The founder of all religions

The moon is halfway up in the sky, and the black clouds are like a crossing boat.

In the suburbs, jackdaws were seen swarming on the branches, staring at the dilapidated Prajna Temple not far away.

On the beams, there are black shadows hanging like dried bacon. If you look closely, you can see the distorted facial features.

The cry before death could be heard in the flickering candlelight in Li Mo's hand, echoing in the deserted ruined temple.

"Sister, they should have died happily."

Li Mo held an oil lamp and followed Yan Zixia closely, and the refreshing body fragrance hit his face.

There are rumors from the outside world that the monks here specialize in harming passing merchants. All the men are killed to light the lamps, while the women stay... to help the monks practice.

Later, a fire broke out and the entire temple was burned to the ground.

From then on, in the dead of night, I would often see a woman coming and going in the temple. She was fair-skinned and beautiful, with jade legs spread across her legs. She was indescribably cool and ecstatic.

Some brave ones who stay in the temple can even enjoy the enjoyment that can only be found in a bathhouse.

Once I entered the bathhouse, I felt as deep as the sea and never saw anyone again.

Prajna Temple has gradually gained a bad reputation and has almost become a popular place for monster hunters.

"Do you want to try it?" Yan Zixia said lightly.

"Senior sister is really good at joking. You know I'm most afraid of ghosts." Li Mo stood next to Yan Zixia.

"Don't ever say that you are a disciple of Luofu Mountain when you go out." Yan Zixia shook her head.

In this world, there are demons hidden in the mountains, and ghosts and gods are seen everywhere. As evil spirits are causing chaos in the world, there are monks from the immortal sect.

Li Mo and Yan Zixia are disciples of [Luofu Mountain].

Unlike Yan Zixia, Li Mo, who was adopted by [Luofu Mountain] when she was still in her infancy, has been a disciple for seventeen years, but has not even caught a demon. She thoroughly explained what it meant to be disgraced to the sect.

"Senior sister, God has the virtue of a good life." Li Mo nodded and said.

"I heard that Qi Yu will soon be promoted to a three-star monster hunter."

Yan Zixia's eyes narrowed slightly, and she glanced at Li Mo intentionally or unintentionally, as if she wanted to see some changes in his expression on his face.

"It's amazing." Li Mo was just stunned for a moment.

Qi Yu has been Li Mo's playmate since childhood, and the two grew up together.

Compared to Li Mo's mediocre appearance, Qi Yu's aura seemed too dazzling.

According to the rules of Luofu Mountain, catching ten monsters is considered a one-star monster catcher.

If you catch a hundred demons and ghosts, you will be awarded a two-star demon catcher, also known as the Hundred Demon Killer.

Catching five hundred demons will result in a three-star demon hunter.

A seventeen-year-old three-star demon hunter is rare in the history of Luofu Mountain.

Even Yan Zixia is only a two-star demon catcher so far.

"Forget it, everyone has his own ambitions."

Yan Zixia shook her head and raised the oil lamp in her hand.

Suddenly, she paused slightly and stared straight at the wall not far away.

There is a picture scroll hanging there. On the bank of the stream, there are beautiful figures in white clothes, wrapped in light gauze, graceful and graceful, with indescribable tenderness between their eyebrows.

Next to it is a small poem:

The sky is covered with frost over the ten-mile flat lake, and every inch of blue hair is filled with worries about the past. Looking at the moon to protect each other, I only envy the mandarin ducks but not the immortals.

"This painter is a good painter, quite like the Southern Songhe style of painting..." Yan Zixia walked to the scroll and lightly traced it with her jade finger like a pen.

"Senior sister, this beauty is well painted, but she is too seductive." Li Mo said casually.

"You've got to the point."

Yan Zixia tapped her fingers, and a fire ignited.

"You are so bold and evil, why don't you reveal yourself quickly?"

In an instant, a gloomy wind swept through the ruined temple.

A white shadow flew out from the scroll, like mist, knocking Yan Zixia away.

"Luofu Mountain!?"

The woman in the painting came to life. Looking at the mark on Yan Zixia's chest, her expression suddenly changed.

In the Daqian Dynasty, the literary style was at its peak, but martial arts was weak and Taoism was banned.

When Shenzong destroyed the Dharma, he even confiscated all the Kung Fu books from all over the world and burned them to the ground.

From then on, it was rare to see a practicing demon catcher in the world.

"There really is a female ghost."

Yan Zixia glanced at the dried bacon on the beam, her eyes filled with coldness.

Buzz…

White shadows flashed suddenly, and the cold wind was like sharp claws piercing the air, and they were about to open the temple door and escape.

Almost at the same moment, Yan Zixia's body was like blue smoke, leaving no trace on the ground, and she stood in front of the white figure.

The fierce wind swept over like a blade.

Yan Zixia's crown and hat exploded, her green hair fluttered, and the strands were cut off and scattered in the temple.

Suddenly, her robes swelled, as if there was a surge of strength filling her whole body.

"The inner breath turns into energy!" Bai Xiaoqian said in a loss of voice.

The so-called inner breath is a breath of pure Yang energy that is innate and hidden in the human body.

The last breath a person takes before dying is the inner breath.

It's just that ordinary people can only force out their inner breath when they are about to die.

Monks are different. Once you gather your inner breath, you have entered the path of spiritual practice.

It is recorded in Taoist books that the inner breath enters the field and transforms into seeds, and the true body is refined in the Dantian furnace.

Since inner breath is the method of immortality, it is also the power to subdue demons.

Buzz…

Yan Zixia circulates her inner breath, filling her whole body, floating like autumn leaves, and her body shape is like a blade, tearing the rolling wind from it.

One breath generates ten energies, and pure Yang can defeat evil spirits.

In an instant, she was close to Bai Xiaoqian, her jade hand stretched out, and shattered the latter's clothes.

Under the dress, a graceful and alluring body appeared in front of the eyes, but it was like smoke condensed, looming.

"Exciting!" Li Mo stood in the distance, eyes wide.

Yan Zixia gave a sweet shout, spread her fingers, her inner breath surged into her palms, and strangled Bai Xiaoqian's neck.

"don't want!"

Suddenly, a urgent call sounded.

Immediately afterwards, a thin scholar rushed out from behind the ruined temple, his fair face full of anxiety.

"Those people were not killed by Xiaoqian. Please, let us go."

As he spoke, the scholar knelt down in front of Yan Zixia, kowtowing and begging.

"Scholar..."

Bai Xiaoqian's eyes were filled with tears, and her beautiful face was filled with pity.

When Yan Zixia saw this, her beautiful eyebrows couldn't help but frown.

"It's grandma who has sucked the essence of these people... Please, let us go... I will take Xiaoqian and leave as soon as daybreak."

The scholar curled up and burst into tears.

"Xiaoqian is also a poor person."

"Man and ghost follow different paths, are you seeking death!?" Yan Zixia frowned slightly.

The scholar looked at Bai Xiaoqian, his eyes full of tenderness. The world was vast, and it seemed that she was the only one he could spend the rest of his life with.

"I miss you deeply until I die. I just want to watch the haze with you..."

The scholar stood up slowly, holding Bai Xiaoqian's hand with one hand and murmuring softly.

"You are really nosy."

Pfft...

Suddenly, the scholar's palm passed through Yan Zixia's shoulder, and the dark black air quickly penetrated like a bug.

His face also became ferocious and distorted.

"The demon hunter? You're just a stupid pig."

The scholar laughed wildly and slowly pulled his blood-stained palm away from Yan Zixia's shoulder.

"Entering the demon path!?"

Something unexpected happened suddenly, and Yan Zixia suddenly collapsed to the ground, her consciousness gradually blurring.

"I haven't tasted the taste of a monster hunter yet."

The scholar looked at Yan Zixia and couldn't help but lick the corner of his mouth.

"Scholar, please let her go, she is just..." Bai Xiaoqian held the scholar's arm and begged.

Snapped……

The scholar's backhand was a slap in the face.

"Trash, this kind of bitch can't handle it, and she still wants me to take action."

The scholar looked at Bai Xiaoqian fiercely: "If I had known, I might as well have cultivated with my grandma and participate in the path of bliss together."

"When you are with me, do you just want me to help you practice?" Bai Xiaoqian's eyes were filled with tears.

"If you think so, there's nothing I can do about it."

The scholar sneered, he turned around and wanted to enjoy Yan Zixia.

"What a scumbag! It's really Galen's whisper that silences people and breaks their defenses!!"

At this moment, an indifferent voice sounded in the ruined temple.

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