It rained heavily that night!

In the dim twilight, you can only hear the sound of water pouring in your ears. From before you to the sky, in the vast wilderness, everything fell and broke in the rain in a mess, gathering into a turbid current.

A black boot stepped on the turbid current, splashing a curtain of water. Looking up, a man tightly wrapped in a straw raincoat and hat looked coldly at the rugged mountain road in front of him.

His light skills are extremely extraordinary. Even in such bad weather, he can jump freely between the cliffs and huge rocks. The slippery stone wall was stepped into a shallow stone pit, like an antelope walking on the steep mountain road.

He looked around and saw a few invisible shadows flashing not far away, and they were dressed the same as him. The man raised his head slightly and looked at the mountain looming in the distance in the rainy night. It was the main altar of the Ming Cult and the location of the Holy Fire Cave, which was less than ten miles away from them.

In the dark night, dozens of such travelers were moving towards there. A young man in green was walking in front of them, holding a light oil paper umbrella in his hand. But no matter how violent the heavy rain outside was, he could not squeeze into the small oil paper umbrella. The man in green was dry all over.

The man next to him had no such good luck. Even though it was covered tightly, Huang Shang's body was a little wet. He raised the hat on his head and shouted: "Governor, although it is the full moon night today, the weather is so bad, I'm afraid it's not the time!"

"It's great! After a while, you won't have to worry about washing the floor!" Chen Ang held an umbrella and walked in the heavy rain, smiling: "Rain can cover up many things, some traces, some things, what is going to happen, and what is happening, all quietly in the rain. In this heavy rain, something always happens, some are us, some are others."

"Rain is the best cover for sin!"

Huang Shang frowned, not understanding what this said. Suddenly, he found a trace of inconspicuous bright redness in the water flowing under his feet. He looked at the traces of the water flowing. Several disciples of the Ming Cult lying on the side with twisted bodies. On his pale face, his eyes were wide open, full of confusion and confusion.

"Governor!" Huang Shang exclaimed in horror.

A thunder blew up not far away, and under the lightning, the faces of those who were dying with their eyes looked particularly ferocious and weird. Not far away, a disciple of the Ming Cult was penetrated by a long sword and nailed to a tree. His tiger eyes looked ahead with a pair of tiger eyes, with pain, anger and an unknown sadness on his face.

"Such wounds are so cruel and so fierce!" Huang Shang went up to check and sighed: "The person holding the sword has not deep internal strength, but his sword skills are vicious and sharp, but far exceed those of ordinary masters. Only an assassin can do such a style!"

"This is not only an assassin, but also a woman." Chen Ang looked at the sword wound and said lightly: "He is a very beautiful and meticulous woman. She gave him a sword in detail and subtle way, so she had such a clean and neat wound."

"It seems that we have had something interesting."

On a rainy night, murder, women, and duels coming to the door made the Ming Cult water begin to turbid before it was violently shaken. Some things, catalyzed by the arrival of Chen Ang and others, fermented quietly.

Chen Ang looked at the brightly lit Ming Cultivate General Assembly and smiled slightly. It was clearly in the heavy rain, but all the Ming Cult disciples who were alert to patrol turned a blind eye to him and stepped on the accumulated water step by step and entered the well-protected general Assembly.

Wherever he passed, the eyes of the Ming Cult disciples would always be a little dull, and they could easily be controlled by the straw man behind him. In a silent manner, a large part of the Ming Cult patrol system was missing.

The Ming Cult members fell silently and put on Longxiang Guard in bright red flying fish suits. Chen Ang was like this, step by step approaching the Ming Cult's deliberative hall. Tonight, the swaying candlelight even projected on Chen Ang outside the door through the thick screen window.

There was a violent quarrel inside, and a rough and loud voice shouted loudly: "You can't forget this matter like this, you can't! The blood debt must be paid with blood! We have rebelled, and rebelled against the court raised by the bitch, and avenged Brother Shi!"

"Stop!" Fang La scolded angrily: "Fang Jie, sit down!"

He looked around, and the bustling church members in the hall looked at their indignant eyes, their weapons tightly held, and closed their eyes, listening to their heartbeats, and in the blink of an eye, there was a silence in the room.

After a long time, Fang La spoke bitterly: "Before this matter is clear, all of you must not make a conclusion."

"What else can't be clear?" Fang Jie couldn't bear it, ignored the pulling of the people around him, and jumped out and said, "The dog official injured the Stone Dharma King. After a few days, the Dharma King ascended to heaven. Is the fact still unclear? What we want is revenge! Ask justice from the court!"

"What justice?" Fang La sneered. "What justice do you want to seek when the imperial court kills the rebels?"

Fang Jie was slightly stunned. Unexpectedly, his uncle would say this. His uncle's will to oppose the court was always the most determined. How come he has become like a recruiting faction? He said with a hard neck: "Killing that dog official is just justice!"

"Ming Zun came to the world and the world was peaceful. The Song Dynasty court did its wrongs, which caused public resentment and the world was not peaceful. Therefore, we follow the teachings and let Ming Zun come to the world and make everyone in the world equal and enjoy peace. This is our justice!"

Fang La turned around and looked at everyone, saying word by word: "For this justice, everyone sacrificed their lives and threw away their lives and died at the hands of the court. Isn't it a matter of seeking kindness and gaining kindness?"

This sentence was written and heard, "The court killed me with righteousness, and I raised the banner of justice to fight it. Isn't it a matter of life and death? Is there anything to complain about? Do you still hope that the court will give us a way out?"

Everyone held the sword tightly, and their anger turned into various determinations.

"Master Fang said it well! We are a life-and-death relationship. It is normal for each other to suffer deaths and injuries. It would be ridiculous if we talk about justice." A cold voice came from outside the door.

"Who?" Fang Jie shouted loudly. Pang Wanchun, beside him, pulled out the four-stone iron-body bow, and a sharp arrow broke through the air, shooting directly outside the goal with an extremely powerful force. The sharp arrow broke through the door, and the sound of the bowstring sounded, and a fatal arrow was shot in the flash.

The voice outside the door chuckled, and the door creaked. A green shadow came, holding a sharp iron arrow in his hand. Chen Ang smiled and said, "Aren't you waiting for me?"

"Dog official, you dare to come here. Today, I will avenge Brother Shi!" Fang Jie's eyes looked at Chen Ang, full of resentment and a deep jealousy.

Sometimes, the "justice" that supports a person is the kind of resentment and jealousy towards injustice. Their hatred of injustice is not so much a hatred for injustice itself, but rather a jealousy for the other side of injustice and a hatred for the benefit of injustice.

When they become the target of this kind of benefit, they will maintain this "injustice" ten times more.

Chen Ang sighed slightly. Judging from the backbone of the sects like Fang Jie, judging from their wishes and enlightenment, the Ming Cult is nothing more than that!

He looked at Fang Jie, smiled, and said lazily: "You want to avenge Shi Bao? Then you have found the wrong person. Since I spared his life, how could I go to kill him in a lot of trouble? I don't take a person like him seriously."

"Brother Shi was injured in your hand. If you were seriously injured, who else would not be treated? " Fang Jie asked angrily: "Can we still do it ourselves, you..."

"You may have misunderstood what I mean!" Chen Ang interrupted lightly, "Do you think I am explaining to you? I am just talking about a fact. What does it have to do with me if you believe it or not? That is the choice you made, and I just decide the result of your choice."

Chen Ang doesn't care about the attitude of the Ming Cult. Do the car need to care about the attitude of the mantis? It just gives a result. He said a fact, not trying to change the attitude of others, but a habit of seeking truth from facts. He also has a very 'seeking truth from facts' responses to other people.

They are calm and have nothing to do with Chen Ang. If they are impulsive, they will be crushed to pieces.

"Rareless!" "You are looking for death!" The Ming Cult members in the hall were all angry by Chen Ang's arrogant attitude and scolded him sternly, especially the few irritable believers, who were even more ready to pull their swords.

Fang La glanced at her eyes and these people became honest, but some people were unwilling to accept it: "The imperial dog official, if you kill my brother, you should die, and you must not let him go!"

As soon as this statement was made, many people responded. Fang La sighed and said, "The Ming Dynasty, the imperial sect is incompatible with water and fire. You and I are the ones who are alive and dead. Today's battle is inevitable. I have made a conclusion on Shi Bao's death, but it is not for this false charge, but for both of you and me, they have different positions."

"That's right, I finally met a sensible person." Chen Ang smiled faintly and said, "Master, please!"
Chapter completed!