Chapter 117: The Past of Yun Gong (4)

After Qingyue returned to the Qingcang Sect, she was grounded by her father.

Her father placed a restriction on her, ordering her not to leave the sect for a single step. But with her current cultivation, it was not difficult to break this restriction.

She was just sulking and didn't struggle.

Clearly, Zhuohua taught her to follow her own heart, so why was he trapped by the shackles of the secular world?

Clearly, in Zhuohua's eyes, she also saw deep affection, so why be so cruel?

Hmph, you are cruel enough to not want me. Then I don't want you either! I'll let you have no disciple to send you off!

But after sulking for less than three months, she became a bit anxious.

Will Master forget me? Will he take another new disciple?

If I don't go to find him, will he never appear before me again?

Thinking and thinking, she panicked.

So, that night, she took advantage of her father being out and broke the restriction to escape the sect.

She thought very simply: if Master really didn't want to accept her feelings, then she would go back to the beginning and continue to be master and disciple!

When Qingyue rushed to Yun Gong, the smell of blood mixed with burnt paste hit her face. The execution ground below Yun Gong was crowded with monks watching the excitement, and on the high sacrificial altar, raging flames soared into the sky, reflecting half the sky into a crimson red.

You know, the Yun Gong execution ground was rarely opened, and only those recognized by the Eight Great Immortal Sects as heinous criminals would be executed in public to warn others.

With such a big fuss this time, who exactly committed a monstrous crime?

Qingyue squeezed through the crowd, and when she saw the figure on the execution platform, she was struck by lightning.

On the execution platform, Zhuohua's blood-stained clothes were shattered, and most of his scarred body had already been licked by the flames, yet he was still cursing at the sky:

"You hypocrites, one day you will all die a horrible death! Die a horrible death!"

Before the words fell, the flames suddenly surged, swallowing him in an instant, leaving only a few ashes.

"Master!" The heart-piercing cry pierced the sky.

Qingyue rushed towards the sea of fire regardless of everything, but her fingertips were too late to grasp the ashes falling down. She was hit by the aftermath of the Red Lotus Karmic Fire and fainted instantly; if her father hadn't arrived in time to save her, she would probably have died.

It took a full year for Qingyue to wake up from her coma.

Everyone in the Immortal Cultivation World knew that the Red Lotus Karmic Fire could burn the body and devour the soul, and it had rarely been used for thousands of years; even for heinous criminals, it would leave a glimmer of life.

Now Zhuohua actually suffered such extreme punishment... Why?

The immortal sect venerable ones who watched the execution on the execution ground that day were either resentful, indifferent, or even clapping and cheering for the great satisfaction.

Among those people were Zhuohua's close friends, fellow disciples, and his guiding master. Clearly, in the past, when they mentioned Zhuohua, they would praise his talent and hard work, and regret his mortal origin.

How could it all change in just a few months?

What exactly happened to Master?

When she asked her father, her father only said coldly: "You still have the nerve to ask me why? A low-level mortal, relying on some luck to step onto the immortal path, knocking on the immortal gate, not knowing how to be content, but attempting to destroy the Immortal Stone and cut off the foundation of the Immortal Cultivation World for ten thousand years! Truly heinous, soul flying away and scattering is not enough to calm the hatred!"

"Back then, you disobeyed your father's orders and chose him as your master, even going so far as to give up the sect inheritance right. Later, you recklessly broke into the execution ground. If it weren't for your father arriving in time and fully guaranteeing you, do you think those deacons in Yun Gong would have let you go? Just by the fact that you are Zhuohua's disciple, you would have been hard-pressed to escape death!"

"Yueyue, listen to your father, stay in the sect in the future and don't make trouble again. And don't mention anything related to that traitor again!"

"Yueyue, did you remember what your father said?"

Unfortunately, she had never been a well-behaved girl who followed the rules, and she didn't listen to her father's words to stay in the sect, but sneaked back to Yun Gong to find out the truth behind the scenes.

She didn't believe Master would betray the Immortal Cultivation World for no reason!

In the end, she found out.

And the truth was even more shocking than Master's death.

That day, the fierce beast imprisoned in Yun Gong suddenly escaped. She thought it was an accident, but turned around and saw the two deacons guarding the demon prison holding keys, following behind unhurriedly.

She originally thought the two were going to cast spells to capture the fierce beast, but heard their conversation.

One senior brother smiled and said: "The Earth Dragon is born, I don't know which small country will welcome the disaster of heaven and earth collapsing this time."

Another senior brother said: "It's going to the Feng Kingdom. Immortal Lord Lingfa has encountered a bottleneck in his cultivation recently, and the believers in the Feng Kingdom have been comfortable for a few years and have neglected their offerings, so we need to bring down some disasters to let the believers know the power of the immortal and offer the purest faith power."

Qingyue was shocked and couldn't believe it.

But when she followed the Earth Dragon, it really burrowed to the bottom of the Feng Kingdom and rolled, triggering a large-scale earthquake.

The originally bustling streets and magnificent buildings became a ruin in an instant. Countless living lives were easily swallowed.

Amidst the sorrowful prayers of the surviving people, the "Immortal Lord Lingfa" of the Star Dou Sect descended into the world with the posture of a savior, waving his sleeves and putting the evil beast into his sleeves.

Then, amidst the grateful shouts of the ant-like people, he left.

The gray sky, the gray earth, and the humble humans with dirty faces overflowed with golden light, gathering towards the direction of Immortal Lord Lingfa—that was the purest faith power, which could help cultivators improve their cultivation.

Qingyue suddenly understood everything.

So, the so-called redemption and the halo of the gods were all a carefully planned scam!

So, the entire Immortal Cultivation World was a group of hypocritical gentlemen.

So, Master just saw the truth, and was labeled a traitor by them, using the most cruel punishment to make him soul-fly away and scatter!

But in the mortal world, there were already temples everywhere.

And those poor people who were deceived, no matter what disaster or predicament they encountered, would pray at the temple at the first opportunity.

She saw a mother who was about to starve to death, holding a dying baby, trembling and holding up the fruit she had finally found to the holy altar, praying for the god to save the seriously ill child.

On the god altar, Immortal Lord Lingfa was kind and benevolent.

In the war-torn country, corpses were everywhere.

A soldier with a broken leg tremblingly held out the god statue in his arms, his blood-stained face full of piety: "Beg the god... to take my soul to the Xianjie to rest in peace..."

But he didn't know that his god was the mastermind behind this war.

—There are too many people, too many weapons, they need to be consumed, otherwise it is easy to produce unstable factors, which is not conducive to control.

The suffering living beings in the lower world are just the balancing technique of the upper immortals... ===== CHAPTER 118 =====