Zhenshanhai

Lin Pu won time from the demons, and waited for a group of "dead" masters in the practice world to come.

Nets were laid for hundreds of miles around, but within an hour or so, except for the chief culprit who was captured alive by Yuan Yao, the rest of the evil monsters were all wiped out.

Things like cleaning up the battlefield and removing traces were almost done, so Elder Wu led everyone in Jianyu to greet the junior uncle.

Although Lin Pu's seniority is high, she is a disciple of the Sword Domain after all, and the elders and powerful elders of the other sects have no friendship with her, so it is not necessary to go forward to perform the ceremony solemnly.

Wangjun Xin, a strong leopard-headed man with a rough face, and the kind-hearted old monk made a special trip to exchange greetings.

Xin Wangjun and the junior uncle are acquaintances, and when they saw each other, they came over to say hello and chat.The old monk came to thank him.

"The little apprentice was rescued by Uncle Lin, and the poor monk is here to thank you."

Lin Pu hurriedly said that he didn't dare.

The first Buddhist monk in the Bodhi Court is a great practitioner of the Shi family. When the altar was opened in the Eastern Land, the Nineteen Towns of Mangshan might have a prototype.

No matter how senior Lin Pu was, in terms of status and virtue, all the people present were seniors respected by Lin Pu.

Although there are all kinds of intricate causes and effects ahead, Lin Pu always has trouble with Yuan Yao's old ways.But he still admired and respected him from the bottom of his heart.

Not to mention how human beings are, it is not possible for ordinary people to ignore life and death, resolutely leave behind all kinds of fame and fortune, and pretend to be dead.

Not to mention that what they are doing is top secret, and the road ahead is dark and long, with no end in sight.

Most people will never know that there are a group of elders who have escaped into the corner of no one, wandering in the shadows to protect the common people and all spirits.

Not to mention the big details, you all took risks to come to rescue the people in the city, fighting is second, the preparation before and after the shot and the finishing work are the most labor-intensive.

Reminiscent of the fact that the name of the old demon Yuan Yao in the practice world has become more and more resounding and hated by people over the years, one knows how much they should have done behind the scenes, and how much treacherous demons have infiltrated the practice world... Thinking about it makes people feel... shudder.

Zong Jian took one of the rosary bracelets on his wrist and crushed it, and inside it was a golden Buddha bone relic, which turned into a small green fruit when it was handed to Lin Pu's palm.

"The little apprentice is seriously injured, please ask my uncle to pass this fruit to him on behalf of the poor monk..."

Before the group came to help, they had questioned the demon king Ma Hong in detail, and knew what happened in the city before.

Zong Jian is a great virtuous monk of Buddhism. Based on his knowledge and understanding of his disciples, he had already guessed that Yin Zen would forcefully carry the Buddha's circle back and die from serious injuries.

The purpose of turning relics into green fruits is also to avoid being recognized by the disciples.

It's over here, Yuan Yao and others have already left first, seeing Lin Pu agreeing, Zong Jian lowered his eyes and recited the Buddha's name, then turned around and followed closely behind.

Xin Wangjun greeted her, and the violent female cultivator with heavy sword on her back smiled and nodded towards her and ran away.

Only a few sword field elders headed by Elder Wu bowed to the junior martial uncle, and left after fully saluting.

Lin Pu watched his senior master quickly disappear into the sky, and when he looked back, there were hundreds of demon corpses neatly placed on the red clouds in front of him.

The breath on it has been dealt with long ago, leaving no flaws.

No one specifically ordered, and there was no need to call.

Even Yuan Yao, who had always been displeased with Jian Yu's junior master uncle, had to admit that Master Hong Ling had a good eye, and the young disciple he accepted on behalf of his teacher was extremely intelligent and told a set of nonsense.

The final explanation was left to her to make up nonsense, and everyone was not worried.

There was no one to be seen in the sky, and the little uncle took a deep breath of fresh air, feeling really happy in his heart.

In a hearty fight, she was the one who started, and the one who ended at the climax was a fellow expert.The senior masters came and went without leaving traces, and after hastily saving Dacheng, they retreated to other places.

Practicing practice is not only to cultivate one's own body, but also to travel and see the worldly scenery when climbing the immortal ranks.

This scenery does not only refer to the scenery of mountains and rivers and the prosperity of the secular world.Isn't it also a pleasing beauty to see the tender heart and chivalrous spirit along the way?

Lin Pu looked back at the leech monster king, and asked with a bright smile, "Brother Ma Hong, are you hungry?"

The chubby man with sticky skin looked back at his master blankly, not understanding what she meant.

A whole big city was covered by the dark sky for a whole day and night.

Knowing that this gloomy haunted domain is used to protect demons like the previous Buddha cover, the people in the city feel less scary after watching it for a long time.

But not seeing the sun for more than a day is still unaccustomed to it.

The dense black mist covered by the high altitude disappeared with a few tremors, and the sky was bright, and the female cultivator with bright golden wings gleamed with streamers, and flew into the Buddhist temple in the city under the eyes of everyone.

Lin Pu quickly fed the green fruit to Yinchan, and then asked someone to send a message to the local government to inform the local government that the crisis was over and a notice could be issued to appease the hearts of the people, and then he spoke to his colleagues.

The first level of Netherworld is the first level of heaven and earth. The ghost domain is isolated from the inside and outside to peep. Even with the strength of the old devil, he can only send messages to the city and cannot know the details inside.

It is even more impossible for the injured monks in the city to break through the cover of the ghost domain and know what happened outside. Now if they want to know what happened, it is up to Lin Pu to play on the spot.

"...If Purgatory is successfully brought to the world, Tianzong will definitely draw a large number of people to deal with it here, and the hunted monsters who wreak havoc on the world will be able to escape by taking the opportunity, and the pressure will be greatly reduced."

Lin Pu picks and chooses what can be said in the incident.

The little monk Guichan was happy that his brother's injury was getting better, and he was too busy taking care of Yinchan to ask questions.

Wuyanzi is a person who makes people feel uncomfortable and likes to make people feel uncomfortable, and he will not take the initiative to ask questions to answer everyone's doubts.

Several low-ranking disciples of the Qingling Sect looked at each other, and asked, "Senior Lin, what happened to these old demon cultivators?"

If Tianzong's help arrives, there will be disciples from the four major Tianzongs of Fahua Temple, Guming Mountain, Qinglingmen and Jianyu at this time. Say hello.

This is due courtesy.

But there is no aura of any faction outside, so it can't be that the little master of Jianyu scolded the monsters and left, right?

Lin Pu's gaze fell lightly to a corner of the courtyard, "There is no one alive, and they have all been killed."

The crowd was in an uproar, such unrivaled ferocious monsters were mobilized in groups, no matter how strong the little master is, calling the ghost domain to protect the city for more than a day is already extremely remarkable, but if she alone killed all the evil cultivators...

She is only at the sixth realm, and there are several heavenly ranks in that group of monsters!What is her strength?

Following her gaze, I saw a short and fat man standing in the corner at some point.

He has an ordinary face, not outstanding in the crowd, his skin is so smooth that it seems to be stained with a layer of mucus, and he is holding a candied haws-like thing in his hand and sucking it.

Taking a closer look, it turned out that what he sucked and bitten was not candied haws, but an ugly monster who had been chopped into pieces.

This monster was full of blood and evil spirits, and he looked like a big evil old devil at first glance, but he died with death, shrunk down to the size of candied haws and strung together on wooden sticks.

Seeing that he was discovered, the short and fat man quickly took a few puffs and put away the body of the evil cultivator, and walked to Lin Pu honestly, being avoided by everyone along the way.

Lin Pu introduced with a smile: "This is my guardian demon king. He was sent out to do some work earlier. These monsters refused to listen to their persuasion, so my master and servant cooperated internally and externally and killed them all... Evil cultivation is not a crime." Forgiveness, the corpse is not worthy of being buried in the ground, so let it be your ration." The second half of the sentence was addressed to this man.

Everyone saw that the leech demon king, who was instinctively disgusted and disgusted, accepted the mustard sac handed over by his master, and happily accepted it.

In the scriptures of the Buddhist scriptures, there are evil gods who protect the Dharma in the supreme Buddha country. In front of the Buddha, the gods and monsters of the eight tribes will listen to the Dharma, and Taoism also has tamed evil beasts.

It seems that it is not unbelievable that there is a powerful and docile demon king in front of the little master of Jianyu who has done many miraculous deeds in the past.

There are still old demons' evil methods left in the city, but in a few days the elders of Qinglingmen and the eminent monks of Fahua Temple will arrive, so there will be no troubles.

The rest of the monks stayed here to recover from their injuries, but Lin Pu still had things to do.

After bidding farewell to a group of fellow practitioners, and ashamed to receive the thanks from the two monks who led Zen back to Zen, Lin Pu didn't stay any longer, and left together with Wuyanzi.

Traveling all the way south to Mount Shogunate, Wuyanzi still had the wooden hairpin as the magic weapon of imperial air under Wuyanzi's feet.

"Back then when you and I parted, it was good fortune. Lingyi... Cough, fellow Taoist Lingyi told me that your Yin-Yang Demon practice should be diligent and fast. Why have you just become a true immortal now?"

Wu Yanzi shook his head and didn't want to say more.

He had previously dispersed Moji once, and he didn't want to talk about it.The disciple of Yin-Yang Demon is yin-yang and eccentric, but he is not a villain who loves to stir up right and wrong because he is afraid of chaos in the world.

The little master and the senior witch are both his few friends. Some things are misunderstandings. If they are honest, they may live in peace, or they may become a estrangement. He is not willing to take this risk.

The bearded man with a lion nose and a wide mouth approached Lin Pu with a smile and said, "Little master, do you really care about my progress in cultivation, or do you want to take this opportunity to find out about my senior sister's recent situation?"

Good fellow, he is obviously a tall and majestic man, his face is neatly painted with beauty make-up, and flowers and yellow are pasted on, but his voice is still a sweet and soft female voice.

The little lotus demon who had healed up and climbed onto the master's shoulder to breathe was terrified, and hurried back into the demon bag.

Lin Pu was one of the few people who knew what happened to Wu Yanzi.

The devil is proud, and the calamity of Tongque Terrace has been buried deep in the heart of the devil as his cultivation level has grown, and he has never told anyone about it.

Even Ling Yi didn't know much.

Knowing the whole story, there is a friendship from when I was young, and I have not seen each other for many years, and there are also sword news contacts, and my little master uncle Geng Jin Dao is transparent and tenacious, and he has been prepared for a long time.

When Lin Pu reunited with Wuyanzi, he felt nothing but sighs, sighs, surprise and joy.

Being teased by friends, Lin Pu felt a little hot, but he didn't deny it hypocritically.

Wuyanzi had already seen her thoughts on Lingyi.

I can only blame myself when I was young and had little knowledge, and my mind was too shallow, so I knew it at a glance.

Recalling that at that time, he thought he had covered it up very well, and sent messages to Guming Mountain twice in three days to ask Wu Yanzi to beat around the bush to inquire about the witch's news.

"Last time I asked her how the magic skills were simulated, and she sent me all the bottleneck problems she encountered..."

The orthodox way and the demon sect's exercises are very different, and they are two completely different systems.

If Lin Pu can enter Xiaoyao, the road will lead to the same goal, maybe he can give some insights. Now... what the witch said sounds like she is listening to heaven.

Of course Lingyi knew that the little master uncle was asking her about the progress of her retreat, but she deliberately pretended not to hear it.

In the past, the Witch wasn't considered wanton and casual in front of Lin Pu, but the out-of-control intimacy seemed to pierce a layer of window paper, making Lingyi seem to be a different person, and her temperament became more and more unpredictable.

Sometimes when I am in a good mood, I will tease her once or twice, and sometimes when I am suddenly unhappy, I will send a message to find out what I have suffered from her before and scold her.

There are also times when they are indifferent, and there is only a moment of silence in the reply, and they don't say anything.

However, if the little uncle listened intently, he would find that the sword news was not blank, but recorded a burst of clear and shallow breathing as if there was nothing.

Lin Pu held his breath and heard the end, and the witch who woke up after falling into samadhi would call softly in a hoarse voice as if waking up from a dream: "A Pu, are you there?" The whisper whispered in his ears, and the little uncle blushed.

When she went to Jianjian to interrogate her again, Lingyi pretended to be stupid again.

Lin Pu knew that this was the real witch, and she was showing all her petty temper and awkwardness little by little.

It looks like a beautiful civet cat with duplicity, meowing viciously, seemingly awkward and unfriendly, but in fact it is tentatively approaching.

"Senior sister didn't tell you, has she already left the customs?"

"Ok?"

"She left the customs more than a month ago. On that day, the demon sky manifested into red clouds for eight hundred miles, covering the sky above Guming Mountain. The demonic thoughts converged on the demon cliff, and the flowing clouds lingered for three days...Little master, you should know that we The Thirteen Demon Lords of Guming Mountain were hand-picked by the Demon God, right?"

Lin Pu nodded, she heard Ling Yi mention it when she chatted with Ling Yi.

"'Seeing all appearances and non-appearances, seeing the Tathagata', the senior sister has comprehended the true meaning of the original emptiness and emptiness of both the Buddha Kingdom and the devil's sentient beings. She has been promoted to the No.14 devil king of my Guming Mountain without the help of the devil god."

Lin Pu was stunned, while Wu Yanzi was still in fear.

Although he knew that the witch had touched him once, the matter was over and she wouldn't hold on to him again.

But Lingyi's attack was too ruthless that day, and he had a shadow in his heart. When he saw his senior sister, Moji, he trembled and became weak, but he couldn't help but want to go up to tease her.That's the magic thought of a newly promoted demon king, one who can stand up to a group of Lonely Mountains...

But Wuyanzi thought about it and did what he could. He didn't have the ability to be alive and kicking like the ancestor of the Yin-Yang Demon God who provoked the devil all over the world, so he packed up his things and ran down the mountain a month ago.

The author has something to say:

I originally wanted to take the title of this chapter as "喵喵". It's weird to think about the different styles. Forget it _(:з"∠)_