frankly, "Previously, Dark Broadsword said that Old Master Yun's death was strange. Although there was no proof, Ninth Master Yun and I felt that it made some sense. To avoid unnecessary trouble, we wanted to confirm that Old Master Yun had really 'died of old age'."

They suspected that Old Master Yun had faked his death to eliminate the hidden danger in the family. Without confirmation, they would not dare to carry out their plans!

"What does that have to do with me? Is there anyone more convenient to confirm Old Master Yun's death than the direct descendants of the Yun family? " Mengqi stood in front of the window, stroking the flower bud in the vase with one hand. His tone was flat and emotionless.

Old Master Yun had not been buried and was waiting for the families to pay their condolences. Therefore, the direct descendants took turns to guard the mourning hall, giving them ample opportunity to confirm!

"Ninth Master had sensed and probed, but he couldn't be sure. Later, he remembered that we heterodoxy have many tricks up our sleeves, so he asked me for help. So I came here to ask for your help, Mr. Tyrant. Back then, you were good at deadly demonic arts, so you must be better than ordinary grandmasters in distinguishing between life and death. Now, you'll come in handy, "Madam Baihua explained." I can't think of a better candidate. "

Merciless Tyrant had been famous in the past. Some of his skills and skills were known by others. However, he had 'now' and his strength had improved greatly. It was understandable that he no longer used those skills, but it did not mean that he had forgotten them.

Meng Qi was a little curious about Master Yun's death, but he could not tell them that he did not know any life-taking Devil's Kung Fu and did not even know the Qi circulation route on the surface. Thus, he gently nodded and said, "I'll go with you to take a look."

He paused, turned around, and walked towards Madam Baihua with his hands behind his back. "You'd better not take this opportunity to stir up trouble. You want Old Master Yun to 'really' die no matter what."

"Why do you say that, Mister?" Madam Baihua was stunned and her eyes flickered. Ying Ning lowered her eyes and remained calm.

"If Old Master Yun is really dead, anything we do will be superfluous. If he's faking his death, you'll have to ask for a divine weapon or a Half-step to Dharmakaya from your sect." Mengqi looked at the two women with a faint smile.

Madam Baihua forced a smile. "Our sect is just a small one. We don't have a divine weapon or a Half-step to Dharmakaya. You're worrying too much!"

She forced a smile.

"That's for the best. I'm only asking for a virgin Half-step Exterior Scenery Incense Stove. If the risk is too great, I'll definitely leave." Mengqi glanced at Ying Ning.

"Don't worry, Senior," Ying Ning answered immediately. She looked sad and pitiful.

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The Yun family.

Mengqi tugged at his frock. He felt a little helpless. After so many twists and turns, he had to pretend to be a monk again.

He, Madam Baihua, and Ying Ning did not sneak in under Ninth Childe's guidance. Instead, they disguised themselves as envoys from the East Sea's "Hidden Outlying Island" and openly entered to offer their condolences. This way, they could avoid many problems. After all, the Yun family was currently in a turbulent situation. No one knew if anyone was monitoring the mourning hall, so Ninth Childe dared not be careless!

"Hidden Island" was located in the depths of the East Sea. Although it was not well known, it had business dealings with the Yun family, so it was normal for them to send people to offer their condolences. The old man walking in front of Meng Qi was the genuine messenger of "Hidden Island", "Million Hands". Together with "Thousand Arms", they were known as the two Guardians and both were Peerless Master Pros.

He obviously knew Madam Baihua and Ying Ning. This made Mengqi suspect that the Sneaking Island was a puppet of the Sect of Mistress Su!

Therefore, Madam Baihua and Ying Ning's disguise as followers and disciples of the Sneaking Island were flawless. However, Mengqi seemed to cherish his disguise. They were afraid of being exposed, so they set his identity as an eminent monk of a temple on the Sneaking Island. He was good at releasing souls from purgatory and guiding them to paradise.

In this way, Mengqi could openly approach the coffin. After all, it was Ninth Childe who was guarding the mourning hall today.

Dressed in a yellow frock and a red cassock, Mengqi's face showed the vicissitudes of life. He looked solemn and dignified as he walked slowly. His breath changed slightly and he hid it to avoid being discovered that he was Merciless Tyrant.

However, this was just a normal disguise. Mengqi did not dare to use the Eight Nine Mysteries again, lest Madam Baihua and Ying Ning suspect his true identity.

As for his hair, now that he had achieved the Initial Mastery of Living Flesh and Blood, he could regrow it in just a few breaths!

The Yun family wore plain mourning garments and hemp mourning belts. The people they met on the road, whether sincere or not, were all deeply sorrowful.

After walking for a while, Mengqi and the others arrived at the mourning hall. Ninth Childe stood by the door in mourning clothes, welcoming the guests.

He looked middle-aged with small but spirited eyes. He politely greeted them and then pretended to ask, "Who is this master?"

A Million Hands said, "This is Master Fa Zheng of the Ten Thousand Year Temple on the Sneaking Island. He is good at releasing souls from purgatory. I specially invited him here to see if he can be of help."

There was a real pure land in this world and releasing souls from purgatory was not fake. Although they did not believe in Buddhism, the filial sons and grandsons present were moved and bowed to express their gratitude.

"We have already prepared the corresponding ritual. We dare not trouble you, master. If you don't mind, please help to see if the arrangements in the mourning hall are appropriate." Ninth Childe was neither enthusiastic nor stiff.

In the eyes of others, he was not interested in such things and was only giving face to the guests.

Mengqi put his palms together and chanted the name of Buddha in a low voice. His momentum was restrained, revealing a sense of peace and tranquility amidst the vicissitudes of life. He stepped into the mourning hall and sensed the Qi of Heaven and Earth. Then, he looked around with full concentration and did not approach the coffin. Everyone in the mourning hall secretly praised the high monk for his propriety.

But in fact, Mengqi's eyes had become deep and serene. There seemed to be dazzling and inexplicable lines of stars appearing in them. What he saw was no longer the ordinary world but a mysterious world formed by the interweaving of illusory lines of stars.

He had already secretly activated the mental cultivation method of Fruits of Karma!

There were only a few lines of karma left in the coffin, swaying with the wind. They came from the void and went in different directions. Some were stuck to the corpse, and some extended to unknown places. It seemed that they would still be entangled in the next life!

After carefully examining for a while, Mengqi frowned slightly. The person inside was indeed Master Yun, and most of his karma had been severed and no longer existed in the world.

In other words, Master Yun was really dead!

In terms of karma, he was already dead!

"He exchanged for the life-prolonging elixir but died at the end of his life …" Mengqi stared at the few lines of karma.

Although he could not distinguish the specific content, he could roughly judge that some of the karma came from a strange place that even death could not get rid of. He did not know what entangled it was, but some were the karma of death. After a period of time, these karma would be completely hidden. Even if Mengqi practiced Fruits of Karma, he would not be able to "see" them.

Looking at the "cause and effect of death", Mengqi engraved it in his heart and planned to go back to study it.

He withdrew his gaze and his eyes returned to normal. At this moment, he felt that the mourning hall was dead silent and all eyes were on him.

"Master, you are truly an eminent monk of Buddhism. I have been disrespectful just now." Ninth Childe Yun changed his attitude of avoiding suspicion and became rather respectful.

Just now, he suddenly felt a change in the Qi dynamic in the mourning hall. There was an inexplicable mystery in it. Following the feeling, he found that Master Fa Zheng's breath was ethereal and beyond heaven and earth. It was not pure and did not belong to the ordinary law!

This unfathomable feeling, which clearly belonged to the true essence of Buddhism, made him believe that this was a true eminent monk. He dared not slight him.

Everyone in the mourning hall came to their senses and expressed their gratitude.

Madam Baihua secretly transmitted her voice to Meng Qi. There was a hint of solemnity and surprise in her voice. "Sir, you are truly unfathomable. You have so many secret arts. I wonder if you can tell whether Old Master Yun is dead or alive?"

"He's already dead," Mengqi answered in a confident tone.

"I see …" Madam Baihua murmured. She did not say anything else and slowly left the mourning hall after paying her respects with a thousand hands.

Just then, a voice was heard.

"Mr. He Jiu, the young heightslord of Eastsea Sword Village, has come with the Highest Elder Huang Taichong and Elder He Xiu to offer their condolences!"

"He Jiu is here? So early? "

"Shouldn't Eastsea Sword Village be the last few to offer their condolences?"

"The young heightslord has brought two grandmasters. What a luxurious lineup …"

"Even the Longevity Immortal Venerable has come …"

Mengqi was lost in his thoughts. He was as surprised as everyone else in the mourning hall. Ninth Childe was surprised and doubtful. He walked to the door.

A short while later, He Jiu, the yellow-haired elder, and the unusually cold He Xiu walked into the mourning hall. Dark Broadsword followed them!

"Dark Broadsword …" Mengqi quietly took a step back.

"I can't believe I ran into him on such an occasion. Can my" simple "disguise fool him?"

Dark Broadsword did not pay attention to Mengqi. His eyes were fixed on the coffin.

"So he's here to verify the cause of Old Master Yun's death …" Mengqi suddenly realized.

He Jiu glanced around and suddenly asked, "Who's this master?"

He transmitted his voice to Huang Taichong, He Xiu, and Dark Broadsword. The monk in the mourning hall felt inexplicably familiar, but he could not identify him.

"He's Master Fa Zheng, the one who left the island alone," Ninth Childe Yun Feiyang introduced.

"I also have a strange feeling," Huang Taichong secretly transmitted his voice to He Jiu.

Eastsea Sword Village was divided into five branches that took turns to be the heightslord. However, He Liu of the He family had always been the heightslord, and Huang Taichong was the sect leader of another branch, the "Ten-thousand Swords School" and an expert on the Terrestrial Rankings.

He suddenly looked at Mengqi, hiding his sword will. He intended to secretly see through Mengqi's concealed breath!