Buddhist practice feeling and choose after pregnancy

Myriad Demon Cave.

There are rustling noises here all the year round, and there are countless fearful monsters outside here.They fight, entangle, devour each other, grow stronger, but also consume each other.

In any case, it still can't get rid of the restriction of that layer.

There is no demonic energy in the Ten Thousand Devils Cave. It is famous only because countless ancient brutal people are sealed here.

Even if it is a monster, if there is not enough magic energy, it will gradually dissipate over time.

There is no reason in the world that you can only use it but not make it.

In order to survive, there is no reason to live in peace.

The strange thing is that there is no way out of the Ten Thousand Devils' Nest, but other species have occasionally fallen into it during the millions of years.It doesn't matter whether it's a human, a demon, or a demon, there is actually not much difference.

Once you fall into this endless abyss, you will almost never be able to climb out.

The little monster was ignorant and muddled, but it was no longer completely unconscious.

Before that, he only knew how to satisfy his endless desire, only knew how to calm the burning hunger, and didn't know the world at all.

It is not aware, it is not aware, it is insensitive, it is uncivilized.

But not now.

He knew he had stumbled into a different place.

He knew what it was like to "know".

Here, it is even more fierce than the Demon Realm.

Here, there is not enough magic energy at all, let alone the flesh and blood that can be filled.

He licked the almost tasteless skin.

The demon's skin is cold and has no smell.Even there seemed to be some strange fragrance in his bones, and when he smelled it occasionally, his chest would swell and hurt.

The little monster cut open that place.

Nothing at all.

But it still hurts.

There is no food in Wanmo Cave, and everything at the bottom is blood food.

He was so weak, so pitiful, so ignorant, so he was naturally the first choice.

Weak creatures are either swallowed or ravaged. When they are about to be eaten up, they finally realize that they can't... He wants to get out.

To go out, to have that taste, to see that person again.

cannot be eaten.

to live.

But to be alive... The embarrassed and weak monster raised its head and stared stiffly at the terrifying monster that was about to eat him.

Then you have to eat it back.

ho ho-

The throat that had never made any sound rubbed against each other, as if it was a roar, or a baby's first cry.

The moment the terrifying monster was lifted, the power that didn't even know where the waste underneath came from was able to completely lift him away.Immediately there was severe pain, it was the gnawing of the teeth, the melting of the endless black mist, a monster several tens of feet high was swallowed up amidst roaring and screaming.

Perhaps it was the first time that the little monster was not proficient.

That wail was common in the Ten Thousand Devils' Nest, but it resounded for a long time.

From time to time, there will be a car overturn, which is not so uncommon.

But after a long time, that chaotic and ignorant little monster made a name for itself in this world.I don’t know how many monsters are more powerful than this in the Ten Thousand Demons Cave. After all, this is the place where countless powerful people exist... But every time they are about to swallow this waste demon, they will be killed by it at a critical moment .

He is trash.

He is weak.

He didn't even have any demonic energy on him, nor did he have coercion, he was as weak as a bird or beast kicked by the roadside.But gradually, the monster without demonic energy began to bloodthirsty and became more blood-eating; from passive counterattack to active hunting, it was only a short period of time.

too fast.

Countless powerful monsters were shocked.

Such an advanced speed is too fast, even for these monsters that have survived for tens of thousands of years, it is unheard of.

How can I describe that horrible feeling?

It seems to be watching the birth of a rare and powerful monster in the world.

But the price is stepping on their blood and bones step by step.

The little monster felt something was wrong.

His red eyes surged with endless killing intent, and his figure became bigger and bigger. He still didn't know the past and the future, but he vaguely remembered that he wanted to do something.

do what?

The ferocious tentacles pierced through both ends of the monster, and the hot blood poured on his head and face.

Have fun.

"Do you want meat?"

Cold, but with a faintly curious voice crashing into his ears.

Little monster, no, it's not appropriate to call him that at this time, the big monster was stunned.

who is it?

He stiffened, bowing his head mechanically.

A ferocious and terrifying monster was reflected in the pool of blood. It was disgusting to the touch, as if it existed everywhere, but it seemed to have no form at all.The twisted and terrifying tentacles were entangled, only two spots of scarlet were revealed.

"The Dragon King blamed..."

A small, soft tune was playing, babbling, babbling, out of tune, but still humming.

Very comfortable.

really want……

It is an incomprehensible language, an incomprehensible confession, and a slow and cool tone.

But the taste, the face, the voice, the bitten flesh and blood, and the moment of enlightenment when suddenly pushed into this boundless world... That heart, that person, should always be remembered.

The big monster remembered again.

What is he trying to do?

He is going out.

There are countless ancient monsters suppressed in the Ten Thousand Devils' Nest. They all committed endless mistakes in those days and years, ranging from devouring living beings to destroying everything and offending the heavens.

It is said to be a demon, but it is not only a demon, a human, a demon, and a demon, but none of them are left behind.

The bound demons have no way to get out, but the creatures that accidentally fell in still have a glimmer of life.

When there is only "one" in the Ten Thousand Devils Nest, the bondage will naturally be released.

It was so.

In the gloomy sky, among the thick and dark clouds, there are still countless hideous and hideous heads.

They were eager to move, fearful, and coveted the power of this newborn monster.

He stood in this endless purgatory, looking coldly at the black waves above his head that were raging and ghostly.

It turns out that the method is so simple.

A mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, until he became one of them.

He will always be the One.

When Mozun followed Xie Chenshan's strength and raised his head, Buddha Xiuxiu stood behind him.With his hand over his cheek, he gently raised the devil's jaw.

Huaguang Temple is clean, completely different from Wanmo Cave.

Clean to a bit dazzling.

The hands of the human race are warm, the sound of the blood flowing is joyful, and when touched, even the sweet smell radiates together.

But Buddha is fixing his hair.

The searing hunger was somehow suppressed by this fact.

The messy hair of the monster was finally unsightly.

Xie Chenshan stood behind Mozun and fiddled with the top of his hair.

But the little figure of Buddha Xiu was still reflected in the eyes of the Demon Lord.

Next to my ear was the voice of Buddha Xiu: "Mozun, no one has eyes at the back of their head."

The eyeballs moved.

Xie Chenshan said helplessly: "No, it is not allowed to have a pair of eyes on the face and the back of the head at the same time."

Without changing his face, he poked back the two red eyes protruding from the back of the demon's head, took a comb and slowly braided the hair for him.

The braids and braids were intertwined, and it was rare for the Mozun's face to be exposed dryly.

Mozun's pinched face is really pretty.

After Xie Chenshan braided his long hair, he suddenly had a rough and desolate beauty.

Xie Chenshan turned into a water mirror and placed it in front of the demon king, and said with a smile: "If the hair is tied up, it won't be so messy anymore."

The blood eyes stared at himself in the water mirror, and the Mozun let out a contented "woo".

A few tentacles came out involuntarily, wrapped around Xie Chenshan's waist from behind, lifted him high above his head, and handed him in front of him.

The chest is swollen and full, and I don't know what it is.

as if in pain.

But every time I cut it open, there was nothing.

It was empty inside.

If it's empty, it won't hurt so much.

Xie Chenshan listened to Mozun's slow and clumsy description, and his heart seemed to be hit lightly.

There is a little soreness.

The tentacles were raised a little higher, Xie Chenshan could only touch Mozun's eyes.

Slowly said: "I am happy."

The bloody eyes seemed to light up, imitating Xie Chenshan's words.

"Happy."

"Mozun, happy."

...

Zhao Kesong was not happy.

He has tempered enough these days, and in the afternoon of a certain day, he formed the alchemy naturally.

When he formed the alchemy and entered meditation, he happened to have two senior brothers in the temple protecting him, so he was promoted smoothly.His experience should have been more difficult, after all, after witnessing the tragic death of his relatives, Zhao Kesong had demons in his heart.

But after he set foot on the mind-watching mirror, this problem was easily solved.

Zhao Kesong easily solved his inner demons and became a golden core cultivator, which should be something to be happy about.

At first Zhao Kesong thought so too, and even happily went to find Master Wudeng, wanting to tell him about this matter.

Wudeng was really happy for him when he heard about this.

There was a faint smile on that ordinary and calm face, first he praised him a few words, and then mentioned his practice.

Xie Chenshan said: "You have reached the golden core stage now, and the cultivation method is fire and wood. If you continue to follow me, you may waste your whole body."

Although he didn't make it very clear, he did have plans to send Zhao Kesong to the sect of cultivating immortals.

Zhao Kesong is smart, so he naturally understood what Master Wudeng meant.

He knew that the master was thinking of him, but maybe it was the previous experience and the master's best protection after that, which made Zhao Kesong feel a little dependent.

If I want to go to other unfamiliar sects, I will feel a little depressed.

It's just that he knew that the master was doing it for his own good, so he didn't dare to oppose it openly. When he went back privately, he rolled over and over with Owl in his arms.Finally, I hugged the owl and squatted at the foot of the mountain.

He originally wanted to keep himself clean, but he forgot that there was a great monk Hechen at the foot of the mountain.

The Great Monk has much more experience than him, and the depression in the young cultivator's heart can be seen at a glance.He looked at the wine gourd in his hand, put it away subconsciously, and patted the seat beside him: "Sit down?"

The great monk was very carefree, Zhao Kesong was taken a little more leisurely by him, and sat down with the owl in his arms.

The two sat on the steps.

He Chen said: "Uncle Wudeng wants to find you a new sect?"

Zhao Kesong touched his face in surprise, and said to himself: "Is my face covered with big characters? Why can anyone guess it easily?" Like what I think?"

The young man's murmur made the monk lean forward and back with laughter, and raised his hand to rub his head hard.

"Your age and experience are indeed like a blank sheet of paper to us."

Isn't it just like writing it on your face?

Zhao Kesong said discouragedly: "Since this is the case, the master has almost seen through my thoughts."

The great monk smacked his mouth, touched his bare head and said, "It's about the same. Uncle Shi has a good way of seeing people. But you are really not suitable for the path of Buddhist cultivation, and you have your own place. If uncle keeps you Staying by my side will really delay you."

Zhao Kesong knew it well in his heart, so he didn't dare to do anything reckless.

"It would be great if everything in this world can be as imagined." Zhao Kesong let out a childish sigh, and after a while, he buried his head and said, "Senior Brother Hechen, why did Master Wudeng, Is it different from you?"

He glanced at the monk's bald head.

It's a bit like a marinated egg.

Zhao Kesong secretly thought.

The great monk touched Rourou's head, and said with a smile: "That's the abbot's own consideration. Although Master Wudeng hasn't really shaved and converted now, when it comes to Buddhism and cultivation, in fact, there are people who are stronger than him in Huaguang Temple. Not many."

Zhao Kesong was stunned for a moment, and he said: "Master is only at the level of God Transformation now, but you are already at the late stage of God Transformation..."

Oh yes.

He suddenly thought, why didn't he feel weird before?

Master Wudeng was still in the Nascent Soul stage before he entered the Mind-Guarding Mirror, and he became a supernatural power when he came out. This promotion is too silent, as simple as drinking water.

"Uncle Wudeng..."

He Chen's eyes are a little far away, as if recalling something from the past.

"He is a natural born Buddha bone. For him, cultivation is as natural as breathing." The great monk lowered his head and looked at Zhao Kesong, as if he was talking to him, but also as if he was talking to himself, "Little baby , your talent is very good, no matter which path you plan to take, the way of cultivation is not difficult for you. This is the ability bestowed by God.

"But this is second class at best.

"The real first-class geniuses in the world are Uncle Wudeng and the Demon Lord. Talents like them are truly unborn geniuses. In the world of cultivating immortals, the realm that countless people are trying to achieve, but for them It's as simple as piercing a layer of paper, I'm really amazed..."

The great monk's words were also mixed with endless emotion.

"Pity."

Zhao Kesong was fascinated when he heard it, and this sentence stunned him.

"What does that mean?"

The great monk raised his hand to cover Zhao Kesong's eyes, and said with a smile: "Didn't your previous master tell you? Thousands of years ago, the gate of heaven was never opened. During these thousand years, no matter how surprised you are None of the gorgeous cultivators have ever crossed the catastrophe and become immortals. Now, among the sects of cultivating immortals, which one doesn't have a few old monsters lingering on their last days?"

As soon as these words fell, the great monk who was still sitting was suddenly photographed on the ground.

Suddenly a big hole was made in the ground.

Zhao Kesong jumped up in shock and ran over quickly.

"it's okay no problem……"

The great monk was dug out from the human-shaped pit by Zhao Kesong, coughed a few times and said, "I've been taught a lesson, it's okay, it's a common thing."

Zhao Kesong combined what the great monk said just now, and said in a low voice: "Could it be that in Huaguang Temple..."

Hechen laughed heartily.

"That's natural, it should be..." The great monk stopped talking, and laughed, "Anyway, I was taught a lesson for being outspoken."

Zhao Kesong hugged the owl, frowned slightly and said: "If you want to say this, can you just watch the gate of heaven being blocked, but there is no way to relieve it? And the fairy world doesn't care about the changes?"

"Who can know what the fairy world thinks?" said the great monk, "It's just that this turning point is not impossible."

...

After Hechen and Zhao Kesong muttered for a long time, Zhao Kesong went back with his mind full of anecdotes.

In the quiet temple, he accidentally bumped into Xie Chenshan who was standing under a tree looking at the sky.

It is extremely rare that there is no strange monster following him.

Zhao Kesong ran over, and stood quietly behind Grandmaster, first looked around, and then said: "Master, isn't Demon Venerable here?"

Xie Chenshan raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "Afraid of him?"

The same question was asked from Mozun and Xie Chenshan, and they got completely different answers.

Zhao Kesong said with some embarrassment: "Actually, I'm a little scared."

Xie Chenshan said with a smile: "Something happened in Moyu, he went back and solved it."

Zhao Kesong let out a long breath, and the owl followed his movements and flew to his head.

Xie Chenshan also glanced at the owl.

"This owl is quite spiritual, but it loves to follow you." He said lightly, "It is said that although the owl is a mourning bird, it also has a little foretelling blood."

Zhao Kesong was fiddling with the owl's wings, trying to catch the charcoal ball. Hearing this, he was stunned, and said in disbelief, "How can you predict with this stupid appearance?"

Xie Chenshan couldn't help but bend his eyebrows and eyes: "People can't be judged by their appearance, and the sea can't be measured. For Yu Xiao, this dull appearance may also be their disguise." I am afraid that only Zhao Kesong's pure and kind temperament can They will regard the appearance of the owl as a daze, but most people in the world are afraid of the appearance of such birds and beasts.

Zhao Kesong pursed his lips and laughed.

"Whether it has this kind of blood or not, it likes to cling to me, so just keep it." He paused, then muttered, "If it can practice in the future, I will recognize it as a demon cultivator."

Xie Chenshan touched Zhao Kesong's head, and said with a smile: "It's no longer the same as before."

Zhao Kesong said: "I still don't like monsters. There shouldn't be such monsters in this world. But when you think about it carefully, the human race also has ugly deeds. It's really biased to kill them all with one blow."

These days, he lived temporarily in Huaguang Temple, and practiced the homework of the disciples in the temple every day, and Zhao Kesong also followed him from time to time.

Over time, those painful agglomerations seemed to dissipate a little in my heart.

It is impossible for Zhao Kesong to completely resolve that kind of resentment, but he can also let go of it a little bit, so that his mind is no longer full of thoughts of killing demons like before.

Thinking of this, Zhao Kesong scratched his face in embarrassment, and said with blushing ears: "Of course, because the master said before that the Demon Lord is the lowest level of monsters, it still has some impact."

After all, this is almost a gap between heaven and earth.

Xie Chenshan laughed out loud.

"At that time, there was only the demon king beside me. If you are excited and want to seek revenge from the demon, it is better to take the lead in attacking the demon than to do something outside."

Zhao Kesong: ... Then did he attack the Demon Lord or the Demon Lord attacked him?

How could he beat the demon king!

Zhao Kesong suddenly thought of the fact that he was going to leave, and his originally happy mood sank down again.

But when he left the mountain gate, the great monk patted him on the shoulder and said: "But in this world, there is nothing that makes you happy and like yourself. If you really think that being with the master will make you like it more, then Talk directly to my uncle. In fact, with a genius like my uncle, it is feasible to teach a non-Buddhist disciple!"

He Chen's words did give Zhao Kesong some encouragement.

The young man summoned up his courage and said, "Master, may I not go to other sects of cultivating immortals. I want to practice with the master all the time, even if I can learn by myself!"

He spoke super loudly.

Stronger than ever before.

Xie Chenshan leaned one hand in front of his body, and the cuff of the monk's robe covered his lower abdomen. He said softly, "Muzhi."

This is Zhao Kesong's watchword.

After all the Zhao family members died, no one called him that for a long time.

"Following me is not a good thing. It may be more dangerous than what you have encountered before. Even so, do you still want to follow me?"

The voice of Buddha Xiu was light, but there was a little gentleness.

Zhao Kesong obviously felt a little loose.

He nodded vigorously, his voice choked with sobs.

"Master, apart from you, I can't trust anyone anymore. Once they approach, I will unconsciously think that they approach me because of my furnace physique. Even in Huaguang Temple, brothers treat me I'm very good, but I still can't help but have this thought...Master, am I wrong?"

It is clear that the crime is from oneself, but it will still exclude others from approaching.

Such entangled thoughts were hidden in Zhao Kesong's heart, which made him extremely uncomfortable.

"It's not a crime."

Xie Chenshan seemed to know what he was thinking, and said calmly: "Since I have experienced it, there is nothing wrong with it. A sage doesn't care about his deeds, so there is no need to blame himself."

He paused.

"Since that's the case, then you will continue to practice with me.

"Just don't regret it in the future."

Xie Chenshan finally let go, and Zhao Kesong was so happy that he wanted to fly like an owl.

Now that this matter is over, Zhao Kesong is in the mood to focus on other things.

"Master, is there any plan to go out recently?"

Otherwise, there would be no such thing as "dangerous".

Xie Chenshan nodded.

"I have already left the mountain, so naturally I can't stay in the temple for a long time. However, the bad luck around here has subsided for the time being, and there are no new troubles. It's time to solve the problem of the Demon Lord."

Demon?

It would be a lie to say that Zhao Kesong is not curious about the most powerful monster in the world.

"What the master said, is it the matter of 'being a man'?"

Zhao Kesong said tentatively.

Xie Chenshan said unhurriedly: "Not bad."

Zhao Kesong actually thought this was very funny.

People are people.

A demon is a demon.

Demons are demons.

Humans, monsters, and demons are all different.

How can there be a demon, but still want to be a human being?

Zhao Kesong also learned a lot about the world of cultivating immortals during his one year in the Danyang Sect.Although humans, monsters and monsters are divided into three types, monsters are just different races, and they also have emotions such as greed, anger, ignorance, love and hatred.

What is the difference between learning and not learning?

only……

Zhao Kesong suddenly remembered all kinds of strange things about the Demon Lord, and was a little puzzled.

The Mozun seems to be, indeed, quite different from the Mozu recorded in the dossier.

Is it because he is a Demon Lord... Or is it because he is like this that he became a Demon Lord?

Xie Chenshan said lightly: "Monsters, of course, can't be human. This is not something you can do if you want to." Humans can become demon cultivators, and demons can turn into humans, but these are just appearances.

Its innermost essence cannot be changed.

The man Mozun wants is not so superficial.

...

The Demon Realm is permeated with heavy mist all the year round.

There is only the blood moon in this world, and the dull color is a long-lasting trace.Even if it is the capital of Demon Realm, there is no redundant color in the reconstructed city of Zan.

Demons seem to have a natural preference for red and black.

Magic Palace.

The demon generals who have been stationed here seem to have a feeling in the dark that the demon master has returned.

No matter how important it was, none of the demon generals dared to postpone it, and hurriedly left all the matters at hand, and hurried to the main hall of the demon palace.

The Magic Palace is different from other places.

In addition to the unchanging red and black, in the bedroom where the demon king stayed all year round, there were countless luminous pearls that exuded a faint glow.After being tempered, those mortal objects emitted such soft pale light that it seemed absurd to fall on the master of the Demon Palace.

The Demon Lord, who is afraid of this in the entire Demon Realm, likes this faint white light.

I even like it so much that the whole bedroom is inlaid with such hues.

"Your Majesty the Devil."

Demon generals from all over arrived, and the supposedly huge palace was packed to the brim.Their original bodies are different, or ferocious, or petite, or charming, each with its own characteristics.

Because the current demon king likes human form, most of the demon generals have also turned into human form, but they only retain a part of their original state, so it looks extraordinarily strange.

The demon general standing at the front is named Wuwei.

This Wuwei's name is not really called that, but a homonym that can be barely spoken in the language of the human race during the change of tones, and it has become his name.

Wuwei was the most trusted subordinate of the previous Mozun, and when the current Mozun killed his predecessor and stepped on his blood to take the throne, Wuwei immediately changed the object of allegiance and became the subordinate of the Mozun.

The demon king didn't seem to care.

He didn't care about betrayal, he didn't care about the Demon Realm, he didn't care about the territory, and he didn't even care whether he enjoyed the honor of the Demon Lord or not.

For more than a hundred years, as long as Mo Zun was not hungry, there would be nothing wrong with him.

If it is another cunning demon, it may be used to deceive the past and do some inappropriate behavior.

But do nothing and dare not.

If it's something else, that's all. The power possessed by the demon king cannot be described in words. Such a huge disparity, let alone coaxing, even a little bit of disobedience, does not dare to do nothing.

This may also be the reason why he was able to survive the "handover" between the old and the new demon, and even get very nourished.

Wuwei's own cultivation base is also extremely powerful, and he is in the late stage of crossing the catastrophe.

Of course he can stand at the forefront.

"Your Majesty the Demon Lord is back this time, but what happened to the Demon Realm?"

During these years, Wuwei has more or less grasped part of Mozun's character.Mozun has always been selfish. If it wasn't for some major event in Moyu, he would not care about it in most cases.

The entire Demon Realm is under the control of the Demon Venerable, and has always developed at will.The people who are really dealing with the affairs of the entire Demon Realm are actually the demon generals headed by Wu Wei.

During these years, there were only two things that were truly conveyed by the Demon Lord's will.

The first thing is to order the entire Demon Realm not to harm Buddha Cultivator.

And the second thing is to provoke a century-old war with the demon world.

It was also in the second thing that they watched the demon king fight for almost a hundred years without stopping.Such a powerful cultivation made Mu Qiang's demons prostrate on the ground. If the demon master hadn't restrained himself, it is unknown if he could really flatten the demon world.

After Wuwei asked that sentence, he waited respectfully.

In less than a moment, a voice, or a will, was imprinted in his mind.

——How about bad luck?

very brief.

Wuwei said: "Recently, there has indeed been a lot of bad luck in the Demon Realm, which has affected [-] cities including the capital. However, the aura you left behind is gradually becoming attuned. Recently, the situation in the capital has improved, and all the bad luck has disappeared.

"The few cities that are farther away have not been eradicated yet."

Mozun never communicated with them using words.

It's another way that they can't describe and don't know how to express.

It seemed to appear directly in their hearts, allowing them to directly understand what the Demon Lord meant.

Wuwei was a little unclear as to why Mozun came back.

If the Demon Lord is in the Demon Realm, these bad lucks will indeed be dealt with by the Demon Lord.

But if he is outside, he will seldom rush back to eradicate them.

This doesn't seem like the usual behavior of the Demon Lord.

——The speed will only be faster in the future, if you exceed the synchronous speed at that time, you need to inform me in time.

The Mozun's words reached their hearts, and they couldn't help being taken aback.

Bad luck has the same impact on all the people, monsters and demons living in this big world.

If bad luck keeps breeding, no matter how powerful the demons are, they will have a headache.

Although bad luck cannot leave the place of birth, it can continue to expand.If it is only a matter of relocation, as time goes by, it will always be reduced to the point where there is nowhere to go.

"Yes!"

All the demon generals bowed together.

So the Demon Lord stood up.

It was as if he hurried back to the Demon Realm just for such a simple matter.

Seeing that Mozun was about to leave, Wuwei couldn't help but relax.

Even if Mozun didn't show any emotion, but he simply turned into a human form, and just sitting on top of him already gave Mozun an endless sense of oppression.

——In this way, it will also help you.

Mozun's words, or the will suddenly sounded.

That strange and treacherous connotation twitched in the hearts of all the demon generals. The meaning had already appeared in their hearts, but the moment they hadn't had time to understand it—an extremely huge and turbulent force suddenly rushed into their bodies, almost breaking The galloping demonic energy of their meridians was like a roaring river, causing them to transform into prototypes one after another, revealing hideous and ugly faces.

For the human race, the prototypes of most demon races are extremely ugly.

They prefer the prototype of the monster race. Some monster races even have extremely beautiful and delicate appearances. Even though the human race clearly knows that they are monsters, they still can't help being moved.

The more powerful the demon, the more beautiful it is.

But the more powerful the demon race, the easier it is to be ugly and terrifying.

The power bestowed by the demon king made the demon generals unable to control themselves for a moment.

The demons in the capital watched the terrifying aura emerge above the demon palace, as if hundreds of powerful demons were promoted at the same time.

The fear caused by that kind of number paralyzed many demons with low cultivation bases.

The demons are naturally a race that likes the strong, and the more powerful the demons are, the more they can act recklessly and hold supreme power.Now hundreds of tyrannical auras were revealed together, those who didn't know thought that the demon generals were besieging the Demon Lord in the Demon Palace.

Some clever demons even trembled while thinking, could it be that the demon realm is about to set off another storm?

Just a moment later, a vast and misty powerful magic pressure suddenly appeared in the capital.

The familiar terrifying aura made all the monsters silent for a moment.

It's Mozun.

...

"It's a big trouble."

In the mind-observing mirror, Bai Shu said with a sigh.

He was supposed to be recuperating in a good life, but somehow he appeared in this treasure that should have been closed.

If it is said to be a treasure, or even wronged this mirror, it should be called a fairy artifact.Although the various changes revealed by the Guanxin Mirror are really not like what a fairy weapon should be.

But this mirror is indeed a fairy artifact obtained by the ancestor of the Xixin Sect in ancient times.

"Wu Deng, he is not such a coaxing temperament. I even think he has discovered something." Bai Shu continued, his frowning face was really not what he used to be.

"Who wants to fool him?"

Bai Zhaobo said lightly.

He was supposed to be lying on the bed with a miserable appearance, but now he was standing in the mirror with his junior brother with his hands in his hands.

The Immortal Cultivation School naturally has countless panaceas, and there is always something that can make them recover more than half.

"It's just that he can cooperate with us to continue the performance, which means that he already knows it well. If so, why worry about it." The head teacher is obviously more open-minded than Bai Shu.

Bai Shu chuckled twice, but didn't speak.

He has been with Wudeng little friend all these years, and he understands his character more or less.

How could that guy be led by the nose?

"The mind-watching mirror has been completely closed." Bai Zhaobo said lightly, "However, enough things have been predicted from the third level in these years. As long as we follow the previously deduced method, there may be a chance to recover."

The recent changes in the world of cultivating immortals have gradually confirmed some of the clues they knew before.

Bai Shu frowned: "However, the teacher knows better than me. If the sword is aimed at the Demon Lord, according to his cultivation, the more he is aimed at him, the more he will be able to sense it and avoid us invisibly." plan."

A slight smile appeared on the headmaster's serious face.

"Wudeng, haven't you already followed the Demon Lord?"

Bai Shu raised his eyebrows, looked at the head teacher unhurriedly, and said meaningfully: "The head teacher is sure that the little friend Wudeng followed the demon on purpose?"

and not the other way around?

and……

Bai Shu couldn't help sighing in his heart.

Mozun is a variable.

But how do you know that Xie Chenshan is not?

In a game of chess, if there is only one variable, that's all.

But there are two variables at the same time... Can this game of chess really go on steadily?

...

In Huaguang Temple, Zhao Ke Songyuan thought he could stay for a while longer, but after a while, Mo Zun came back.

As soon as Mozun came back, Master Wudeng seemed to have plans to leave.

I saw that before leaving, the master had a good discussion with those nephews one by one, beating them until they screamed again and again, wishing that the uncle left immediately, and then he took his time to bid farewell to the abbot.

Inside the Zen room.

A young monk in the abbot's cassock is sitting on a futon.

Although Wudeng didn't say anything when he came in, the little monk seemed to know his purpose.

"Before you leave, remember to have a word with your senior brother."

The relationship between their master and apprentice always seemed a bit weird and awkward, but in the awkwardness there was a bit of intimacy.

This time, the futon didn't come together.

But Xie Chenshan still sat down opposite the little abbot.

"Master, when you came down from the mountain, you once said that when the time is right, you will naturally shave and convert me." Xie Chenshan said, as if what he mentioned was just a trivial matter, "This timing is Won't it never come?"

The little abbot looked at Xie Chenshan calmly.

His small body seemed to contain a long and ancient history.When he was so silent and quiet, that kind of vicissitudes of old age was naturally revealed.

The abbot of Huaguang Temple is naturally special.

He said: "Good disciple, you shouldn't ask this question as a teacher."

Xie Chenshan laughed.

"Master is right, this question,