The founder of all religions

The mountain is full of tombs and tombstones. There is only an old man at the foot of the lonely mountain who has been guarding the tomb for eighteen years.

When the dream came true, Li Mo was slapped hard on the ear.

The life when he first entered the capital was completely different from what he had imagined.

The disciples from the three thousand sects in the world were carefully selected and competed in Wangxuan City, and the seventy-five great seeds were born.

It stands to reason that Li Mo should be the well-deserved number one as he beats the five major mountain gates.

Not to mention getting a suite in the capital, even staying in the Xuantian Pavilion is not an exaggeration.

He could only sigh at this kind of treatment now...

Black... so dark!

"Young man, you must have offended someone."

Uncle Ma looked at Li Mo's dazed expression and couldn't help but grinned.

"You...how do you know?"

"Hehe, the old man has been guarding the tomb here for eighteen years and has never seen anything."

Uncle Ma pointed to Li Mo's "mansion" and said with a smile: "This is the property of Xuantian Pavilion. Anyone who is wearing small shoes will be sent here..."

As he spoke, Uncle Ma walked up to Li Mo and patted him on the shoulder.

"Young man, he's quite strong... he's a good candidate for looking at tombs."

"You...what do you mean?" Li Mo asked subconsciously.

"Did you see that tomb?"

Uncle Ma pointed to a grave not far away under a dead tree. It stood there alone, with a corner of the tombstone already broken.

"That man was also from Xuantian Pavilion before. He offended his boss and was sent here. He stayed there for six years and ended up depressed..." Uncle Ma sighed.

"Why...why did he offend his boss?" Li Mo asked subconsciously.

"There's no coriander in the pancakes," Uncle Ma said casually.

"What the hell?" Li Mo was stunned.

"It's understandable for young people to be a little more angry... but the world is not about fighting and killing, it's about human relations..."

Uncle Ma stared at Li Mo, grinning, showing his yellow teeth.

"If there is no one above, you must be a subordinate...Boy, we may stay together for a long time."

As he spoke, Uncle Ma turned around and walked away.

"By the way, you stepped on this girl. She is starving to death. Be careful if she comes to you at night to ask for food."

Uncle Ma's voice brought Li Mo's thoughts back to reality. He looked down and saw that he was indeed standing on a tomb. The tombstone had already collapsed and lay beside it.

There is an epitaph clearly written on the tombstone: I am so hungry, I really want you to give me meat to eat.

"Um!?"

Li Mo's eyes widened with a strange expression. This was the first time he had seen such an explicit epitaph.

"Master Ma, did this girl starve to death or..."

"Take a closer look."

Uncle Ma's voice floated from a distance.

Li Mo lowered his head to confirm again. After looking at it for a long time, he finally showed a look of surprise.

"I see……"

"You are really dirty-minded."

The faint words echoed at the foot of the cold mountain, and with just a "bang", Uncle Ma walked into his thatched house.

In the evening, the crescent moon is like a hook.

The Eastern Suburbs Mingju seems extremely deserted, and the atmosphere here makes people feel more about what it means to be far away from the hustle and bustle of the world than in Luofu Mountain.

"Li Mo, the environment here is really nice. It's just the right time for you to cultivate yourself and your character."

Chen Wangdu came and praised Li Mo's living conditions. He even expressed envy.

"Senior, if you really don't deserve praise, don't say anything."

At this moment, Li Mo's resentment was heavier than that of the evil spirits outside who died in vain.

"Xiao Li, don't be emotional. You have to trust the organization, which has its own considerations."

Chen Wangdu comforted Li Mo with a smile, but there was a trace of apology in his eyes.

Not to mention that he had nothing to do about this matter, even Wang Lingce was helpless.

As the judge who presided over the final examination, he was well aware of Li Mo's talent and strength. However, the strengths of the five major sects were intertwined and had a high say in the Xuantian Pavilion.

Their disciples are all over the Xuantian Eight Sects.

"I brought you news..."

"What?"

"Although you are temporarily suppressed, there is no need to be discouraged. When the newcomers fight, it will be your chance to prove yourself..."

Speaking of this, Chen Wangdu lowered his voice.

"Master Jiansi asked me to bring you a message..."

"What?" Li Mo was stunned, but he didn't expect that Wang Lingce would still take care of him in this situation.

You know, after the assessment of the pending papers that day, he only met the Master Jiansi once.

"The reward for this newcomer's martial arts battle is not trivial. It is a treasure left by the first-generation gym owner."

"The first generation owner!?" Li Mo suddenly fell silent.

He had seen sporadic records in the Luofu Mountain Secret Notes.

Nine hundred years ago, the Shenzong destroyed the Dharma, and the mountain gates in the world withered away. Tens of thousands of monsters and ghosts were terrified. All Dharmas were unified, and no one dared to shoot arrows eastward.

It was at this time when the imperial power was at its peak that Shenzong established three thousand mountain gates in the world, scattered across the nine states, and established the Xuantian Pavilion.

It was then that the first generation owner of the Xuantian Pavilion officially entered the world's attention.

In that era, this man's strength and power were almost second only to the Shenzong, and even as ancient as the Tianshi Mansion, they all eclipsed him.

However, the past of the founder of Xuantian Pavilion is like a blank, not visible to the public.

Some people say that this person has the power to conquer the heavens when Shenzong destroys Dharma.

Some people also say that the first generation master came from the mountain sect and was a disciple of the first sect in the world.

The years are long, time is turbulent, and everything has long been lost in the long river of history.

However, that domineering reputation stayed with Shenzong and was passed down to future generations, undefeated for thousands of years.

"What is the treasure left by the first generation owner?" Li Mo couldn't help but ask.

If it is related to such a legend, even a piece of foot-binding cloth is of extraordinary significance and can be called a cultural relic with unimaginable value.

"Even Lord Jiansi has no way of knowing this kind of inside story...but it must be extraordinary. I heard...that Jiang Chen from Martial Arts Mountain was summoned by Lord [Wuzong] after he came to Beijing."

Mentioning that name, Chen Wangdu was in awe and actually saluted in the direction of the capital.

"Xuantian Qijue!?" Li Mo's eyes darkened slightly.

Xuantian Qijue is an existence comparable to the eight great demons and immortals in the world.

A strong person of this level, who is rare to see in the world of dragons and has no reputation in the world, actually summoned Jiang Chen after he came to the capital. This is definitely not as simple as supporting the younger generation.

At this level, no matter how outstanding the juniors are, they are not worthy of meeting each other.

"For the treasure left behind by the first generation owner?" Li Mo had a vague guess.

"For Mr. [Wuzong] to pay so much attention to it, it shows that this newcomer's martial arts fight is definitely different from the past... I heard that there will be people coming from the palace..." Chen Wangdu once again provided information.

"No wonder they suppressed me as soon as I entered the city." Li Mo thought thoughtfully.

"Before the newcomers' fight begins, you'd better keep a low profile... Of course, I still trust you in this regard."

Chen Wangdu looked at Li Mo with admiration.

When he was in Wangxuan City, Li Mo was the most worry-free, tolerant and low-key, and never caused trouble.

Now that he has arrived in the capital, living in such a deserted place, I think Li Mo will definitely act like before, doing his duty and minimizing his sense of existence.

In fact, it is impossible to find trouble even if you live in a place like this.

Chen Wangdu was very relieved about this.

On the contrary, he was a little concerned about Li Mo's strength. After all, Jiang Chen was a master of the Spiritual Breath Realm. He had been taught by [Beisha Xuanzhang], and now he was summoned by [Wuzong].

With such strength and background, his reputation has long been spread in the capital, and he is regarded as the perfect candidate to be the leader of the newcomers' martial arts.

"This place is secluded, just perfect for you to practice."

Chen Wangdu left a word of encouragement, got up and left.

After all, he didn't want to stay in a room with a tomb view like this. People in official circles were taboo about this, which was really unlucky.

"A fight? I won't give you another chance..."

Li Mo murmured, looking at the deserted house, he suddenly felt a little hungry.

"It smells so good...Who is cooking something delicious?"

At this moment, Li Mo's nose moved, and following the enticing aroma, he couldn't help but walk to Uncle Ma's hut.

Through the crack in the door, Li Mo saw a stove on a dilapidated wooden table. In a casserole, bone soup was boiling. The aroma of meat was overflowing. There were meatballs, mushrooms, vegetables, and fish in the surrounding dishes. slices and other ingredients, with warm wine on the side.

Uncle Ma was simmering the vegetables, a mouthful of meat, a mouthful of wine, his mouth was full of oil, and the aroma was so delicious that it made you greedy.

"This old guy really knows how to enjoy it."

Li Mo sighed secretly and couldn't help knocking on the door.

"Come in, the door is unlocked."

Uncle Ma didn't look back and continued to cook the vegetables.

"Master Ma, aren't you bored eating alone? Do you want me to accompany you?" Li Mo asked with concern with a smile.

"This is the first time I've seen someone refer to eating as respecting the elderly."

Uncle Ma glanced at it and didn't care. Maybe he stayed in this deserted cemetery for too long and was inevitably lonely. He pushed the extra bowls and chopsticks on the table to the opposite side.

Seeing this, Li Mo sat down.

"Thank you, Mr. Ma."

Li Mo grinned, picked up the chopsticks, picked up a big stick bone from the pot, and sucked it fiercely into his mouth. The milky white bone marrow mixed with the soy sauce melted in his mouth, and the rich meaty aroma beat his taste buds, and his tongue couldn't help but feel... Shengjin.

"The big bones smell so good, where did they come from?" Li Mo couldn't help but ask.

He didn't know if it was because he was hungry, but he had never tasted such a delicious stick bone in his life.

"It's all over the mountain..." Uncle Ma said calmly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the air in the hut condensed instantly. Li Mo suddenly raised his head, looked at the big stick bone in his hand, then looked at Uncle Ma, and finally turned his eyes to the mountains of graves outside the window.

"This horse riding can't be..."

"Young man, you are dirty again... I raise free-range pigs in the mountains." Uncle Ma said calmly.

"..."

"You're so young, I can't tell you're quite perverted."

"you……"

Li Mo curled his lips, swallowed the full greetings, and then continued to eat meat.

After three rounds of wine, five flavors of food.

The old man and the young man gradually talked more and more. The wine at Uncle Ma's house was so strong that Li Mo couldn't help but feel flushed and drunken on his face.

"Master Ma, if ghosts don't come to this place, how can you stay here for eighteen years?"

"What? You've only been here for a day and you want to leave?" Uncle Ma sneered.

"Young man, there are noble people everywhere in the capital. As long as you have some special skills, it won't be difficult to leave here."

"What's your specialty?" Li Mo couldn't help but ask.

"Three years ago, a young man came here. He was not willing to give in to fate, so he went to the Ejiao Mountain three hundred miles away to seek advice from the Black Donkey Immortal there. He finally acquired a specialty and became a nobleman in the capital. Favored by me, I reached the sky in one step and left here.”

"What's so great about it?" Li Mo asked.

Uncle Ma shook the wine glass in his hand and grinned, showing his yellow teeth.

"The specialty of reaching the stomach in one step...can you do it?"

"One step to the stomach!?"

Li Mo's stunned state suddenly became clear, and he subconsciously looked at himself.

"awesome……"

"Young man, this is a gift... not everyone can do it."

Uncle Ma stood up and wandered towards the bed.

"Close the door when you leave... By the way, don't go to Xishan..."

"Why?"

"That's the [Demon Punishment Department] of Xuantian Pavilion. All the demons captured and brought to Beijing must be sent there first..." Uncle Ma said calmly.

The Demon Punishment Department, which is affiliated to the Xing Sect among the Eight Sects of Xuantian, conducts criminal interrogations on all the demons captured and brought to Beijing, registers and brands them, and then sorts them based on the results. Some who are willing to submit to humans and have value will enter the [Demon Summoning Hall] , serving Xuantian Pavilion.

The fox demon Bai Xiangping that Li Mo met in Longyuan Mansion before was like this.

In addition, most of the demons and ghosts are branded and are directly handed over to the [Prison Gate] for processing.

The fate of a small number of them was even more miserable. They were executed directly on the spot, and their corpses were used for secondary purposes. Some were used to make elixirs, some to refine weapons, and some were used as tools for cultivation.

Even many big trading houses in the capital will purchase materials from these demons and ghosts from [Xingmen].

Just like [Bali Shijia]'s latest spring black star handbag is made of a kind of [Black Tail Demon Crocodile] leather, these materials are all specially customized from Xingmen.

"Demon Punishment Department... Master Ma, are you saying that all the demons and ghosts entering Beijing must be sent there first?" Li Mo couldn't help but confirm again.

"Of course...it's very unclean there. Ordinary people will lose their lives if they come near it. You stay away."

"I understand, how could I go to a place like that."

Li Mo nodded.

In the middle of the night, Xishan Demon Punishment Department.

The ancient palace is hidden in the mountains, and under the shining moonlight, it looks like a giant beast lurking, making it appear mysterious and forbidding.

This place is much more grand than the government office of Longyuan Mansion, especially the gate, which looks like the sharp teeth of a giant beast. There are ninety-nine silver thorns on the upper and lower sides. Each one weighs a thousand kilograms. It can open and close the latest news from the imperial court. All the standard tanks were smashed to pieces.

"This is the Demon Punishment Department...it's really spectacular."

In the dark night, Li Mo slowly walked out of the mountain col and looked at the giant thing in the distance.

…

Deep in the Demon Punishment Department.

In the ninth level prison, the eerie demonic aura suddenly surged like black clouds, and there were bursts of roaring sounds.

Here, it is impossible for ordinary monsters and ghosts to be imprisoned in the nine-level prison.

Most of them have broken through the existence of nine furnaces of demons and ghosts, transformed into pure yang pills, and transformed into psychic beings.

This kind of demon is called a spirit demon.

"How can you, a little and mediocre person like you, be qualified to be imprisoned in this nine-level prison?"

At this moment, a burst of urn sound resounded, like thunder rolling in all directions.

"A little turtle... of what kind, is he locked up with me?"

A cold voice came from another direction, revealing boundless ferocity.

"I'm not a little turtle...my name is Wang Jiu..."

Suddenly, from the depths of the Nine-Layer Prison, a faint sound resounded, almost insignificant amidst the lingering ominous power.

"Haha, the king is just a little more than the king, and he is still a turtle..." The heavy voice sounded again, making the prison wall buzz and tremble.

"That's stupid...I am adhering to the master's usual low-key and forbearance..."

"King of the Nine Extremes, Longevity and Boundless Life!"

Deep in the ninth level prison, the indifferent voice resounded, and in an instant, a terrifying aura rose up, like hunting in the blue sky, shaking the sky, making those spirit demons tremble and tremble with fear.