After the abusive husband became enlightened, the fox demon master turned black

The whole place was in an uproar when these words came out.

Everyone looked horrified, and someone asked in a low voice: "How can such a outrageous thing happen? Are you trying to frame us?"

"Why is this so deceptive? If you don't believe me, go to Lijia Village in Dongshan and ask. The body is still there! Find a man to test it and see if it's an old man!"

Sang Mo listened secretly and finally realized something was wrong.

In Lijiacun, a seventeen-year-old girl turns into an old woman.

Isn’t this talking about Li Zhaodi?

She quickly shook the hairpin on her head and called Li Zhaodi out.

Li Zhaodi had already seen all this, and she had a serious look on her face when she appeared, "I don't know about this."

"But with the temperament of my family, they must have suspected that there were burial objects in the coffin and wanted to keep it for themselves when they opened the coffin."

After hearing this, Sang Mo just sighed softly and signaled to Li Zhaodi to feel at ease. He had no intention of questioning.

The rumormongers on the other end are getting more and more outrageous.

"This fox demon has become the leader. He can be said to cover the sky with one hand. The entire female disciples in Changli Mountain are under his control. Every night, whoever is ordered has to go to bed. If there is any disobedience..."

As he spoke, he showed a sad expression, shook his head and patted his thigh, looking like he couldn't go on.

When it comes to the subject of men and women, everyone gets excited as if they have been given a shot of blood.

Someone next to me immediately urged: "What's wrong! Tell me quickly!"

"That's right! What's the point of selling it!"

"..."

The man raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet amid the urging of everyone.

Everyone held their breath and raised their ears to listen carefully.

"If you disobey...rape first and then kill!"

As soon as these words came out, there was a burst of curses on the court.

The old Taoist priest from before slapped the table hard, and then stood up filled with righteous indignation, "This is unreasonable. How can a dignified school of cultivating immortals be allowed to have demons and ghosts in charge? Although I have little power, as long as I fight to the death, I can always arouse thousands of people." Layer waves.”

The person who spread the rumor immediately clapped his hands and applauded, "It's a great righteousness!"

The man who had been cheering for me from the beginning also stood up, "If I look on coldly today, disaster will befall me tomorrow, and no one will cheer for me!"

"Correct!"

"That's it!"

"..."

Everyone on the field stood up and shouted that they wanted to go to Changli Mountain to settle accounts.

Just when everyone was in high spirits, a round of applause suddenly broke out on the field.

Sang Mo turned around and saw a man wearing navy blue clothes standing up in the corner.

His face has clear contours, sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, and he looks heroic. He is actually the headmaster of Changli Mountain, He Wenjie.

"You all are so heroic, but I don't know who your family is, what your sect is, who your last name is, and where you live?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone stopped and looked at the people around them.

He Wenjie looked around and said in a loud voice: "What? I thought you were all upright men, but I didn't expect that you are actually a rat who dare not even reveal your name. He can only talk nonsense, but his words are of no use."

The old Taoist priest was the first to stand up unable to sit still, "I have no family or sect, Taoist Xianyun Yehe."

When He Wenjie heard this, he turned around and glanced at the old Taoist priest, "You have no sect and no name, so you don't have to be responsible for what you say."

As he spoke, he turned to look at the person who spread the rumor, "My surname is He Wenjie, the second son of the He family in Yongyang, and the current headmaster of Changli Mountain. I just heard what Xiongtai said, and I was really surprised."

"I have been in Changli Mountain for several years and have never heard of such a thing. I wonder where my brother heard about it?"

As soon as the words fell, the place suddenly fell into dead silence. The face of the person who spread the rumor was green and red. He scratched his neck and said forcefully: "I just heard about it. Don't care where I heard it from. This is what happened anyway. You are afraid of power, but I am not. !”

He Wenjie showed a helpless expression, "You just want to discredit the leader of our faction by making random nonsense. If you don't explain clearly today, don't leave."

As soon as he finished speaking, a group of disciples wearing the uniforms of the Changli Mountain Discipline Hall rushed into the teahouse.

Everyone was as silent as a cicada, with their heads lowered and silent, for fear of being affected.

When the rumor maker saw this, he immediately gathered a spiritual power in his palm and tried to slap it on his forehead.

He died heroically and said passionately: "Today I risk my life to reveal the truth of the matter, so as to warn the world."

He Wenjie grabbed his hand first and tied it with a rope. "Here comes someone! Take him to the Discipline Hall. I want to see who is behind this to spread rumors and stir up dissension."

Several well-trained disciples immediately lifted the man up and stuffed a rag into his mouth to prevent him from biting his tongue and committing suicide.

He Wenjie didn't know what to do. Without waiting for his accomplice to move, He Wenjie made another beautiful grab and subdued him to the ground.

When the old Taoist next to him saw this, he suddenly became violent and started to kill the two people who were tied up.

This time, before He Wenjie could take action, several disciples on the side suddenly swarmed him and subdued him instantly.

He Wenjie waved his hand and asked others to take away those people who spread rumors, while he stayed to clarify.

He was upright and had a loud voice. He first explained the reasons for today's move, talked about the dangers of rumors, and finally warned everyone present with righteous words.

Sang Mo stood aside and secretly admired him.

After He Wenjie concluded, Sang Mo stood up and greeted him.

He Wenjie nodded lightly in return, and then led a group of disciples out of the teahouse.

Sang Mo also got up and went to the craftsman, brought back the finished bronze mirror, and was about to return to the mountain.

Li Zhaodi on the side blocked Sang Mo's way.

"Junior sister, I think we should go to Lijia Village to have a look."

As she spoke, she was still afraid that Sang Mo would disagree, so she hurriedly said: "Lijia Village is not far from here. We, Yujian, will be there soon, and we can go back in the evening."

Sang Mo also felt that something was wrong, so he agreed.

The two went to Lijiacun.

The villagers of the Li family are simple and honest. As soon as Sang Mo entered the village, he was greeted by the uncles and aunts, "Where did the girl come from?"

Sang Mo smiled and said that he came from Lingzhou and was looking for a girl named Li Zhaodi.

The aunt laughed when she heard this and said, "There are people named Li Zhaodi everywhere here. I wonder which Li Zhaodi you are looking for."

"I..." Sang Mo wanted to say more, but Li Zhaodi couldn't wait any longer and turned around and walked towards his home.

Sang Mo could only smile at everyone and quickly followed.

Li Zhaodi ran all the way to her home and saw a thin coffin in the yard with red silk tied on it.

She was stunned for a moment, then rushed into the yard.

Sang Mo was a little puzzled, so he asked an aunt nearby who was watching the fun, "Auntie, has someone died in this family? Why is there a coffin in the yard?"

The aunt looked envious, "Didn't you see the red silk? This is a happy event."

"This man's life is different from other people's. His girls are still married even after they are dead. He received a huge amount of betrothal gifts!"

"What?!" Sang Mo couldn't believe his ears. He immediately rushed into the yard, opened the lid of the coffin and looked inside.

The body inside was rotten and covered with lime, but Sang Mo still recognized it as Li Zhaodi's body at a glance.

How could this be?

She clearly remembered that she had made a good coffin for Li Zhaodi, but what happened to this thin coffin now?