The founder of all religions

In Luofu Mountain, ghosts with white bones wander around the mountains in an enchanting way on moonlit nights.

Various rumors spread like wildfire among the disciples of the mountain sect.

"According to reliable information, Deputy Xiao of Shanguiyuan is secretly raising demon slaves."

"Vice-President Xiao? Didn't he just receive a commendation from Longyuan Mansion? He really knows people but not their hearts."

"You don't know? Not long ago, he robbed graves in the middle of the night and carried several female corpses back."

"The female corpse... the bones... have closed the loop. I was still doubtful about those rumors before, but now it seems that they are true."

"I think he's not just raising demons, he's probably refining demons... But since he's a demon slave, why not raise a cat demon, fox demon or something like that?"

"You can understand the perverted mind...then you are not far from being a pervert."

Up and down Luofu Mountain, a group of disciples were discussing. In their words, the Deputy Chairman of Shanguiyuan was gradually demonized. Some people even vowed to report with real names. Xiao Chaoyuan was the demon incarnation. The purpose was to destroy the cholera Luofu orthodoxy and cut off the incense of this line. .

In the early morning, it was just dawn.

A figure broke into the quiet courtyard, walking like a tiger, expressing the feeling of being in high spirits on happy occasions.

"Where is Lao Xiao... where is Lao Xiao...?"

Zhao Dongcheng was facing the spring breeze, and the whole yard was looking for Xiao Chaoyuan's figure.

Such a big thing happened. As a good brother who started at the same time, of course he had to visit and comfort him.

After all, Xiao Chaoyuan was the vice-chairman of the first hospital, a four-star demon hunter, and a well-established person. It was hard to feel that he had been shouldered such a big blame for nothing.

"here……"

Xiao Chaoyuan's voice came from the pavilion.

Zhao Dongcheng looked up and saw Xiao Chaoyuan wearing a plain robe casually on his body and practicing calligraphy in the pavilion.

"Yes, it's time to practice calligraphy and calm down." Zhao Dongcheng nodded and walked over.

"Old Xiao, what's going on with you recently? It's caused a lot of trouble in the city, and the impact is too bad."

Zhao Dongcheng looked a little sad.

"Have you heard about it too?" Xiao Chaoyuan said calmly without raising his head.

"Nonsense, public dissatisfaction is boiling now. There are rumors about you all over Luofu Mountain. You must pay attention to the impact." Zhao Dongcheng said solemnly.

"This group of disciples is really too idle. I heard that the ones who scream the most fiercely are the disciples of your [Fire-Eating Academy]. Do you have any restraints?" Xiao Chaoyuan put down the pen in his hand and raised his head and asked.

"Really? I haven't heard about this." Zhao Dongcheng shook his head.

Brotherhood is thicker than blood. If something happens to my brother, I will pretend to be deaf. This is an old saying passed down from ancient times.

"The short-term and the long-term, let them be... If you are not envied by others, you are mediocre. Who knows who will slander the king after his death." Xiao Chaoyuan's state of mind has reached a state of calm after experiencing several twists and turns.

"You can't do this. Rumors have become true and negativity has become overwhelming. How can we make progress?" Zhao Dongcheng said sadly.

He couldn't watch his brother fall behind, so he wanted to be the guiding light in the darkness and pull this lost lamb back from the depths.

"Huh!? Are you listening to me? What are you writing?"

"I'm writing a speech for being promoted to the first position." Xiao Chaoyuan put down the pen in his hand again, squinted his eyes and smiled.

"Promoted to the first position!?"

Zhao Dongcheng was stunned at first, then the expression on his face gradually solidified, and his wide eyes showed an expression of disbelief.

"Are you going to be promoted to the first position? When?" Zhao Dongcheng asked almost like a roar.

"I guess it will be soon, it will only be a matter of a month or two..."

Xiao Chaoyuan grinned. Ever since the Yinshan War, Ji Danchen had thought of taking a back seat. As for the candidate to succeed him, he was naturally Xiao Chaoyuan, who was full of luck and was in the limelight.

"How could you..." Zhao Dongcheng was completely confused and seemed to find it difficult to accept this reality.

He and Xiao Chaoyuan entered the school together, practiced together, became monster hunters together, stepped into the ninth realm together, became deputy seats of the academy together, and competed for the top spot in the mountain gate together...

Logically speaking, they should be promoted to the top position together, so why...

"Old Zhao, the fortune teller said that after I turn forty, I will meet a noble person, soar into the sky, and achieve unparalleled achievements... Now it seems that it has come true." Xiao Chaoyuan stood up, faced his old friend, and couldn't help but sigh.

He had great ups and downs, as he thought this would be the case in his life.

Who would have thought that Li Mo's appearance would be like a guiding light in his life, pulling him ashore in the long waves. When the opportunity came, he could no longer stop him.

"Old Zhao, I will be the host tonight to celebrate and have a good drink." Xiao Chaoyuan laughed.

"Drink your mother!"

Zhao Dongcheng's face turned red. He shouted loudly and turned around, not wanting to stay for even a moment longer.

"Old Zhao, please slow down. I'll give you some life-saving pills later." Xiao Chaoyuan said with concern from behind.

"Save your mother!"

Zhao Dongcheng's voice was like a lion's roar, from far to near, and disappeared into the cold courtyard with his body.

It can be expected that he will not and will not appear in front of Xiao Chaoyuan in the short term.

"Life...this is life..."

Xiao Chaoyuan sighed leisurely, lowered his head and continued to write his promotion speech.

…

That night, Xiao Luyao was the host and invited Li Mo and Feng Wannian to have a violent meal at the red light building.

"What? Vice President Xiao is really going to be promoted to the first position?"

Feng Wannian, who had just returned, was quite surprised when he heard the news. According to his intelligence, it would take at least five or six years for Deputy Xiao to sit in this position.

"That's tentatively decided. Don't tell anyone about it yet. It will probably take some time before the official announcement is made."

Xiao Luyao had already regarded Li Mo as one of her own, so she would not hide such news.

"In this way, Vice President Xiao will become the youngest chief among the Nine Courts..." Feng Wannian couldn't help but sigh.

How old is Xiao Chaoyuan this year? Not even fifty years old.

You must know that among the nine heads, the eldest is Han Chongshui of [Fufeng Court], who is seventy-three years old this year.

The youngest is Huo Qianshan, the former leader of [Bahou Yuan], who is fifty-three years old.

If Xiao Chaoyuan takes over as the leader of Shanguiyuan this year, he will be the youngest leader of Luofu Mountain in the past fifty years. He has a bright future.

"I guess it will have to wait until the Xuantian Pavilion's selection and assessment is over." Xiao Luyao guessed.

Nowadays, this is regarded as the top priority of Luofu Mountain and even Longyuan Mansion, and other things have to be pushed back.

"I heard that these days, the other six major sects are ready to move, and outstanding disciples have begun to emerge, and even gradually gained a reputation in Longyuan Mansion." Feng Wannian also told what he saw during his trip.

In fact, this was also the case before the Xuantian Pavilion selection and assessment in previous years.

The popular successors and seed players of the seven major sects will be paid attention to by the major forces in Longyuan Mansion, and they will even be named in a book, and their information will be recorded in detail one by one. It is called [Qianlong Book], and one book will cost hundreds of people. Two silver coins, and demand exceeds supply.

After all, the Xuantian Pavilion selection is held every three years, which can be regarded as a major event in Longyuan Mansion.

Moreover, even if the characters who can be recorded in the "Hidden Dragon Book" cannot enter the Xuantian Pavilion, they will definitely be influential figures in the major sects in the future. In time, they will definitely be among the top.

Therefore, the previous [Qianlong Book] is also regarded as the future power vane of Longyuan Mansion. I don’t know how many forces will bet at this time.

"This year's [Qianlong Book] should be out soon, and we in Luofu Mountain are probably only on Qiyu's list." Feng Wannian said solemnly.

Hearing this, Xiao Luyao glanced at Li Mo secretly and said nothing.

"No, I will definitely get one later." Feng Wannian sensed a business opportunity.

"I heard that a volume costs three to five hundred taels of silver, and the supply exceeds demand." Li Mo said.

"I have a way."

Feng Wannian grinned and said: "I only want one volume, the worst I can do is spend a lot of money to rent one..."

"I have already found a workshop. As long as there is an original copy, I can start working overnight and print out five hundred volumes a day. I will sell each volume for five coins... then... hehe..."

Feng Wannian's smile smelled of money.

"Pirated bookseller!?" Li Mo curled his lips: "You deserve to die!"

"Don't run around these days. There may be other disciples coming to pay homage to the mountain." Xiao Luyao brought the topic back.

This is also the tradition of previous generations. The visits between the disciples of the mountain sect are tacit to each other. It is not only a warm-up before the assessment, but also a bottom-up, so that they can know the real opponent.

In addition, Luofu Mountain has been a bit uneasy recently. Although the rumors about the Bone Demon are gradually becoming more and more outrageous, they have also gained the attention of senior officials.

When mentioning this matter, Xiao Luyao's expression became a little unnatural.

"Senior Sister Xiao, I heard that the white-bone demon..."

When it came to this matter, Feng Wannian became interested.

"Don't hear about it."

Xiao Luyao glared and choked back Feng Wannian's words.

"Don't say anything that is not conducive to unity." Xiao Luyao's face softened slightly: "The mountain gate attaches great importance to this matter. It has organized a patrol team with nine squads and sixteen posts to patrol day and night. Those people who pretend to be gods and ghosts will be caught."

"Cough cough cough..."

At this moment, Li Mo couldn't hold back a sip of his drink and was choked.

"Why did you choke after taking a sip of wine!?" Feng Wannian patted Li Mo on the back and comforted him.

"it's okay no problem."

Li Mo laughed twice. It seemed that he had been too unscrupulous in refining the [Bone Parasite Talisman] in the mountains these days.

However, the skeleton he created has reached perfection and it is impossible to give up just now.

"I'm going to do an experiment at the foot of the mountain tonight. I heard that there is a mass grave there." Li Mo was thinking in his mind.

…

Late at night.

The moon is dark and the wind is high, under Luofu Mountain.

In front of the dilapidated temple, a bonfire burned brightly, reflecting on everyone's faces.

A tender leg of lamb has been roasted until it is sizzling with oil, and the skin is crispy. It is obviously cooked well.

Xiao Luyao took out cumin, salt and other seasonings and sprinkled them evenly on the lamb legs, and the strong aroma of meat suddenly came.

"Senior Sister Xiao, why did our patrol come down the mountain?"

At this moment, a two-star demon hunter stared at the leg of lamb and couldn't help but say.

"I heard that the bone demon only haunts the mountains." Another petite girl couldn't help but said.

The eight of them were drawn from various courtyards and led by Xiao Luyao to patrol the mountain.

"The demon is cunning and cannot be kept in his hands day and night. We may gain something by waiting at the foot of the mountain."

As he spoke, Xiao Luyao couldn't help but turn her head and look to the west.

There is a mass grave hidden there, and since the demon is a white bone, it may use it as its lair.

Xiao Luyao's eyes shone with wisdom, and he took out a dagger and prepared to cut the leg of lamb.

When everyone saw this, their appetites immediately increased. Under this wilderness mountain, in the dark and cold night, being able to enjoy a roast leg of lamb was considered to be a joy in hardship.

"Amitabha, the lamb is innocent, so why bother grilling it?"

At this moment, a loud sound of Buddha's name came from the dark night.

Xiao Luyao's eyes narrowed slightly, and when she looked up, she saw a young monk walking towards him under the moonlight. His figure seemed to blend into the wind, and he was in front of him in the blink of an eye.

The monk was young, with handsome features and straw shoes. His expression was compassionate, but his clear and compassionate eyes fell on the roasted lamb leg that was sizzling with oil.

"Amitabha, put more chili pepper and less salt. The monk can't eat it too salty."

The monk clasped his hands together, and the Buddha's name echoed in the dark night.

When everyone heard this, they were stunned for a moment and seemed to have not come back to their senses.

Just when everyone was confused, the monk had already arrived in front of the bonfire, stretched out his right hand, and grabbed the leg of the lamb.

"Where did this crazy monk come from!?"

Xiao Luyao frowned slightly, holding the sword secret in her hand, and her powerful inner breath was like a breath of sword energy, directly hitting Seng Mi's wrist.

Buzz…

The young monk didn't even look at it. With a flick of his wrist, the terrifying inner breath was like a roaring wind, blowing the bonfire hunting. The unparalleled power was like a drum in the evening and a bell in the morning, and it actually broke Xiao Luyao's sword finger.

The terrifying aftermath swept across the area and actually knocked everyone away.

"Ninth Level Master... Are you... Xichanshan!?" Xiao Luyao's face turned pale, and her beautiful eyes showed a look of shock.

Buddhism in the world is respected by Western Zen.

That is one of the top mountain gates in the world, as famous as Yaoshen Mountain and Martial Arts Mountain.

[Monk King], one of the [Xuantian Seven Wonders] today, came from Xichan Mountain.

When the Monk King was young, in order to see the former glory of [Black Sword], he once came to Luofu Mountain and sat and watched for a hundred days, which silenced everyone in Luofu.

The monk in front of him was so young that he had already reached the ninth level. Apart from Xichan Mountain, Xiao Luyao couldn't think of any other place where he could train such a monster.

"Female donor, you have good eyesight..." Monk Mi whispered, just put away the roasted leg of lamb, and ate happily while chanting the Buddha's name.

"The young monk is colorless and comes from Xichan Mountain."

"Why did you, the monk from Xichan Mountain, come to our Luofu Mountain?" Xiao Luyao was surprised. The strength of the monk in front of him has not changed horribly. Together, they are not enough for each other to drink a pot.

The top mountain gate in the world truly deserves its reputation.

"The young monk came here to follow the footsteps of his predecessors..."

Wu Se whispered, and by his predecessors, he naturally meant the [Monk King] back then.

"you……"

Xiao Luyao clenched her silver teeth, feeling furious for a moment.

The same was true of the Monk King back then. His words of Dharma were boundless and he could save all sentient beings, but his actions were murderous and tyrannical, which made even the top of Mount Luofu unable to lift their heads.

Now this young monk worshiped the mountain late at night. As soon as he met him, he showed his strength. His strength was so strong that Xiao Luyao and others were trembling and did not dare to go beyond it.

Such a prestige is worthy of the name of Xichan Mountain.

"Amitabha, the mountain is not high, but the leg of lamb is a bit slutty!"

Wu Se's mouth was full of oil after eating, and he threw aside the mutton leg that was chewed until only the bones were left. He clasped his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name, with only compassion in his eyes.

"You..." Xiao Luyao was furious for a moment.

This monk was so arrogant that he even ate their mutton legs and was still so picky.

"Female donor, lead the way." Wu Color whispered.

"What are you going to do?" Xiao Luyao's heart skipped a beat.

"I traveled far west and came here to pay my respects." Wu Se whispered softly.

"Monk, you..." Xiao Luyao gritted her teeth, but before she finished speaking, she suddenly froze, her round eyes staring into the distance, her beautiful face showing an expression of disbelief.

"Bone demon!?"

Everyone was moved when they heard this and turned around to look.

Sure enough, under the moonlight, a strange white skeleton walked forward. It seemed to feel the eyes of everyone, but the sinister skull turned slightly, and its empty eye sockets stared straight at it.

"Um!?"

Faced with such a scene, Wu Color couldn't help but show a strange expression.

Under the Luofu Mountain, there are actually demons! ?

This trip must have been in vain.

"Amitabha, big bone soup, delicious and mellow!"

Wu Color clasped his hands together, chanted the Buddha's name, and moved towards the white skeleton.

Two chapters in one! ! !