The poor monk who wears books will not go to hell

As soon as He Jilin entered the formation, he was attacked by the formation.

All the spells in the formation were not lower than the middle Nascent Soul stage. Countless spells fell on him. Although they couldn't cause serious damage to him for a while, but at this time his internal organs were injured, and he was born in the Nascent Soul Stage. The attack was enough to make him worse.

He wrapped himself with a huge lotus to resist the constant attacks in the formation.

If you want to go out, you have to break the formation first.

Magic Palace.

Chun Wu went directly to Fei Han's residence, stuffed the bruised black snake into Fei Han's arms, and said, "I'll save Master!"

Fei Han also knew that now was not the time to ask questions, so he said, "Let's go with Ninglu!"

Chun Wu immediately nodded and ran out, while Fei Han healed Lu Qiuming as soon as possible.

Lu Qiuming's skin injury was a trivial matter, the most important thing was that Tianyimen brought realgar, which is the most feared by the snake tribe, to target Lu Qiuming, and Lu Qiuming was seriously injured due to poisoning, which caused Fei Han a bit of a headache.

Now that the Demon Palace is besieged on all sides, His Majesty is still unconscious, and Jilin's fate is uncertain. Thinking of this, Fei Han couldn't help but sighed deeply.

Here, Chun Wu took Condensed Dew and ran towards He Jilin's location at high speed. When they arrived at this place, there was no one there.

Chun Wu tried to call He Jilin with his spiritual sense, but nothing came of it, and there was no response.

Ning Lu looked at the mixed blood on the ground, and began to look around again. She knew the mechanism formations outside the magic palace like the back of her hand, and she found a formation behind them, which showed signs of being touched.

"Go in and have a look." She said to Chun Wu, and then immediately stepped into the formation, Chun Wu followed closely behind.

The spells were raging in the formation, and the two searched every corner with their spiritual sense, but they didn't find any trace of He Jilin. They only found a bloodstain, and Chun Wuzhi knew that it was He Jilin's blood.

"Don't worry, I will send someone to search with all my might." Seeing his sad expression, Ning Lu softened her tone.

Chunwu knew that his master was not killed, but he was a little anxious because he couldn't communicate. He could only nod when he heard Ninglu say this.

Magic Palace.

Lu Qiuming hadn't woken up yet, and everyone in the Demon Palace naturally began to ask Chun Wu for instructions. Although Chun Wu had studied with Lu Qiuming for a while, his experience was very inexperienced, and he could only ask Lu Qiuming's guards for many things.

Miao Yi is the eldest among Lu Qiuming's personal guards, and he is very handy in handling all kinds of affairs in the Demon Palace. He is usually taciturn, but he never shows mercy when facing the enemy.

Chun Wu went to look for Miao Yi, Miao Yi was leading a group of demon soldiers to inspect the defense facilities, when he saw Chun Wu approaching, he saluted respectfully, "I have seen the Young Palace Master!"

Chun Wu nodded and said: "Uncle Miao, my master accidentally lost his trace while defending against the Tianyimen attack. I need some people to search outside the Demon Palace."

Miao Yi solemnly said: "Young Palace Master, please rest assured, the subordinates will immediately send someone to look for the Buddha!"

Chun Wu gave him a grateful look, and then hurried away.

After Chun Wu left, Miao Yi called his subordinate and said: "Search for the Buddha with all your strength, and if you find it, you know what to do." He winked at the subordinate.

The subordinate was stunned for a moment, then bowed his head and ordered under Miao Yi's eyes.

Miao Yi looked at the direction he was leaving, and thought to himself: He can't let His Majesty be affected by these worldly things, so he can only feel sorry for the Buddha.

A few days later, Lu Qiuming woke up and saw Fei Han sitting on the side reading a book with no expression on his face. Hearing his movements, he raised his eyes to look at him and said, "Your Majesty is awake?"

The first thing Lu Qiuming asked him was: "Where is the monk?"

Fei Han put down the book, and looked at the injury for him again, without looking up at him, he just said: "Since your lord is awake, you should spend more time healing, the young palace master can't handle so many things by himself for the time being. "

Lu Qiuming stared at him closely, "What about him?"

Annoyance suddenly appeared on Fei Han's face, and he replied, "This subordinate doesn't know."

Lu Qiuming immediately got up and went to look for it himself.

Fei Han stood up abruptly, and said directly: "Your Majesty is worried now? Then why did you leave the palace so recklessly before? Something happened to you, the Young Palace Master and Ji Lin went to rescue you, your injury cannot be delayed , Ji Lin asked the young palace master to take you back to the palace for treatment first, and he himself... disappeared." He couldn't help but feel sad when he said this.

"It's gone...what do you mean?" Lu Qiuming asked in a daze.

Fei Han replied in a low voice: "That's what His Majesty thought."

Lu Qiuming asked Chun Wu with his spiritual knowledge, but Chun Wu told him that he could no longer communicate with his master.

Lu Qiuming got up immediately, and said with a pale face, "Didn't you send someone to look for it?"

"I've been looking for it since the day of the accident, and there's no news until now." Fei Han turned his face away.

Lu Qiuming walked out and said: "I will go in person!" When he walked into the courtyard, he suddenly seemed to remember something, and his face changed instantly, becoming even paler.

"You have your own path, and others have no right to interfere, and the same is true for poor monks."

He remembered that the monk had said such things to him, so did the monk already think about leaving at that time?

Seeing him walking and stopping suddenly, Fei Han couldn't help asking: "Your Majesty, what happened?"

After Lu Qiuming for a while, Fang sighed: "If you find the monk, don't disturb him." He had already asked Chun Wu what happened that day, and the monk must have broken up and left by himself. If he really didn't If you are willing to stay in the magic palace, why should you force yourself?

He couldn't help showing a wry smile.

At this moment, Danzhou City.

He Jilin was walking on the streets of Danzhou City in a very unusual monk's robe.

Danzhou City is about ten days away from the Demon Palace, at the junction of the territory under the jurisdiction of the Demon Palace and the Spirit Medicine Valley.

The Spiritual Medicine Valley is a special existence in Xiujie. It has never participated in sect disputes, including the battle between Zhengdao and Demon Palace.

Most of the disciples in the Spiritual Medicine Valley are obsessed with refining medicine, and they are very proficient in the theoretical knowledge of refining medicine, but unfortunately, their cultivation is generally not very high, which makes it impossible to implement many pills. Therefore, they have been researching and improving The elixir of the cultivation base has not yielded results so far, but many useless elixirs have been refined.

Although their cultivation is not high, they have not been bullied by other sects in the cultivation world. After all, the importance of pills to the sect cannot be ignored. They still have to buy pills from the pill valley.

He Jilin saw many young alchemists sitting on both sides of the market and setting up street stalls.There are different types of pills displayed in front of them, and the grade and price of the pills are marked. Some need to be exchanged for spirit stones, and some need to be exchanged for other items.

When He Jilin left the magic palace, he had no possessions. He was injured in the formation, and he spent a lot of effort to break the formation. Now the injury has not healed, and he needs to be healed with pills, but he has no Elixir.

He looked at the elixir displayed on the side of the road, but he couldn't act in his heart.

"Monk!" someone shouted.

He Jilin continued to walk forward, probably not calling him.

"Monk! I'm calling you!" The man continued to shout behind him.

He Jilin stopped and turned around suspiciously.

"Yes! It's you! Come here!" A young alchemist who sells medicine is waving to him. The alchemist looks very energetic, and there is a kind of aura when he looks at him.

He Jilin walked to his booth in confusion, and asked, "I don't know why the benefactor called the poor monk?"

The alchemist didn't speak, he lowered his head and took out a bottle of elixir from the medicine pouch, handed it to He Jilin, and said: "This alchemist sees that you have wounds in your internal organs, and it's been a long time, so there must be no elixir to heal your wounds. ? This is for you, recover as soon as possible."

Seeing the sincerity in his eyes, He Jilin couldn't help being moved, but he just bowed and said: "The poor monk is ashamed and has no spirit stones in exchange. The kindness of the benefactor and the poor monk accept it."

The alchemist didn't listen, he directly stuffed the medicine bottle into his hand, stared and said: "This alchemist said I will give you away! I don't want your spirit stone!"

He Jilin laughed, "It's just that you and I met by chance, how can the poor monk receive such a great gift?"

The alchemist rolled his eyes, then pulled He Jilin to his side, and said: "How about this, if you do something for me, this elixir will be considered a reward, what do you think?"

He Jilin asked: "What's the matter?"

The alchemist pointed to the ground and said, "Sit down first."

He Jilin sat down as he said, and looked at him.

The young alchemist suddenly showed a smirk, he put all the medicine bottles on the ground into the medicine bag, and then took out a new batch of medicine from the medicine bag, and put it in front of him.

He Jilin looked over, and found that the medicine bottle was full of words like "Nourishment Pill", and the alchemist also put up a striking sign beside He Jilin, writing: "There is art in retaining beauty."

He Jilin: ...

After the young alchemist was done, he sat down beside He Jilin, smiled and said: "Monk, my alchemist's name is Zhang and Shuhua, what's your name?"

"The poor monk's name is Jilin."

"Oh, what are you doing here?"

"The poor monk is just passing by here." He Jilin himself didn't know where he was going, he just didn't want to be trapped in the disputes between the demon palace and the righteous way, the human world and the demon world, all he wanted was to be able to live , and if possible, he wants to go back to another time and space.

"Passing by here...then where are you going?" Zhang Shuhua asked curiously.

At this time, several female cultivators moved over, hiding their faces and laughing, secretly shoving and shoving each other, hesitating whether to speak or not.

Zhang Shuhua stood up abruptly, with a big smile on his face, and asked, "What do the fairies need?"

Under the urging of several other people, one of them calmed down and said: "These pills are really so useful?" It was Zhang Shuhua who asked, but He Jilin's eyes were fixed on him.

Everyone has a love of beauty, let alone these female cultivators?They often regard appearance as equally important as their cultivation, but there are no people who cultivate immortals with vulgar looks, and they usually don't need beauty pills.

Why didn't Zhang Shuhua understand what they were thinking?So he said: "What am I lying to you for? Look at him," he pointed at He Jilin and said, "He looks so good only after taking my elixir!"

A female cultivator asked suspiciously: "Could it be that monks also love beauty?"

"Monk, did you really take his elixir?" Another female cultivator also asked.

He Jilin smiled lightly and shook his head and said: "The monks don't tell lies, and the poor monk didn't take these pills. If you want to exchange for pills, Master Zhang has everything you need here, not just these beauty pills."

"Pfft—" A person not far away laughed unkindly.