Lu Xu was shocked by the true energy and slid backwards. He shouted angrily without raising his head:
"What a little servant boy! He is obviously a monster..."
Soon he felt something was wrong, as his words failed to elicit the slightest response.
The long street was quiet, except for the morning breeze, which blew the snow-white robes on the opposite side that were not dusty on the ground.
He raised his head and saw the handsome monk who seemed to have stepped out of a painting.
After a brief moment of shock, his body began to tremble violently.
Together with Wu Yuan, he witnessed the whole process of the golden monk traveling across the city, moving houses, carrying trees, and protecting the people, as well as the monk riding a celestial horse to chase down the golden-winged roc.
Although he was far away and couldn't see clearly last night, he had an indescribable feeling at this time. The monk in front of him was the same monk last night!
In fact, it is not just the two disciples Lu Xu and Wu Yuan.
The masters of martial arts present were also restraining the uproar in their hearts at this time.
They had all guessed that the monk in front of them was most likely the sorcerer.
The calmer and calmer they appear to be, the more they are upset inside, one after another.
After all, they are all masters from the Shangdao Sect. They represent the face of the seventy-two martial arts schools in Middle-earth and cannot mess up their position.
Master He is the only exception.
He widened his eyes and made no secret of his inner surprise, but he never expected that the person who mercilessly killed Master Changsheng with a sword in the air was actually such a monk with a sunny smile who seemed to have no love for humans and animals.
Master He was about to speak, but someone beat him to it.
Master Youyin of Beifeng Mansion raised his hands to Zhou Yi: "Is this mage really not an expert in the underworld?"
Zhou Yixiao: "In the underworld, there are either ghosts or monsters. To a real person, does the monk look like a ghost or a monster?"
Master Youyin had a strange look on his face, and then sighed: "Master is naturally a person in the world of the world. Also, now that the underworld does not open and the underworld does not exist, how can there be any 'master' in the underworld? It's just my wishful thinking."
Zhou Yi glanced at the excited Qingnu beside him.
Wow!
The iron chain shattered into powder and scattered in the wind.
The young slave threw himself at Zhou Yi's feet, kowtowed repeatedly, and howled loudly. The sound was like a baby's cry, but also like a toad's cry.
A few months ago, he accompanied his son Liu Linghe to visit Wenhe County. The monk in front of him fell from the sky, killed the toad monster with a sword, and saved him from the monster's mouth.
The journey back was fine, except that the young master kept pestering him to tell stories about eminent monks slaying demons, which made his mouth dry all day long.
But just over a month ago, he found that he often fell into a trance, as if in a dream, and turned into the toad monster in his dream.
Gradually, he discovered that he had really turned into a monster.
"You are not a monster. You are just affected by the evil spirit and occasionally turn into a monster. Being and changing are not the same. You have never killed anyone. It was all the paper charm that deliberately lied to you."
Zhou Yi said to Qing Nu.
The sublimated soul-watching technique really allows him to see through other people's inner thoughts when their emotions fluctuate.
In the past, there seemed to be a magical power among Buddhists... Was he psychic?
After Zhou Yi comforted the young slave, he turned to the group of martial arts masters and said, "The young monk took this little servant boy away."
Everyone no longer pretends to be reserved.
This Buddhist sect's only remaining eminent monk had the cultivation strength to defeat the golden-winged roc, but he was still polite and gave them and the upper Taoist sect enough face.
Naturally, they would not open their eyes, and would smile and praise him for his good deeds.
"The mage called him Qingnu, presumably because he knew how he unfortunately turned into a demon."
"Yes, this child is not tainted with blood and is also a good demon. It is a pity."
"Haha, being able to become the mage's demon servant and receive the mage's enlightenment is a blessing in disguise."
Qingnu lowered his head, with a complicated expression on his face.
A moment ago, I was still a heinous monster in the eyes of these practitioners.
Just because of a casual remark made by the holy monk, these people turned their backs faster than turning the page of a book. It is really disgusting.
Of course, what he hated most was the two young martial artists who caught him and forced him to be demonized, and encouraged Wu An to help others parade him through the streets.
Zhou Yi glanced at Qingnu.
He could feel a surge of resentment directed at the two talented disciples of the Shangdao Sect, and it encouraged the demonic nature to flourish.
The rest of the masters in the art can naturally sense it, but they all look at their eyes, nose and heart, pretending not to know.
In their opinion, a small toad monster with no climate will naturally not threaten the fairy seedlings at the upper door.
However, Zhou Yi didn't think so.
Qing Nu, like Wei Xiaochang, has received a bit of health-preserving power of his own. It's hard to say what the future will be like.
Suddenly at this moment, a strange sound sounded.
"If the eminent monk wants to take away this toad monster, he naturally does not need our consent. I'm afraid it will go against the will of the people and the purpose of Buddhism."
The person who said these words was Master Shaoyang of Chiyang Mansion.
Junior brother Changsheng Zhenren was killed by the monk in front of him with a sword, and his heart was naturally filled with resentment.
Zhou Yi turned around and faced the crowd at the street corner, clasped his hands together, shouted the Buddha's name, raised his head and asked: "The young monk wants to collect this demon and teach it, what do you think, fellow villagers?"
The common people did not expect that the eminent monk would specifically ask them.
After a moment of silence, bursts of cheers and cheers suddenly broke out.
"Just do whatever the holy monk says."
"We all listen to the holy monk!"
"Please also ask the holy monk to stay in Tai'an County for a longer time. We people all hope to worship the holy monk!"
Zhou Yi thanked the people for their love, then turned to the astonished Master Shaoyang and said with a smile: "Master Shaoyang, have you received any favors from the Four Holy Temples back then?"
Master Shaoyang was startled, suddenly thought of something, his face changed slightly, and he shook his head repeatedly: "Of course not. I'm not the Changsheng Junior Brother, no, absolutely not!"
"Really? Are you sure?"
Zhou Yi took a deep look at Shaoyang Zhenren, said nothing more, patted Qing Nu beside him, turned around and left.
Qing Nu followed suit, lowering his head and following behind Zhou Yi.
Master Shaoyang looked embarrassed, but cold sweat broke out behind his back.
The monk's careless gaze before leaving actually caused the soul energy in his body to stop for a full breath. His whole body seemed to sink under the Nine Springs in an instant, and in the blink of an eye he would follow in the footsteps of Junior Brother Changsheng.
Master He suddenly raised his hands and asked: "May I ask Master, where is the golden-winged roc now? What is the fate of it?"
Zhou Yi did not look back and said calmly: "He has been seriously injured."
Hearing this, everyone's expressions became extremely exciting.
Master He took two steps forward and asked: "May I ask how serious the injury is?"
Zhou Yi did not speak. The person who answered He Zhenren was a feminine man leaning against the corner. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and sneered: "One of the wings was cut off, how serious the injury do you think it is?"
Master He's face instantly turned red.
The other martial arts masters also became excited after a brief shock.
There are also real people who cautiously clasped their fists and asked, "I wonder who you are."
"Candle... watch the sea."
Zhulong laughed to himself, then followed Zhou Yi and walked away.
"Viewing the sea?"
"It's the Jinghe dragon! The mage really took over the Jinghe dragon!"
"Isn't it? This slutty magician really has great powers!"
"I wonder if you all think the same thing as me?"
"Then there's no need to ask, just inform the master immediately and do your best to deduce the place where the golden-winged roc escaped!"
"Slay the demon king, slay Tianpeng, and achieve a lifetime of fame, right now!"
Among the excited crowd, only one person kept his head lowered, silent and solemn.
Master He saw this scene in his eyes. When everyone was about to turn around, he quietly grabbed the man and asked through a message:
"What is Senior Youyin thinking?"
Master Youyin raised his head and looked towards the direction where Zhou Yi and the others disappeared: "I'm thinking about that sorcerer. I always feel that he has some indescribable connection with the underworld."
Master He asked curiously: "Why did senior say that?"
Master Youyin sighed softly and said: "I, Beifeng Mansion, cultivate the Taiyin Way in the human world. You may not be able to notice it, but I can see at a glance that this slutty magician is the one who gathers the great aspirations of all ghosts. The Taiyin Realm
The Dharma Protector must have many ghosts and ghosts from the underworld following and serving him... What's wrong with you, Master He?"
"I see, that's it...I understand! I finally understand!"
Master He looked excited, as if he had uncovered some top secret in the world. He bowed his hands to Master Youyin and thanked him, then laughed and drifted away.
"There are many ghosts and ghosts in the underworld who serve and follow him...all three of them are monks...then his third identity could be...the king of the underworld!"
This monk is really a strange person in this world."
…
Zhulong looked at Zhou Yi's calm profile and suddenly said: "Bodhisattva is really smart."
Zhou Yi said calmly: "That's not the way to flatter the young monk. You should tell the whole story at least."
Zhulong smiled and said: "May I ask Bodhisattva, why did you want to spare the life of that golden-winged roc?"
Zhou Yi thought for a while and said truthfully: "The young monk originally wanted to keep its body intact, but he was afraid that it would explode with a sword and there would be no bones left, let alone its wings."
Zhulong looked deep in thought. After a long time, he found that he still couldn't understand it. The Bodhisattva's words were indeed profound and unpredictable, full of cleverness.
"The Bodhisattva first seriously injured the Golden-winged Dapeng, and then informed the Shudao sect that the Golden-winged Dapeng had been seriously injured. They will definitely pursue the Golden-winged Dapeng with all their strength."
Zhulong showed a proud expression of insight into the secrets of heaven, looked deeply at Zhou Yi, and said: "When the golden-winged roc can no longer bear it, he will take the initiative to surrender to the Bodhisattva and ask the Bodhisattva to accept it. The Bodhisattva can harvest it without any effort.
The mount is really clever."
Zhou Yi looked at Zhulong strangely: "Why do you think so? No, it is going to become the little monk's mount, what about you?"
Zhulong's face changed suddenly, and a mouthful of old blood spurted out from his mouth.
"Bodhisattva, Xiaolong feels that after all, I am also a Jinghe Xiaolong, so I should go back and see my 'parents'. Xiaolong will leave now and see you again if we are destined to see you again."
Zhou Yi grabbed Zhulong and said with a smile: "Look at you, you are so injured after dealing with a few big demons with titles from the prefect. It is too dangerous to go back to the Jinghe River alone, why not go back to the Xiaojinghe River with the monk first and wait.
Let’s talk after New Year’s Eve.”
The small black characters show that both Yeyun and Siyue have obtained two-thirds and three-thirds of Fang Ziqi from those two gangs.
Although the trip to Jiangzuo was full of twists and turns, it finally ended successfully.
It's time to go back and put together the human arbitration formula Ziqi.