Douluo mainland: I am Qian Renxue's fiancé

Chapter 306 I am a casual cultivator, and I can’t get on the stage

Author: Likes to eat cold preserved eggs

Chapter 306 I am a casual cultivator, and I can’t get on the stage

Inside the inn, a cry for help rang out, and Zi Jun and the others immediately set off and pushed open the door.

I saw four or five Rakshasa ghosts chasing a man and a woman but did not immediately kill them, as if they were deliberately playing tricks on them.

"It should be caused by the aborigines living in the inn. Should we... take care of it?" Cuicheng looked at Zijun and asked.

To be honest, Zi Jun really doesn't want to take care of it, but in order to set an example for Zi Ming, he has to take care of it!

The ancients said that you should set an example and you should not just preach the truth without practicing it.

You have to do it yourself before you have the experience to teach others.

Thinking of this, Zijun raised his pointer in the sky.

Suddenly!

Five dark purple spiritual powers carrying the Law of Destruction instantly penetrated the heads of the five-headed Rakshasa ghosts.

Bah!

Five heads exploded instantly! Unidentified red and white objects splashed around!

"Master... this Rakshasa ghost will turn back into an ordinary citizen during the day. If we kill him like this, does it count as killing innocent people?"

Zi Ming lay on the railing, looked at the five corpses of Rakshasa ghosts in the inn hall and murmured.

Zi Ming's words really confused Zi Jun and turned him into a Rakshasa ghost, but the people themselves didn't know it.

But in this world of justice, can one really use ignorance as a reason to be forgiven?

No! This is not how the world works! This is not how the heaven works!

Even if you commit a crime unintentionally, you still must be severely punished!

Otherwise, people in the world will use this as an excuse to absolve themselves of guilt! They will maliciously shirk responsibility!

To put it another way, if he, a Rakshasa ghost, has never hurt anyone or even killed anyone, then Zijun killing him today would be an indiscriminate killing of innocent people!

And that innocent person is the person who has no cause or effect with you.

If there is no cause and effect, it is the sin of killing! The cause and effect of this life or the next life must be tied to you alone.

"With all his internal organs empty, he can still survive in this world only because of that weird immortal energy. It's not an exaggeration to say that he is a walking corpse."

Turning around and walking back to the guest room, Zi Jun paused, looked back at Zi Ming and said again.

"Evil in the world cannot be judged by appearance, and the same is true for good. Get some rest early and set off for Tanyue City tomorrow."

After saying that, Zijun's door closed by itself. Ziming and Cuicheng looked at each other and hurriedly knocked on the door and shouted.

"Master! I dare not sleep alone!" Zi Ming said anxiously.

"Master Immortal! I don't dare!" Hearing Zi Ming's words, Cuicheng couldn't care less about his face and immediately shouted after him.

Crunch! Bang!

The door opened and closed. The two got up from the ground and took a look.

The bed can only accommodate one person, so one can only lean on the wooden bed and fall asleep soundly.

Seeing how pitiful the two were, Zijun waved his hand, and two quilts appeared out of thin air and covered them.

Tanyue City! The capital of the ghost kingdom!

In a courtyard full of maple trees, the red leaves paint the asphalt tiles a beautiful fiery red.

Ta-ta-ta! There was a sound of footsteps, passing through the courtyard in an orderly manner, and a stone staircase sloping upward came into view.

On top of that staircase, a magnificent! Splendid palace is located there!

Looking down from above! The hundreds of meters long stairs are filled with Rakshasa ghosts!

Inside the palace, a bright red ball of meat was spread out on the ground.

On every surface of the flesh, there is a scarlet human hand, and the nails on the five fingers look like curved claws.

There are so many human hands like this that they cover the whole ball of flesh like hair!

In the center of the belly button of the meat ball, there is an abyssal mouth filled with double rows of sharp teeth, wide open!

Poof!

As the Rakshasa ghost walked into the mouth that was large enough to accommodate an adult.

The fleshy ball visibly grew into a naked woman with no clothes on.

As if she had received an order, the naked woman's eyes were dull.

She walked out of the side door of the main hall and was bathed in the moonlight. Her face looked rotten and smelly!

It’s almost the same as that Rakshasa ghost!

In the alleys of Tanyue City, dozens of mysterious people wearing bamboo hats and black robes, holding swords in their arms, stood and sat casually in the alley.

"Eating has begun. If we can't get the Tanhan Spirit Pearl this time, we can't stay here any longer."

The leader, the unshaven middle-aged man, murmured and took the lead in drawing his sword and flying towards the deep courtyard of the imperial city.

The palace hall! The strange meat ball spit out a scarlet meat ball and fell to the ground.

Bah!

In the blink of an eye, he grew into a handsome young man with long blood-colored hair hanging down behind him.

On the surface of the skin, the bumpy red flesh grows into a pair of armor, covering the whole body.

"Kill..." A hollow and hoarse voice came from the huge ball of flesh.

Hearing the sound, he turned around, and the black-haired man walked into the meat ball, raised his arm and inserted it into the meat ball, and pulled out a bloody long sword!

Scarlet slime dripped from the sword to the ground, and the black-haired man wearing flesh armor walked out of the palace without saying a word.

Early morning of the second day!

Zijun and the others woke up slowly. They had a really comfortable sleep last night.

"Are you awake?" Zijun was drinking tea leisurely at the dinner table, with delicate spiritual fruits placed in front of him.

"Thank you Immortal Master for saving your life. I wonder if Immortal Master is here to hunt for treasure?" Cuicheng bowed his hands and asked.

Zi Ming, wrapped in a quilt beside her, lay on the ground and fell asleep soundly, with water stains hanging from the corners of her mouth, and slowly woke up.

"Ha~" Zi Ming was so angry that he rubbed his eyes, lifted the quilt and sat up.

"What's the big deal? Where do you plan to go next?" Zi Jun poured two cups of tea, put them on the table, and asked casually.

After taking the tea poured by Zi Jun, Cuicheng pulled up a stool and sat aside, sipping the spiritual tea and responded.

"Go to the Cold Moon Pond to try my luck. If I can find the Cold Pond Flower, I will have a chance to break through the Fusion Realm and step into the ranks of transcending tribulations."

"I've seen people who are greedy for money, but I've never seen someone as desperate as you. A little Taoist priest dares to come here to hunt for treasures. Where is your master?"

Zi Ming woke up, stood up, walked to the dining table and sat down, muttering something while holding tea and sipping it in his mouth.

Scratching his head and laughing, Cuicheng told the master of the family.

"My master is Yang Jian, the third elder of Shushan Sect! He is practicing in seclusion and will be able to leave seclusion in another thousand years."

He Ziming had heard of this Shushan sect. Old Ghost Qiu had told him that this Shushan sect was the leader of the nine sects!

Although it is not as good as the Three Religions and Three Emperors, it can still be regarded as a famous and upright sect!

The current Shushan Sect talker is the second best swordsman in the world! Jian Chen!

An invincible swordsman whose strength has reached the peak of the Mysterious Immortal Realm!

If it weren't for the lineage of saints inherited from the three religions and three emperors, the Shushan sect would definitely be able to keep pace with each other and become one of the three religions!

"Yo ho! It's not a bad start, but it's a pity that it can't compare to my master's sect!"

Hearing that the other party had a higher status than him, Zi Ming couldn't help but feel a sense of comparison, but it was a pity.

Zi Jun has no sect or sect, so Zi Ming naturally belongs to...none of the nine sects.

"No wonder! The little Taoist Master and the Immortal Master must be members of those three religions."

Cuicheng looked at Zi Jun with a face full of admiration, and raised his hand to kill the Rakshasa ghost in the murderous fairyland.

Such a person must be at least a sect elder above the Earth Immortal.

"Ahem!" Zi Jun coughed awkwardly and waved his hand to stop Cuicheng's flattery.

"I'm overthinking it. I don't have any sect. I'm just a casual cultivator."

(End of chapter)