The Monk

Chapter 123 Contempt

So, he pretended to be rich and spent money like water in the market, buying new clothes and new shoes for the girls, and he was happy to see their happy smiles. At this time, officials from the county and town came to pay their respects. Zhang Ai smiled secretly, no matter which country or court, there are always many people serving as officials.

The county magistrate was a low-ranking official of rank nine or above. He was wearing a white official uniform and stood respectfully aside. Zhang was afraid that he would be embarrassed, so he asked Song Yunyi to take the girls to the market while he talked to the county magistrate. The county magistrate said respectfully: "Your Excellency is a saint, right? I wonder where the Immortal Mansion is?"

saint? And ghost disciples, what are they called? Zhang Ain was wondering what a saint was.

The county magistrate observed Zhang Ai's words and hesitated: "Isn't your lord a saint?" Zhang Ai said: "No, what is a saint?" The county magistrate was a little surprised: "All the disciples of the Holy Sect are saints, isn't your lord a saint?" The person in the door?”

What is the Holy Gate? Recalling the scene during the war between good and evil in the Yue Kingdom, those demons like to call themselves members of the Holy Religion. Could it be that the Holy Sect is a Demonic Sect? After thinking for a while, he asked, "Who are the ghost disciples?"

Mentioning the ghost disciples, the county magistrate was a little angry: "The ghost disciples are the most bastard and cruel group of bad guys in the world. They burn, kill, loot and commit all kinds of evil. They capture strong men to make ghost riders, and they capture virgin girls to feed ghost beasts. I don't know how many villages and people there are. It was a tragic misfortune; thanks to your help this time, those poor girls were saved." He said and bowed.

The ghost knight should be a black armored cavalry, and the ghost beast should be a skeleton beast. Look at the girls not far away. If they are not saved, they will become food for the ghost beast. Zhang was afraid of guessing and chatting with the county magistrate, trying to talk as much as possible.

After a long chat, we finally figured out the general situation. This place is called the Holy Country, also called the Holy Land. The legendary Holy Capital is the largest city in this country and the symbol of power in this country. The monks of the Holy Kingdom are all demonic cultivators, including ghost disciples. They are all disciples of the demon sect.

Most of the evil cultivators practice strange and unscrupulous techniques, such as requiring virgin blood from a child or even using babies to make elixirs. Although most people have done bad things, they don't like the name of devil or ghost. They believe that the law of the jungle is the only right way in the world and it is the sage's method, so they call themselves the sect. Just imagine, a bitch wants to build an arch, evil people like good names, no matter how powerful the demon monks are, they are still human beings, and it is normal to call themselves disciples of saints.

The founder of the Holy Gate Sect was a godly man with great wisdom. He understood what it meant to hunt fish after drying up the lake. He knew that without ordinary people, there would be no monks, let alone the existence of the Demon Sect, so he set the rules. The first principle of the Holy Pontiff is not to hurt others without reason! Violators will be punished by the whole world! This person refers to ordinary people, not counting monks.

The territory of the Holy Kingdom is very large. It was founded by the Holy Sect with the help of the Holy Sect. For thousands of years, the relationship between the Saints and ordinary living people has been relatively stable. It is difficult to talk about the dead. There are demon cultivators who like to refine corpses. But there are always people who like to take shortcuts. For example, blood refining requires blood, and puppetry requires living people. Therefore, many saints secretly use ordinary people to practice demonic skills. These ferocious demonic cultivators are called ghost disciples.

The disciples of the demon sect respected their master and kept in mind the first principle of the holy religion, so some saints went to kill the demon disciples. Tens of thousands of years have passed, and today's situation has gradually evolved. Saints and ghosts are incompatible with each other. Although the number of ghost disciples is small, they are killed incessantly. This is normal. No matter what country or age there are people who commit crimes. Being selfish is human nature and cannot be forbidden!

Zhang Awei laughed secretly: "I wonder if there are good and evil inside the Demon Sect."

The Holy City was so powerful that it forced most of the ghost disciples into the eastern desert and sent high-level monks to garrison in the counties and villages near the desert. Zhang was afraid that when he came, he happened to encounter a pursuit and counter-pursuit among them.

Zhang Ai kept shaking his head. Even if he was beaten to death, he would not have imagined that the world-famous Holy City turned out to be the largest city of the Demon Sect. It was rumored that there were many masters of monks gathered there, the market was prosperous, and business was fair, and private fights were absolutely not allowed. But it was an evil place. The magic city?

He asked the county magistrate: "How to get to the Holy Capital?" The county magistrate replied: "There are inns in big cities, and there are flying carriages there. You can get there by paying a fee, and it is absolutely safe! Saints are not protected in the Holy Kingdom. , it is only safe within the inn and the holy capital city.”

Since the Holy City is safe, you can go for a walk, but what does the county magistrate mean to say that this place is not safe? What are you waiting for? Pack up and go!

Thirty-four young girls posed a big problem for Zhang Afraid. They were a burden to say the least, but they couldn't bear to leave them alone. Forget it, let's take it one step at a time, buy horses and carts, and let's go on the road together.

There were so many people that they drove three carriages. The girls dressed up as maids bought by wealthy families, and Zhang Ai and Song Yunyi pretended to be a young man and a lady, and the group slowly headed west.

All the girls were very happy to see that Zhang Zaifeng had not abandoned them. After spending a few more days together, their minds slowly relaxed, with a hint of sadness, and occasionally they would joke and play. This was when the little pig came in handy. He was surrounded by a group of girls all day long, like Treat your baby with the same love. Xiaozhu enjoys this feeling very much. He hums Zhang Ping when he has nothing to do, which means to see how others treat me, how you treat me. Zhang was so angry that he slapped it in the face and cursed: "White-eyed pig." However, he was criticized by many girls and should not be taught like this.

There was a grassland ahead, and there was a girl I had never seen before, so she shouted in surprise. There was a girl who was born and raised in the grassland. Thinking of her dead parents and relatives, she burst into tears again. When she cried, the sound of crying in the carriage started. Zhang was afraid that he could not persuade her, so he shook his head and smiled bitterly.

At this moment, a figure quickly approached in the sky in the distance. Zhang Wen stopped the car and looked back. The smell seemed a bit familiar. Could it be another ghost? For safety, hundreds of formation flags were scattered and a simple five-element formation was set up. The person came at an extremely fast speed. There were originally empty white clouds in the sky. After a moment, a black spot appeared. As the black spot gradually grew larger, the figure gradually appeared. After a few breaths, he came closer. Seeing the three carriages below, I was overjoyed and turned around and flew towards them.

How come I always see him? The person who came was a thin old man among the ghost disciples. His clothes were disheveled, his body was injured, and his beard and hair were thinning. The old man inspected the three carriages, but did not find the hundreds of little snakes he saw last time around. He fell down and laughed wildly: "It's really a fate. Let's see where you run this time." He didn't believe in a high-level Jie-breaking Dan. The monks can control more than a hundred high-level monsters at will.

He's not afraid, Zhang is even less afraid, one on one? He was only one level higher than me. Zhang Awei looked at him with a calm smile: "Injured? Where is your partner?" Sensing the danger, Song Yunyi released the Moon Shadow Sword and came to Zhang Awei's side. The old man looked a little surprised when he saw her, then laughed wildly again and said, "God help me! I almost lost my sight."

Zhang Ai smiled and released five knives, forming a small five-element knife formation. He then asked the old man with a smile: "What did God do to you? Are these girls? Are you going to feed the ghost beasts?"

The old man snorted coldly: "What a waste! These are all virgins! Essence, energy, bones, and blood are all the best choices to assist in cultivation. Feeding them to ghost beasts? You are so ignorant!"

Despised? Being despised by a demon cultivator! Zhang Weijing said sullenly: "Do you think I'm a dummy? I'm still here."

"You? You're just a high-level pill-forming monk. You're nothing to me." The old man said disdainfully.

Being despised again, just now it was for knowledge, but this time it was for strength. Zhang Ping reminded him: "You are still injured."