I have been slaying demons in the Demon Slayer Division for thirty years

It is difficult for a bad person to become a good person, but it is easy to change the other way around.

The same is true for layman Dulong, and the same is true for Fairy Qingyou.

One is an authentic Taoist sect, and the other is a pure cultivator in the mountains. They fell into the abyss with just one wrong step.

"This Heavenly Demon Alliance is most likely not a demon clan force..."

Zhou Yi closed the archives and checked the archives of other states and counties.

There are quite a few recorded demons of level three or above, and the number increases year by year, and most of them have become unsolved cases.

Regardless of whether it is the authentic Taoism, Buddhism, Demons or the Hundred Schools of Martial Arts, there are many ways to hide one's identity after reaching the third level, and it is difficult to trace without taking the initiative to expose one's identity.

The Gu'an County Sheriff is only at the fourth level and can control the people of a county. The demons at the third level silently devour several villages and disappear without trace.

There are also many records of demon slaying and slaying in the dossier, which require spending merit to view. For example, if the target is a wolf demon, you can spend a small amount of merit to view the process of the wolf demon that has been captured and brought to justice, and judge the wolf demon's magical powers, habits, and weaknesses.

"There is an expert in the Demon Slaying Department who actually thought of going with me."

Zhou Yi kills the monster and can view the memory fragments. Basically, he will have the memories before and after he was captured.

After leaving the Records Department, Zhou Yi returned to the Underground Object Department.

Zhang Cheng was copying the scroll, and it was still Yan Chixiao. From the beginning, he looked similar in appearance and had begun to have spiritual intentions.

Yan Chixiao charged forward astride his horse, almost rushing out of the scroll and killing everyone.

"Brother Zhang, I saw some of your paintings for sale in Zhuangyuan Hall a few days ago?"

Zhou Yi said with a smile: "One pair costs a thousand taels, but you actually have to make an appointment in advance."

Zhang Cheng didn't even raise his head: "What? Do you think it's not worth it?"

"It's worth it! Of course it's worth it!"

Zhouyi is not flattering, but really worth the money.

Although Zhang Cheng's paintings do not reach the realm of true meaning, they still have the effect of exorcising evil spirits and suppressing evil spirits. Ordinary ghosts hanging in the hall dare not approach them.

"This is not envy. I want to learn to paint."

"You have some talent, so you should focus more on Taoism."

Zhang Cheng put down his painting brush and sighed: "If you are extremely talented and don't gather your Yin Shen, you will regret it when your longevity is approaching."

Zhou Yi always felt that Zhang Chengyi had something to say, and when he was commenting on someone, he seemed to be just sighing.

"Thank you, Brother Zhang, for your guidance."

Copying scriptures may seem boring to other people, but when Zhouyi was copying, he could always feel the growth of his soul and spiritual consciousness and enjoy it.

Three months have passed since the chaos in Kyoto in the blink of an eye. Xu Guogong's rebellion was only trending for three days before he was suppressed by the new oiran of Chunfeng Tower, Miss Qingqing, the new oiran.

The news that the Dragon Cavalry Army swept across seven counties in southern Xinjiang and defeated the three-state coalition forces did not affect Chunfeng Tower's business at all.

There are more than a dozen versions of the story that the prince of Xuanping Hou spent 150,000 yuan and became the guest of the oiran Qingqing.

Zhouyi is on duty every day, killing three or five demons, increasing his Taoism, and perfecting the "Monster Search".

Since taking the Xiantao leaf tea, my spirit has grown much faster. Sure enough, the Xiantao tree is full of treasures.

If he hadn't had the Purple Ying Sword, he would have broken one and whittled it into a mahogany sword, which would have been very useful in slaying demons.

The main body gradually became like Guang, but the clone "Qin Qiong" was quite busy, visiting more than a dozen sects around Luojing.

Originally, the sect lived in seclusion in the mountains, retreating from the outside world and cultivating. After the unification of Daqian, they gradually gathered near Kyoto.

The King of Yan and Li Si invited him repeatedly, and after the house ticket woman tried to no avail, she finally threw out the final bait.

"His Royal Highness once received a copy of the martial arts master's calligraphy, and asked Mr. Qin to come over and appreciate it!"

"Martial Saint's handwriting!"

Zhou Yi pretended to think for a moment and nodded in agreement.

The previous rejection of King Yan was to show the restraint of a first-grade monk. He also wanted to get close to Li Si as an entry point to explore Daqian.

King Li Le of Yan, the fourth son of Emperor Jingtai and the younger brother of the Prince of the Supervisory State, knows most of the secrets that should be known.

…

Qinghuafang.

Prince Yan's Mansion.

Li Le opened the middle door to welcome Zhouyi.

Knowing that Zhou Yi did not like liveliness, there were no outsiders at the banquet, just the royal officials, Sima, Jijiu and others.

During the dinner, Li Le took advantage of his drunkenness and asked, "Mr. Qin, do you know where Wagang Mountain is?"

"The nameless mountainous land is in the Bijiang River Basin in the northwest of Juanzhou."

The location mentioned by Zhou Yi, after careful inspection, does have the name of Wagang Mountain. However, there was a crocodile demon causing trouble decades ago, and the surrounding villagers relocated.

After the crocodile demon was captured and brought to justice, he died in the hands of Zhou Yi and dedicated three years to his Taoism.

"Juanzhou, it's not peaceful these days."

Li Le said: "Xu Ni defeated the Juanzhou Army and expanded several counties to the north. Hum, he is very arrogant!"

"Qin lived in seclusion in the mountains and heard about Xu Fengxian's reputation. He turned out to be a rebel before even visiting him!"

Zhou Yi asked casually: "Your Highness, do you know why the Xu family still rebels when you know you will lose?"

Li Le shook his head and said: "I can't figure it out either. It's probably because I'm old and my brain is not working well!"

Others at the table were convinced that the entire Daqian family did not think that the Xu family would rebel. Even if they rebelled, they would not succeed and would only end the nine clans, but they rebelled!

"Mr. Qin, in addition to appreciating the martial arts master's handwriting, I invite you to come here to ask for something else."

"A few days ago, when I was presiding over the big exam, the prince's brother hurt his heart and lungs. He also experienced Xu Ni and became angry again."

Li Le looked sad and said: "I am a brother of the prince. I hope that my brother can live a long life. I have long heard that qi practitioners have the method of calculating qi. I also asked Mr. Qin to use his skills to help me look at my brother's body." Lifespan!"

Zhou Yi was stunned for a moment, then asked about the prince's birth date and cast a spell to calculate.

Among the supernatural spells rewarded in the Demon Manual, there are several methods of spells, but they are rarely used in Zhouyi.

In a world where immortals and demons are rampant, the lifespan of mortals changes greatly. Maybe they meet the fate of immortals before they die, and all diseases are gone, and they can embark on the path to immortality.

Or you may be filled with resentment when you die and turn into a ghost, which is also an alternative way to extend your life.

"Huh? His Royal Highness is already ninety-nine percent..."

Zhou Yi said awkwardly: "His Royal Highness is blessed with good fortune, and he is sure to live a long life."

"That's great. I'm afraid that my brother is not in good health."

Li Le looked happy and said: "My father's health is getting worse day by day. Seeing that his life is approaching, the prince brother must be healthy so that he can be stable."

Zhou Yi frowned slightly: "Your Majesty is already at the pinnacle of cultivation in the world. He is only a hundred and twenty-three years old. How can he suffer from longevity?"

"Mr. Qin has lived in the mountains for a long time, so it's reasonable that he doesn't know some things."

Li Le sighed: "My father is extremely talented, and he is already at the pinnacle of martial arts at a young age. Unfortunately, success depends on luck, and failure also depends on luck. It is impossible to gather the Yin and God of Buddhism and Taoism..."

Yin Shen!

Zhou Yi was suddenly startled. Many pictures flashed through his mind, and he had already caught a key clue.