The poor monk who wears books will not go to hell

Borrowing Lu Qiuming's Warm Jade Bed for cultivation, He Jilin felt that this Warm Jade Bed was really helpful. His cultivation base in the middle stage of the only mind state had been fully consolidated and he could break through to the later stage at any time.

At dawn, He Jilin stopped meditating and found that Lu Qiuming was no longer in the room. When he left the room, he saw that Chun Wu had already started to practice in the courtyard, practicing the exercises that Lu Qiuming taught him.

During this period, Chun Wu suddenly became more diligent, practicing almost every day, and did not sleep at night like before, and actually practiced with them.

When Chun Wu saw him, he stopped what he was doing, kept silent, and said with his spiritual sense: "Master."

He Jilin laughed inwardly, since before Chunwu felt that his voice was unpleasant, he never spoke again. Fortunately, people in the Demon Palace are very busy recently, even Zhao Yuan never came again, so Chunwu didn't need to talk to anyone .

"Chunwu, I see that you have been practicing hard these days, why don't you come and challenge me now."

Chun Wu nodded, and rushed towards He Jilin, who used the technique Lu Qiuming taught him.

All the kung fu techniques Lu Qiuming learned tended to kill people, and their moves were more vicious and treacherous. Although Chun Wu had no murderous intentions, he could move fiercely. He still doesn't understand human's seven emotions and six desires, so there is no emotional fluctuation in his moves. If the opponent wants to distinguish his emotions from his hands, it may be difficult, and this kind of elusive opponent is precisely the most terrifying.

The two fought for a long time, but He Jilin finally stopped letting the water go, and directly put Chun Wu down, saying: "You have practiced well."

Chun Wu didn't have any emotions after losing, so he stood up and said with his spiritual sense: "Master, this disciple has continued to practice."

He Jilin nodded, then walked out of the courtyard, intending to find Fei Han.

Arriving at Fei Han's residence, Fei Han was refining alchemy, and the devil servant asked He Jilin to wait for a while, saying that Fei Han would finish refining soon.

He Jilin took a few sips of tea, and Fei Han walked out of the room with a smile. He was a little surprised to see him, and asked, "Jilin, why are you here when you're free?"

Seeing his tired face, He Jilin couldn't help saying: "The poor monk heard that Zhengdao is coming to encircle and suppress the Demon Palace. You have been refining medicine these days, is it very hard?"

Fei Han asked in surprise, "Did Your Majesty tell you?"

He Jilin nodded.

Fei Han sighed softly, "Jilin, Your Majesty does not intend for you to confront them."

He Jilin was slightly surprised, looked at Fei Han's meaningful eyes, changed the topic and said, "Actually, the poor monk has some questions and wants to seek answers."

Fei Han said with a gentle smile: "Ji Lin, but it's okay to say."

He Jilin thought for a while and asked, "You all know the identity of Luqiu's benefactor demon?"

Fei Han nodded, "That's right, why did Jilin ask this?"

"The poor monk is just a little puzzled. Why can't righteous people tolerate transgressions, but you can..." This question has troubled He Jilin for a long time. If it is because of the protagonist's personal charm, it doesn't make sense, after all The concept of scoffing at half-demons has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and this should not be solved by personal charm.

Fei Han understood what he had said, and said with a light smile, "Didn't Your Majesty tell you?"

He Jilin's eyes revealed confusion.

"We met Your Majesty in the demon world." He Jilin was amazed by his understatement.

"what do you mean?"

"That's right," Fei Han drank a cup of tea abruptly, and said calmly, "You should know that there are people who sell monster races in the human world, and there will naturally be people who sell people races in the demon world. Most people have been through things that are hard to look back on."

He Jilin felt guilty, and said: "It's the poor monk who is being rude."

Fei Han didn't care, he shook his head and smiled, "If it weren't for Your Majesty, we might not be alive today."

Only then did He Jilin figure it out.

"Jilin, I know that you are a disciple of the Buddha and a model of the righteous young generation. Before your lord, you were disrespectful to you, so please don't take it to heart. I can see that your lord attaches great importance to you. you you……"

"Xiao Wu." Lu Qiuming suddenly appeared outside the courtyard, and said solemnly.

Fei Han immediately got up and saluted.

Lu Qiuming entered the courtyard, glanced at He Jilin, and said stiffly: "Monk, I have something to discuss with Xiao Wu, you should go back first."

He Jilin heard the words, and thought: Is this Lu Qiuming really angry?Ever since he couldn't choose between Lu Qiuming and Rufozong that day, Lu Qiuming seemed to ignore him, but that's fine.

He Jilin bid farewell to the two and left slowly.

Looking at Lu Qiuming's dark face, Fei Han couldn't help asking worriedly: "Your Majesty, is something important happening?"

"Not at all." Lu Qiuming sat down directly, picked up the tea cup on the table and drank it.

"Your Majesty, that is Jilin's, I will bring you a new one..."

"No need." Lu Qiuming put down the teacup and said displeasedly, "Xiao Wu, don't call him Jilin from now on."

Fei Han asked in surprise, "My lord, what should it be called?"

Lu Qiuming lowered his eyes and lightly touched the wall of the cup with his fingertips, saying: "Except for this, you can do anything else."

Fei Han nodded with a vague understanding.

"What did the monk tell you?"

Fei Han told Lu Qiuming one by one the conversation between the two just now, and Lu Qiuming's face remained unchanged after listening to it, and he said: "If you have extra time, let's make more pills."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Fei Han complied, but felt a little puzzled in his heart.

When He Jilin returned to the door of Lu Qiuming's residence, thinking of Lu Qiuming's indifferent attitude towards him, he felt that it was not good for him to borrow his warm jade bed anymore, and it was not good for the two of them to live in the same room anymore.

That being the case, he should go back to his original residence.

He went back to the room next door, unexpectedly Huai Gu was still there, seeing him, Huai Gu was obviously a little surprised, but he didn't ask any more questions, he just said: "Buddha, do you have any orders?"

He Jilin shook his head and said, "Nothing."

Huaigu retreated with interest.

He Jilin sat alone in the room and practiced for a while, but found that his mind was unstable and the exercises were not running smoothly. He sighed slightly in his heart, so he took out a piece of wood and a knife from the Qiankun bag, intending to carve a gift for Fei Including.

As soon as the outline of the face was carved, I heard a voice outside the door saying: "I worship you, my lord."

As soon as He Jilin put down the unfinished wood carving, Lu Qiuming opened the door and came in.

"What are you doing here?" Lu Qiuming asked with a dark handsome face.

He Jilin got up and said: "The poor monk will practice here in the future."

Lu Qiuming grabbed his wrist all of a sudden, held back the unreasonable anger in his heart, and said in a deep voice: "Follow me back."

"Why?" He Jilin broke free from his hand and asked coldly.

Lu Qiuming stared at him, "If the monks don't tell lies, you will do what you promised."

He Jilin: That's forced to do nothing.

"It's not my heart."

Lu Qiuming didn't accept such an excuse, and said: "Whether it's your heart or not, monk, you have to be responsible for your own words." After he finished speaking, he went to pull He Jilin's wrist again.

He Jilin flew out of the house and came to the courtyard, with eight-petaled lotus flowers blooming all over his body, rushing towards Lu Qiuming.

Lu Qiuming stared at him in disbelief, using his magic power to condense a magic sword, split the one closest to him like lightning, and then one after another until all eight petals disappeared into nothingness.

He walked in front of He Jilin, stared at He Jilin with his dark eyes, and asked in a low and hoarse voice: "Monk, you can't keep your word."

In fact, He Jilin faintly felt that something was wrong, he didn't know what was wrong with him, why he was so impulsive?He didn't understand why he suddenly launched an attack on Lu Qiuming, it seemed that an invisible hand was controlling him, making him reveal his thoughts in the bottom of his heart.

He closed his eyes and kept chanting Buddhist scriptures silently in his heart, intending to suppress that impulse.

Lu Qiuming thought that he closed his eyes because he didn't want to see him, and he couldn't help but feel more mixed emotions, such as sourness, loneliness, and disappointment. Split from it, and the house collapsed in an instant.

The movement here drew Chun Wu over, and he stared blankly at the two people in the yard who were at war with swords, with a helpless expression on his face.

He Jilin suddenly opened his eyes, and saw the ruins in front of him. After searching inside with his spiritual sense, he found that the uncarved wood carving had completely disappeared. Could it be that it was chopped off by Lu Qiuming's sword energy? crush?

Seeing him staring at the collapsed house without saying a word, Lu Qiuming actually regretted it in his heart, but he didn't feel that he had done anything wrong.

"Monk, come back with me." His voice unconsciously lost some confidence.

"Okay." He Jilin had already calmed down, but he still couldn't figure out why he was so impulsive just now.

Lu Qiuming secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

"Monk, you seem to be a little unusual today." Lu Qiuming, who had calmed down, also realized something was wrong.

He Jilin himself still admires Lu Qiuming, but Lu Qiuming's domineering behavior is really too much for him now, and he doesn't really want to talk to Lu Qiuming.

"Benefactor Luqiu, the poor monk was a little rude just now, please forgive me."

Seeing him like this, Lu Qiuming naturally wouldn't entangle with him about his talent, and said: "I cultivate faster there, why do you come back here?"

He Jilin felt a little awkward, so he had no choice but to not answer.

Chun Wu saw that the tension between the two was no longer there, so he went back to continue his practice.

"Monk, you go to practice, I still have business to deal with." Lu Qiuming said after bringing He Jilin back to his residence.

He Jilin nodded and said, "Thank you Luqiu benefactor."

At this time, Ning Lu suddenly said outside the courtyard: "My lord! This subordinate has something important to report!"

Lu Qiuming said, "Come in."

Ning Lu was expressionless, but her tone revealed a little anxiety, "Your Majesty, many strongholds in the Demon Palace have been discovered and destroyed!"

Lu Qiuming's complexion changed, he stepped out of the courtyard, and said: "Call all the hall masters and ask them to come to the hall as soon as possible to discuss in detail!"

Condensation followed him out of the yard.

He Jilin sighed slightly in his heart: what should come still came.