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

There are many old friends of Zhouyi.

The person who deserves to be missed the most is not Zhang Cheng or Yan Chixiao.

Zhang Cheng lives an enviable life and is a century-old customer of Chunfeng Tower.

Yan Chixiao occasionally sent people to bring news to Zhou Yi, and it was very satisfying to slay demons in Jinhua County.

The old friend who really makes Zhou Yi miss him is the Lord of the Inner Demon!

The upper-level third-level demon who was included in the Demon Illustrated Book had been wandering around the northern border and suddenly appeared in Bodhi County.

The illustration of the Lord of Inner Demons is ranked on page 530 of the Demon Illustration, hundreds of pages ahead of the famous Black Demon Lord.

According to the ordering rules of the demon illustrated book, the strength of the Lord of Inner Demons is already at the peak of the first rank.

"The Lord of the Inner Demon, the Elder of the Demon Alliance, and the first-grade monk are not cabbages..."

Zhou Yi escaped from the well and found that the mansion was recruiting people, and each young man signed his name under the steward's selection.

One tael of silver a year.

The housekeeper doesn't ask what he can do, but only looks at the body shape and bones. Those who are too fat, too thin, and those with strong body odor will not be accepted.

It's not like picking a long-term worker, but more like picking an animal.

"Yuanliang, Yuanliang, how can I forgive you?"

A bolt of thunder fell, chopping Yuan Liang and the housekeeper into flying ash, and the people who were happily becoming the mage's servants suddenly turned into birds and beasts.

The demon illustration shows memory fragments. Yuan Liang and the housekeeper were originally the masters of bandits in the mountains, committing murder and arson.

Once he repented, he scattered all the money he had plundered and worshiped in Jinguang Temple, where he was given the Buddhist name Yuan Liang.

In fact, the two of them were controlled by the Heavenly Demon Alliance and became spies of Bodhi County.

Among the many concepts of Buddhism, there is one of laying down the butcher's knife and becoming a Buddha immediately.

By practicing Buddhism, thieves in the mountains can wash away their resentment and anger and become righteous Buddhists.

The Buddha may have a good idea, admonishing bad people to become good, but it is inconsistent with the law, and others will take advantage of it.

Zhou Yi rose into the sky and flew toward the southeast of his eyes.

Using the escape technique with all his strength, the round trip to Bodhi County only took half a day, and he quickly followed the induction to the destination.

Jinfo Mountain.

Also known as Jinguang Mountain.

The mountain is no more than a hundred feet high, and it is famous for its Jinguang Temple.

Looking from a distance, the entire mountain is shining with golden light, faintly condensing into a giant Buddha holding the sky.

The mountains, rocks, trees, pavilions and pavilions look like they are made of red gold under the influence of Buddha's light.

When the clouds of the Book of Changes fell, the monks who knew the guests were waiting quietly at the foot of the mountain.

Jinguang Temple invites Buddhist monks from all over the world to celebrate Fahai's promotion to the first rank. Many eminent monks have already arrived.

The monk Zhike clasped his hands and asked, "But layman Zhou from the Demon Slayer Division?"

Zhou Yi took out the invitation and the Demon Slaying Division waist badge: "Exactly."

"The host has already given instructions. You are Senior Brother Fahai's benefactor and you must be treated well."

The monk Zhike said: "Please!"

"please!"

The two of them went up the mountain. There were pilgrims who were climbing the mountain to worship Buddha. They were not surprised to see Zhou Yi flying down from the sky.

Yunxiao Dao Palace and Luofu Sword Palace are both inferior to Jinguang Temple in terms of strength and foundation. However, in terms of comparison of private influence, the two are not of the same order of magnitude.

The Taoist mountain-protecting formation is isolated from the ordinary world. Occasionally, immortals accidentally wander into it, and there are many fairy tales.

Buddhism opens its mountain gate, welcoming believers from all over the world to come up the mountain to worship the Buddha.

The stone steps on the mountain road are bustling with believers, all with solemn expressions. Every time they climb a step, they kowtow three times.

The Buddha's light slowly blends into the body of believers, cleansing the physical body, strengthening the body, and eliminating illnesses.

Pious faith is never a one-sided request, only mutual benefit can lead to long-term success.

Among them, there are also believers who are fishing in the water. Their demeanor and movements are the same, but they are unable to blend with the Buddha's light, and are even vaguely rejected by the Buddha's light.

When monks of Jinguang Temple encounter dishonest believers, instead of scolding them, they will chant sutras to guide them.

The monk who led the way knew that his cultivation was not shallow, and his steps seemed slow but fast, and he quickly arrived in front of the temple gate.

Jinguang Temple towers majestically on the top of the mountain. Its two gates are three to five feet high, and the believers entering and exiting appear extremely small.

The red walls and green tiles, the glazed golden roof, the sunlight reflects the dazzling golden light. If you look at it from a distance, the top of the mountain seems to have turned into a bright light bulb.

Zhou Yi followed Zhike Monk to the entrance, seemingly casually browsing the temple buildings, but in fact he sensed the exact location of his inner demon.

This demon's magical power is so strange that he can come to Jinguang Temple from northern Xinjiang in an instant, and he can hide his identity under the heavy Buddha light.

After arranging the monk's residence, the visiting monk told the forbidden area in the temple and left.

Zhou Yi sat cross-legged and stepped on the chain air, a strand of hair fell down and transformed into a round figure.

"Yuanliang" proclaimed the name of Buddha and wandered to the backyard, the main hall called Sutra Pavilion.

"I've met Master Yuanliang!"

The monk on duty at the Sutra Pavilion bowed and saluted.

"Amitabha!"

Zhou Yi stepped into the Sutra Pavilion, where there were rows of bookshelves filled with Buddhist scriptures.

There was an old monk sweeping the floor slowly and leisurely.

Zhou Yi waved his hand and closed the palace door, smiled strangely, and looked at the old monk carefully.

The old monk looked extremely old and slowly swept the floor.

Seeing Zhou Yi coming over, he slowly raised his head, his movements became too large, and he couldn't help but cough twice.

"I've met Master Yuanliang."

"Amitabha!"

Zhou Yi greeted: "How many years have you been sweeping this floor, my nephew?"

"Ninety-seven years."

The old monk was holding a broom, his body trembling.

Zhou Yi sighed: "It's been nearly a hundred years. Is there anything in Jinguang Temple that I can't do to my nephew?"

Ordinary people in Daqian are considered to have a long life at sixty, seventy is rare in ancient times, ninety is auspicious, an old monk is over a hundred years old, and ordinary people have passed three or four generations.

The old monk shook his head: "It's all thanks to Buddha's blessing, and I can't repay you by chanting sutras day and night!"

"Then why..."

Zhou Yi pointed at the old monk, and dozens of strands of Five Elements Sword Qi surrounded him in all directions.

"My nephew has an inner demon?"

Seeing that the sword energy was about to penetrate the old monk's eyebrows, his figure turned into a wisp of smoke and floated outward.

"You are not Yuanliang!"

"I want to leave, but it's too late..."

As soon as Zhou Yi's thoughts moved, overlapping sword energies appeared in the Sutra Pavilion, forming formations according to the number of Zhou Tian.

The old monk's escape method stagnated and was fixed in the void.

The sword formation only lasted for a moment before collapsing on its own. Zhou Yi took this opportunity and the sword energy surged in, drowning the old monk.

Both of them are among the best masters in the world. They fight to the death and the rabbit rises and the falcon falls, without destroying a single page of the book in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

"He actually ran away!"

Zhou Yi raised his eyebrows and disappeared.

When the Demon Illustrated book opened the page of the Lord of Heart Demons, it became a little brighter, and its location became more obvious.

A message came into his mind, and the old monk's name was Wu Zheng.

Ninety-seven years ago, he fled famine and came to Jinguang Temple. The abbot took pity on his miserable life experience and took him into the temple, where he arranged for monks to sweep the Sutra Pavilion.

All the monks in Jinguang Temple can practice the Kung Fu in the temple. Unfortunately, Wu Zheng is old and has poor physical skills. After decades of practice, he can only barely reach the ninth level.

The monks in the temple have grown up from generation to generation. Many of the monks who entered the temple late have already achieved the goal of refining qi or even refining the spirit.

Family hatred and bottlenecks in spiritual practice gave birth to inner demons in Wu Zheng.

The Lord of the Inner Demon took this opportunity to transform him into a clone, and he has been lurking in the temple for decades.

Until not long ago, the inner demon came and completely devoured Wu Zheng's will.

"No wonder you can come here from the northern border in an instant, and with the help of the inner demon clone, you can take possession of your body at will!"

After Zhou Yi sorted out the context, he thought he had lost the opportunity to kill the inner demon, but then he felt something about it.

The inner demon comes to Jinguang Temple again!

"This Golden Light Temple...is it the Snake Shield Bureau?"