Begin immortality by slaying demons

“…”

Not to mention others, even Shen Yi was stunned for a moment.

He really just mentioned it casually. When doing business, the key is to make an offer and bargain.

When he first arrived in Shenzhou, he had two big troubles on his shoulders.

First, there was the matter of killing the immortal. If it was discovered by the Immortal Court, it would be considered as treason and would be a serious crime punishable by thousands of cuts.

Secondly, there was Zi Ling. In order to keep her reputation clean, this woman did not even let her biological father go, let alone other creatures in Hongze.

To solve these two troubles, one must either have enough strength or have enough status.

Tsk, now that he can't even find a job, how easy is it to improve his status.

As for strength…

After completing the Hedao realm, the cultivator will have the title of a scattered immortal.

It sounds like it has something to do with the word immortal, which seems pretty good.

In fact, the more important thing is the word "scattered".

Without a master and connections, he cannot become an official in the Immortal Court, and can only be a wandering immortal for his whole life.

According to the essays left by the Eastern Dragon King.

The most orthodox way is, of course, the Bodhi Sect and the Three Immortal Sects among the Three Religions, which lead to heaven and have a bright future.

The next best way is to go to the major immortal sects that have heard the Dharma from these two sects and found a new way to go out of their own way. They may not be the top immortals, but at least they can get rid of the word "scattered" and become true immortals, and even get the Taiyi Dao fruit. It is not impossible.

Shen Yi had just left Hongze and had no connections. His original plan was to join the Divine Dynasty first. After having an identity, it would be convenient for him to understand and contact other immortal sects.

Unexpectedly, this Bodhi Sect practitioner agreed so readily, which made him a little confused.

Could it be a trap?

Shen Yi's old problem came back again.

"It's settled." The ascetic monk smiled and clasped his hands together, bowing again: "My humble monk Zhikong, I'll trouble you on this trip."

After the words fell, Zi Yang, who had just been eager to agree on behalf of Shen Yi, looked more and more strange, loosened his sleeves and whispered: "No, are you really going?"

There is no such thing as a pie falling from the sky in the world.

Shen Yi rolled his eyes at the rain-praying envoy and whispered: "Do I have any other choice?"

He didn't mind following Zi Yang to travel around the mountains and rivers and seek the truth from the major immortal sects, but how many days could Zi Ling be kept in the stable in the sky?

Even if he really learned these skills to make a living, he would just stay in the Divine Dynasty, making clouds and rain every day, and compete with that woman to see whose status was improved faster?

Thinking of this, Shen Yi looked at the ascetic monk again and nodded his chin: "Master, please lead the way."

"..."

Zi Yang watched the two walk away, stood there for a moment, and finally couldn't help stamping his feet, and took a step to follow.

Although his strength is not as good as Master Shen, he knows more about the outside world. Following beside, at least they can help each other.

At this moment, Zi Yang felt that his right arm was firmly grasped by someone. No matter how he struggled, his body could not be shaken at all.

"Don't waste your energy, I'm the eighth rank."

Listening to the lazy and hoarse voice in his ear, Zi Yang looked back and saw that the one who grabbed him was the short land god.

Although the immortal position of land god is not dangerous, it is also difficult to be promoted. Being able to reach the eighth rank is enough to show how deep the other party's qualifications are.

"That man has wind in his blood, he is not a good person, don't get involved in these things, just do your job as a rain praying envoy."

The land god of Jianyang Prefecture lowered his eyebrows and looked listless, dragging Ziyang back to the land temple.

"You know shit." Ziyang blurted out a retort. Of course, he knew how much blood was on the hands of the master Shen, but did the old man know why the blood was stained?

He will never forget the gentle look of the young man in a black shirt when he stepped into the hall of the East Dragon Palace and gently closed his father's eyes.

But being angry is being angry, as soon as these words came out, Ziyang immediately realized that something was wrong, and his face suddenly became embarrassed.

He is a wild dragon from a remote swamp, how can he be rude to an eighth-grade immortal.

However, the land god just rolled his eyes at him, raised the wooden crutch in his hand and knocked him on the forehead: "Considering that your clan has no brains, let it go this time."

Hearing this, Ziyang was stunned for a moment, and finally reacted.

So this person is also an acquaintance of my father?

He hurriedly forced a smile: "I am outspoken and have no ill intentions. I hope the Earth Lord will forgive me... But my brother is really a good man. Please help him find a suitable job in Jianyang Prefecture."

Hearing this, the Earth Lord did not show any emotion, but said lightly: "It's too late."

Simple words made Zi Yang's heart skip a beat: "What does the Earth Lord mean by this?"

The old man raised his eyes lightly: "How can there be so many demons in Jianyang Prefecture? This is an internal matter of the Bodhi Sect. A villain who dares to steal the sect's skills is not something that a young boy who just came down the mountain can deal with."

"Of course, the walker is inexperienced, but his strength is real. He is safe. As for your brother... He had better be really good at subduing demons."

The Earth Lord did not say anything more and slowly entered the temple.

Only Zi Yang was left with a pale face. Looking back, there was no trace of Sect Master Shen.

...

Jianyang Prefecture, west of the city

The ascetic monk and a young man stopped for a while in front of a busy tavern, and waited for a young couple to come.

"These two are the chivalrous couples of Ziyun Sect who have entered the world to experience. They are best at finding the Qi method. They are entrusted by the monk to come to help. This is Nanyang Sect's Shen Xianyou, a demon-killing expert."

Monk Zhikong stood in the middle and introduced the two parties: "Thank you, all donors."

Nanyang Sect?

The young man and woman thought for a moment, then bowed awkwardly and perfunctorily: "I have heard of you for a long time... It is our honor to be able to relieve Master Zhikong's worries. Please don't mention the word thank you again."

The two did not have the intention to greet Shen Yi too much. On the contrary, the woman glanced at him with a fearful look, as if she was worried that she would be overshadowed in front of Master Zhikong.

The opportunity to make friends with the disciples of Bodhi Sect like this is extremely rare, and it must be seized.

If you can make friends with the Bodhi Sect, this trip to the mountain gate will not be in vain, and you will have something to brag about when you return to the sect.

As for the demon-slaying expert... I guess in the Divine Dynasty, only Zhikong would believe that a casual immortal could be a demon-slaying expert.

"We have already found the scent of that person, Master, please come this way."

The man slightly sideways, blocking Shen Yi, making the already insignificant Shen Zongzhu look like an invisible man.

His Taoist partner worked hard, and a newcomer wanted to get a piece of the pie by cheating, which was a bit too much.

"..."

Shen Yi followed silently behind, not interested in going up to be jealous.

In his opinion, it is best not to do anything, and get the skills directly, that is called comfort.

Under the guidance of the Taoist couple, the group crossed the long street, stepped into the increasingly remote alleys, and stood in front of an ordinary gatehouse.

"Master Zhikong, that breath appeared here." The Taoist couple stepped back half a step tactfully.

"Thank you, benefactor."

Monk Zhikong knocked on the door a few times, and then politely stood outside and waited.

Soon, there was a creaking sound.

A woman carefully pushed open the door and looked outside. After seeing Zhikong's dress, she looked a little flustered and said vigilantly: "You've found the wrong place."

After that, she slammed the door shut.

"This..."

Monk Zhikong stood blankly at the door, with his palms together. He seemed to have not had time to explain his purpose. Although he had not dealt with many people on this trip down the mountain, he always had alms, and he had never encountered such a situation.

After thinking for a moment, he tried to make his expression more amiable, and reached out to knock on the wooden door again: "Donor, I am not a bad person, but I have something to ask..."

Before he finished speaking, the wooden door was pushed open.

A scoundrel-looking man rushed out, punched and kicked Zhikong without saying a word, and pushed him out desperately, cursing: "I told you that you are in the wrong place, go somewhere else to beg for alms, there is no leftover food here!"

With Zhikong's realm, let alone fighting, even if the aura on his body leaked a little, he could shatter the man into pieces.

But he was stunned and retreated to the back one after another, protecting the man while retreating, and explained hesitantly: "Little monk... Little monk is not here to beg for alms..."

However, the man did not give him a chance to finish, pushed him down the steps, and slammed the door again.

"..."

Monk Zhikong turned his head and looked at the Taoist couple.

The Taoist couple also looked at each other and left. As immortal monks, they have been respected everywhere since they came to the world to experience, but they have never suffered such grievances.

If it were a demon, he would have slashed it with a sword.

But this is Jianyang Prefecture, and the other party is just an ordinary person, and there is really no demon.

"How about I go and exchange for some gold and silver in the mortal world?"

"I have a lot of fairy jade here."

The Taoist companion forced a smile, it is always right to open the way with money.

The woman took out a piece of precious jade and handed it to Monk Zhikong.

"I——"

Monk Zhikong reached out to take the jade, a little uncomfortable. As the saying goes, there is a difference between immortals and mortals. It is a taboo for them, the cultivators, to give money to mortals at will and interfere in the world.

At this time, he finally saw the young man in black standing not far away.

I saw this Shen Xianyou standing silently in place, with a faint surprise on his fair and handsome face, looking at the three of them with a strange look.

It's like... it's like looking at an idiot.

Zhikong cast a look for help: "Is there any way for Shen Xianyou?"

"Huh."

Shen Yi closed his eyes and let out a long breath.

Then he stepped forward and reached out to take the jade card from Zhikong's hand.

The next moment, under the dull gaze of the three people, he didn't even use his cultivation, and suddenly kicked the wooden door away.

Boom——

The couple who were eavesdropping behind the door were caught off guard and flew out.

Before landing, the woman screamed like a pig being slaughtered: "Murder! Murder! A monk killed someone! Hurry up and report to the police!"

The man rolled on the ground for a few rounds, and rushed up like crazy, wanting to do the same thing he had just done to Zhikong on Shen Yi.

However, just as he rushed in front of him, his neck was tightly strangled by five slender fingers.

Looking at the expressionless and handsome face of the black-shirted young man, which was shrouded in surging murderous intent, the man suddenly lost his voice, and then even his crotch was wet.

"Crazy... attacking mortals in Jianyang Prefecture for no reason?"

The Taoist couple swallowed their saliva. If this matter was reported to the prefect, not to mention the two of them, even the Ziyun Sect behind them would be in trouble.

Do you really think that the Emperor of Man’s rule over China is just a joke?

Those mortals can treat monks with ordinary hearts, not for other reasons, but simply because of the court's killing methods.

Monks do not interfere in the mortal world, this is an iron rule!

Zhikong finally came to his senses and stepped forward to stop it.

However, Shen Yi had already carried the man and walked slowly to the woman, leaned over slightly, stretched out his palm, and shook the jade card in his palm in front of the other party.

He did not say a word, but the woman stared at the jade card with her eyes, looking at the obscure words on it that she could not read, then looked at the young man, feeling the familiar smell on the other party, and even stuttered.

If you have not bullied hundreds of hawkers on the street, you will definitely not have such a reckless temperament.

"Official...official..."

"Do you want to confess yourself, or do I search it myself?" Shen Yi put away the jade card and threw the man on the ground with a calm expression.

"We really didn't do anything, sir, please be clear!" The couple had already knelt on the ground and kowtowed.

"..."

Shen Yi glanced at the two of them calmly, walked into the inner room, and left only indifferent words: "I found one place, I want one of your hands."

Hearing this, the two of them suddenly raised their heads, their faces full of panic.

To be honest, using the cultivation of the Dao Realm to deal with two mortals is really a bit of a loss.

But with Shen Yi's current strength, even if the hair on the faces of the two people moved slightly, he could not escape his perception.

Under the "guidance" of the man's expression, he stood directly in the corner of the bedroom, and then gently crushed the wall, watching the stone skin fall off, revealing the altar inside, and the statue covered by red cloth.

Shen Yi lifted the red cloth, lowered his eyes to look at the statue of the mouse, and whispered: "One place."

The couple who had just chased in, their bodies softened instantly, and they knelt on the spot with a plop, their faces pale, without a trace of blood.

Shen Yi turned and walked towards the bed, stretched out his hand to break the bed board, took out a gilded booklet, and slapped the man's face casually: "Two places."

The precious experience left by the previous life when he plundered the people's fat and blood.

These people like to hide things wherever they want, and they can find them without even thinking.

Shen Yi stopped looking, after all, a person only has two hands.

He stepped over the shaking couple, reached out to the waists of the three people who were struck by lightning, and pulled out a fairy sword from the sheath of the chivalrous couple.

Shen Yi held the sword in one hand and grabbed the man with the other hand, and threw him on the table.

The whole process was smooth and flowing, leaving no doubt that he had done it thousands of times.

In the reflection of the cold sword light, the house finally rang with a pig-killing scream.

The man's hair stood on end, and he almost broke his voice: "I say!!!"

Shen Yi let go of the man's neck, threw the immortal sword back into his Taoist partner's arms, sat down on the chair calmly, poured himself a cup of warm water, took a sip, and then glanced at the monk at the door: "Ask."

It's really outrageous. If it weren't for Hongze, he would never believe that there would be a being comparable to a true immortal that could be stopped by a small wooden door.

Almost made Master Shen laugh.

"Ah?"

Master Zhikong had opened his mouth wide, staring at the jade token on the table in a daze.

If the other party hadn't just taken it from him, based on Shen Xianyou's demeanor, even he would think that this person was a real messenger from the Divine Dynasty.