The poor monk who wears books will not go to hell

A large number of elders and disciples of Tianyi Sect suddenly appeared in the territory around the magic palace, and Lu Qiuming called all the halls to prepare for the defense.

Lu Qiuming's status as a half-demon is well known to everyone. For Zhengdao, they have more confidence in crusade against the Demon Palace.

A half-demon who regards righteousness as an enemy is so rampant in the human world, how can they bear it?Moreover, the elders of Tianyimen also lost their lives at the hands of Lu Qiuming, they have to express their anger no matter what.

Tianyi Sect is not much closer to the Demon Palace than other sects, but before the Piaoxiu Pavilion, Liujian Sect, and Rufo Sect were blocked by killers on their way.

The magic palace is hidden in a mountain forest. The mountains are high and the forest is deep.

Magic Palace.

After discussing the strategy against the enemy with everyone, Lu Qiuming arranged them one by one, ordered them to perform their duties, and everyone led the order. After thinking for a while, he walked towards He Jilin's new courtyard.

He stepped into the courtyard and saw Chun Wu and Zhao Yuan practicing sparring.Because Zhao Yuan's cultivation base has risen too fast and his realm is still not stable, Chun Wu wants to let him grow rapidly by fighting against the enemy.

Zhao Yuan was still a bit reluctant to let go of Chun Wu at first, but after getting Chun Wu's cold eyes a few times, he cheered up and fought hard with Chun Wu, who was suppressing his cultivation level, while Hai Jiao closed his eyes and rested in boredom .

Lu Qiuming ignored the two people in the courtyard, walked to He Jilin's room and said, "Monk."

The door opened by itself, and He Jilin was sitting cross-legged on the couch, and opened his eyes after he entered the room.

"What's the matter looking for the poor monk?" He looked at Lu Qiuming, there was no wave in his eyes, and the silence was terrifying.

"What... did you see in the magic prison?" Lu Qiuming endured and endured, but still asked.

He Jilin replied indifferently: "Forgive the poor monk for not having anything to say."

Lu Qiuming was keenly aware of He Jilin's change. If it had been left before, the monk would definitely not kill two lives in a row with his own hands, which made him a little worried.

"Monk, why did you do it yourself today?"

He Jilin said: "They want to kill the poor monk, but the poor monk is just trying to settle the cause and effect."

"Did you have a problem with your cultivation?"

He Jilin glanced at him, got up and went to the courtyard, said: "You and I have a duel."

Lu Qiuming asked, "Why?"

But He Jilin didn't return to him, but directly attacked him, the wind of the fist unexpectedly brought some ruthlessness, and came straight to Lu Qiuming's face, Lu Qiuming backed away to dodge, and concentrated on fighting him.

As a result, the entire yard was messed up by the two groups of duels. After the stop, the decorations in the yard had been reduced to dust. In fact, they had minimized the damage during the fight.

"Your Buddhist fist seems to have changed a bit." Lu Qiuming hit the nail on the head.

He Jilin nodded and said: "The poor monk mixed the boxing techniques taught by Master Luqiu to Chun Wu with Buddhist boxing, and please don't mind the poor monk stealing his master."

Lu Qiuming smiled at him and said softly, "Of course not."

"Thank you." He Jilin thanked him, and continued, "The poor monk has another merciless request."

"You said."

"Is there someone who refines weapons in the magic palace? The poor monk needs a Buddhist stick."

Chun Wu heard the words, and immediately moved to his side, saying: "Master, I."

He Jilin patted his head, "Chun Wu, you are really overqualified as a weapon, you have your own battlefield."

Chun Wuxiang listened to him and nodded.

"Why should the monk look far away?" Lu Qiuming smiled deeper.

He Jilin understood the meaning of his words, and said, "I don't know if Luqiu benefactor has..."

Lu Qiuming interrupted him, and took out a golden Buddha stick from the Qiankun bag. For some reason, there were some black lines on the Buddha stick, "Actually, I have long thought that you lack a stick. It’s done, but I’m afraid you won’t accept it, so I’ve kept it dusty inside, and now I can finally take it out. If you don’t like this style, I can still follow your ideas..."

"No need, the poor monk likes it very much." He Jilin took the Buddhist stick, and as soon as he touched it, he knew that this material must be very common.

Seeing that he really liked it, Lu Qiuming was extremely happy, and said, "You can establish contact with it now."

He Jilin dripped the blood from his fingertips into the Buddhist stick as he said. After a while, he felt the feeling of connectedness. He was immersed in this feeling. Lu Qiuming suddenly took a step forward and held him still dripping with blood. finger and put it in his mouth.

He Jilin suddenly looked up at him, wanting to withdraw his finger, but was restrained by Lu Qiuming.

Lu Qiuming licked the blood on his finger clean, then let him go, but still held his hand, with a smile on the corner of his lips, staring deeply at He Jilin, "The monk's blood tastes very good. good."

He Jilin withdrew his hand without changing his face, and said calmly: "The poor monk still needs to practice, Luqiu benefactor is busy with affairs, so don't waste time."

Lu Qiuming approached him, and said in a low voice: "Monk, do you know that your behavior of crossing the river and destroying the bridge is very chilling."

He Jilin looked back at him, "I don't know."

Lu Qiuming felt sour, but still suggested: "Monk, go back to my place to practice."

"it is good."

This was obviously beyond Lu Qiuming's expectation, he couldn't believe it and asked again: "Monk, I mean, you go back to my place to practice."

He Jilin nodded.

Lu Qiuming was excited for a moment and didn't think much about it. After a while, he calmed down and felt that the monk seemed to be waiting for his words... The monk couldn't save face and come back, his words completely gave him a step down. !

However, why do monks value cultivation so much now?

A day later, Ninglu came to report, "Your Majesty, the Tianyi Gate has started to go up the mountain, and the deployment in the mountain has been completed, please give me instructions!"

Lu Qiuming nodded, turned his head and asked He Jilin, "Monk, would you like to take a look?"

He Jilin nodded and replied: "Yes."

So Chunwu and Zhao Yuan followed suit.

The terrain of the Demon Palace is easy to defend and difficult to attack, and there are many traps and formations in the forest, it is not easy for the people of Tianyimen to attack.

Immortal cultivators have far-sighted eyesight, Lu Qiuming took them to a hidden high ground, overlooking those Tianyi Sect disciples who wanted to climb the peak.

He Jilin fixed his eyes and saw those disciples of the Tianyi Sect still struggling at the foot of the mountain, some were injured by the mechanism and temporarily lost their fighting power, some were taken into the ditch by the formation, and they were dizzy on the spot, or they were in the same place as the formation. Virtual enemies fight desperately.

As for those elders with relatively advanced cultivation bases, they have rich experience, slowly deciphering the mechanisms and formations, and the speed of going up the mountain is much faster.

"Chunwu, Zhao Yuan, do you want to practice your hand?" Lu Qiuming asked suddenly.

Both of them nodded fiercely.

"Where is the monk?" He asked He Jilin again.

"Together." Since He Jilin has already chosen Lu Qiuming's camp, it's not just lip service.

The four first targeted the elders and disciples of the Tianyi sect who were traveling with them. The two elders were both at the late stage of leaving the body, and the two disciples were only at the Nascent Soul stage.

"The people of the Demon Palace are really good at using these ghost tricks!" A grumpy elder couldn't help cursing.

"Elder, when will we be able to arrive at the Demon Palace?" They usually fly with swords and arrive in no time, but now they are restrained by the formation of the Demon Palace, and there is no way to rush forward.However, they have not been able to break the magic circle of the magic palace.

"Elder, there is no way for us to go on like this!" Another disciple said dejectedly.

The elder was about to reply when four figures suddenly appeared in front of them.

"Who are you?" A disciple asked in surprise.

"Lu Qiuming?" One of the elders recognized Lu Qiuming and took a step back in shock.

"Ji Lin!" Another disciple exclaimed, "It turns out that the rumors are true, you really fell into the devil's way and joined Lu Qiuming!"

He Jilin glanced at him indifferently, "The poor monk has the way of the poor monk, and outsiders have no right to comment."

"You monstrous monk!" The irascible elder scolded angrily, "How can the Buddha forgive you for degrading yourself?"

"That's what the Buddha has the final say on, why do you have to do it for me?" He Jilin held a Buddhist stick in his hand, and waved it at him without much nonsense.

Chun Wu and Zhao Yuan fought with the two disciples respectively, while Lu Qiuming directly fought with another elder who was in the late stage of leaving his body.

The four of He Jilin had an overwhelming advantage, but Zhao Yuan didn't have much fighting experience, and he was a little clumsy at first, but he was talented after all, and the Yaozu had a natural fighting blood, the more time passed, the more proficient he became.

He Jilin is now only in the late stage of the state of mind, and he is evenly matched with the elders in the battle, but he has no fear, and the Buddha stick turned into a phantom, completely surrounding the elder. You monster monk! You have lost the face of righteousness!"

He Jilin didn't hear it, he only had victory in his heart, what did others say to him?

Seeing that the general hadn't succeeded, the elder said again: "Do you know how many people ridiculed your master? How much shock has Rufozong received because of you?"

He Jilin glanced at him indifferently, nine lotuses floated out, and all eight lotus flowers attacked away. The Great Brahma Palm swooped down in mid-air. He Jilin was protected by the lotus, holding a Buddhist stick, ignoring the elder's attack , stabbed at the elder's dantian with all his strength!

The triple attack all fell on the opponent, the elder's internal organs and dantian were all severely injured, he fell on the ground and vomited blood, his face was like gold paper.

He Jilin wanted to raise the Buddhist stick to give him a fatal blow, but someone beat him one step ahead and wiped out the elder's life.

He looked at Lu Qiuming, and Lu Qiuming explained: "It doesn't look good with blood on this stick."

"Master." Chun Wu and Zhao Yuan killed two disciples together and returned to their side.

"Chun Wu, you and Zhao Yuan go to other places to find those disciples to practice, and your master and I go to other places to find some elders." Lu Qiuming said.

Chun Wu nodded, and left with Zhao Yuan.

Lu Qiuming asked: "The monk said where should I go?"

"random."

"Okay, then I'll follow you." Lu Qiuming laughed softly.

He Jilin looked at him in surprise, and walked in one direction, Lu Qiuming followed suit.

"Monk! Be careful!" He suddenly shouted behind him.

He Jilin only felt that his body was suddenly hugged into his arms from behind, and the hot and humid liquid with some fishy smell instantly soaked the clothes on his back.