My wife is the sect leader

Yu Sipei waved his hand, "Go down first."

The woman in black clasped her fists, leaned over and retreated downstairs.

"It's a pity."

Yu Sipei took out a piece of white letter paper from his cuff. It seemed that the white letter paper had been read dozens of times, and there were wrinkles in it.

"Immortal blood, is it really so magical?"

This white letter paper was a secret order passed to him by Qi Xuandao, which contained information about the introduction of immortal blood.

Immortal blood can not only greatly increase the strength of the person who swallows it, but also has the effect of real energy, refining the internal organs, and reaching the point of increasing lifespan.

In addition to introducing the undead blood, there is also a piece of information about the location of the undead blood.

When necessary, report the information about the immortal blood to Jiang Shang.

When Yu Sipei saw this, even his heart couldn't help jumping up.

With his aptitude, it is absolutely impossible to reach the realm of a great master, so his life is nothing more than the lifespan of an ordinary person, so he is naturally yearning for this immortal blood.

It's just that he didn't understand why he gave Jiang Shang information about the immortal blood.

Could it be that Master Qi is not at all tempted by this undead blood?

........

To the west of Yunlin City, there is an endless desert.

The strong wind hit, the sand was flying, and the sky was dark.

In the boundless desert, desolate and lonely, full of wind and sand all year round permeates this... desolate and lonely land that has been forgotten by the world. The world is full of yellow sand.

In the desert, it seems that only a few dead trees can add some insignificant vitality to this land. Occasionally, the loud and clear cry of the north-returning geese echoes in the silent sky.

Desolate and dilapidated, lonely and vast.

Pure Land Pure Land refers to a pure world without the vulgarity of the world.

The yellow sand here is long, as if it has really been swept away by people.

And the so-called Three Thousand Buddha Kingdom of Buddhism is established in this "poor mountains and bad waters".

An Jing stood in the middle of the vast wind and sand, and there was a piece of yellow sand in front of his eyes. He didn't know how long it took before he saw a small town.

Walking into the small town, there are houses built of loess everywhere, and the banners of the wine shops are fluttering in the wind, making a sound of hunting.

There are caravans with camels carrying goods at the door, and there are several monks wearing monk robes. At this time, everyone is in a circle, as if they are discussing something.

In the past, An Jing traveled in the Great Yan Jianghu, and the people in the Jianghu all spoke the official dialect of the Yan Kingdom. Even the local dialect was somewhat similar, so he could guess one or two, but at this moment he couldn't understand the language spoken by everyone.

An Jing leaned over, wanting to see what was going on.

Surrounding the past, I saw three corpses lying in a pool of blood under the loess in front of me, one of them was wearing a Buddhist monk's robe, and the other two were dressed in strange clothes like people in the Jianghu. He was killed with one blow, and there was still a trace of panic in his eyes, which showed that the person who shot was very fast.

Several monks were stepping forward to look at the corpse, each with a very serious expression, as if they were looking for clues.

The people around were also pointing at the corpse, with a bit of fear on their faces.

"Knife gas?"

An Jing looked at the corpse and said secretly.

On these three corpses there is still saber qi remaining, and it is obvious that he is also a saber master.

Today, there are four major swordsmen and one sword god.

The four major swordsmen are Tang Taiyuan, Muyuan Dharma King, Aoshuang Daolu Qiujian, and Tianpeng Patriarch. Two of the four were defeated by An Jing.

And this sword god is none other than Qi Xuandao, the master of the Black Ice Platform.

However, he has seldom made a move in front of everyone in the world, and what is left is only a piece of legend and myth.

Under these five people, there are many swordsmen with top strength, and among them are several master-level masters, who are mixed in the world's rivers and lakes.

But An Jing is not interested in such things.

At this moment, he encountered a difficulty. He originally wanted to ask the direction of Lingtai Temple through these monks, but because of the language barrier, he didn't know how to go forward and ask for a while.

"Um!?"

At this moment, he found a caravan not far away, all wearing the costumes of the Yan Kingdom, and the leader was a rather burly middle-aged man with a long knife across his body.

An Jing found that the middle-aged man had calluses on his jaw and fingers, and he must have been a martial arts practitioner all year round.

Beside him is a young girl with delicate features and a warm hat on her head, looking at the corpse not far away, with a nervous expression on her face.

An Jing's heart moved, he walked forward slowly and clasped his fists: "Is this brother from Yan Kingdom?"

The middle-aged man heard the voice and looked over. In front of him was a young man in white clothes. His eyes were bright and energetic, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, giving people a feeling of spring breeze.

The middle-aged man nodded and looked at An Jing warily, "Exactly."

An Jing smiled lightly and said, "Han Wenxin, a person from Yuzhou City, Jiangnan Road, has just arrived in the Pure Land of Buddhism and wanted to go to Lingtai Temple. Because of the language barrier, he lost his way and wanted to seek your guidance."

"I see."

The middle-aged man also laughed after hearing this, "Deng Jiuhai, a person from Linhai City on Jinghai Road, it seems that this is the first time for my little brother to come to the pure land of Buddhism."

After Deng Jiuhai knew An Jing's identity, he seemed very enthusiastic.

It turns out that Deng Jiuhai has been in business for generations. He has followed his father to run a business since he was 12 years old. He has been to all over the world, Houjin, Zhao Kingdom, Nanman, Buddhist Pure Land, and even the border area of ​​Guishuang.

And this time, he took his eldest daughter Deng Rujin to go to Guishuang through the pure land of Buddhism, and exchanged silk and tobacco for some gold, jade and other precious items.

Although it looks like a lot of money is being made, there are many dangers along the way, and a little carelessness will lead to death.

Due to frequent business runs, Deng Jiuhai is very enthusiastic and talkative.

An Jing couldn't help asking: "Brother Deng, what's going on in this street?"

Deng Jiuhai frowned, "It is said that a swordsman appeared in the Pure Land, who came out of nowhere, and has been challenging the masters in the Pure Land for a long time. At this time, the entire Pure Land is full of panic."

"Some people say it's from Guishuang, and some say it's from Yan Kingdom, but no one knows the exact situation. Buddhist masters have already started hunting for this swordsman. I didn't expect that Shuangqi Town died again today. Several people."

When Deng Rujin next to him heard this, his face became more serious, and his eyes looked at the goods behind him from time to time.

An Jing gave Deng Rujin a very strange look, always feeling that she was too nervous.

After all, the swordsman was just challenging the masters, and he didn't seem interested in the caravan.

Perhaps it was the reason for running a business for the first time.

Things like this happen all the time in Dayan Jianghu, there are always new masters challenging established masters, wanting to make a name for themselves.

In the rivers and lakes, the fastest way to become famous is to kill people.

An Jing was not very interested in the swordsman, and continued to ask: "Brother Deng, do you know the direction of Lingtai Temple?"

"Out of the west gate, go west for three hundred miles and you will see Lingtai Temple, one of the holy places of Buddhism."

Deng Jiuhai pointed to the west, and then thought of something to remind him: "In the pure land of Buddhism, Yan's copper coins are useless, and many people don't want silver, but gold is very precious."

An Jing nodded, "I see, thank you Brother Deng for reminding me."

The two chatted for a few more words before An Jing took his leave and left.

Looking at the back, Deng Jiuhai couldn't help putting away the smile on his face, and said: "The world will soon be in chaos, and it will be extremely difficult to survive in this world."

He is a merchant, a merchant who travels around the world, and he is much more sensitive to the situation in the world than many people.

Deng Rujin asked curiously: "Father, what do you think that person came to the Pure Land for? He looks like a Lianjiazi."

Although An Jing looks very handsome, but there are several brocade-wrapped weapons on his back, which makes people look sideways.

Deng Jiuhai touched the long knife at his waist, and said, "Whether he kills and sets fire, or burns, kills and loots, it has nothing to do with us anyway, we just need to deliver the goods to the designated place."

Deng Rujin shrank her neck, then nodded and said, "I see."

........

After An Jing came out from the west side of the town, he headed west all the way.

Wherever you see it, the yellow sand is endless, stretching as far as the eye can see, as if there is no end in sight.

Compared with the land of Yan Kingdom, the population here is very sparse, and it takes about a hundred miles to see a single population.

An Jing was running extremely fast, like a ray of light passing through the wind and sand. At this time, a long-lost brilliance came from the book of the ground, and it was still a purple brilliance.

"Hint [-]: There is a purple opportunity near the host."

An Jing was shocked, knowing that the purple brilliance of the book from the ground is almost negligible.

The purple brilliance corresponds to the "Nine Nether Purgatory Magic Code", "Jade Emperor Sutra", "Dari Tathagata Zen Sutra" and other martial arts methods that surpass the level of Tianwu.

Opportunities like this are almost impossible to come by.

Thinking of this, An Jing didn't hesitate, and flew away into the distance according to the instructions of the book on the ground.

After walking another five or six miles, the wind and sand gathered here, and small tornadoes formed around them.

The purple brilliance in the ground is getting stronger and stronger.

"Um!?"

Suddenly, a black shadow appeared in front of him.

The black shadow flashed past, surprisingly fast, it just appeared in the blink of an eye and then disappeared.

"Master!?"

An Jing also noticed the shadow, his eyes narrowed into a slit.

To be able to give him such a feeling, at least he must be a master of four qi, or even a master of five qi.

And there are only two masters above the four qi masters of the Buddhist Pure Land, one is the Buddhist Tianyi Bodhisattva, and the other is the mysterious and unpredictable Xiha Buddha.

Could it be that hip-hop Buddha! ?

"No, Xiha Buddha is a master of Buddhism. When the figure was scattered just now, his figure didn't look like a master of Buddhism. Could it be that swordsman from Guishuang?"

An Jing thought for a moment, then continued to walk forward.

The Pure Land of Buddhism had little contact with the Kingdom of Yan before, and Buddhism had always been a taboo sect in the Kingdom of Yan before, so the Buddhism in the Kingdom of Yan was also very mysterious, let alone the land of the Pure Land.

Guishuang actually has a swordsman with a cultivation base of four qi or above! ?

After dozens of steps, the surrounding wind became more and more violent, forming a series of sandstorms.

Then these sandstorms gathered more and more, and suddenly formed a yellow dragon, soaring into the sky.

rustle...

And this sandstorm like a giant yellow dragon put great pressure on An Jing, and he could not help but circulate his true energy, blocking the energy ahead.

The wind and sand are getting bigger and bigger, and this world has become a world of wind and sand.

Because of the rapid rotation of the wind and sand, it formed an energy that is sharper than Jianguang. If a master who is not a master is blown by this energy, and there is no real energy to stop him, the flesh and blood will be blown away immediately and turned into bones. It can be seen that the wind and sand are strong.

And An Jing not only blocked the front with true energy, but also activated the Brahma Heart to see me.

"Wow!"

At this time, the purple brilliance on the book from the ground reappeared.

"Could it be that the purple chance is at the bottom of the sand?" An Jing couldn't help but look at his feet.

Suddenly, the black shadow emerged again.

An Jing's clothes were blown by the strong wind, making a rattling sound, and looked forward.

The man's face was full of flesh, with a big belly, and his appearance looked rather weird. A faint golden light covered his body to block the violent wind.

The golden light of Buddhist body protection! ?

Seeing this, An Jing was shocked.

It is rumored that Xiha Buddha looks like a big belly and drooping ears. Could it be that this is really the master of Buddhism who sees the head and sees the dragon?

But he is here, is it because of that purple chance?

What is this purple opportunity?

The two stood in the wind and sand, their robes were blown by the strong wind, and their eyes began to meet in the air.

An Jing asked directly: "The master is the Xiha Buddha?"

Xiha Buddha said: "Almsgiver, the poor monk gives you a good word, leave this place quickly."