In the fast crossing, she relies on beauty and commits murder

Chapter 449 The Legend of the Charming Demon (43)

As soon as the group of monks crossed the barrier, their expressions became a little more serious.

The old man at the head flicked the large string of prayer beads wrapped around his wrist several times, and the wrinkles on his brows became deeper.

"Abbot, the demonic energy on the side of the mortal world's enchantment has not dissipated, and that thing has escaped here!"

A monk behind did the same, his eyes still darting around the area around the barrier.

The old man calmed down a lot at this time: "Let's take out the compass and find out the whereabouts of the monster, and settle this matter as soon as possible, so that we can go back as soon as possible."

As soon as he finished speaking, a teenage monk behind him took out a disc-shaped object from his cloth pocket.

There are many unclear lines engraved on this disc, which is extremely complicated, but there is a shaking pointer in the middle, which swayed slightly with his movements.

The little monk stepped forward quickly and handed the compass to Chong Yuan who was standing beside the old man.

Chong Yuan, who was dressed in a snow-white monk robe, did not refuse, took the compass and put it in the palm of his hand, stretched out two fingers with the other hand, and clicked on the most middle point.

A burst of golden light instantly disappeared from his fingertips into the compass.

The pointer on the compass vibrated violently as if stimulated by some force, and then turned around quickly. The movement was so violent that it seemed to fly away from the compass itself.

Chong Yuan never took his fingers away, and began to whisper the Buddha's name in his mouth.

The pointer slowly stabilized with the passage of time.

tick...

tick...

tick...

At the end, it only swayed side to side in two directions.

"Click!"

With the last sound, the pointer that had been shaking for a long time finally stopped, pointing to a direction from a distance—it was where the capital was.

Monk Chongyuan's eyes moved accordingly, and when he found the final destination, his eyes were in a daze for a moment, as if he remembered something, and the corners of his mouth even raised a little uncontrollably, as if he was in a happy mood.

"Chongyuan?" The old man next to him suddenly said, which made him wake up from his short-term absence.

He quickly took back the compass, and respectfully said to the old man, "Master, it's in the direction of the capital."

"The capital city..." The old man frowned again, "Could it be that that thing wants to borrow the spirit of a real dragon... If so, there is no need to worry about it in a short time."

True Dragon Qi is not so easy to obtain.

The devilish energy of that monster is much heavier than that of ordinary magic cultivators. If you really want to borrow the energy of a real dragon, ordinary royal heirs are not enough. Only those with the air of an emperor can really be effective.

However, the real dragon spirit on the emperor is the focus of Tiandao's attention. It is not so easy for monsters to get their hands on it.

In this way, their itinerary is not so tense, and it is not a bad idea to plan slowly.

"Master," Monk Chongyuan hesitated to speak, thought for a while, and finally said, "May I leave for half a day to find someone and then go to the capital to meet you?"

The others looked at him in surprise.

However, the old man seemed to understand everything, and only smiled lightly: "Yes. I will go ahead with your juniors and nephews and go to the capital to deploy. You can come back when the time comes."

Hearing this, Chong Yuan breathed a sigh of relief secretly, saluted the old man again, and after greeting the other companions, he turned around and disappeared in front of their eyes.

Someone looked at him eager to leave, and looked at the old man curiously: "Abbot, Master Chongyuan... Who is he looking for? Seeing him like this, nothing will happen, right?"

The old man smiled and shook his head: "Let him go."

After saying this sentence, there was a hint of worry on his face, but it was not noticed by others: "Time is fate, this is the doom he should spend..."

The others looked at each other in blank dismay, but didn't ask any more questions after all.

A group of people took a short rest before disappearing in place.

"Fresh crispy fruit, six copper coins a catty, cheap and delicious!"

"You pancakes! You pancakes! You pancakes just out of the pan!"

"A new flavor of steamed stuffed buns, with thin skin and lots of fillings, rich in juice, after eating one, I want to eat another basket!"

"..."

Today is the fair, and the street is crowded with all kinds of small vendors, each with its own slogan, and it is very lively to shout.

The faces of the people who came to the market were also beaming, and they kept looking back and forth at the surrounding stalls. When they found a product they liked, they would rush forward to bid with the vendors.

But there was a young monk wearing a snow-white monk's robe, passing through the crowd.

He has a very handsome appearance, a pair of black eyes with a hint of indifference hidden under the soft surface, he has a unique and independent demeanor, once he enters the crowd, he will give people a strange feeling of standing out from the crowd.

But the strange thing is that the crowded crowd in the market seemed to be totally oblivious to his existence, and no one's eyes stayed on him for a moment.

Moreover, it was obviously crowded into a bunch, but where he passed, those people would always push back unconsciously to make way for him, but they themselves seemed to have no idea what they had done .

On such a bustling and noisy route, the monk walked in a leisurely manner, and his sleeves were not even touched by anyone.It was as if there was a transparent hood that separated him from the crowd around him.

After passing through the market, he stopped and stared at an alley for a long time.

He looked down at the monk robe on his body, touched the top of his head again, a smile appeared on his face, shook his head, and put down his palm.

As his hands were lowered from his head, the whole body of the monk changed instantly.

On the originally bare head, a full head of black hair has grown, bound by a light blue turban.

The snow-white monk robe on his body was also replaced by a jade-white brocade robe at this time.

The clothes didn't look gorgeous, and didn't even have any extra lines, as if they had just changed the style of the previous monk's robe and put it on him. It was extremely simple.

However, the cloth does not look shabby.

What's more, his own temperament seems to be particularly suitable for such simple clothes. Not only will he not make people feel dull, but he will look more dusty and elegant.

Even the straw sandals on her feet have become a pair of boots that match the brocade robe.

The completely new monk raised his hand and put it in front of him. Suddenly, there was a folding fan in his hand. With his movements, he unfolded it with a "swipe", revealing the simple ink painting on it.

"call……"

He looked down at his attire, with a look of apprehension and anticipation, and walked into the alley just like that.

(End of this chapter)