Just as Zhang Shiwen was about to discuss it with his wife, the door outside was kicked open.

The old wooden board fell to the ground and cracked in half. At the same time, a man wearing the Yu Yuan Sect monk's uniform strode in, shaking the lantern in his hand with an extremely arrogant attitude.

"Zhang Shiwen, I heard that you colluded with the foreign monks and wanted to murder me, Yu Yuan. What a wolfish ambition!"

Zhang Shiwen quickly put the child into his wife's arms, pulled up the quilt, and hid the child behind him.

The color drained from Wu Niang's face, and she looked at the person coming from the edge in horror.

The monk stopped at the door, his face half-lit by the candlelight, and said sternly: "Did you know that Yu Yuan does not allow foreign monks to enter at will? You dared to bring them in without notification, how brave you are!"

Zhang Shiwen recognized him, or in other words, this person had appeared in his mind day and night.

This man is just an outer disciple of the Yu Yuan sect. He is a well-known scoundrel. He has learned some magic and is used to being domineering, so he likes to steal money from the people.

More than four years ago, this was the same person who assigned Zhang Shiwen to Xuntian City. At that time, the other person's understatement almost killed him.

Zhang Shiwen swallowed his displeasure and said in a suppressed voice: "My wife was about to give birth and she was eager to save people, so she had no choice. Please forgive us once, Taoist Priest."

The young man refused to listen to the explanation and asked: "What benefits did they give you? They actually made you betray Yu Yuan!"

Zhang Shiwen cried out unjustly: "There is no such thing as a villain! Yu Yuan originally allowed casual cultivators to enter. That little brother didn't hurt anyone in the city, and he didn't use weapons in the city. How did he violate the rules of Yu Yuan Sect?"

"You dare to talk to me about the rules? Who are you?" The young man walked in with a sneer, overturned the pottery pots on the table, and said with a smile, "I heard that you spent a lot of money after you came back today.

, where did the money come from? Why is the monk so generous to you? Is there any hidden deal between you?"

It turned out that he came here by smell and wanted to get some benefits from him.

Zhang Shiwen felt contempt and helplessness in his heart. He said flatteringly: "Really not! A villain would never dare to deceive a Taoist priest and betray the sect!"

He faced the face in front of him, but what he was thinking about was Zhuchen and others. Comparing the two faces, he felt disgust in his heart. While he was lost in thought, the monk opposite actually attacked him directly and whipped him.

"I think you won't cry until you see the coffin! I will teach you a lesson today!"

Zhang Shiwen's eyebrows jumped sharply, and he subconsciously turned around to protect his wife and children, using his back to resist.

He closed his eyes and heard the sound of breaking wind in his ears, but he couldn't wait for the whip to fall.

"ah--"

The screams came from behind him.

Zhang Shiwen turned around in shock.

"What is this?" The monk leaned on the table in embarrassment, looking down at the scars on his palms and saying in horror, "What is this?"

Zhang Shiwen was nervous and confused, but he felt a sense of confidence coming from nowhere, which made his trembling legs become firmer and no longer as timid as before.

The monk became angry with shame, and the spiritual energy in his body circulated violently. He was not willing to be humiliated here, so he slapped the other side with his luck.

He used 70% of his strength with this palm, which could at least seriously injure Zhang Shiwen.

Zhang Shiwen held his breath, his muscles tightened, and he did not dare to move.

This time he saw it clearly. A golden talisman lit up in the middle of his forehead, covering his body with a layer of pale golden brilliance. That weak layer of brilliance deflected the wind from the palm without missing a beat.

When the monk saw something unexpected, he immediately wanted to hide, but the spiritual impact that came back was even faster and stronger than the one he hit. He couldn't avoid it, and was hit on the left shoulder. His aura was greatly shaken, and he couldn't control it for a moment.

Blood spurts out directly.

After receiving this blow, the monk understood that the person who performed this magic spell was more than one or two levels higher than him, and he would probably be able to crush him to death with just a few fingers.

A mouthful of blood vomited out of his throat again.

How could a lowly pariah like Zhang Shiwen meet such a master?!

Zhang Shiwen's scalp was numb and he couldn't explain what it was like. For a moment, his soul almost floated out of his body. But he reacted quickly and said before anyone else: "It...was left by that Venerable! He thanked me.

I helped him once, so he gave me a magic spell and told me to go to him if I have anything to do. I...I tell you, you can’t kill me! He will avenge me!"

After he spoke, his tone became firm and his expression became cold, for fear that the other party would see the flaw.

The monk's face was blue and white. He wanted to kill the person on the spot, but he didn't dare to offend such a powerful monk. Finally, he gritted his teeth and said a cruel word: "Okay, you are lucky today, I will keep you alive for one more night."

!Tomorrow I will report it to the sect and hang you traitor in public! Let’s see how long you can continue to be arrogant, bah!”

The monk slammed the door and left, but the people in the room could no longer calm down.

The last words he left before leaving were like a big knife hanging on Zhang Shiwen's neck.

He never dared to underestimate the monk's ruthlessness. Asking the other party to show mercy was the strangest thing in the world.

Zhang Shiwen slid down and sat on the edge of the bed in exhaustion, hugging his wife together.

The cold wind howled in the night and blew out the last candle in the house.

When the light disappeared from the field of vision, a suppressed whimper sounded in the darkness.

Wu Niang asked: "Mr. Lang, what should I do?"

Zhang Shiwen whispered: "Let me think about it, let me think about it."

The monk got into trouble with Zhang Shiwen and went next door.

The screams pierced the silent sky, and the pain contained in them was horrifying.

Wu Niang held Zhang Shiwen's hand tighter, and at this moment, Zhang Shiwen finally made up his mind.

When his heart was really cold, Zhang Shiwen became extremely calm. He considered it for a moment and said calmly: "Wu Niang, think about it, today, if you hadn't met the Immortal Lord before, you would have died. If it hadn't been for the Immortal Lord to protect you.

Once I do, my life is over! If we stay here in the abyss, how can they regard us as human beings? If we go and seek refuge with the Immortal Lord, even if we have nothing, at least we can be safe."

Wu Niang let go of him, picked up the child on one side, and pressed her face against the swaddled baby.

She closed her eyes and thought for a long time, thinking about leaving her hometown where she had lived for many years and going to a place with an uncertain future. She also thought about the child in her arms who was still fragile and in need of her protection.

She responded hoarsely: "Okay, Sir, I will listen to you."

It is actually not difficult to leave Yu Yuan.

Most of the monks are arrogant and believe that ordinary people will not be able to live without the sect, so they will not force them to stay.

The city gate is wide open, you can leave if you want. But if you leave, you can never come back.

Outside the sect, there are monsters running rampant, and there are many random demon cultivators with unstable temperaments, killing people like crazy. In the eyes of ordinary people, the world outside the sect is more terrifying than hell.

"Don't be afraid, Wu Niang, Xianjun is really nice and different from others. We will definitely get better and better."

Zhang Shiwen murmured a few words and looked out the window again.

A bean-like light lit up in the dark room next door, a rickety figure shone on the window, and a low sob seemed to vibrate in the air.

Wu Niang raised her head and looked deeply at Zhang Shiwen, vaguely guessing what he wanted to do.

The two of them waited quietly for the night to return to calm.

After a long time, after confirming that the monk had really left, Zhang Shiwen walked out of the door with a dry cold sweat.

"Third uncle."

There was a knock on the door, but the person inside was still trembling.

"Third uncle, it's me."

"Is it...is it Zhang Xiaowa'er?"

"It's me." Zhang Shiwen bent over and went in, then immediately turned around and closed the door.

A few people inside came out quietly, and with fear, whispered: "Why are you here? Go back quickly, be careful not to be caught by them."

Zhang Shiwen squatted at the door and said, "Uncle, I have to leave."

Several people in the room were shocked when they heard this: "Where are you going?"

"Anywhere is better than staying in Yuyuan. There is no way for me to survive here." Zhang Shiwen walked a little further inside and whispered, "Uncle, do you know who sent me back today?"

The old man shook his head, and his grandson supported him on one side. The expressions of the whole family were all depressed.

"It's an immortal monarch. Her sect is in front of that big stone." Zhang Shiwen raised his hand and said, "Today she saved Wuniang and then saved me. She came from somewhere else, very good

A very good immortal."

"Ah? Can people live in that place?" the old man said with a grimace, "Think about it again, there is nothing to eat there, and the land can't grow. You have the heart to ask Wu Niang to wait for death with you? What's more?

How good can it be? Powerful immortals all live on the most beautiful fairy mountain!"

Zhang Shiwen's pupils were burning with bright fire, shining brightly as the lamp shadow swayed: "No, uncle, they are not that kind of people! I don't know why they came to such a desolate place, but maybe, this is their fate?

Uncle, they just appeared at this time, which shows that my life should not be cut off! Staying in Yuyuan, I am waiting for death every day, but in Xianjun's place, I feel that I am still a living person. I figured it out.

, can there be anything more terrifying in this world than life being worse than death?"

Everyone was silent for a long time. They had never had such a bold idea and were shocked by him for a moment.

Seeing that they didn't answer, Zhang Shiwen continued: "I came today just to say something to my uncle. You are my only elder, but I'm afraid I can no longer honor you. Both of my parents died in Yuyuan. I

I don’t want to die in Yuyuan. For the sake of Wu Niang and the children, I have to leave tonight."

The old man opened his eyes and sighed: "Tonight?"

"Yes." Zhang Shiwen nodded muffledly, "That person said that he would ask the sect's people to kill me tomorrow because I colluded with the foreign monks and wanted to murder Yu Yuan. Ha."

There was another moment of silence.
To be continued...