Patriarch of Wanjiao

The mountain is full of graves and tombstones, and there is only one old man who has guarded the tomb for 18 years at the foot of the lonely mountain.

When the dream came into reality, Li Mo was severely slapped.

The life when he first entered the capital was completely different from his previous imagination.

There are three thousand mountain gates in the world, and the disciples who have been strictly selected have competed in Wangxuan City, and 75 great seeds have just been born.

It stands to reason that Li Mo should be the well-deserved number one against the five great mountain gates.

Not to mention mixing flats in the capital, even living in the Xuantian Pavilion would not be an exaggeration.

With such treatment now, he can only sigh...

Black... Really dark!
"Young man, offend someone."

Seeing Li Mo's dazed expression, Uncle Ma couldn't help grinning.

"You... how do you know?"

"Hey, the old man has guarded the tomb here for 18 years, and he hasn't seen anything."

Uncle Ma pointed to Li Mo's "luxury house" and said with a smile: "This is the property of Xuantian Pavilion. Anyone who is put on small shoes will be sent here..."

While talking, Uncle Ma walked up to Li Mo and patted him on the shoulder.

"Young man, the body is quite strong... It is a good material for looking at the grave."

"You... what do you mean?" Li Mo asked subconsciously.

"See that tomb?"

Uncle Ma pointed to a graveyard not far away under a dead tree, standing there alone, with a corner of the tombstone shattered.

"That person also belonged to Xuantian Pavilion before, offended his boss, was sent here, stayed here for six years, and finally died in depression..." Uncle Ma sighed.

"He...how did he offend his boss?" Li Mo asked subconsciously.

"There is no coriander in the pancakes." Uncle Ma said casually.

"What the hell?" Li Mo was stunned.

"Young people, it's understandable to be a little bit more aggressive... But the world is not about fighting and killing, it's about people's sophistication..."

Uncle Ma stared at Li Mo, grinning, showing his yellow teeth.

"There is no one above, you must be a servant...Young man, we may stay together for a long time."

As he spoke, Uncle Ma turned around and walked away.

"By the way, you stepped on another girl. She is starving to death. Be careful when she comes looking for you to eat at night."

Uncle Ma's voice brought Li Mo's thoughts back to reality. He lowered his head and saw that he was standing on a graveyard. The tombstone had already collapsed and lay beside him.

There is an epitaph written on the tombstone: I am so hungry, I really want you to give me the meat to eat.

"Um!?"

Li Mo stared wide-eyed, showing a strange expression. This was the first time he had seen such an explicit epitaph.

"Master Ma, did this girl starve to death or..."

"Take a closer look."

Uncle Ma's voice came from afar.

Li Mo lowered his head to confirm again, after watching it for a long time, he finally showed a sudden look.

"I see……"

"You really have a dirty mind."

Youyou's words echoed at the foot of the cold mountain, and with a bang, Uncle Ma walked into his thatched hut.

In the evening, the crescent moon is like a hook.

The Eastern Suburb Dwelling is extremely deserted, and the atmosphere here is more than that of Luofu Mountain, so that people can feel what it means to be away from the hustle and bustle of the world.

"Li Mo, the environment here is really good. It's just the right time for you to cultivate yourself."

When Chen Wangdu came, he praised Li Mo's living conditions, and he even exaggerated his envy.

"Senior, if you really don't deserve praise, then don't talk about it."

At this moment, Li Mo's resentment was heavier than those ghosts who died in vain outside.

"Xiao Li, don't be emotional. You have to trust the organization. It has its own considerations."

Chen Wangdu comforted Li Mo with a smile, but there was a trace of apology in his eyes.

Don't say he can't do anything about it, even Wang Lingce is helpless.

As the supervisor who presides over the final examination, he is well aware of Li Mo's talent and strength, but the strength of the five mountain gates is intertwined, and he has a very high right to speak in Xuantian Pavilion.

Their disciples are all over Xuantian Eight Sects.

"I have a message for you..."

"what?"

"Although you are temporarily suppressed, there is no need to be discouraged. Waiting for the rookies to fight is your chance to prove yourself..."

Having said that, Chen Wangdu lowered his voice.

"Master Jiansi asked me to bring you a sentence..."

"What?" Li Mo was taken aback, but he never thought that Wang Lingce would take care of him under such circumstances.

You must know that after the assessment of the vacant list papers was over that day, he only met this Lord Jiansi once.

"The reward for this rookie fight is no small matter, and it is a treasure left by the first generation owner."

"The original owner!?" Li Mo fell silent suddenly.

He has seen sporadic records in Luofu Mountain's Secret Handbook.

900 years ago, Shenzong destroyed the Dharma, the world's mountain gates withered, thousands of monsters and ghosts were terrified, all dharmas were unified, and no one dared to shoot arrows eastward.

It was at this time when the imperial power was at its highest, Shenzong set up three thousand mountain gates in the world, scattered in Kyushu, and set up Xuantian Pavilion.

The first owner of Xuantian Pavilion officially entered the eyes of the world from then on.

In those days, the strength and power of this man was almost second only to Shenzong, as ancient as the Heavenly Master's Mansion, even paled in front of him.

However, the past of the founder of Xuantian Pavilion is like a blank, not visible to others.

Some people say that Shenzong exterminates the Dharma, this person has the power to surpass the heavens.

Some people also said that the original owner of the hall originally came from the mountain gate, and was a disciple of the number one sect in the world.

The years are long and the time is turbulent, everything has long been annihilated in the long river of history.

However, that domineering reputation accompanied Shenzong and was passed down to future generations, undefeated for thousands of years.

"What is the treasure left by the original owner?" Li Mo couldn't help asking.

As long as it is related to such a legend, even a piece of foot wrap is of great significance, it can be called a cultural relic, and its value is unimaginable.

"Even Master Jiansi has no way of knowing this kind of inside story...but it must be extraordinary. I heard...Jiang Chen from Martial Dao Mountain was summoned by Lord [Wu Zong] after he entered Beijing."

At the mention of that name, Chen Wangdu was in awe and saluted towards the direction of the capital.

"Xuantian Qijue!?" Li Mo's eyes darkened slightly.

The Xuantian Qijue are existences comparable to the Eight Great Demon Immortals in the world.

For a strong man of this level, it is difficult to see a dragon, and he does not appear in the world. He even summoned Jiang Chen after he entered the capital. This is definitely not as simple as simply supporting the younger generation.

At this level, even the best juniors are not worthy of their appearance.

"For the treasure left by the first museum owner?" Li Mo had a faint guess.

"Major [Wu Zong] attaches so much importance to it, it can be seen that this rookie fight is definitely different from the past... I heard that there will be people from the palace at that time..." Chen Wangdu provided another piece of information.

"No wonder I was suppressed when I first entered the city." Li Mo was thoughtful.

"Before the rookie fight starts, you'd better keep a low profile...Of course, I still trust you in this regard."

Chen Wangdu looked at Li Mo with admiration.

When looking at Xuancheng, Li Mo was the most worry-free, forbearing and low-key, never causing trouble.

Now that he is in the capital, living in such a barren place, Li Mo will definitely be the same as before, doing his duty and minimizing his sense of existence.

In fact, living in this kind of place, even if you want to find a job, it is impossible.

In this regard, Chen Wangdu is 1 rest assured.

On the contrary, he has some concerns about Li Mo's strength. After all, Jiang Chen is a master of the spiritual breath realm. He has been instructed by [Bei Sha Xuan Zang], and now he is summoned by [Wu Zong].

With such strength and such a background, his reputation has already spread in the capital, and he is regarded as the best candidate for the rookie martial arts leader.

"This place is secluded, just for you to practice well."

Chen Wangdu left a word of encouragement, got up and left.

After all, he didn't want to stay in this kind of tomb-view room, and it was a bit unlucky for people in the officialdom to avoid it.

"Martial arts? Then I won't give you another chance..."

Li Mo murmured softly, looking at the deserted house, he suddenly felt a little hungry.

"It smells so good... who is cooking delicious food?"

At this moment, Li Mo's nose moved, following the tantalizing fragrance, he couldn't help walking to Uncle Ma's thatched hut.

Through the crack of the door, Li Mo saw that there was a stove on the dilapidated rotten wooden table, a big bone soup was boiling in the casserole, the meat was overflowing, and there were meatballs, mushrooms, vegetables, fish in the surrounding dishes. There are slices and other ingredients, and there is still warm wine next to it.

Uncle Ma boiled the vegetables, ate meat and wine, his mouth was full of oil, and the aroma was so delicious that he would make people greedy.

"This old thing really enjoys it."

Li Mo secretly sighed and couldn't help knocking on the door.

"Come in, the door is unlocked."

Uncle Ma didn't turn his head back, and continued to cook and eat.

"Master Ma, isn't it boring to eat alone? Do you want me to accompany you?" Li Mo asked with concern with a smile.

"It's the first time I've seen someone refer to Cengfan as respecting the elderly."

Uncle Ma cast a glance, but he didn't care about it, maybe it was because he stayed in this cemetery in the wilderness for too long, and he was inevitably lonely, so he pushed the extra bowls and chopsticks on the table to the opposite side.

Seeing this, Li Mo took advantage of the situation and sat down.

"Thank you, Madam."

Li Mo grinned, picked up the chopsticks, picked up a big stick bone from the pot, and sucked it into his mouth. The milky white bone marrow mixed with the miso soup melted in his mouth. Sheng Jin.

"Big bone that smells so good, where did it come from?" Li Mo couldn't help asking.

I don't know if it's because of his hunger, but he has never tasted such a delicious big bone in his life.

"The mountain is full of..." Uncle Ma said flatly.

As soon as the words were finished, the air in the hut instantly condensed. Li Mo suddenly raised his head, looked at the big stick bone in his hand, then at Uncle Ma, and finally turned his gaze to the mountain of graves outside the window.

"This riding horse won't be..."

"Young man, you're dirty again... I raise free-range pigs on the mountain." Uncle Ma said flatly.

"..."

"You are so young, I can't see that you are quite perverted."

"you……"

Li Mo curled his lips, swallowed the greetings full of belly, and then ate the meat in suspense.

Three rounds of wine, five flavors of food.

The old and the young talked more and more, and the wine in Uncle Ma's house was so strong that even Li Mo's face couldn't help but flush and drunk.

"Master Ma, ghosts don't come to this place, how can you stay here for 18 years?"

"What? You want to leave after only a day?" Uncle Ma sneered.

"Young man, there are noble people everywhere in the capital. As long as you have some special skills, it is not difficult to leave here."

"What specialty?" Li Mo couldn't help asking.

"Three years ago, a young man also came here. He was unwilling to succumb to fate, so he went to the Ejiao Mountain three hundred miles away, and asked the black donkey fairy there for advice. Finally, he got a specialty, and thus won the honor of the nobles in the capital. Favored, reached the sky in one step, and left here."

"What specialty is so powerful?" Li Mo asked.

Uncle Ma shook the wine glass in his hand, grinning, showing his yellow teeth.

"The specialty of reaching the stomach in one step...can you do it?"

"One step to the stomach!?"

Li Mo's dazed kung fu instantly understood, and he looked at himself subconsciously.

"awesome……"

"Young man, this is a talent... Not everyone can do it."

Uncle Ma stood up and swayed towards the bed.

"Close the door when you leave... By the way, don't go to Xishan..."

"why?"

"That's the [Demon Punishment Division] of Xuantian Hall, all the ghosts captured and brought into Beijing must be sent there first..." Uncle Ma said flatly.

The Department of Demon Punishment, which belongs to the Xingmen of Xuantian Eight Gates, conducts criminal interrogation for all ghosts captured and brought into Beijing, registers their brand marks, and then classifies them according to the results. Some who are willing to submit to humans and have value will enter the [Recruiting Demon Hall] , Serving the Xuantian Hall.

The fox demon Bai Xiangping that Li Mo met in Longyuan Mansion before was like this.

In addition, most of the ghosts are branded marks, which are directly handed over to [Prison Gate] for processing.

There are also a small number of people whose fate is even more miserable. They are directly executed on the spot, and the corpses are used for the second time. Some are alchemy, some are refining tools, and some are used as objects for cultivation.

Even many large commercial firms in the capital will purchase materials from these ghosts from [Xingmen].

Just like [Ba Li Shi Jia] the latest spring black star bag is made of [Black-tailed Alligator] leather, and these materials are specially ordered from Xingmen.

"Demon Punisher... Master Ma, you mean that all the ghosts entering the capital should be sent there first?" Li Mo couldn't help but reconfirmed.

"Of course...the place is very unclean. Ordinary people will lose their lives if they get close to it. Stay away."

"Understood, why would I go to that kind of place."

Li Mo nodded.

In the second half of the night, the Xishan Demon Criminal Division.

The ancient mansion is hidden in the mountains, and the moonlight is splashing, as if a giant beast is lurking, and it looks mysterious and strict.

This place is much more magnificent than the government office of Longyuan Mansion, especially the gate, which looks like the sharp teeth of a giant beast. There are 99 silver thorns on the upper and lower sides, and each one weighs a thousand catties. The chariots were smashed to pieces.

"This is the Demon Punishment Division...it really is spectacular."

In the dark night, Li Mo walked out slowly from the mountain depression and looked at the huge monster in the distance.

……

The depths of the Demon Punishment Division.

Inside the Nine Layers Prison, the dense monster aura surged like a black cloud, and there were bursts of roars.

Here, it is impossible for ordinary ghosts to be imprisoned in the Nine Layers Prison.

Most of them have broken through the existence of Jiulu ghosts, pure Yang Huadan, and psychic transformation.

This kind of ghost is called a spirit demon.

"You are such an ordinary person, how can you be qualified to be imprisoned in this nine-level prison?"

At this moment, a sound of urn resounded, like thunder rolling, mighty in all directions.

"A little tortoise... of what grade, is it locked up with me?"

The cold voice came from another direction, revealing boundless ferocity.

"I'm not a little turtle...my name is Wang Jiu..."

Suddenly, in the depths of the Nine Layers Prison, a faint voice resounded, which was almost insignificant amidst the continuous ferocity.

"Haha, Wang Jiu is just a little more than Wang Ba, and he is still a turtle..." The heavy voice resounded again, shaking the prison wall.

"Stupid... I am following the master's usual low-key and forbearance..."

"Nine poles are kings, and life is boundless!"

In the depths of the Nine Layers Prison, the indifferent voice resounded through, and in an instant, a terrifying aura rose up, like the blue sky hunting, shaking the sky, making the spirit monsters tremble with fear.