The founder of all religions

Luofu Mountain, mountain ghost courtyard.

As soon as the sky dawned, there was a lot of movement in the quiet courtyard.

"Old Xiao, I'm here to see you."

Zhao Dongcheng, the deputy chairperson of the Tenhuo Academy, broke in with a gift and walked into Xiao Chaoyuan's bedroom.

As a close friend from the same family, Xiao Chaoyuan was seriously injured. Naturally, he couldn't miss such a scene, so he rushed over to see the heat... and see.

At this moment, Xiao Chaoyuan was lying on the bed, his intestines had already returned to his body, the wounds had been sutured, and he managed to survive with his strong inner breath.

However, his body was still extremely weak.

The centuries-old zombie energy that the corpse demon has cultivated corrodes vitality, is extremely powerful, and is more terrifying than ordinary toxins.

That day, even the snake venom on Li Mo's Black Dragon Spear could not cause any harm to him. In the end, he used force to break the spell and directly break the sky.

It is conceivable that the corpse qi is very powerful.

"Tsk, tsk, Lao Xiao, aren't you a master of magic? Why are you in such a mess?"

Zhao Dongcheng looked at Xiao Chaoyuan lying on the bed and almost laughed out loud.

"Are you here to make some sarcastic remarks?"

"I came to visit you sincerely...I heard that your intestines fell out, are you still intact?" Zhao Dongcheng walked to the bedside and asked with great concern.

"Get lost." Xiao Chaoyuan was so angry that he almost stood up.

"Since you are seriously injured and inconvenienced, I won't disturb your rest... take care of yourself."

Zhao Dongcheng put down the gift and looked back, as if he wanted to remember this scene forever.

"Get out of here." Xiao Chaoyuan roared angrily.

Zhao Dongcheng covered his mouth and fled out of the house.

Xiao Chaoyuan was lying on the bed, looking up at the sky, recalling every scene of that night's battle in his mind... He raised his right hand, staggered his fingers, and moved it gently in front of his eyes, and there was a shadow of three-point dragon-capturing hand.

"My chance...where are you?" Xiao Chaoyuan's eyes glowed and he let out a weak sigh.

…

At this time, Li Mo came to the prison on duty as usual.

In Luofu Mountain, ordinary disciples, as long as they are not a star-level demon catcher, are free and subject to extremely limited restrictions, and can go down the mountain at will.

Unlike Yan Zixia, three-star demon-catching masters like Shen Yimen need to report when they go down the mountain, catch demons, and return to the mountain.

Obviously, in the eyes of the imperial court, in all the major monasteries in the world, only those who have become a star-level demon catcher can be considered a true monk and must be supervised.

Of course, star monster hunters have various benefits and benefits, and their status is far beyond that of ordinary monks.

Without reaching the star level, one cannot break through the class status and cannot obtain more resources, thus hindering the improvement of one's cultivation level.

But once it becomes a star, it must be subject to corresponding supervision.

So this creates an unsolvable cycle.

In comparison, although jailers like Li Mo were poor, their freedom was not restricted.

"Where have you been these two days?"

Feng Wannian hadn't seen Li Mo for a few days. When he saw Li Mo walking into the squad room, he couldn't help but ask.

"I took a walk down the mountain and had a toothpaste ceremony." Li Mo said with a grin.

The food for the disciples of the mountain sect is based on grade standards. A handyman like Li Mo is given two meals a day and cannot eat after noon.

The most abundant meal is the lunch, which consists of two meat and three vegetables. On the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month, you can add a chicken drumstick. Other than that, you can only take pills to practice qi.

If you want good food, you have to spend your own money to open a small stove.

A meal at the Red Lantern House costs at least five taels of silver.

But things are different at the foot of the mountain. All kinds of famous snacks are cheap and can satisfy your craving. Even the special stir-fry from a roadside shop will make your mouth water. It only costs one or two silver at most.

There are many disciples of Luofu Ninth Academy who go down to the mountain every month to perform tooth beatings and sacrifices.

This can support many restaurants down the mountain.

"Senior Sister Yan, the tide has lifted all boats, and you have become lavish with money." Feng Wannian said with a smile, squinting his eyes.

Nowadays, Yan Zixia is not what she used to be. Her cultivation has advanced by leaps and bounds. Not long ago, she took over the Demon Nest in Crow Ridge, which made her even more famous and received many rewards.

The implication of Feng Wannian's words is obvious, people with bad teeth can still eat sweet and smooth food.

"Get out!" Li Mo spat.

He's just not that kind of person.

"Go away, how can you still eat this food?" Feng Wannian glanced at Li Mo with ambiguous eyes.

"It's really mean of you to ride on a horse." Li Mo was speechless.

"In this regard, looking at the Luofu Nine Courtyards, apart from Senior Brother Shen, I only admire you."

"Shen Yimen!?" Li Mo was stunned.

"I heard that Senior Brother Shen is getting along with Senior Sister Luo from [Lingshi Academy]."

"So fast? Senior Sister Chen's body is still cold..." Li Mo couldn't help but say.

He found some clues during his spiritual wanderings several times, but he didn't expect that Shen Yimen would be made public so quickly.

"Huh? The bones are still cold? Isn't Senior Sister Chen missing? How do you know she is dead?"

Feng Wannian squinted his eyes and looked at Li Mo.

"I guess, with Senior Brother Shen's skill, how could Senior Sister Chen be willing to leave if there was no accident?" Li Mo's face was not red, and his heart was not beating.

"That's true. Senior Brother Shen's power is beyond what you and I can imagine."

Feng Wannian nodded, deeply convinced.

"How to say?" Li Mo asked subconsciously.

"Last time I went to [Lingshi Yard], I overheard a conversation between Senior Sister Luo and another Senior Sister Zhao... Tsk, tsk..." A malicious smile appeared on Feng Wannian's face.

"Can you finish it in one breath?" Li Mo rolled his eyes at him.

"Senior Sister Zhao tried her best to dissuade this relationship, saying that Senior Brother Shen has a human face and an animal heart. On the surface, he is affectionate and dedicated, but behind his back, he is full of love. He is simply a scumbag with a wolf-hearted heart, a monster among men, and a pig dog among monsters..."

"Senior Sister Zhao has such a profound understanding?" Li Mo couldn't help but be surprised.

Shen Yi Sect is well-known in Luofu Mountain, especially among the female disciples. It has a reputation as a modest gentleman. Not many are as sober as Senior Sister Zhao.

"Who would have thought that Senior Sister Luo would fall out on the spot and severely reprimand him, not allowing anyone to slander Senior Brother Shen. For this reason, she is willing to defend with her life."

"It's so blind." Li Mo couldn't help but sigh.

"Senior Sister Zhao was furious when she saw her being so obsessed with him. She said frankly that she really didn't know what she liked about Shen Yimen."

"I want to know too." Li Mo said.

"Do you know how Senior Sister Luo answered?"

"How to say?" Li Mo shook his head.

"Senior Sister Luo looked shy, lowered her head and said..."

"She didn't realize until she grew up that bedwetting was praised!"

"Huh!?" Li Mo was stunned and didn't recover for a long time.

He smacked the taste, and a flash of realization flashed in his eyes after a moment.

“Awesome!!!”

At this moment, Li Mo had to stand in awe of Shen Yimen.

"By the way, there is another big thing, the biggest thing." Feng Wannian suddenly stopped smiling and couldn't help but say.

"What's wrong?" Li Mo was still thinking about Senior Sister Luo's words.

"Qi Yu is out of seclusion."