In this run-down town in Heilongjiang, few outsiders come.
Although there is a train station not far from the town, this train station does not bring any business opportunities or development opportunities to the town.
It’s just that it’s more convenient for people who work in distant places to go home during the Chinese New Year, that’s all.
At the northernmost edge of the town, a small wooden house was recently built.
People in the town occasionally pass by and can see an old man and young man living there.
At this time, the sky was getting dark. The young man carried firewood from the mountain and returned to the wooden house. Then he took an ax and began to chop the firewood.
This young man is naturally Lin Xiaofeng.
A full five days have passed since the Demon Sword Piaoxue and the Skyfall Demon Sword were integrated into his body.
During these five days, the innate demonic body showed no sign of being perfected.
Mo Yi also told Lin Xiaofeng that there is no use in hurrying about this matter, the only way is to look at opportunities.
Even if two magic weapons are integrated into the body, if there is no chance, he will never become an innate demon body in his lifetime.
Lin Xiaofeng lowered his head to chop wood, while Mo Yi smoked a cigarette, squinting his eyes and looking at Lin Xiaofeng from behind the door.
"Is this kid really my most suitable successor?" Mo Yi's eyes revealed depth.
Ghost magic is just one of his unique skills, and He Jinfeng has never learned another unique skill.
Shake the Dragon Sutra.
Back in the Tang Dynasty, when masters were everywhere, Demon Yi could be revered as a Demon Saint, but it was impossible to do so only by relying on ghost magic.
He combined the Shaping Dragon Sutra with ghost skills, and he became invincible in defeating all demons during the Tang Dynasty.
When a master teaches his disciples, he always has a hand in reserve, and Mo Yi is no exception.
Especially after what happened to He Jinfeng, Mo Yi didn't want to teach anyone else the Dragon Shaking Scripture anymore.
But Lin Xiaofeng is an exception.
The Demonic Sky Meteor Sword is full of demonic properties. Even in the Tang Dynasty, it only obeyed demons once.
Others are completely dissatisfied with the Skyfall Demon Sword.
But I didn't expect Lin Xiaofeng to be able to use it for so long.
Mo Yi also really had the idea of passing on his mantle.
Lin Xiaofeng was chopping firewood.
Mo Yi walked out of the door.
Lin Xiaofeng looked back: "Master? Is something wrong?"
Usually when I am chopping firewood, Mo Yi will not come over to watch.
"Help me do something for my master." Mo Yi waved his hand: "Take this letter to Abbot Wu of Xiaohua Temple."
"Xiaohua Temple?" Lin Xiaofeng took the letter and asked, "Where is Xiaohua Temple?"
Mo Yi pointed to the three mountains surrounding the town: "If you can't find Xiaohua Temple among these three mountains, then don't come back to see me."
Lin Xiaofeng paused in his heart and realized that this should not just be a letter for him to deliver, but a test.
He nodded, then thought for a while, knelt down and said, "Master didn't give me a specific location, and there are many jackals and wild leopards in these three deep mountains."
"The apprentice is worse than ordinary people now. If he really encounters a wolf, tiger or leopard, he may not be able to survive." Lin Xiaofeng kowtowed three times to the devil and his party.
"Master, please take care!" Lin Xiaofeng said.
Mo Yi took out a backpack at this time: "Take it with you. There is dry food in it for more than ten days."
"Well." Lin Xiaofeng stood up, took the baggage and asked, "Master, should I leave first?"
Mo nodded: "Go, I hope you can come back."
Lin Xiaofeng drew a hatchet close to his body and walked up the mountain.
Looking at Lin Xiaofeng's leaving figure, Mo Yi said softly: "This child seems to be kind and righteous. If he can find Xiaohua Temple and get the recognition of the Abbot, there is no harm in inheriting it from me."
The demon turned around and entered the house. Within ten minutes, dozens of people came out and surrounded the cabin.
Mo Yi glanced out of the window: "Whoever is sneaking around outside, get out of here!"
The leader of the team was Elder Pang Cong of the Shengjin Sect.
Elder Pang Cong was also considered a very experienced old man in the Shengjin Sect. If this mission had not been of such great importance, there would be no need for him to personally lead the team to capture Lin Xiaofeng.
But when Pang Cong heard the sound coming from the wooden house, he was frightened.
Senior Long?
Pang Cong swallowed.
The door of the cabin was opened, and Mo Yi's figure strode out of the house.
"Long, Senior Long." Pang Cong said respectfully.
He didn't know Mo Yi's true identity, but he also knew this person who lived in the black prison of the Shengjin Sect.
Even Situ Jinzhen behaved like a junior in front of him.
"Who do I think it is? It turns out to be Pang Cong, Elder Pang." Mo Yi said with a smile on his lips: "The last time we met was a few years ago, when Elder Pang came to inspect the black prison, right?"
"No, that's right." Pang Cong said carefully.
Once, an elder from the Shengjin Sect went to the Black Prison, but he didn't expect to offend Senior Long.
As a result, Senior Long tore open the iron bars and strangled the elder to death.
If something like this happened in the black prison, if it were any other prisoner, Situ Jin would really be furious and make the murderer pay with his life.
But what was Situ Jinzhen like back then?
Go and apologize in person.
And afterwards, he sternly informed everyone that they must not anger Senior Long, otherwise they would bear the consequences.
"What are you doing here?" Mo Yi asked.
"Arrest, arrest people." Pang Cong did not dare to lie in front of this person: "According to the news from the people below, there is an important criminal of the Shengjin Cult living in this wooden house."
"I didn't expect the senior to live here." Pang Cong said quickly: "Since the senior is here, the junior will not disturb you."
Unexpectedly, Mo Yi patted the back of his head: "Oh, are you looking for a boy named Lin Xiaofeng? He went up the mountain from that direction."
Pang Cong looked in the direction pointed by Mo Yi, with a happy face: "Thank you, senior, thank you very much."
With Mo Yi's status, why should he lie to him?
"Go." Mo Yi waved his hand, turned around and entered the house.
Pang Cong, on the other hand, led his men and hurried up the mountain from the direction pointed by Mo Yi.
Mo Yi sat on the table, poured himself a glass of water, and his eyes were full of expectation: "Boy, with an innate demon body, it is impossible to achieve success without suffering the calamity of life and death."
"The top masters of Taoism can use their talents to achieve success, but looking at the countless heroes of the demonic path, all of them have been honed through life and death."
Mo Yi's purpose in letting these people from the Shengjin Cult go up the mountain is also obvious.
Just let these people attack Lin Xiaofeng.
The mountain road in this mountain is not easy to walk.
In other words, there is no so-called mountain road in this mountain.
There are dense bushes underfoot.
Lin Xiaofeng could only continue walking by holding a hatchet and constantly splitting the bushes.
It had already become dark.
Fortunately, there was a flashlight in the backpack Mo Yi prepared for him.
He wanted to find Xiaohua Temple one day earlier. He walked until midnight, when he reached the first mountain halfway up the mountain, and then he came to rest under a big tree as thick as two people hugging each other.