Jue Yan's words were not without reason. If this big hat was put on a small sect, it would not matter, but their opponent was the Shaolin Temple.
Without a sufficient reason, to forcefully slander the Shaolin Temple, even if Tang Xian and Qi Feiyang wanted to favor Su Xin, they would not do so.
Su Xin looked at Xuan Tong and Jue Yan, scoffing: "Alright, I will pretend that you didn't say what you just said, but how do you explain the Evil Spirit Taoist?"
The monks from the Shaolin Temple in the room were suddenly speechless, because they were indeed in the wrong in this matter.
An evil man like the Evil Spirit Taoist should be suppressed in the Dark Prison or the Demon Suppression Pagoda for life, never to be released.
But now they want to use the power of the Evil Spirit Taoist and trade with him, which led to some discontent among the young disciples of the Shaolin Temple.
Xuan Tong recited a Buddhist chant: "Amitabha, the matter is like this..."