Luo Song traveled overnight for two days to Banished Immortal City and hurriedly returned to Banished Immortal City.

He had been away from the Immortal City for too long. As the leader of the arrests, he naturally could not stay away from home. So as soon as he returned to the city, he hurried back to the Yamen to investigate the news in the past half month.

Fortunately, everything in the city is safe and sound, the Smiling Fox is dead, and the affairs of Qianjian City have come to an end for the time being.

The bounty orders on the walls of Banished Immortal City have all been removed and a paper list of heroes has been posted. He can finally take a rest.

However, it was impossible for him to completely relax. The demons were once again rioting after a thousand years, but his cultivation level was too low to be of much help.

He couldn't even avenge his master. Thinking of this, Luo Song raised the wine bowl in front of him and drank it all in one gulp.

The refreshing drink slowly slid down his throat, suppressing the sadness in his heart.

One day, he must take revenge, must capture the Thousand-Armed Buddha, and let him receive the punishment he deserves.

Just as he was thinking about it, he angrily threw the wine bowl on the table.

He was sitting at a wine table set up outside in a small tavern. There were only a few tables, a few benches, and a huge wine vat filled with cheap rice wine.

For only ten cents, you can have a spoonful of cold, dry and strong rice wine.

Luo Song was an upright catcher, and all the reward money he earned in his daily life was given to the poor people. Naturally, he had no money to drink good wine.

However, after a few bowls of rice wine, his complexion became rosy, and his dark face was as pink as rouge.

"Shopkeeper, give me two more bowls!" Luo Song shouted boldly towards the store.

"Okay." Under the instruction of the shopkeeper, the waiter did not scoop out the cheap rice wine. Instead, he took a jar of the fine Nuerhong.

This is worth five taels of silver, but Luo Song's reputation for integrity and kindness has already spread throughout the banished fairy city. How could the boss be stingy in giving him two jars of good wine?

Luo Song, who was already drunk, could no longer tell the quality of the wine. He just opened the jar and swallowed it all, then put the jar down and let out a long, deep wine burp.

Forced by work, he seldom drinks alcohol on weekdays, but today he gave himself a holiday. He did not wear official clothes, but kept the official sword on his waist.

"This donor seems to have something on his mind." Luo Song had just filled his wine bowl when a figure in white quietly sat opposite him.

"What...what's on your mind?" Luo Song raised his head with drunken eyes, and the words in his mouth were unclear.

This is a monk, about 22 or 3 years old, wearing a white monk robe, with six light gray ring scars on his head. His face is like a child, fair and delicate, refined and refined, his eyes are as clear as water, as if he can penetrate everything

.

He looked extremely handsome, or rather handsome, giving people an indescribable aura of coquettishness and charm.

"Who are you?" Luo Song asked hesitantly, his mouth full of alcohol and saliva spraying, some even splashed on the monk.

"The young monk is a little thirsty. Could you please ask the donor for some wine?" The young monk did not answer Luo Song's question in a hurry, with a charming smile on his lips.

As a monk, he was begging others for drinks. Could it be that he was breaking the Buddhist rules and regulations?

"You monk...it's strange that you still want to drink." Luo Song weakly raised his eyes, but still honestly pushed his wine bowl forward.

The monk did not refuse, and stretched out his hand to take it. His fingers were slender and slender, as white as jade, and looked like the hands of a girl. He raised the wine bowl, and without dissatisfaction, drank the wine in one gulp, and then gently

Put it down gently.

"Wine and meat passed through the intestines and remained in the Buddha's heart. There is no wine in the young monk's heart, so how can he talk about drinking?" After the young monk finished drinking the wine, he did not forget to wipe the wine stains on the corners of his lips with his monk's robe.

"Nonsense, I saw it. I saw you drinking it with my own eyes." Luo Song was not completely confused. He stretched out two fingers and pointed at his eyes.

"What you see with your eyes may not be true, but what you feel in your heart is not false. The donor said that he had nothing to worry about, so why did he shed tears again?" The little monk smiled.

The words hit Luo Song's heart directly. He was stunned. He looked at the empty wine bowl in front of him, tears falling silently from the corners of his eyes.

But soon he quickly wiped away the tears with his sleeves. The master said that men should not shed tears easily. No matter how wronged or lonely they are, they must not shed tears. Tears are a sign of vulnerability.

"I didn't cry, I was just stung by the wine."

The little monk watched Luo Song hurriedly wiping his tears, and the smile on his lips became more charming.

"Since the donor refuses to admit it, the young monk has no choice but to guess."

"Is this sad incident of the donor related to a monster that is neither human nor Buddha?" He walked forward softly and whispered in front of Luo Song.

Although the sound was gentle and soft, it was like a horn at the border. It shocked Luo Song's heart. He woke up from the drink and his face became extremely solemn.

"Who on earth are you!"

His voice instantly became gloomy. The Thousand-Armed Buddha was also a monk before he was possessed by the devil. Is the little monk in front of him inextricably related to him?

"Since the donor doesn't want to answer, it's not convenient for the young monk to ask any more questions. Don't panic, the monk will leave now."

The monk looked at the panicked Luo Song and did not answer. He stood up, bowed to Luo Song, turned around and left.

"Stop, you haven't told me who you are!" Luo Song finally got the news about the Thousand-Armed Buddha again, how could he give up so easily, but no matter how much he shouted, the monk refused to stop.

Luo Song became anxious, took out the long knife in his hand, rushed up the mountain with a vigorous stride, ran behind the monk, and raised the knife in his hand high.

Perhaps because he had just finished drinking and his head was not fully awake, the knife actually fell down and struck the monk heavily on the shoulder.

"Bang!" A loud noise frightened Luo Song to the point where he was completely drunk, and even cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He just wanted to scare the monk, but he didn't expect that he would actually chop it down.

He quickly lowered his head to see the injury on the monk's shoulder.

"Donor." The young monk turned around slowly, with a bright smile still on his face. He seemed to have no feeling at all about the knife just now.

Only then did Luo Song realize that the knife in his hand had not penetrated the monk's body at all, and it could not even cut through the monk's robe.

At this moment, the little monk's body is glowing with a faint golden light, as if a real Buddha is standing in front of him. Wherever the Buddha's light shines, everything is quiet and peaceful, giving people a warm and holy feeling.

"Immortal Vajra Body!" Luo Song finally recognized the golden light on the monk's body.

Legend has it that monks with advanced practices in Blue Sky Valley will go through three stages before they can achieve great success.

The first stage is the golden light body that subdues demons, which can drive away evil spirits and demonic obstacles. As long as you have the golden light body that subdues demons, it means that you have been approved by the Buddha.

The second stage is the immortal vajra body, which is invulnerable to swords, guns, and poisons. However, to enter this stage, not only must the strength be recognized by the Buddha, but the soul must also remain absolutely holy.

No one in the Blue Sky Valley has cultivated the Immortal Vajra Body for many years now. Even Monk Faye is just the Demon-Suppressing Vajra Body. If he can really cultivate the Immortal Vajra Body, how can the second best person on the Immortal List be reincarnated?

When Mu Yunqi comes to sit down, he will definitely be able to compete with Qingxu of Shushan.

As for the third stage, it is called the Vajra Demon Subduing Body. As long as you cultivate this golden light subduing demon body, you can become the Taihe Immortal.

But on the other hand, if he cannot cultivate the Vajra Demon Subduing Body, it means that he will definitely not be able to enter the Taihe Immortal. This is what Monk Faye is most worried about now. He may be like Mu Yunqi, who will have to spend his whole life.

It would be too harmonious to stop at half a step.

"Since the donor is so sincere, the young monk is willing to settle this matter on his behalf. It just so happens that the fake Buddha also has some grudges with the young monk!" The young monk blinked, and Liu Yemei looked particularly beautiful.

Luo Song suddenly felt a trace of murderous aura on his body, but it disappeared in an instant, and the Buddha's light remained peaceful.

Before Luo Song could react, the little monk's hand had already gently pressed Luo Song's chest, and with just a slight push, it seemed as if he was going to knock his entire soul out of his body.
Chapter completed!