The moon is as cool as water, and the breeze blows slowly.
A figure sits alone on the top of a mountain.
His back was cold, his breath was cold, and his eyes were cold.
In his eyes, there was only a pair of vertical pupils, which reflected the bright moon in the sky.
It was as if he and the bright moon were the only ones left between heaven and earth.
And behind him, thousands of demon clans came forward one after another.
Silver and blood split this world into two halves.
"Amitabha~"
A Buddha's name broke the evaluation at this time.
Fan Yuya's pupils shrank suddenly, and the full moon in his eyes shattered into countless silver lights.
Turn around slowly.
At some point, a young monk appeared behind him.
There was a faint smile on the monk's face, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised: "The donor is so elegant."
"You can kill people and admire the moon at the same time~"
Monk Mi Jian's tone was very relaxed, so relaxed that it felt like he was meeting an old friend.
Fan Yuya narrowed his eyes, and his steps were so light that they were almost unnoticeable.
"The great monk came here late at night. Could it be that he also came to admire the moon?"
Monk Mi Jian chuckled lightly: "I don't know how to appreciate the moon."
"I only know how to kill people~"
Before this 'person' could finish his words, Fan Yuya disappeared from sight.
There are only two words left in my mind: 'So fast'!
After realizing it, he turned around, only to be hit by an unparalleled force.
Fan Yuya didn't even see the monk's moves clearly. His eyes blurred and the shadow disappeared again.
"Amitabha~"
Hearing this voice, Fan Yuya felt that all the hairs on his body stood on end.
Turning around, I saw the smiling face of the great monk.
"Master monk, you are not here to kill people. If you were here to kill people, you would have killed them just now."
"You're not here to admire the moon. If you wanted to admire the moon, you wouldn't be here."
"So, you are a visitor."
At this moment, a clear voice suddenly sounded from the big tent not far away: "I once heard the legend from the elders in the clan that half a hundred years ago, our demon clan had a senior of the 'mirage' clan. He was extremely talented and dreamed The Tao transforms into form, becoming invisible between actions.”
"This person did not practice the method of transformation of my demon clan. Instead, he found a new way and opened up the way of transformation and rebirth. He used the dream path to transform into reality, condensed the human form, and practiced the way of human beings from then on."
"I didn't expect that I would meet He Feiyu here today. I am really lucky to meet him."
Monk Mi Jian had a smile on his face, but there was some admiration in his eyes.
"Amitabha."
"As expected of the wise man of Wanshou Villa, I can guess my identity even though I have never met him."
At this time, the tent was opened, and He Feiyu walked out of it: "He Feiyu has met the senior at Wanshou Villa."
Mi Jian put his hands together in eleven salutes. Under the moonlight, the moon-white monk's robes appeared.
A clear figure and a compassionate face.
As the breeze blew by, I could only sigh that he was such a wonderful monk.
No one would have thought that he was actually a demon clan.
As a sixth-generation disciple of the ‘Mi’ generation, all his disciples of the same generation have long since turned into withered bones.
Even the next generation of obscure people are already old.
But Monk Mihan never changed.
It turns out that he is of demon clan blood.
"Hey, I didn't expect that after so many years, someone would still remember me." A trace of nostalgia finally appeared on Mi Qian's face.
He Feiyu sighed softly: "Junior has always had a question. I wonder if senior can help me answer it?"
"tell me the story."
"Senior was favored by our demon clan back then, why did he abandon him later?"
But Monk Mi Jian shook his head and smiled: "Monster clan, hey, the pattern is too small."
Hearing this answer, He Feiyu's expression froze: "Senior, I wonder what you mean by this?"
Monk Mi Jian said calmly: "The demon clan is divided into three parts, each forming its own branch."
"Even the "Taiyin Lian Zhen" passed down by the ancient demon clan is incomplete."
"At that time, I was young and vigorous, so I wanted to create a supreme way that would never be surpassed in ancient times and reorganize the demon clan."
"So I traveled a lot and visited the major holy places of the Monster Clan, but I also discovered the shortcomings of the Monster Clan."
"Strong on the outside but weak on the inside, a piece of loose sand. Although luck is coming, you have no desire to win."
"Frustrated, I turned to all human methods, and it was really like a hundred flowers blooming and a hundred schools of thought contending."
"Finally, I discovered the method of harmony in southern Xinjiang."
"The ancient Ancestor of the Styx River was actually able to transform into blood and conquer the heavens.
Then why can't I be reborn through dreams?"
Monk Mi Jian was smiling all over his face, but there was a hint of pride in his eyes.
As the genius of the demon clan, he has understood the way of 'transformation'.
‘Transforming dreams into reality’ directly transforms the demon body into a human body.
From now on, I will only cultivate the path of all sentient beings.
This is why even though Monk Mihan is from the demon clan, he does not have the slightest aura of the demon clan in his body.
"I see."
"However, the world rises and falls, ups and downs, and our demon clan's luck is at its peak, so we may not be able to restore peace."
He Feiyu was full of passion and showed his majestic appearance.
But Monk Mi Jian chuckled: "No, at least you can't."
The expression on He Feiyu's face froze. He had always been a proud person, and when he heard this, he naturally felt a little angry in his heart.
"Why?"
Monk Mi Jian announced the Buddha's name: "Although the demon race has luck, it has no foundation, while the human race is just the opposite. When their luck is exhausted, their foundation is increasing."
"One will wax and wane, and in the end manpower will prevail."
After saying this, He Feiyu snorted coldly: "Senior, you are belittling yourself too much."
Monk Mi Jian shook his head: "Alas, the monsters sit in the well and look at the sky, arrogantly arrogant, but they don't know that the people in this world are thousands of times stronger than them."
"Just like this small killing temple in front of us."
"Even if it has declined for hundreds of years, its heritage remains."
"You are no match."
What Monk Mi Jian said was categorical and merciless.
He Feiyu was speechless when he thought of the brilliance of today.
But it was Fan Yuya next to him who came to the rescue and said: "It seems that the senior came today not to admire the moon or to kill people, but to act as a lobbyist."
Under the moonlight, the smile on Monk Mihan's face grew stronger: "If you talk well, you will be a lobbyist; if you talk poorly, you will be a bad customer~"
This was said with a smile, but it made people feel chilled when they heard it.
Fan Yuya and He Feiyu looked at each other and immediately put on alert postures.
"You two, you'd better leave before that kid comes out of seclusion."
"Lao Na came here this time not only for the sake of the Shasheng Temple, but also for the demon clan."
"Although the senior is a famous figure in our demon clan, he didn't expect to become a vassal of the human race. It's really sad and lamentable." Fan Yuya responded coldly.
Monk Mi Jian was not angry when he heard this: "A vassal of the human race? Hahaha, little guy, you look down on me a lot."
"Hahaha, just based on these words, I won't take your two lives today."
"When that little guy comes out of seclusion, you will remember what I said."
"In addition, if the demon clan wants to cross the barrier and enter the Killing Life Temple, I'm afraid it won't be that simple."
"Hahahaha~"
After saying that, his body disappeared quickly.
He Feiyu's pupils shrank and he quickly turned his head to look at the battlefield.