I am darkness, I will suppress all enemies

Unlike most people, this young man in black robe appeared silently, as if he walked out of thin air from the darkness of the forest.

Ye Wu Kuang glanced at the monks around him with an expressionless face.

The monks around him met his dark and deep eyes and felt his chilling cold temperament, and they subconsciously avoided him and dared not look at him.

"A monk who is not easy to mess with."

This was almost the first reaction of the monks present after seeing Ye Wukuang.

He walked straight to an empty table and chair in a corner and sat down. Then Ye Wu Kuang spoke calmly:

"Two cups of tea."

The sound was not loud, but the wood spirit in the house could hear it clearly. Soon after, it came over with two long legs made of tree roots.

Ye Wukuang ordered two cups of old tea.

"So he came here to rest as well." After seeing this, the people around felt relieved.

After all, the sudden appearance of a monk who looked unfriendly in this desolate mountain and wilderness was not a good thing for everyone present.

However, seeing that this person didn't look at them too much, everyone present felt a lot more at ease.

As for why this young man in black robe ordered two cups of tea, no one paid attention to this detail.

Maybe he was drinking it himself, or maybe he was waiting for someone.

Thinking of this, everyone started talking to each other again.

The pink girls looked at Ye Wu Kuang secretly from time to time, and couldn't help but sigh inwardly. There are actually such handsome people in the world.

"Ahem." Fu Jian Qingnian coughed twice. When he saw his junior sister come back to her senses and look at him, he warned her earnestly.

"Junior sister, this person is not to be trifled with. You can tell at a glance that he is a demon cultivator. This kind of cultivator is the most moody. You'd better not look at him, or he might do something to you if he gets upset."

"Ah? A demon monk? No way, I don't think he is a demon monk, but more like a disciple of some big sect."

The girl in the pink skirt spoke and unconsciously looked towards Ye Wukuang's profile.

“Alas…” The young man carrying the sword sighed deeply upon seeing this.

This little sister of mine is ignorant of worldly affairs and has been staying in the sect since she started practicing, protected by the sect. How could she possibly understand the cruelty of the outside world?

Thinking of this, the young man carrying the sword had no choice but to patiently explain to her through voice transmission.

"This person has a dark temperament and a chilling feeling all over his body, which means that the technique he practices must be a magic technique."

"Junior sister, you have never met such people, so it's normal that you don't understand the benefits and risks. Listen to my brother, don't look at him, drink the spiritual tea and have a good rest, and we will set off immediately."

Seeing her senior brother's serious expression, the pink girl nodded quickly. Then she lowered her head and stopped looking at the black-robed young man not far away.

"Grandpa, what is this harvest rain you just mentioned?"

Not far away, at a wooden table, sat a grandfather and his grandson. The old man had white hair and a kind face.

The girl who was speaking was about seven or eight years old, with a cute and tender face and bright eyes. In front of her was a cup of spiritual tea that was almost finished.

"Hehehe, a rain of harvest."

Hearing the girl's question, the old man answered with a smile.

"It is said that a long time ago, before Lord Luoshen passed away, he integrated his cultivation and everything into the Luoshen Ruins. Every thousand years, he would use a portion of his original power and cultivation to nourish all living things in Luoshen City in the form of rain."

"This is the love that Lady Luoshen has for us. Whether we are mortals, beggars, monks, or even powerful beings or immortals, we can all receive her love..."

"Because during the Harvest Rain, no matter who you are or what your cultivation level is, as long as you enter Luoshen City, this rain will fall on you, cleansing your body and soul, and enhancing your cultivation and spirit..."

"Wow..." Hearing this, the girl's eyes were already sparkling.

"Lady Luoshen is so nice. She must be a great beauty."

"Haha, of course, Lady Luoshen is extremely beautiful, extremely beautiful." The old man laughed when he heard that.

"It is said that where she is, all flowers will stop blooming out of shame. The sun will cover its light with dark clouds, and even thunderbolts will not bear to harm her skin..."

"Puchi...Haha, old man, you are exaggerating." Someone at a table not far from the grandfather and grandson couldn't help but laugh out loud when he heard this.

There were also many monks around who were listening to the old man's story, and they all shook their heads with a smile on their faces.

A woman can be extremely beautiful, but to be as beautiful as the old man described is too exaggerated, especially the part about Lei Jie not being able to bear to harm Luo Shen's skin. Many people sneered when they heard it.

"Lulululululu..." The little girl made a face at the big man who started to laugh at her grandfather.

"Aha!" The burly, rough-looking man raised his eyebrows when he saw this scene.

"Little girl, don't listen to your grandfather's bragging, that's all lies from fairy tales."

"It keeps on going, it's just like a turtle chanting sutras." The girl covered her ears and shook her head.

Seeing this scene, the big man's mouth twitched and the people around him couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Haha, it's really lively here..."

However, at this moment, a deep voice suddenly came out, and the laughter of the people present stopped abruptly...