Begin immortality by slaying demons

The narrow alley suddenly became quiet.

The two senior brothers stood with their hands down, staring silently at Monk Zhikong in front of them. After a long time, the corners of their mouths raised: "That's good."

"Junior brother, please send this Dragon and Tiger Sutra back to the religion as soon as possible. The elders are still waiting."

Zhiqing reached out and patted Zhikong on the shoulder, and said, "Then I and I will not disturb our junior brother. You go about your business first and take your leave."

After saying that, with smiles hidden in their eyes, the two of them turned around and walked out of the alley without any hesitation. However, their pace was obviously a little hasty in comparison.

Monk Zhikong kept his palms together and slowly opened his eyes, without looking back, still staring at the tips of his shoes: "Brother, the elders in the sect have taught us what compassion is."

He just has little experience and is not a real fool.

He also knew that his reaction just now was hard for others to believe.

It is true that Shen Xianyou read the Dragon and Tiger Sutra, but people are naturally curious, and those who don’t know are not guilty. What’s more, the other party actually saved two innocent lives under the hands of Senior Brother Lingguang, preventing the Sutra from being spread and causing an ordinary incident. A catastrophe in time.

The merits outweigh the faults.

The two slowly stopped and looked at each other, their voices getting colder: "Have your elders ever taught monks not to lie?"

As they spoke, they glanced at the nearby house. The half-open wooden door opened without wind, revealing the old woman who was eavesdropping curiously behind.

Suddenly being discovered, the old woman's saggy face trembled a few times, she turned around and wanted to run away into the house, but her rickety body suddenly flew back.

She struggled wildly like a little chicken, and her head was already tightly held by big rough hands.

In just one breath, the old woman stopped struggling, her eyes were dazed, and even though she had been released, she didn't know how to run away, and she stood there sluggishly.

Zhiqing took back the golden book from her and threw it away.

Susu——

The edge of the booklet was like a knife, and it suddenly passed over Monk Zhikong's face, leaving a faint bloodstain on the skin of the accomplished practitioner.

The strength between the two people is clearly superior.

"She is a mortal who has meditated on the Precious Sutra. She is sinking into a sea of ​​misery in this life, but you are extremely hesitant and refuse to save her."

Zhiqing looked back towards the end of the alley and said with a gentle smile: "Now that I have saved her for you, I will teach you what compassion is."

"Junior brother, look at what you have learned through your experience in the world. If your elders find out, I don't know how heartbroken you will be. You may fall into the sea of ​​misery, your moral character will be defective, and you will never achieve fruition for the rest of your life."

Monk Zhiming clasped his hands together and softly consoled him: "I see that you have already carried a lot of human imperial energy. It is better to return to the religion as soon as possible and ask the elders to help you to make up for the last calamity. You and I will practice hard together and become the Golden Lotus as soon as possible." "Walker's Realm."

After saying that, the two took steps again and soon walked out of this civilian alley.

What they want is the content of the Dragon and Tiger Sutra, not the sutra itself. Compared with taking it from Zhikong, which will cause a lot of trouble, it is better to go to "others" to get it, and no one can find fault.

"call."

Monk Zhikong stood there, looking in a daze.

If a monk does not lie, his moral character will be defective, and he will never achieve fruition in his life...many words echo in his ears.

After a long time, he bent down and picked up the golden book, turned around and walked to the dull old woman, murmuring: "If it's missing, take it."

He sat cross-legged, raised his palms, and the royal energy of the world, which he earned through begging and suffering for others, came out from his lips and tongue, and slowly penetrated into the skull of the stupid old woman.

In an instant, the expressions of the two of them seemed to have changed.

If you want to utilize the imperial energy, you must digest the power of wish within it.

Monk Zhikong's expression gradually became stunned, while the old lady's eyes became clearer and clearer.

However, this time the process of digesting the willpower was actually easier than before.

Soon, Monk Zhikong regained some of his consciousness, and an unpleasant curse sounded in his ears.

"Thief monk! Killing someone!"

The old lady was obviously still immersed in the panic just now. She kicked Zhikong on the chest, jumped back into the house as if to escape, and slammed the door.

"Slow down."

Monk Zhikong looked pale, smiled helplessly, dusted his heart, got up and left the alley.

The royal energy that came from begging for food should be used on the body where it came from.

…

Jianyangfu Inn.

Although the Demon Slayer Division could not show his identity openly and openly, he was still considered a member of the imperial court, and there was still no shortage of accommodation to be arranged.

It's just that since Shen Yi joined in, she followed Meng Xiuwen everywhere and never had time to meet the prefect, so she was a little late and could only stay in the inn temporarily.

He took a nap in his room and did not go to chat with Hongze's old friend.

It's one thing to say hello to everyone in front of the Earth Temple and the Demon Slayer Division, but it's another thing to be too involved in other places.

There were so many people and so many eyes, but Shen Yi didn't forget that she still had troubles to deal with.

Bang bang.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door outside.

Shen Yi raised his eyebrows slightly, he didn't want anything to happen now.

When she opened the door, she saw that the person coming was Ye Jing.

"Master Shen, a child just brought this letter to the inn, saying it was from a monk. The monk had to inform others, so he didn't come over by himself."

"Um?"

Shen Yi took the letter and flipped it through.

As expected, the only monk he knew in Jianyang Mansion was Master Zhikong.

The contents of the letterhead are simple.

There are disciples of the Bodhi Sect coming here after them, but they are not evil. Please leave Jianyang Mansion as soon as possible and go to a place as close to the imperial capital as possible.

"What's the matter?"

Seeing Shen Yi's expression change slightly, Ye Jing looked over curiously.

Lord Shen never showed any emotional fluctuations even when he faced the Immortal Official before.

"..."

Shen Yi slowly folded the letter paper, raised her eyes and looked outside.

After coming out for a while, his understanding of Bodhisattva was no longer what it was before.

This is a behemoth that far exceeds one's imagination.

After taking their things and killing their disciples, it is not so easy to get away. It is normal to be traced and come to your door.

I just didn't expect that Master Zhikong would actually tip him off.

Under normal circumstances, Shen Yi would definitely have withdrawn without hesitation, at least until Ye Lan, a strong man who could truly control the situation, came back.

But now——

In this huge Jianyang Mansion, there are still a large group of old friends living there.

"Send a message to Meng Tou and go find him."

Shen Yi is not an arrogant person. He has personally experienced how powerful the disciples of the Bodhi Sect are. Let alone being enemies across realms, with his current background, he can't say whether he will win or lose even in the same realm.

Meng Xiuwen was able to kill the owner of the bear demon. Needless to say, he was powerful. He was perhaps the only person he could rely on now.

Although this is a personal enmity between myself and the Bodhi Sect.

But after all, he was a colleague and a high-ranking dynasty, so he couldn't just watch his own demon-slayer officer being beaten to death with sticks in front of his eyes.

"good!"

Ye Jing immediately understood the seriousness of the matter. Without any further nonsense, she pinched her fingers and the aura escaped out of the door.

She pushed the door open and glanced around. After finding nothing strange, she led the way downstairs.

The inn was overcrowded and the street was still noisy.

"Master Shen, I feel something is wrong."

Ye Jing walked through the crowd, her steps slowing down. She knelt down and picked up a fruit still stained with water drops from the street vendor's stall.

"Would you like to try it?" The smile on the vendor's face slightly dispelled the doubts in the demon-slayer's mind.

She smiled back and put the fruit back.

"Maybe I'm worrying too much." Ye Jing let out a breath. Maybe it was because she had experienced too many things recently, which made her a little suspicious: "Let's go find Meng Tou first."

She continued to move forward, but found that Master Shen was still standing there, and she couldn't help but look back in confusion.

Shen Yi quietly stared ahead.

The two women walked together, one wearing a black blouse and the other wearing a white skirt. They both looked like rare immortals in the world. They looked at the land of China with fresh eyes and discussed the difference between Jianyang Mansion and Qingzhou.

Then, they just walked past each other.

"Tsk."

Shen Yi closed his eyes and used the same method again, but what really made him helpless was that at that time, he was in the Dao realm, so he could not see through it. Now he has reached the perfect realm of true immortals, and even obtained General Yan Lan. The conditioning and cultivation are perfect, but it is still invisible.

The disciples of the three religions are indeed somewhat beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

The moment Shen Yi closed his eyes, the long street around him instantly became empty. A ray of spiritual light turned into a dead leaf and landed lightly at the feet of the two of them.

Ye Jing suddenly lowered her eyes and stared at the leaf.

That was the message she had sent to Meng Tou before, but it was actually intercepted without any sound.

Almost instantly, her palms were placed on the hilt of the sword at her waist, and the white light that pierced the sky began to accumulate, trying to break through this illusion barrier with her true immortal cultivation.

However, the white light that overflowed from the scabbard actually retreated back like a tide the moment it burst out.

A trace of undetectable golden light fell in the gap, making it impossible for her to even pull out the sword.

"Master Shen, let's go!"

Ye Jing's face turned pale in a rare way, and the golden light broke all laws. This was the Bodhi Sect!

As a member of the Demon Slaying Division, he is always prepared to be revenged by the three religions.

Moreover, this revenge-seeking person dared to risk serious disapproval and take action in the palace of the Divine Dynasty. It was definitely not because of some trivial matter.

But she really didn't remember that Jianyang Mansion had ever offended the Bodhi Sect, so she had no chance to react.

The next moment, the familiar long street slowly faded away.

It turned into a magnificent hall, with empty altars on both sides. Only in the front stood a golden statue of an indescribably noble statue.

That strong and tall body was perfect without a single flaw.

Behind him were equally huge dragons and tigers.

The dragon is in the posture of soaring, and the tiger is in the posture of descending the mountain. There are thick chains wrapped around the body, and the other end of the chain is tied to the body of the statue.

Under the altar, there are four futons.

Two of them already had figures on them, their limbs had been forcibly broken into a respectful form of atonement, and they were fixed with sharp tools.

"You have committed sins that need to be cleansed by piety."

The indifferent voice echoed, and in an instant it turned into thunderous shouts!

"Kneel down!"

Loud shouts were heard one after another, like thunder piercing the ears, and continued in the main hall.

The figures on the two futons twitched violently, changed beyond recognition, and cried in extreme embarrassment: "We haven't seen anything, we haven't seen anything, Master is wronged!"

Before he finished speaking, the man's head exploded instantly!

A blood-stained long steel stick was stuck on the ground.

The female cultivator of the Ziyun Sect suddenly lost her voice. Her facial features were distorted and she stared at the pair of broken straw sandals in front of her eyes. She did not even dare to look at the owner of the pair of straw sandals.

"Have you really never seen it?"

The ascetic monk leaned forward slowly, and the woman finally screamed shrilly: "I don't know what you are talking about!"

"So that's it."

Monk Zhiqing nodded, muttered, and then cast his eyes on the black-shirted young man in the distance: "That means, this sin is actually on the donor?"

As he spoke, his face remained calm, and only at this moment did he show a hint of smile: "Then why don't you kneel down, piously admit your mistakes, in exchange for the forgiveness of the Dragon and Tiger Arhat?"

In an instant, the long stick in his hand rose again, and he chopped at the woman's head without hesitation.

Dang——

The sound was not the sound of the head exploding, but the crisp metal buzzing.

The second long stick blocked in the middle.

The monk with golden light suddenly broke into this illusion, blocked the stick without saying a word, and looked at Zhiqing indifferently: "Thief monk, you killed someone."

Hearing this name, Zhiqing's face changed slightly, and there was a hint of anger in his eyes.

But he didn't say anything, just used all his strength to press the stick downward.

"..."

The two thin arms of Monk Zhikong trembled violently. Even if the golden light on his body was stronger, it couldn't stop the stick from falling slowly.

The five-tribulation walker and the six-tribulation walker fought, with only one tribulation difference, but it represented 129,600 years of cultivation.

His arm bones gradually creaked, his skin tightened, and then broke, and the golden blood plasma stained the entire long stick, but he still refused to let go.

Monk Zhikong's face was full of bitterness.

He was late last time, and he was late again this time.

He was always late.

And even if he arrived, it seemed that he couldn't change anything.

At this moment, Zhikong suddenly saw a strange smile on Zhiqing's face again, as if he had expected something, and he turned his head to look into the distance.

Even with his eyesight, he could only vaguely see a shadow of a stick, which was whipped straight towards Ye Jing's back.

"I have prepared four cushions, and not one of them can be left empty." Zhiqing whispered softly.

"You... are not qualified to talk about mercy!" A rare trace of ferocity appeared on the face of Monk Zhikong. After breaking the precept of lying, he actually broke the precept of anger, one of the three poisons.

Among the people present, no one except him could take the second stick.

Saving the person in front of you means not saving the person in the distance.

With Ye Jing's cultivation, she couldn't even find the existence of the stick, let alone avoid it.

Bang!

There was another muffled sound, but the expression on Zhikong's face froze for a moment.

The chopping stick fell quietly into a white palm.

Shen Yi was tall and straight, and he closed his eyes. At such a close distance, he finally caught the trace of the iron stick.

But catching the trace is not important, what is important is how to take it.

"You..."

Zhiming, who had attacked by surprise, wanted to pull out the stick, but found it a bit difficult. The skin of the other party's palm holding the stick also glowed with golden light.

Among the people present, there was actually a fourth practitioner.

This incident itself was shocking enough, but what Zhiming really puzzled was that based on the faintness of the golden light, how could the other party, with a three-tribulation lotus platform, fight against his six-tribulation lotus platform with bare hands.

"Why?" He clenched the long stick and tried to pull it out again.

"Because." Shen Yi slowly opened his eyes. The long stick struggled in his palm like a long snake, but it could not break free from the restraint of his five fingers no matter what.

His black shirt surged, and he suddenly exerted force, swung up the monk Zhiming, and smashed him to the ground.

Boom!

The whole hall was like a dragon turning over, and all the square bricks were blown to pieces!

Zhiming's heart felt heavy, and he looked up in surprise, only to see the young man tightly grasping the stick, his eyes looking down at him, his voice without any ripples.

"I am an official, you are a thief."

After just one sentence, Zhiming was stunned for a moment, and finally looked through Shen Yi's figure and looked at the sky behind him.

Between the sky, the pervasive imperial aura rolled.

All cultivators, whether immortals or walkers, will be greatly suppressed within the scope of the Divine Dynasty.

But it is obvious that this person is not affected at all!

This great power is even comparable to the prefect of Jianyang!