The founder of all religions

The demons and ghosts in the world are like clouds, how can they be like knowing the number of sands in the eternal sea?

Li Mo has been practicing in Luofu Mountain for eighteen years and has seen many pig demons. He has also read about them in ancient books, but he has never seen such a special pig demon.

The misty evil energy gathers into elixirs, and a bit of pure Yang is like nirvana. How can one know what kind of monster is in the prison?

Li Mo had only seen such a pig demon in his life, especially the slightly hesitant look in his eyes, with a hint of rebelliousness in the flicker, and his eyes facing each other, as if there was a mysterious feeling, which actually made Li Mo unbearable. Stop itching.

The immortal caressed my head, opened the heavenly spirit with his bare hands... and released the living beings.

Speaking of which, Li Mo hasn't released any demons for a while.

Adhering to the concept that God has the virtue of good life, the demons and ghosts that Li Mo sent away were all peaceful, and the demons and ghosts that were successfully released were also very happy.

As soon as Li Mochu arrived in the capital, he was interested in such a great meritorious undertaking.

However, that pig demon was actually a demon escorted by the Xuantian Pavilion [Hongmen]. Now that the escort was right in front of him, he could only sigh that he had no luck.

"Cruel God, damn pig monster."

Li Mo murmured softly, and with a movement of his body, he was already a hundred feet away as if transforming into the wind.

"Brother Dao..."

Ling Jisheng reacted immediately and called again, but Li Mo had disappeared into the vast night.

"What a handsome body."

"Senior brother, can you tell where he came from?" Qi Xiaoxiao looked at the direction in which Li Mo was fleeing and couldn't help but ask.

"I can't tell." Ling Jisheng frowned.

Li Mo only took two shots just now.

Killing the withered bone wolf demon, his body moved like a furious sword light, and the former's body and head were already separated. Such domineering and fierce behavior made Ling Jisheng understand the secret. It seemed that at that moment, Li Mo was a thief, and the sword The light is out of its sheath, and its sharp edge is killing, but it is already better than all mystical skills.

"This man's spirit, energy and spirit have been smelted in a furnace, and he has achieved great success in mystical skills. He has reached the ultimate level, and there is no trace of it." Ling Jisheng said in a deep voice.

He once heard a senior brother from [Hongmen] say that once someone practices martial arts and reaches the state of transformation, they can no longer stick to one move or another, their movements will have charm, and their thoughts will suddenly arise, and they will kill.

For such a person, you can’t see the methods of cultivation.

As for the second move...

Ling Jisheng's eyes narrowed slightly. Thinking of the scene just now, his heavy face couldn't help but tremble.

"The inner breath transforms into a river, and the waves of thousands of miles suppress the demons... This is the image of a great river shaking a mountain."

When the inner breath has been cultivated to this level, it rolls like a river and sea, and its momentum is like a shaking mountain. Heaven and man understand it, and mystical cultivation has reached a very high level.

Ling Jisheng never dreamed that he would meet such an incredible young master in this wilderness.

You know, the other person seems to be two years younger than him.

"The world is vast... there are such monsters outside the capital."

Ling Jisheng whispered softly and looked at the direction Li Mo was leaving, pointing directly at the capital.

"Senior brother, do you think he... could be the seed of newcomers recruited into the museum this time?" Qi Xiaoxiao couldn't help but guess.

In Wangxuan City, a total of sixty-six people passed the selection list, and with the additional quotas, a total of seventy-five seeds were selected.

Logically speaking, the 75th Congress should arrive in the capital within these two days.

"No..." Ling Jisheng was determined, his eyes shining with wisdom.

"If it were the Seventy-Fifth Great Seed, he would never appear alone in this wilderness..."

As a new disciple recruited by Xuantian Pavilion, the imperial court has already made arrangements at the inn ahead, with food, clothing, housing and transportation all available. How could he live in the open and live here?

"What's more... if this person is really a new disciple, he must have a background like Martial Arts Mountain or Tianchan Mountain... Such a person will not live in the wilderness."

"What senior brother said is absolutely true." Qi Xiaoxiao was completely convinced, with a look of conviction on her beautiful face.

What she admired most was Ling Jisheng's calm mind and profound wisdom.

"And just now..."

Ling Jisheng couldn't help but look at the cage not far away. There was a ferocity hidden in the inner breath just now, which actually suppressed the frightening power of the pig demon.

This kind of person is like a demon and ghost, and cannot be trained by ordinary shanmen.

"Let's go, maybe we can meet him again when we get to the capital."

Ling Jisheng looked at the men and horses arriving not far away, shook his head, and went to meet them.

The urgent need now is to escort the pig demon to Beijing.

…

The morning light was slightly dew, and a ray of early sunshine shone through, reflecting on the ancient mottled city wall.

Daqian was founded for three thousand years. This ancient city has experienced countless turmoils and still stands firm.

Nine hundred years ago, the Shenzong destroyed the law and rebuilt the city wall of the capital, using the veins of the mountain gates of the world and the bones of the demons and ghosts in the mountains as the foundation.

From then on, this high wall added a touch of imperial domineering power.

As time goes by and history rolls by, even Taoist monks and monsters and ghosts still have to worship in front of this barrier in the world of mortals, feeling awe in their hearts and fear in their bodies.

"I'm not Li Mo... I'm Shang Xujian."

At this moment, shouting started in front of a carriage, attracting everyone's attention.

A group of soldiers, holding weapons and weapons, seemed to be stopping the car for questioning.

"What is Shangxu Sword? Stand aside..."

"I'm not Li Mo, I'm Hong Xiaofu..."

The next moment, another shout rang out.

"Hong Xiaofu, you also stand over."

A cold voice echoed in front of the city gate. In the passage next to him, Li Mo looked at the scene in front of him, curled his lips, and turned to Feng Wannian behind him.

"You are so awesome, how did you know that we would definitely be stopped and interrogated?"

"You showed your face in Wangxuan City. Seventy-five years ago, you deserve to be the first. However, the second ranked one is just unconvinced..." Feng Wannian sneered.

That night, Li Mo left his name and changed his seal on the hanging list, which made the five major mountain gates break their seals and bow their heads. He was the well-deserved number one.

Faced with such a result, the five major mountain gates would naturally not approve it.

A battle of spiritual senses and a contest of wills is ultimately a small road. Only a fair fight can demonstrate one's cultivation.

Therefore, with the intentional interference of the Five Mountain Gates, the battle that night became downplayed, public opinion was quickly suppressed, and even the facts became vague.

What is the force that overwhelms the five mountain gates...

Who saw it?

Who saw it?

Leaving his name on the list of the five major mountain sects gave a glimmer of hope to other mountain sect disciples. Even Li Mo's name in Luofu Mountain was deliberately mentioned without any trace.

"This horse-riding team hired a navy..." Li Mo couldn't wait to shout "Come on."

"What do you mean?" Feng Wannian didn't understand what he meant.

"It's just shameless." Li Mo said solemnly.

"The five major mountain sects have huge power in the capital and are intertwined. Although their reputation has been obscured, when you first enter the capital, I have to give you a warning to let you know how powerful you are." Feng Wannian looked at the car frame being inspected in the distance. He couldn't help but sneer.

"Are Xiaofu and the others okay?"

"It's okay. Senior Chen is from the Xuantian Pavilion, so it will be a bit troublesome at best." Feng Wannian said calmly.

“Appetizers, they don’t overdo it.”

"Old Feng, you have a lot of connections and you see things thoroughly." Li Mo couldn't help but say.

"That's all these people can do." Feng Wanchang said with a smile.

"They are bullying me in the capital. I have no foundation or background..."

Li Mo curled his lips and couldn't help but sigh.

"It seems like I have to keep a low profile."

Li Mo's way of survival is to hibernate every time he encounters a new environment, keep a low profile and be patient, so that no one will notice.

In fact, Wudashanmen doesn't want him to be noticed now.

"No foundation? No background?"

Feng Wancheng sneered, looking at the shouting soldiers in the distance, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

"what are you thinking?"

"Nothing..." Feng Wannian shook his head and slowly withdrew his cold eyes.

"I haven't been back for many years. It's time for me to meet some old acquaintances."

After a while, Li Mo and Feng Wannian entered the city smoothly. They found a restaurant on the roadside not far away and had enough food and drinks. It was only after noon that they saw Hong Xiaofu, Shang Xujian and others entering the city by car.

"Damn it, if these bastards were in Longyuan Mansion, I would have beaten them to the point of kneeling down and calling them daddy."

Shang Xujian was cursing, and from afar he saw Li Mo raising his hand to greet them. He instantly suppressed his temper, jumped down from the carriage, and went up to meet him.

"There's still some left, do you want some too?"

Li Mo pointed to the food on the table and expressed concern.

"You must be wicked." Hong Xiaofu said with resentment on his face.

"You heartless person, I'm not immoral, how can I help you smuggle the mistress in?" Li Mo yelled.

When Hong Xiaofu heard this, his eyes lit up and he quickly looked around.

"Where are the people?"

"The arrangements have been made. Old Feng will take you there later." Li Mo said with a grin.

He and Feng Wannian went on their way separately because the latter wanted to help Hong Xiaofu arrange the third lady of Jianjun Mansion.

Ning Huai Curse, her destiny is extremely special, and she can have an extremely wonderful reaction with Hong Xiaofu.

When he was in Wangxuan City, Li Mo studied it for a long time, which was of great benefit to him in practicing a technique to release demons and ghosts.

Of course, the most important thing is that since Hong Xiaofu met this third lady, he has never been to the foot washing room again.

Therefore, Li Mo entrusted Feng Wannian to smuggle the third lady of Jianjun Mansion into the capital.

Now, the Jianjun Mansion may have thought that their three thousand gold pieces fell into the hands of Guixu, which would be a disaster.

"Brother, you are my brother..."

Hong Xiaofu took Li Mo's arm and started rubbing against him.

After a while, Chen Wangdu rushed over. After entering the city, he had to help Li Mo and others arrange their identities, register, and provide food, accommodation, travel, etc.

"Senior, didn't you say that if you pass the Xuantian Pavilion final exam, you can get an apartment in the capital?"

Li Mo couldn't help but ask.

Owning an apartment in the capital was his lifelong wish.

Even in this life, owning a house in the capital is still a dream that most people dare not dream of.

You know, the household registration system in Beijing is a points system, and the main premise is that you must have an apartment.

This is the rule set by His Majesty Shenzong.

"You two can only stay in Xuantian Pavilion's school building temporarily... someone will take you there later." Chen Wangdu said.

Because of Li Mo's outstanding performance, Hong Xiaofu and Shang Xujian were qualified to enter Beijing.

Therefore, it is naturally impossible for them to have the same treatment as Li Mo.

The disciples directly trained by Xuantian Pavilion all live in the official school building, and that is where Hong Xiaofu and Shang Xujian are temporarily staying.

As for Li Mo...

"Where's my room?" Li Mo asked with concern.

Chen Wangdu felt Li Mo's ardent expectations and couldn't help but reveal an embarrassed smile.

"Senior, don't tell me that I don't have..."

"How could it be? Of course there is...I've got all the number plates..."

Chen Wangdu took out a black house number from his arms, which clearly read: No. 7 Dongjiao Mingju.

"Eastern suburbs!?" Li Mo was startled: "Suburban areas?"

"The suburbs are great, with huge greenery, private territory, far away from the hustle and bustle of the city, and room for appreciation..." Chen Wangdu couldn't help but admire.

"Do you know that at your age, being able to own a house of your own in the eastern suburbs has already surpassed 99% of your peers."

Chen Wangdu lowered his voice and thrust the house plate into Li Mo's hand.

"The location of your suite is particularly good. It is adjacent to the sages. You can listen to the voice of the soul. The nightlife in the surrounding areas is also quite rich..."

"So good!?" Li Mo was a little excited.

"You'll know just when you go and take a look."

Chen Wangdu pulled Hong Xiaofu and Shang Xujian: "I will settle these two boys and then go see you."

"You'll definitely like it."

While talking, Chen Wangdu and the three of them slipped into the crowd of people.

"As expected of Xuantian Pavilion, his shots are really impressive." Li Mo looked at the number plate in his hand and couldn't help but look forward to it.

In the end, he spent three taels of silver to hail a tuk-tuk donkey cart and rushed to the eastern suburbs.

It has to be said that the capital city is huge and everything is expensive. The starting price of a donkey cart is at least three times more expensive than that of Longyuan Mansion.

However, Li Mo didn't care now. He was thinking about it and all his thoughts were on the mansion he was going to live in.

"The tuk-tuk donkey cart is at your service. Guests are welcome to ride next time."

After getting out of the car, the driver greeted him politely, flicked his whip and drove back.

"No, wait a minute, did I send it to the wrong place?" Li Mo was stunned and stopped him.

"That's right, the Eastern Suburbs live in the underworld..."

The driver raised his whip and pointed at the mountain of graves in front of him. There were several lonely houses at the foot of the mountain, surrounded by weeds.

"This horse riding... is the tomb view room!?"

Li Mo's eyes widened and his expression became extremely weird. He finally came back to his senses amidst the braying of a donkey.

"I am the first in the 75th National University. Give me a room with a tomb view!?" Li Mo was speechless.

Needless to say, he also knew that this was the work of Wudashanmen.

This kind of ghost place is not only far away from the hustle and bustle of the city, it is simply far away from the hustle and bustle of the human world.

"What the hell..." Li Mo couldn't help but curse.

"Young man, if your mouth is not clean, it will make these good friends unhappy..."

At this moment, an old voice came from behind, just like the sound of an owl getting stuck in the neck on a cold night, making people feel goosebumps all over.

Li Mo turned around and looked around, and saw an old man with a silhouette slowly walking towards him. He was wearing gray clothes and straw shoes, with a pale head. He was holding an oil lamp in his hand. Although it was broad daylight, it was still lit.

"Uncle, are you a human... from here?" Li Mo couldn't help but ask.

"I'm here to look at the graves..." The old man in gray glanced at Li Mo and said calmly: "You can call me Uncle Ma..."

"Master Ma!?" Li Mo couldn't help but ask, staring at the old guy who was about to die.

"Master Ma, how long have you been looking at the graves here?"

"How long!?" Uncle Ma looked up at the mountains of graves, his turbid eyes seemed to be filled with memories, and he said quietly after a long while.

"Eighteen years!"