The congregation's expression became increasingly calm, and the piety in their eyes was not feigned.

  In the neat and low chanting voice.

  Hong Lei silently swept over them, but couldn't feel any peace and quietness, instead feeling a sense of unease in his heart.

  Turning around and exiting the grand hall, he looked at Shen Yi with some tension: "Sir, what should we do now?"

  The place seems to be correct.

  But what's in front of us now can't be considered as evidence.

  Now this matter is no longer just a personal vendetta, along the way, Hong Yue has also heard that Shen Yi, with an overwhelmingly strong attitude, suppressed more than half of the young generation in Qingzhou City at Dashunzhai.

  There is hardly any room left for mitigation!

  At this moment, countless pairs of eyes in the city temporarily put aside their hostility and quietly waited for the outcome.

  If it cannot maintain its previous momentum, then the Golden Gate will be handled cleanly and neatly.

  Lost face in front of everyone.

  Let them discover that Shen Yi is not as strong and confident as he appears, and what awaits him will be an endless counterattack.

  Let's just say that at the very least, the indictment accusing "Lord Shen" of acting arbitrarily and bending the law for personal gain will fill General Zhang's desk!

  Not just outside, but also within the Demon Suppression Division.

  This group of people trusted Shen Yi so much that he had far more prestige than an ordinary close attendant.

  But this prestige that has just been established still needs time to consolidate, if there is a problem for the first time...

  "Get up for me!"

  Two inner courtyard attendants stepped forward and flipped over the small monk on the ground, saying in a cold voice: "What kind of tricks are you playing? Are you in charge here?"

  "The abbot... The abbot is not here, sir. We are just bringing the donors to practice qigong and meditation. What's going on?"

  Xiaoyi's words had barely fallen when she saw the young man with a yin-yang fish embroidered on his collar walking over, wanting to beg for mercy, but instead found that he reached out and lifted her monk's robe, his slender fingers quickly pressing against her skin and bones.

  "Just started practicing?"

  Shen Yi withdrew her hand and stood up straight again.

  "What are you talking about, what are you practicing?" Xia Shami's heart skipped a beat, and just as she was about to make an excuse, a sharp scream came out: "Ah!!"

  A clean boot rolled over his arm with a crisp crackle.

  Shen Yi, who had been quietly observing, slowly walked to the front of the grand hall. The aura of the Jade Liquid Realm swiftly spread out, driving away all the swirling green smoke inside the hall.

  Almost at the same time, all the believers looked up in dismay, the joy in their eyes gradually faded away, and then turned into a kind of heart-wrenching pain.

  They clenched their clothes, with blue veins bursting out of their necks.

  Soon, the chanting turned into a series of unbearable low howls, and everyone strained their nostrils, but no matter what, they couldn't feel the happiness from before.

  "Master! I'll write a letter, I'll write it back home right now! Be sure to call my grandson over to sit and cultivate together!"

  "Give me some more mercy!"

  Someone stumbled up, as if their vitality had been drained away, looking like a ghost, and begged: "Give me paper and pen..."

  Hong Lei and others in the Demon Suppression Department were slightly stunned, and then they all furrowed their brows.

  Shen Yi pushed open the cuff of his sleeve, revealing a withered and bony hand. The golden light in his eyes flashed once more!

  In the hazy line of sight, it was still alternating between white fog and golden light. After a long time, a faint crimson thread finally emerged from below.

  He put away his divination technique and walked forward with big strides, stopping in front of the Buddha statue.

  Five fingers clenched into a fist, and then suddenly burst out!

  As the mud Buddha statue suddenly exploded, a secret passage was revealed in front of me amidst the smoke and dust.

  "You guys are guarding above."

  Shen Yi walked down with big strides, and two inner camp deputy generals bowed their hands in agreement.

  Hong Lei let out a breath of relief and quickly followed up: "They left so many people on the mountain, and built a secret path, it can't be just to cheat some incense money."

  He hadn't finished speaking when his face changed color, he covered his mouth and nose with his hand, forcing back the urge to vomit, and continued to follow Shen Yi.

  After a long time, the quiet stairs came to an end, with slippery mud underfoot, emitting several kinds of foul smells intertwined, feces, blood, and stench...

  What entered the eye was a prison made up of black iron railings on both sides.

  Apart from the iron bars, the cell retains almost its original appearance as a stone cave. The only facility is a stone trough where excrement and some sort of porridge-like food are mixed together, with a small amount of medicinal powder stuck to the side.

  Inside the dirty stone trough.

  One by one, their bodies lay on top of each other, with the upper half of their bodies pressed inside, allowing themselves to soak in food and excrement. Their pale and thin faces were smeared with feces, their eyes dull, and they unconsciously swallowed mushy substances, filthy like a group of pigs that only knew how to eat and drink.

  He swallowed a few mouthfuls, then lay down on the stone trough, using his tongue to lick the medicine powder. His eyes bulged out in anger, as if he had fallen into some kind of madness. His body convulsed violently until he was exhausted, and his dull gaze slid across the wet floor.

  Several people crawled out some distance, stretched out their hands to grab the iron bars, and stupidly squeezed their heads out, knocking "clang clang" sounds.

  Hong Lei looked at the endless cells on both sides, and didn't even have the heart to count how many people were there.

  In this chaotic world of demons and monsters, I've seen worse situations than this.

  But such a disgusting environment is really the first time.

  "Can that old man really stay in a place like this?"

  Hong Lei doesn't even want to use the nickname "Bald Donkey" anymore.

  "Maybe I'm used to it."

  Shen Yi responded in a low voice and continued walking forward.

  According to Zhang Tuhou's account, even if we start counting from when Yuan Zhi was killed, it has already been many years ago.

  "What's the point of controlling these people?"

  Hong Lei is quite puzzled, really likes raising things, why not just raise pigs directly.

  Shen Yi stopped in his tracks and nodded slightly.

  Hong Lei followed his line of sight and saw two elderly people holding wooden buckets, pouring the liquid in them into a large pit.

  Deep crimson surges and churns, with threads of milk white rising to the surface, amidst which are still scattered blood clots.

  The two of them put away the wooden bucket and looked out calmly, as if they had known about Shen Yi's arrival long ago, without a hint of panic on their faces.

  Standing quietly by the pool, as if proclaiming something, his voice was without a ripple: "The two donors have come one step too late and will die here."

  Looking at these two slightly familiar faces, Hong E quickly recognized their identities, both of whom were old generation masters who had achieved success in the Golden Gate Sect, and were at least no weaker than Ben Xin and Shang.

  "It's no use." He let out a breath and placed his hand on the hilt of his sword: "No matter what, you have to give me one today."

  "Both are yours."

  Shen Yi went to the Blood Pool in the morning.

  "Two?" Hong Lei curled up the corners of his mouth, just about to decline politely, but his gaze was also drawn to the blood pool.

  Only the turbulent surface became more and more violent, as if it had boiled, decreasing at a visible speed.

  Soon, a bald head appeared.

  His face was pale and expressionless, his two open eyes were filled with bloodshot, dull and stupid.

  In the blink of an eye, the blood pool poured into his body, and the skin alternated between black and white, without any evil intentions, but rather a harmonious balance of yin and yang, with a thick aura, making the cross-legged sitting monk look like a Buddha subduing demons.

  "Not through... monk's... attainment of Dharma-body..."

  The abbot slowly got up, his movements stiff, and his voice was like a murmur.

  "Ah?" Hong E's grip on the knife handle tightened.

  Can this be interpreted in another way? Without going through countless kalpas, one can attain the fruit position. Is it to let you share your difficulties with others and then gain the Dharma body for yourself?

  Does this old man read scriptures literally?

  "Thank you..."

  "Thank you..."

  The abbot's whole body trembled with convulsions, clasped his hands in front of the prison cell, and then brought the two old men from the Vajra gate over, embracing them with boundless gratitude.

  Under those two seemingly thin arms, the two of them hadn't even had time to speak when their eyeballs suddenly bulged out of their sockets and their entire body emitted a creaking sound that made one's teeth ache.

  Wait for them to relax their arms, these two masters who are not weaker than Benxin and Shang, have already fainted on the spot, soft and limp like rotten meat spread on the ground.

  Staring at his feet with a puzzled expression, he suddenly sneered and laughed: "I wish to attain the fruit of Buddhahood and become a precious king, and also help all sentient beings like the sands of the Ganges River... I have already achieved enlightenment, and was waiting to help you, but it seems that you are not destined to receive my teachings..."

  In the blink of an eye, he burst forth, and the hard stone wall, dozens of feet thick, shattered like tofu in front of him, and instantly broke out of the underground prison!

  “……”

  Hong Lei stared blankly at the two corpses on the ground, his heart had long since sunk to the bottom of the valley.

  He had heard that the abbot of Jingang Gate had obtained the Half-Volume Condensed Elixir Body Refining Method, but he had never believed in the existence of "Half-Respect Condensed Elixir" in the world.

  But what just happened completely shattered his understanding.

  "Thank you."

  Just then, someone gently patted his shoulder.

  Hong Lei subconsciously hugged himself, and then saw Shen Yi's fingertips pinching a strand of mysterious white and black air, which was put into the silver bell at his waist, before turning around and quickly walking towards the exit.

  "What's the thanks for?"