Daozun and I turned the enemy into gay[Jian San]

After briefly describing the past and the aftermath, Jiang Changxing asked concerned: "Speaking of which, since Yunya and the others came with you, where is he now?"

Wei Heng answered him truthfully: "When I first entered the abyss, I was separated from Sect Master Jiang and others. I was afraid of attracting the attention of the demons. I didn't use the fireworks to send messages. The left and right should meet at the center."

As a result, Jiang Changxing looked at them with loving eyes.

The meaning of that kind of eyes is very complicated, like a well-informed elder, while sighing for the innocence of the younger generation who has never seen the world, and at the same time saying forget it, what else can my younger generation do?

It was the first time for Wei Heng Shu Yao to be looked at with such eyes: "..."

Jiang Changxing considered how not to hurt the self-esteem of these two lovely juniors.

He said: "There is nothing wrong with being careful, but in the abyss, you don't have to worry about attracting the attention of the demons."

Shu Yao: "..."

Are all the current demons so Buddhist?

Sure enough, the Buddha's light shines everywhere, even the abyss can penetrate.

Shu Yao decided to show more respect to the monk who taught the Fa next time.

As if he also felt that what he said was outrageous and empty, Jiang Changxing explained: "You should have seen low-level demons on the outskirts of the abyss. How do you feel?"

Wei Heng: "I have almost no sanity, only thinking about eating."

"now it's right."

When Jiang Changxing thought that he had been with these guys for hundreds of years without knowing it, he couldn't help but feel a little bit vicissitudes:

"The low-level demons have nothing else to think about except eating. The higher-level demons will notice that you are different from the breath of the abyss, but most of their thoughts are taken up by blood food, and they won't worry about you. Like the devil king and general The demons who are above all the demons will be aware of your threat."

Shu Yao held his breath for a moment.

Just when he thought that Jiang Changxing was going to teach them how to deal with demon kings and generals and kill them with one blow, he only heard Jiang Changxing's vicissitudes:

"But that doesn't matter. They only want to eat enough to have the strength to fight. Nothing you do will change your status as a bloody food in their eyes, and you can't prevent them from eating, so be it."

"..."

Shu Yao was stunned to hear some self-defeating from Jiang Changxing's words.

Think about it too.

In Jiang Changxing's era, there is no Taoist with a transcendent status in the immortal way. As the suzerain of Falling into the Blue Sky, anyone who sees him will avoid it.

Such an influential figure, going down into the abyss with the head of Xuanshan and the abbot of Liudao Temple, who are also influential figures, won't get the attention of defense against the battle of ten thousand demons——

Instead, those who eat blood and eat blood eat blood and concentrate on eating without distractions.

It's kind of depressing to think about.

Shu Yao seemed to understand why the outskirts of the abyss they had walked through was barren, and asked, "I wondered why there were no buildings around the abyss, but I heard from Senior Jiang..."

"That's right." Jiang Changxing answered knowingly, "The demons focus on eating, except for a few people who are a little more particular about the demon king and the generals, and the rest of the demons will not waste their time on building houses. You need to be in the kitchen to cook."

"..."

No wonder the abyssal demons have only been covered up for tens of thousands of years in ancient books, and they are unknown.

As far as they are like, they probably don't want to try to break the seal and see what the outside world is like.

It is also difficult to be known.

If it wasn't for Ziweixing's own reasons, the seal would be weakened, the abyssal devil energy would dissipate, and the demon race, which can be satisfied by cannibalism, would be almost innocent and harmless.

Shu Yao had fun thinking about it.

Even though he has been trapped in this whole place for hundreds of years, Jiang Changxing still doesn't see the gloomy color, his brows are like mountains, and the sea is hidden in his eyes. Looking over the past, he sees a vast sea and sky that opens his mind. He sighed:

"Originally, the demons were born with the bloody resentment accumulated for thousands of years when the lonely evil was rampant. People who have bloody resentment have countless different reasons for hatred during life, and their resentment is exactly the same after death. If you want to devour all living beings, peel the skin and tear apart the bones, how much wisdom can you expect from the demons?"

It is gratifying that the four-faced figure who does not grow into three heads and six arms is already very worthy of the eyes.

Shu Yao: "...I really want to tell Your Majesty to change the name of the Mo Dao, so that it doesn't sound like it has a constant connection with the Mo Clan."

Simply shameful.

He has practiced for 300 years to reach the peak of Mahayana, and he took the position of Demon Lord, not to get involved with these demons.

Wei Heng seemed to see Shu Yao's disgust.

I don't know how he seems to do it, his voice is clear and flat as before, but it contains the gentle and consoling meaning like a spring breeze, blowing the ice and snow into his face, so that people don't feel unattainable and daunting, but make people linger in it. The green hills are first exposed, the Chengjiang River is stretching below, and the beautiful scenery covered with white clouds is above.

"He is very good, and he will not be confused."

Shu Yao smiled, concealed the coldness in his eyes, and said distantly: "Your Majesty is naturally very good, so don't bother Dao Zun."

Shu Yao finally understood where the lingering depression came from since the meeting in the Ziwei Secret Realm.

He was afraid that Wei Heng would recognize his true identity as Tianyao Pixia.

It was simply suffocating, a peerless embarrassing scene that could have directly died on the spot.

He was even more afraid that Wei Heng would not be able to recognize him, but he was obviously different from everyone else.

If so, then it's not Shu Yao who is under Tianyao's skin.

It was Tian Yao.

For more than three hundred years, Shu Yao has never been so indecisive, worrying about gains and losses.

It has been since the moment when the Shu family was destroyed when they first entered the other world.

It was still the same when he turned against Seven Kills and went to the Demon Palace.

If at the beginning it was a monstrous hatred, gritted teeth and insisted on not admitting defeat, then later on, it means knowing what you want and understanding what you are looking for.

Even if the road is lonely, it is already very good to be able to go on without any regrets.

Shu Yao was never afraid of being alone.

What he is afraid of is disappointment.

But when Wei Heng came, everything was not that simple.

Shu Yao is arrogant and adoring by nature, so of course he doesn't like his current disposition of worrying about gains and losses.

As an unreasonable demon cultivator, he unreasonably angered Wei Heng, and also angered Po Jun who encouraged him to dress up as a woman.

If it wasn't for the water in my head at the beginning, how could there be so many bad things?

Breaking the military:"???"

Brother, you all know that your own brain got into the water, and you still want to blame me, can you make some sense?

"It turns out that the Demon Dao has already replaced the Demon Lord."

Jiang Changxing knew that if the Gusha Demon Lord from the past, he would definitely not be praised by Wei Heng, so he sighed clearly: "I think this Demon Lord is a cultivator of Tian Xing? That would be a good thing."

"It's a good thing." Wei Heng said.

"He is a Demon Lord, and it is a good thing for both immortals and demons, and for the world, even if he may not be happy about it in his heart."

Shu Yao: "???"

Why didn't I know that I was so high-spirited and upright, but I still endured humiliation and forcibly ascended to the position of Demon Lord for the common people in the world?

He couldn't help but start to doubt;

Did you and Wei Heng ever truly have a romantic relationship?

Jiang Changxing was also in a daze.

It turns out that I haven't been out of the secret realm for hundreds of years, and there are generations of talents. Is the Demon Lord on the side of the Demon Dao so strange?

This didn't prevent Jiang Changxing from looking worried when he saw Shu Yao.

He and the old head of Xuanshan are old friends, and he treats Wei Heng as his son and nephew. Jiang Yunya is not around, so of course, his heart full of love and kindness inevitably falls on Wei Heng.

He passed on the sound transmission, passing on his experience as someone who has experienced it, and earnestly taught: "In front of your sweetheart, it's better not to praise others."

Not what Jiang Changxing thought.

Wei Heng thought, Shu Yao was probably listening to the side and praising himself, which was a little embarrassing.

But Shu Yao is really good.

He also hoped that in Jiang Changxing's eyes, Shu Yao would be fine.

However, Wei Heng paused for a moment.

Shu Yao would never be happy to let Jiang Changxing know that he and Mozun are the same person.

So Wei Heng followed what Shu Yao thought in his imagination, and answered Jiang Changxing seriously: "Tianyao is Tianyao, and Mozun is Mozun. Even if they are equally good, the two cannot be discussed."

The look of surprise on Shu Yao's face became even more serious.

He didn't want people to see the joke, even if he was angry, it was extremely forbearing and restrained, a thin layer of coldness.

The beauty is angry, like the dew on the peony flower, which dyes the magnificent color deeper, almost shocking.

Jiang Changxing: "..."

Okay, it doesn't help.

He tried his best to change the subject, and asked, "Speaking of which, how is Du Wei doing now?"

Wei Heng said: "Junior Sister is very nice."

"That's good." Jiang Changxing said with relief.

"Your master told me that you and your senior brother are all carved out of the same template, serious and unsmiling. Only Du Wei is well-behaved, lively, considerate, and can give him some comfort in raising an apprentice."

Wei Heng fell silent and did not answer.

Shu Yao: "..."

Jiang Yunya devoted himself to medicine, and was obedient and considerate to Du Xuanhe.

I really don't know what kind of upheavals Xiandao has experienced secretly during the hundreds of years when Jiang Changxing was not in Xiandao.

We can only hope that the heavenly king Baoxin Dan who is the head of Xuanshan will bring enough pills to save Jiang Changxing from the fire and water.

******

There was an old monk walking in a big city where Xianxiu gathered.

He is slightly fat, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes. Although he is old, he does not give people a sense of aging. He is round and pleasing, like the Maitreya Buddha enshrined in the temple.

The old monk's cassock was torn, his breath was ordinary, and his clothes were dusty, like a person who came out of a small temple to see the world.

And that's exactly what he did.

The old monk looked at everything.

Seeing the exquisite and splendid buildings like castles in the clouds, he would be amazed.

Seeing the Yujian Changhong in the sky, the aura like a horse, and the precious chariots drawn by all kinds of strange and rare birds and beasts intertwined, he couldn't stop shouting, his eyes lingered.

Even if he saw ordinary immortal cultivators coming and going like running water, and the ordinary sun hanging high in the sky, the old monk seemed to not dislike the loud noise and the glare of the sun, so he wanted to say good-bye with a smile.

But the immortal cultivators couldn't care less about laughing at the old monk bumpkin.

Because they have more important things to do.

Today, the bookstore in the city has printed a new secret history of Liudao Temple.

They didn't grab it last time, so of course they won't let it go this time.

When the old monk saw the immortal cultivators coming and going, they all looked in a hurry and walked in a hurry. Looking at their behavior, if they were not concerned about the ban on flying in the city, it would be too slow to fly directly.

These immortal cultivators were finally remitted to the book shop, forming a long queue.

The old monk looked at them with a smile, his eyes were soft and approving.

It turns out that 300 years later, the spirit of learning in Xiandao is so prosperous now?

This is something that the old monk was far inferior to when he was in the Immortal Dao.

It is not in vain that the old monk and two old friends died here.

Admiring and admiring, the last abbot of Liudao Temple, Monk Bukong, inevitably became curious, what kind of books can make immortal cultivators flock to them?

Thinking about it, it must be an extremely incisive explanation of the essence of the Dao, and a secret book of the mysteries of practice, right?

Monk Bukong decided to buy a copy of Haosheng himself to pay his respects.

He walked slowly, and stood at the end of the line in a leisurely manner. By the way, he asked a young immortal cultivator in harmony: "Dare to ask, my friend, who is the book written by Sheng Sheng, which can make everyone admire it so much?"

"what?"

The young Xianxiu turned his head and saw that it was an old monk, his expression suddenly became strange.

Alas, the young people in Xiandao now really know the etiquette. When they saw the old monk, they were so restrained.

Monk Bukong understood the young man's hidden worries, and comforted him with a smile: "Don't worry, my friend. Although I am old, I still have a lot of insight and vision. I still have the desire to learn. Just say it, my friend."

Unexpectedly, the young man was not only relieved, but also jumped a step back as if he was electrocuted.

Monk Bukong: "???"

Are young people in Xiandao shy now?

I shouldn't be that scary.

The young man hesitated, as if he was very embarrassed: "That book is called the Secret History of Liudao Temple..."

Monk Bukong: "???"

When was the secret history of Liudao Temple revealed?

How is it now?

He couldn't help worrying about the safety of Liudao Temple, even his demeanor was not as leisurely as before.

Little do they know that young people are also working hard to build themselves psychologically.

The old monk has a kind face and a tattered cassock, so he must be an eminent monk who is not driven by foreign objects.

Yes, Monk.

It must not be what he thought, who wanted to come and read the secret history of Liudao Temple.

The young man kindly persuaded: "Master, you pure Buddhists, you don't need to read the secret history of Liudao Temple."

Monk Bukong: "???"

Why, after 300 years, has the discrimination against my disciples of the Buddhist sect in the Immortal Dao been so profound?

Who can't have a thirst for knowledge?

While Monk Bukong was worried about the situation of Liudao Temple, he also couldn't help worrying about the situation of Wuwang Temple, which was in the same spirit.

As he expected, if the immortal way demoted the Buddha, it must be because the reputation of the two temples of the Six Paths Wuwang is not as good as before.

With this in mind, Monk Bukong became even more determined to see the secret history of Liudao Temple, and resolutely refused: "Thank you for your kindness, but the old monk is still strong and strong, and I think he can stand up to the secret history of Liudao Temple. test."

The way the young Xianxiu looked at him changed.

Not only the young Xianxiu, but the entire team of Xianxiu heard their conversation with strange eyes and whispered.

"Tsk, I see that old monk has no desires, no desires, an outsider's appearance, and he will come to buy the secret history of Liudao Temple if he doesn't want to."

"What's this? Look at Abbot Jiekong in the secret history of Liudao Temple, isn't he also the suzerain of the Six Schools, the leader of Buddhism? In terms of Buddhist attainments, who can surpass him?"

"That's true, I kind of believe that what the secret history of Liudao Temple said is true."

"I just don't know who the author is, who can know the two high-level secrets of the fairy and demon one by one?"

"I think it is also one of the six suzerains. Abbot Wuchen is dedicated to the Buddha, and most likely he would not do it for this matter. The dean of the academy is obsessed with academics, and the master of the inverted mountain is born for seeing. The same is true. The six temples are all empty. The abbot and the head of Xuanshan will not blow themselves up—"

The man stopped his throat here.

But suspicious candidates are looming.

Many immortal cultivators clapped their hands and suddenly realized: "Fellow Daoist, are you talking about Sect Master Jiang who fell into the blue sky?!"

"It does make sense."

"To be honest, I also think it's the work of Sovereign Jiang."

The long queue got shorter little by little, and before sunset, Monk Bukong finally got the secret history of Liudao Temple.

Liudao Temple was where he spent half his life. When Monk Bukong opened it, his hands were stiff and his smile disappeared.

And when he saw the content clearly, Monk Bukong's brain and hands froze together.

He fell straight down.

Before falling down, let out a last desperate roar on the verge of collapse: "All empty!! Jiang Yunya!!!"

A kind-hearted Xianxiu saw it and passed by to help him, "Oh, I told Master earlier that you don't want to read the secret history of Liudao Temple, why, you are old, you really can't stand the stimulation, right?"

Monk Bukong had no demeanor as an eminent monk, and kept rolling his eyes.

His companion passed by, and said casually: "Hey, you dare to help the old monk, are you afraid that the other party will blackmail you and lose your family?"

"Yes."

The young man was suddenly solemn, and sighed: "The people of Buddhism nowadays are so sinister, I can't help but want to covet the beauty of others, and even want to come to touch porcelain to extort money."

Because it was unfounded, Schrödinger's extortion of money, he suddenly felt a sense of sympathy and sympathy for the greedy wolf envoy.

They are all suffering from the sufferings of Buddhists.

Alas, Dao Zun is really scum.

I hope Tanlangshi can have a good time with his little beauty.

******

Greedy Wolf doesn't know whether Abbot Jiekong suffered or not.

Anyway, Abbot Jiekong is really suffering from the Lord of the Seven Regions now.

I don't know how the hell the Lord of the Seven Regions found the location of Liudao Temple from the barren mountains and ridges, broke through the formation, and directly knocked on the door to enter.

The one who greeted him was the little novice who had met once in the Ziwei Secret Realm.

The Lord of the Seventh Region couldn't stop talking, and greeted: "You are loyal and brave, and you came to the Ziwei Secret Realm to save your abbot, why are you still sweeping here?"

Don't even get a promotion?

Buddhism is really too poor.

The Lord of the Seven Regions shuddered, and suddenly felt that even though the immortal way is very interesting, there are good places and bad places.

The good place is undoubtedly the Hanging Sword Mountain.

As for the title of Bad Place, the Lord of the Seven Regions felt that Liudao Temple could be worn very stably.

The little novice had a bitter face, the round face that turned out to be naive was a little thinner: "No. The abbot said that I acted recklessly and left the temple without authorization, and fined me to clean the six-path temple that has been around for a hundred years."

The Lord of the Seventh Region couldn't help but condemned deeply: "You abbot is really too harsh, even our Demonic Dao doesn't do such embarrassing things."

Abbot Jiekong sensed the coming of the Lord of the Seventh Region, so he couldn't let him dig into the wall again.

So he appeared outside the gate the next moment, lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, reciting a Buddha's name.

Even though he couldn't hear what Abbot Jiekong was saying in the sky, he couldn't help but feel that all distracting thoughts were swept away, and all honor and disgrace were forgotten.

Abbot Jiekong said: "The Lord of the Seven Regions of the Demonic Way came from afar, and must have important matters to discuss, please come with me."

The Lord of the Seventh Region nodded reservedly.

At this time, the exaggerated colorful clothes, gold, silver and jewelry on his body were no longer ridiculously exaggerated.

Their brilliance has settled thickly, but they are still dazzling, and they become things that can pierce the bones of people's souls.

The Lord of the Seven Regions stepped down to create wind, and followed Abbot Jie Kong to the quiet room in the wing.

Abbot Jiekong said: "I won't go into details, I dare to ask the Lord of the Seven Regions why?"

In fact, the seven domain masters really have no serious business.

It was Shu Yao who was in a bad mood, and wanted to make others feel bad, so he sent the Lord of the Seven Regions here.

The Lord of the Seven Regions deserves to be a fellow practitioner of Heavenly Punishment with Shu Yao, and is a subordinate of the Demon Dao.

He couldn't go to Daoxuanjian Mountain, he couldn't listen to the gossip of immortality, and he was in a bad mood.

Happy to make trouble for Abbot Jiekong.

But in front of Abbot Ren Jiekong, you can't say that.

The Buddha will also have a moment of King Kong's angry eyes. If you say this, you will undoubtedly be kicked out by Abbot Jiekong.

Fortunately, before the Lord of the Seventh Region came, he was fully prepared.

He smiled sternly, and threw a notebook out of his sleeve and put it on the desk, with a crisp voice: "I'm here to ask the abbot for an explanation."

Abbot Jiekong: "???"

From the moment he saw the Lord of the Seven Regions, there was a faint ominous omen in his heart.

But when he saw the contents of the book, Abbot Jiekong climbed to the top with an unknown heart.

The cover and packaging are exactly the same as those of Xuanshan Secret History, and the traces of pen and ink are exactly the same.

The only difference is that the word "Liu Dao Temple" is eye-catching before the secret history.

The Lord of the Seventh Region began to criticize bitterly: "My lord was in a bad mood when he saw this secret history of Liudao Temple, so he specially sent me here to inquire about it."

"Abbot, I didn't say that. Although the relationship between my lord and Dao Zun is like yesterday, but in terms of appearance and strength, he and Dao Zun are the real match."

Abbot Jiekong: "???"

It turns out that now the Taoist couple is not compatible, can it be decided by looking at the face?

So the way of magic is superficial?

He took care of the confusion caused by being caught off guard, and slowly said: "To tell the truth, the poor monk once met the Demon Lord and advised him to cut off his emotions and desires."

Now it seems that my opinion is not wrong.

Even if it is the heavenly punishment that restrains one's body, there will always be a day when he will be enslaved by the seven emotions and six desires and cannot be restrained.

The Lord of the Seven Regions was inconceivable: "It's fine if you have a crush on my venerable, but you still persuade him to cut off the seven emotions and six desires? Will you destroy what you can't get?"

Tsk, black, really black hearted.

He is so black that he is a person in the magic way, and he is ashamed of himself.

Abbot Jiekong: "???"

Once a person is unlucky, there is no end to it.

One after another, one after another.

For example, Abbot Jiekong is now.

After being polluted by the master of the Seven Regions with the spirit of the secret history of Liudao Temple, he actually saw his master, whom he hadn't seen for hundreds of years, walk in with an angry face.

Abbot Jiekong, who had stood up for a long time, hesitated for a moment, and said pleasantly: "Master, is it you? Have you escaped from the abyss?"

The surprise of reunion after a long absence made Abbot Jiekong ignore his master's dark expression of anger.

Not at all like the abbot's impression, the Bukong monk who smiled like Maitreya Buddha, and children would reach out and ask him for a candy.

"Yes, I'm back." Monk Bukong said gloomyly, "Are you disappointed? Someone will take care of you when I come back."

Abbot Jiekong was terrified, and he wished to kneel down on the spot for his master in fear: "How is that possible? Master and I love each other like a father and son. After a hundred years of careful teaching, it is not an exaggeration to say that the master is ecstatic when he comes back."

"Hmph" sneered.

Monk Bukong slammed the Zen staff hard, with such force that it cracked the ground a few times.

The sound hit Abbot Jiekong's heart, almost made his heart beat into his throat, and he ran away.

Abbot Bukong was impatient and said to him that you come and go.

He simply and neatly pulled out a notebook from his sleeve.

It landed on the table with a "click", exactly the same as the Secret History of Liudao Temple brought by the Lord of the Seven Regions, no different.

Abbot Jiekong was dizzy for a while and couldn't speak at all.

Even the Lord of the Seventh Region suffocated for a moment, feeling that this scene was too exciting.

Monk Bukong hammered the ground with his Zen stick heavily, and said with a sneer, "You are very good! I taught you that you are beautiful and white-boned since childhood, and you should treat them all, but you want to covet and covet the beauty of other demons???"

He glanced at the Lord of the Seventh Region, and his voice was like a bell; "You are still ashamed to throw yourself in front of the Demon Dao, and the Demon Venerable personally sent someone to find him? I might as well just die in the abyss, so I don't worry!"

Abbot Jiekong could not answer.

Because he has completely passed out.

It can be regarded as a temporary escape from this filthy world.

The seven domain masters couldn't answer either.

In order to avoid being knocked on the head by the double Zen sticks of Monk Bukong and Abbot Jiekong, in order to save his life, he had no choice but to forget Shu Yao's instructions and run away.

It's a pity that getting rid of the world is impossible to get rid of completely.

After a brief faint, there is a long torture waiting for Abbot Jiekong.

Abbot Jiekong wakes up leisurely, and finds that his master is weighing the Zen staff resentfully, as if he is thinking about how to use the Zen staff, and how to hit him on the head is more frosty and more relieved.

The abbot was so frightened that he couldn't care less about parting for a hundred years, so he hurried to get down to business.

"In the abyss this time, the Demon Lord didn't know where he was before he moved. It is 100% for the Pojun Envoy to go. I am thinking that the Abyssal Demon Race may not be enough to solve the Pojun Envoy—"

"It's not enough to solve the Pojun Envoy?"

Monk Bukong said in astonishment: "How could it not be enough? The abyssal demon clan is enough to deal with the Demon Lord 300 years ago. Could it be that this army-breaking envoy is even more powerful than the Demon Lord?"

Abbot Jiekong seems to be in a dilemma.

He said: "I don't know how the Pojunshi is compared to the demons 300 years ago, but I know that if the demons attack the Pojunshi, people in the immortal way will definitely not stand by and watch."

Abbot Jiekong slowly evoked a smile.

That smile is compassionate like a god or Buddha.

But gods and Buddhas live in the sky, 33 layers of heaven, so high and so far away, they don't know the suffering of sentient beings, even if they show mercy, they are cruel and indifferent from above.

The same is true of Jiekong Abbot.

"When I went to the Mysterious Mystery Realm, I restrained the auras of the young chiefs of the Six Sects. With Master's familiarity with the abyss, coupled with my Liudao Temple's transmission of the secret method, it is enough to send them there and distract the Mahayanas of the Immortal Dao. Protection, there is an opportunity to take advantage of."

Monk Bukong looked at him in shock.

It was as if he was shocked that he hadn't seen him for a hundred years, but his disciples hadn't grown up enough to think of such a bad idea.

In fact, Abbot Jiekong is also very helpless.

Thinking of the group of card players who played cards and those who read the secret history, the only normal one was fascinated by the magic cultivator, and the other had an Achilles' heel in money. What could Abbot Jiekong do?

You can't fight if you fight, and you can't kill if you kill.

If the killing is over, what is left in this world?

Abbot Jiekong, as a Buddhist cultivator with ideals, only thinks of a world without demons and a world of great harmony.

Without thinking of destroying the world, let Jiekong Temple truly be independent from the world.

Otherwise, where would he go to buy chickens, ducks and vegetable seeds to raise chickens and ducks, plant grass and water flowers? ? ?

Monk Bukong was a little suffocated when he heard Abbot Jiekong's reasons, and stubbornly couldn't believe the facts: "It's only a few hundred years, has the immortality fallen so far?"

Abbot Kanaku, who accepted the fact, remained calm.

He calmly pushed out the ups and downs of Xuanshan Secret History: "Master, do you want to take a look at this?"

Soon, a roar of grief, indignation and despair shook the broken roof tiles of Liudao Temple:

"What is it that Lao Tzu went down into the abyss to save his life 300 years ago?!!!"

Monk Bukong couldn't bear to accept this filthy world, so he went to seek a short-term escape.

If you are a master and apprentice, you will be completely dizzy.

******

In fact, the immortals were not as scattered as Shu Yao and Wei Heng thought.

When Ziweixing suddenly opened the teleportation array leading to the abyss, Jiang Yunya and Dean, a pair of century-old friends, reacted quickly and pulled each other tightly.

Xuanhe Peak Master was afraid that he would be alone and had no entertainment, so he quickly grabbed Jiang Yunya's other sleeve.

But the dean, in the blink of an eye, did not forget the dust-free abbot who had the lowest sense of existence, and grabbed him with one hand swiftly.

With the four of them working together, it is not too difficult to open up a passage.

So the four of them came to the abyss together, looking around, they were all wilderness.

Before they could find a good place to sit down and play a game of cards to calm their minds, they saw Wei Heng's call fireworks.

The four were the fastest to arrive.

Po Jun followed closely behind.

As soon as Pojun arrived, the atmosphere at the scene became tense.

The reason is that Po Jun was also very nervous, and he dragged Shu Yao to keep asking questions: "Ayao, how are you doing in the abyss? Is there any hindrance? Did you come here by yourself, or did you go with someone along the way?" ?”

A large series of words can be summed up in four words:

Did it fall off the horse?

Shu Yao raised his eyes without a smile on his face, it was so cold that the soft spring water in his eyes was covered with an unseasonable autumn frost:

"I'm walking with Dao Zun. Sect Master Jiang and the others still had time to react and walk with us holding hands, but you and I were separated."

Heh, Shu Yao has seen the plastic brotherhood to the fullest today.

Could Po Jun say that it was his friendship with Shu Yao, and could it not compare to Jiang Yunya's obsession with the poker table?

Can he say that he didn't snatch Wei Heng and give way under the sun and the moon?

he can not.

Po Jun could only talk about him from left to right: "I feel at ease when you are with Dao Zun."

Shu Yao: "???"

Brother, this made me very worried when I believed in the evil of your women's clothing and came out with you because of the lard.

It was probably because Shu Yao's eyes were too cold, which made Po Jun's little conscience ache.

Or he was worried that if Shu Yao's identity was exposed, everyone present would end badly.

Po Jun's conscience realized that he took a step behind Shu Yao to protect him, and with a very faint smile, he nodded politely to Wei Heng.

It is more appropriate to say that it is a provocation rather than a polite greeting.

"You Lao Taoist came to see Gu Ayao all the way, but Ayao and I were entrusted by Tanlang to come all the way, so don't bother Daoist anymore."

Wei Heng also didn't seem to care about the demonstrative intention hidden under the polite words, but said indifferently: "I haven't troubled you, Ayao is fine, and I don't need to take care of him."

If Shu Yao is willing to make a move, those wandering low-level demons will not be enough to watch.

I am afraid that it is the demon king who is in the center of the demon realm, so he has the power to fight.

Certainly not a drag.

Xuanhe and the peak master breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, Po Junshi has nothing to say to his friends, and snatched him back from his senior brother."

One demon is enough.

Why bother to harm another Tianyao?

And remembering that the culprits are all a Sai and an incomparable beauty, Xuan and Peak Master's hearts will still ache.

The dean also said: "It should be so."

It can be seen that they are in favor of Xuan and Peak Lord.

Abbot Wuchen saw through everything, but smiled and said nothing.

Again, he is a master of the Six Sects who has seen the world.

Even read the three secret histories.

It's just a female decoration show, so it's not worth the fuss.

Lian Zheng and Jiang Changxing were deeply in love with each other, and Jiang Yunya, who tearfully narrated his farewell, did not forget to cast a sympathetic look at Xuanhe Peak Master.

Jiang Changxing couldn't help shaking his head: "Yunya, I didn't mean you. Although Miss Tianyao is a demon, she is also a descendant of Tian Xing. How can you still rejoice because of the distinction between immortals and demons, and the marriage of bad people?"

Jiang Yunya opened his mouth: "No, I'm not..."

I am not a bad marriage because of the distinction between immortals and demons.

I'm simply afraid that the Demon Lord will be unreasonable and get angry, and come and smash half of me into the sky.

Rao is as eloquent as Jiang Yunya, but he didn't know where to start this love-hate entanglement.

Jiang Changxing shook his head secretly again and sighed.

Don't think that the younger generations of their generation are not as open-minded as the older generation.

Jiang Changxing is full of fighting spirit.

If you can't meet it, that's all.

If you encounter it, you can't say that you should do your duty as a teacher and teach the juniors to be tolerant and open.

He is not that narrow-minded and old-fashioned who can't tolerate love between immortals and demons!

But this matter is a long story, Jiang Changxing held back first, and asked instead, "Speaking of which, I am in the residence where I fell into the blue sky, how did you arrange it?"

Jiang Yunya's smile gradually stiffened.

The smiles of Xuan and Peak Master, who knew the inside story, gradually froze.

They knew about Jiang Changxing's residence in Falling Blue Sky.

Still familiar.

Because that place is the highest peak of the falling blue sky, you can see the spring scenery of the falling blue sky and the mountains in spring, and look up at the summer night, as if you can reach out and touch the stars in the night.

Best for playing cards.

Xuanhe Peak Master and the others were also anxious and asked Jiang Yunya if he would offend Jiang Changxing.

Jiang Yunya waved his hand, very free and easy: "It doesn't matter, my master said that a residence is for people to live in. If someone has lived there, they will no longer live there. It's better to erect a monument."

His heresy is very good, fooling Xuan and the peak master and others to nod repeatedly: "Besides, when we play cards at the master's residence, we can also be regarded as talking about his old man and adding some fireworks to his old man."

Facing Jiang Changxing's kindly smiling gaze, Jiang Yunya pretended nothing happened, whitewashing the peace:

"Ah, master, I often go to see your residence."

Jiang Changxing was very moved.

Xuan, Peak Master and others nodded repeatedly.

Jiang Yunya said: "But speaking of it, that place has not been lived in for a hundred years, and it is already very old. It's time for me to go back and give it a good rest. Master, let's live with me first."

At least let him go and destroy the card table.

Xuan, Peak Master and others nodded repeatedly.

Jiang Changxing was even more moved when he heard it, and said with emotion: "Why bother to put in more effort? No matter how shabby it is, can it compare to the shabbiness of the abyss? Besides, if you take the trouble, it must not be bad."

Jiang Yunya just felt that he couldn't force a smile and continue the topic of death.

Along the way, he always looked upright and awe-inspiring as Sect Master Jiang. Whenever Xuan, Peak Master and others mentioned playing cards, he would reprimand him righteously and loudly:

"The principal of the peak and the abbot don't think about making progress all day long, but only think about playing cards. How can this be done by people in my practice?"

Hearing that, the Hanging Mountain Master was a little suffocated.

He suspected that he was about to be fainted by his companion before he saw the Demon King.

The head of Xuanshan felt the same: "Sect Master Jiang said well. If you know your mistakes, you can correct them."

First he frantically hinted to Xuan and Peak Master not to indulge in playing cards.

Xuan and Peak Master ignored him.

Then the head of the sect crazily hinted to Wei Heng not to fall to death on the same thread of the magic way.

As if Wei Heng had never heard of it, the sword energy instantly pierced through the bodies of the two demons who were rushing towards Shu Yao.

Along the way, Wei Heng was afraid that Shu Yao would make a move, which might show clues in Mahayana's eyes, but he would be the first to deal with any demons rushing towards Shu Yao.

It's too late to even break the army.

Tuo Weiheng protected him impeccably with his sword energy, and Shu Yao walked all the way, really just walking.

The peony on his skirt is as bright as ever, free from dust and blood.

The beauty is also extremely radiant, walking in the dark, dark abyss, as if walking in the nine heavens surrounded by clouds and surrounded by clouds, the fairy palace in Yaochi.

It makes people sway and think in this completely different environment, he should have been held in the palm of his hand like a bright moon jewel, cherished by all kinds of love, and everywhere he went, flowers would open the way and spread out beautifully.

Beauty is like a magic weapon, and it is invincible wherever it goes.

Shu Yao himself is also good-looking, not inferior to his current disguise.

But the reputation of the Greedy Wolf Envoy is too great, and his aura is too strong, so that people dare not have the heart to underestimate him.

"Tianyao" is different.

Seeing the reaction of Wei Heng and Xuan and the peak master, Xuan Shan's sect leader couldn't help feeling palpitated and took two Heavenly King Baoxin Pills.

In front of Jiang Changxing, Ruxuan and Peak Master, who are bad friends, also considerately reserved the final majesty for Jiang Yunya.

When the dean was about to speak honestly, Abbot Wuchen covered him with a sympathetic smile and said with a compassionate smile: "Sect Master Jiang is right, I will definitely take this as a warning in the future."

Jiang Changxing disagreed and said: "Yun Ya, the abbot is a year older than you, don't be like this. Besides, it's nothing to play a couple of cards occasionally to entertain the body and mind."

Alas, why are the disciples taught by themselves so unenlightened?

Jiang Changxing sighed secretly.

The Hanging Mountain Master was even more suffocated.

Shu Yao couldn't pretend anymore.

Just when Sect Master Jiang, who was upright and awe-inspiring, wanted to continue his performance and prove that his desire to seek the Tao can be learned from the world, a demon came to interrupt his confession.

This demon clan was not swept by the sword qi like his countless fellow clansmen.

Because he held a sword high in his hand.

All the Mahayanas know that sword.

It is the pearl that leads the smoke to the sea.

That Demon Race looked different from the lower Demon Race. He knew how to restrain his appetite and said in a hoarse voice:

"My lord said that even if you don't know this sword, you should go and tell it for the sake of fellow human monks."

Po Jun was speechless.

He was more worried about the adult's safety than he was worried about the motive of the adult's invitation in the mouth of the demons.

Is it because you feel that your head is so strong that you can withstand so many Mahayanas at the same time?

As the oldest person in the group, Jiang Changxing was also very speechless: "Your family is really not afraid of death. It seems that the lesson of 300 years ago is still too light."

He responded immediately: "You take us there."

The Hanging Mountain Master was as speechless as they were.

He wasn't worried about the situation of his disciples either, he just said grimly: "It seems that the sword formation I set up is still too light, and it can make him go out and run around."

Just hearing the tone made people worry about what happened to lead Changyan back to the Hanging Sword Mountain.

Jiang Yunya was about to say something fair: "Shanzhu, you can't say that. Think about Ziweixing. Is there anything it can't do?"

Ziweixing: "???"

I'm up there, do you have any questions?

The expression of the owner of the inverted mountain is slightly relaxed.

Xuan and Peak Master also wanted to speak a word of justice.

"Shanzhu, you can't stop the young man too much. Didn't you see the Pojun envoy here?"

Breaking the military:"???"

I'm still here and you gossip about me?

Senior brother is Wei Heng amazing?

The face of the master of the inverted mountain became tense again, and he gave Po Jun a cold look.

Shu Yao slowly raised his eyebrows.

If there is nothing wrong with the sword formation, Ziweixing is normal——

Then I ordered the Lord of the Seventh Region to take care of Abbot Jiekong.

Did the Lord of the Seven Regions go to chat with Abbot Jiekong or go to Liudao Temple for snacks? ? ?

It was unusual that Wei Heng didn't let him go.

His heart was soft, thinking about Ayao's signal, even if he broke with Xiandao, he still cared about the safety of Yin Changyan.

"It'll be fine, Yao. Don't worry."

Shu Yao frowned even higher.

He was half-smiling,