Stupid beauty doesn't want to be a demon

On the main square of Huanqi Palace.

Yu Sheng got off the carriage.

"Master—"

As soon as he turned his head, Meng Xiangyang, who was practicing sword in the open space of the square, shouted enthusiastically at him while running here.

There was a bit of disgust in Yu Sheng's eyes, and he pretended not to see it and continued walking towards the meeting hall. Meng Xiangyang followed up in a dizzy manner: "Master, you are back, have you found my junior brother?"

"..."

"Master, why don't you talk? My junior brother hasn't been found yet, what should I do!" Meng Xiangyang suddenly had a bitter face: "I miss him so much! How can a good person be lost!"

"..." Yu Sheng, who was getting dizzy from hearing it, finally realized what a precious and beautiful quality it is not to talk.

"Go to practice swords, I have something else to do." Yu Sheng replied perfunctorily, and pushed the door into the meeting hall.

There was no one in the meeting hall, so he walked straight to his seat, turned around and sat down, and refilled himself with a glass of water.

Just as the teapot was put down, there were thin red lines on his fingertips.

Brother has not left the Central Plains yet...

Yu Sheng leaned on the back of the chair, sensing Xi Feiluan's position. He had stayed near Qiongdu for a long time and had a tendency to turn around, but now he started to move.

Yu Sheng closed his eyes, thinking about where he wanted to go.

Not going north...but going west all the time.

After a while, he opened his eyes and frowned slightly.

He suddenly realized that he seemed to pay too much attention to that person recently.

No matter how similar that person is to the original one, he has already become a demon. Even if he wants to focus on it, he should use this focus on eliminating demons and defending the way.

But Yu Sheng knew in his heart that his excessive concern did not seem to be as simple as simply wanting to eliminate demons and defend the way.

There are two voices in my head that seem to be fighting, one is saying: "Even if Shige became a demon, but the person has not changed, maybe this is all a misunderstanding, there is still room for change, isn't it?"

Another voice immediately retorted: "What room does a devil need to turn around? He has admitted it himself, so do you still need you to help him find a reason?"

The previous voice was unwilling to give up: "But he is back again, he likes this place, and he will desperately want to protect those disciples in the sect. He is the same as before, nothing has changed!"

"It's all fake! He lied to you!" The last voice suddenly became fierce: "He wants to keep you in the dark, and he wants to make fun of you! Stupidity!"

The door of the meeting hall suddenly opened, and the cold wind came in. The second elder straightened his sleeves and closed the door. Seeing Yu Sheng sitting there with a gloomy expression, he asked, "You're back?"

Yu Sheng raised his head and said slowly: "Second Elder."

"Why doesn't your face look very good?" The second elder walked over, "But when you went to Wuchang Temple, you were squeezed by that Qin Sect Master?"

Yu Sheng shook his head: "Is Zongzhong okay these two days?"

"Everything is going smoothly. The Yaozu sent an apology for the incident with the mermaids last time, saying that it was poor management, and all the apologies have been listed in the warehouse."

Yu Sheng frowned: "Poor governance?"

Those four simple words almost ruined the lives of the new generation of Huanqi Palace disciples.

The second elder sighed softly: "These monsters have always been like this. Before when no barriers were set up in those villages, every year the residents in the villages would be killed by the monsters coming from the border. Disaster, I will take your teacher..."

The second elder's words came to an abrupt end, Yu Sheng: "Who are you taking? My senior brother?"

The second elder glanced at him cautiously, seeing that he had no unusual emotions, he continued slowly: "Yes, he and I went to clean up the surrounding area of ​​the village, and then set up the first enchantment to exorcise evil spirits there. Only people can live in peace.”

"Speaking of which, the Second Elder used to spend the most time with my senior brother..."

The second elder was startled, thinking he was going to say something, but Yu Sheng didn't continue talking, he closed his mouth and didn't know what he was thinking.

Yu Sheng: "By the way, send some people to squat in Guiyuan in the past two days. According to what the monk said, there may be some changes after a while."

……

"Where are you taking me?" In the howling wind, Xi Feiluan was blinded by the wind, and his mouth was full of wind.

The demon king grabbed his arm and took him across the night sky with the technique of flying. Hearing his question, he flicked his toes and stopped on a branch of a tall tree. Xi Feiluan also stood on it. The demon king said: "You can guess Take a guess."

Xi Feiluan looked around blankly.

There are no trees to be seen any further, and there is wasteland all around, full of desolation.

Xi Feiluan: "...are you lost too?"

"..."

"Let's go to Guiyuan to watch the excitement."

"What's going on there?"

"Of course you will know."

Within three to five miles of Guiyuanyuan, many disciples from the three sects were walking back and forth on the devastated land.

Holding the magic circle in their hands, they slowly carved golden lines on the ground. While painting, the two disciples dressed in Huanqi Palace chatted one after another: "Are the masters so nervous? Guiyuan is fine, it's the seventh day of the lunar new year, so there's no movement down there, and they sent us here to work in the cold..."

"Keep your voice down, there are many people around here, it seems that all the elders have been mobilized, and some uncles from our sect have also come - look, people from Wuchang Temple have come."

The two looked up, and in the distance, a group of monks in golden and red cassocks were coming here.

Both of them fell silent, not daring to speak again.

"It's right here." The abbot monk who walked in the front pointed to his feet, and several monks immediately dispersed, sat down cross-legged on the spot, and began to recite the Buddha's mantra. The enclosure covers the area directly above Guiyuan.

"Looking at this situation... it seems that there is something wrong..." a disciple of Huanqi Palace raised his head and said.

"What's the matter, don't be crowed, so many masters are staring at it." The people on the side reprimanded.

The sky of Guiyuan is a strange color of red and purple, entwined by red and purple black clouds, like a huge magic eye, overlooking the insignificant people on this land.

The disciples of each family had finished setting up, retreated to the outside of Guiyuan, and set up tents on the slightly gentler ground for the disciples to rest.

Tonight, they will stay here all night, ready to be called at any time. Although most of them don't know what might happen next, they all shut their mouths tacitly. If you need it, just stand around and let the wind out.

The monks of Wuchang Temple have been sitting cross-legged on the ground very close to the edge of Guiyuan, closing their eyes and reciting Buddhist mantras quietly, as if everything around them has nothing to do with them.

As night fell gradually, darkness shrouded this strange land. There was a faint purple light emitting from the bottom of the ghost abyss, as if there was some kind of magical power, luring the surrounding people to look at the bottom of the abyss.

After guarding here for several days, the disciples of each family have not seen any changes in the ghost abyss. Everyone's heart sank slightly, and some people ran out of the tents to watch the night scene on the edge of the abyss.

"It's so beautiful..." A disciple murmured while looking at the purple light at the bottom of the abyss.

The dots of light under the abyss converge into a deep or shallow galaxy, and the purple light flows slowly towards the sky, which is too beautiful to behold.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" The other disciples on the side pulled him back: "What's so interesting about this place, let's go."

Before the words fell, the ground shook slightly.

The disciple's face changed: "Do you feel anything?"

"Okay, it seems like..."

The two looked at each other, and they both saw endless fear in each other's eyes, so they involuntarily took two steps back.

A few steps away, the abbot monk who had been sitting cross-legged in meditation stood up, walked to the edge and looked into the ghost abyss. The golden-red cassock was blown up by the wind, making a sound of hunting. He said Amitabha, and said slowly: "The almsgiver Don't panic."

A disciple suppressed the fear in his heart: "Master, what's going on?"

The abbot monk didn't answer, his Gujing Wubo's eyes reflected the brilliant purple galaxy, and there were black ripples surging in that galaxy.

"Zi Shi is almost here..." The abbot lowered his eyes, and his voice seemed to be sighing.

"What should come, can never be avoided."

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