"...if I don't die, the poor monk will feel uneasy."
The night wind carried indifferent words into the forest, but there was a faint murderous intention inside. Chen Yuan sat next to him and bent his knees, put one hand on it, and dropped the other hand casually to the ground, leaning against the tree trunk, talking to the monk
Let’s look at the excitement over there together.
"I mentioned this to the Heavenly Master just now. He also promised to go back to the Heavenly Master's Mansion to check the ancient books and find out any clues about the concubine."
Monk Zhenhai nodded, and turned his ascetic face to look directly at Chen Yuan, causing Chen Yuan to subconsciously raise his hand to touch his face.
"Look what I'm doing, there's something on my face?"
The monk smiled.
"The poor monk remembers that the god you summoned should know something about it. Why don't you summon him to ask a question?"
"The god named Jiutian Yingyuan Thunder Universal Transformation Heavenly Lord, who controls the sky thunder, has many thunder generals under his command, and they are very powerful." Speaking of this, Chen Yuanke had something to say, and he kept talking.
There are so many thunder generals and marshals in Qilei Mansion.
"Have not heard."
The monk simply shook his head. This interruption suppressed everything Chen Yuan wanted to say, 'You are the one who started the conversation, and you won't listen if you don't want to?'
"Listen a little longer, I'm just getting into the mood of what I'm talking about!"
The monk looked at Chen Yuan strangely, and then laughed, "The poor monk will listen to you later." He paused, "Actually, the poor monk just meditated and did not enter samadhi. He was just thinking about... the Longevity Empress.
As you can tell, your fox friend saved the child back then."
Chen Yuan was stunned for a moment: "It can't be you?!"
Regarding the life experience of Monk Zhenhai, Chen Yuan heard from Monk Zhenkong that when he was young, he followed his parents on a long journey and was killed by a group of bandits. However, he survived by chance, and then met his master who was walking in the world, and became a monk at Wanfo Temple.
Later, he also developed a murderous streak.
"It's really a poor monk." Monk Zhenhai confirmed Chen Yuan's guess. He smiled and said: "The poor monk was only three or four years old at that time. He didn't remember the incident. He just thought it was the scholar who saved me. I didn't expect it was your fox friend.
The transformed scholar sent me to the master... Everything in the world is impermanent, but it is also our destiny."
"But have you changed your mind about demons?"
"No, evil thoughts will also be hidden under good intentions. Only when you see through can you know the good or bad."
Well, after talking for a long time, the monk was still the same as himself, but also, his parents were killed in front of him. Who else would have felt the anger in his heart only increased, especially since he couldn't take revenge, so he could only vent his anger on those who did it.
The monsters and monsters that cause misfortune are haunting you.
The monk also knew that he was stubborn, but he did not continue to talk about this topic.
"Fellow Taoist, can you tell me about the gods you summoned? The poor monk knows that those gods may really exist and are not just those who appear in stories."
Chen Yuan raised her head and looked at the night sky behind the gaps between the branches, and the stars in the sky were twinkling in her eyes.
"It naturally exists. Otherwise, how could I have made up so many popular stories by myself?"
"Then why in this world, apart from the gods of mountains and rivers, there are only Zuyi and Concubine in the sky...and now there is only Concubine. Could it be that this world is fake? Every plant, every tree, those cultivators in the distance
, is it just something in a poor monk’s dream?”
Chen Yuan was shocked by his words. Just based on the conversation between Master Wen and Na Yiren, the monk actually came up with the idea that Fang Tiandi was fake, but he didn't know that he knew that Fang Tiandi was just divided in the long river of history.
What's the reaction to a small stream?
But at the moment, Chen Yuan couldn't tell him this because he was afraid of causing trouble, so he stretched out his hand and pinched the back of the monk's hand, making the latter frown.
"Does it hurt?"
"Um."
"Isn't that true? You and I are both flesh and blood, so how can we dream about it?" Chen Yuan put his hands on the back of his head and continued to laugh: "You don't know, there are so many gods in the world that I summoned
There is no book in heaven or on earth that can be finished."
"so much?"
"That's natural. Let's just say that the god-man in green robes and golden armor you have seen, holding the Green Dragon Sword in his hand, is not only a hero among men, but also a demon-conquering emperor who is worshiped by the world. In heaven, he is also the god of wealth... and
That monkey head, others were born from their mother's womb, but he was born from a rock... Hey, who hit me?!"
Chen Yuan covered his head and stood up and looked around. The monk smiled vertically. When Chen Yuan was talking just now, he actually saw a monkey shadow flash past.
After a while, the chatter continued in the forest.
The night stretches.
…
The territory of Luodu.
In the air that ordinary people cannot see, there is the sound of swinging iron chains coming from the suburbs to the Chenghuang Temple. In the white mist, between the two tall figures, there is a figure in Taoist robes and unkempt face walking behind them.
After entering the city emperor, he descended into the seemingly bottomless black hole. What unfolded in his field of vision was a green color, countless ghostly fires floating in the air, and many sluggish souls wandering around. The figures escorted by Yinshi looked at these ghosts.
Dressed in barbarian attire, he was tortured, cut into several pieces by a mountain of knives, then closed and thrown up again.
There is a huge beast in the distance, dragging its long body and being controlled by several Yinsha, constantly devouring the surrounding rock formations to expand the space.
‘How could there be such a world here?’ The unkempt figure was horrified.
Soon, a group of Yin soldiers came from a distance. The moment they passed by, the leading Yin soldier suddenly stopped.
"Taoist Priest Mingguang?!"
The unkempt figure trembled, and then he saw a two-foot-tall ghost with an oval head and a mouth full of fangs floating in front of him, looking at him with some confusion.
"I am Wang Zhaoyuan, the ghost under the command of the true king!"
"It's you?"
That unkempt figure was none other than Mingguang. He died in the Fen River. His soul was originally floating along the river, but he didn't want to enter the Gyeonggi area. He was caught by a patrolling night patrol, and a ghost officer was called to escort him here.
Seeing that there is another world under the ground, as well as various ghosts and monsters, and even terrifying beings with high cultivation levels, made him a little worried. If these ghosts rushed to the world, they would not be even more terrifying than Zu Yi.
However, Mingguang was still happy to see Wang Zhaoyuan now, but then he also became suspicious.
"Why are you here?"
Wang Zhaoyuan seemed to have a high status here, so he simply took off the token from his waist and handed it to the two gangsters, asking them to report for business first. The two gangsters probably knew that they had met an acquaintance in the world, so they took the token and handed over the token.
The Taoist priest handed it over to the other party and left first.
"The Taoist priest didn't know something. The temple of Zhenjun was destroyed. Zhenjun asked me to come here with a handwritten edict to resettle him. Unexpectedly, I was attracted by a sinister handsome man named Ah Pong and became a military leader. Just Taoist priest, what happened to you?
Came down?"
"He was killed." Mingguang smiled bitterly and told what happened outside. After hearing this, Wang Zhaoyuan immediately pulled him and drove Yinfeng to find Niutou Abang in a hurry.
Not long after, a Yu Ling rose from the Senluo Palace in the distance, floating in the darkness.
The bull-headed horse, fully armored, mounted on the giant cricket demon Yuanshen who was working as a coolie, and hundreds of ghost soldiers rushed to the ground to search for Chen Yuan.
…
The night outside gradually passed as time passed, and the clouds in the east turned white, the bonfires in the foothills were extinguished, and the smoke was lingering.
A group of monks gathered together and said goodbye.
"If Fellow Daoist Chen calls for you tomorrow, I'll meet again later!"
"Yes, when the Heavenly Master finds out where that concubine is, we will kill her together!"
"...Then I'll say goodbye here and see you later. I'm afraid everyone's cultivation level will be much higher!"
"Ha ha--"
Amidst the sound of talking, everyone left together in twos and threes, and some alone took up the magic and disappeared in the forest in an instant.
"Chen Yuan, let's go back to the Tianshi Mansion first. What we said yesterday will not be false!"
Tianshi Zhang Shuangbai was supported by Qingxu and Yunlong, and after saying a few words to Chen Yuan, he left surrounded by Taoist priests from Tianshi Mansion.
"Zhenjun, Feihong is also leaving."
Yu Feihong gained a lot from this trip, and he was anxious to go back and spend some time in seclusion.
The bustle gradually became deserted, and only Xu Qingfeng and Monk Zhenhai were left. The former looked at Chen Yuan with a complicated expression, but in the end he had nothing to say. He just smiled and raised his hand, used his sword control skills, and flew over the mountains and disappeared.
"The poor monk is gone too, you have to take care of yourself."
Monk Zhenhai packed up properly, put on his cassock, held a Zen staff and said nothing extra. He made a vertical seal and saluted, turned around and drifted away in a free and easy manner.
The fat Taoist was quite reluctant to leave. It was rare for so many Taoists to get together, and they dispersed within a few days.
"This is cultivation, you have to endure loneliness."
When Chen Yuan called Lao Niu with a smile, a gust of wind suddenly blew, and the little white snake swam out of the carriage and fell to the ground, "Zhenjun, I have to say goodbye too."
These words made Chen Yuan stunned for a moment.
"You want to leave too?"
Bai Susu nodded the snake's head, with a look of reluctance in her eyes, and she tilted her head slightly.
"I have been sealed. I need to go into the mountains and continue to practice with the spiritual energy of the mountains. I will refine the incense and incense of the True Lord. Only then will I be considered successful."
"I see, then you can go. There is a lot of spiritual energy in this mountain, and the Wanshou Empress is here. If you run into trouble, I will be able to help you to some extent because of my relationship with her."
"yes……"
Such was the practice of cultivation, Chen Yuan had already seen it clearly, smiled and stroked the white snake's head, smiled freely, jumped on the bullock cart, called the fat Taoist who was still in a daze, and drove down the mountain.
The little white snake listened to the sound of the car's shaft turning and gradually faded away. Feeling empty in its heart, it hurriedly transformed into a huge body and pressed down on the ground. It swam to the protruding rock in front of the falling leaves.
The morning sun of the east was bright, and in the golden autumn colors, she transformed into a woman's silhouette and floated above the snake's head.
"True Lord!"
The woman's clear voice echoed in the mountains, and in the distance, the ox cart driving through the woods and fields slowed down. The old ox looked back, and Chen Yuan on the cart also put down his book.
A distant sound floated in.
"...I have transformed into a human form and come to find you!"
Chen Yuan smiled, unfolded the book in his hand and continued to read, but what the fat Taoist didn't notice was that Chen Yuan mustered up his magic power and flew to the rear with his words.
On the cliff, the white snake looked a little disappointed when it received no response. When it turned around and left, the wind came with a familiar sound.
That's the sentence: "I'm waiting for you!"
The cold snake eyes suddenly glowed with joy, and its originally sluggish expression became energetic, and it let out a silver bell-like laughter. Its long body swayed with its white scales, and it rolled excitedly in the forest, turning the fallen leaves into pieces.
He put it on his head, then blew it away in the air and fell to the ground.
Most of the time, even if you are a demon, you still have emotions.