In the early morning of the next day, outside Lanruo Temple, Yan Chixia, Xiahou Jie, Ning Caichen, and Nie Xiaoqian, who was an adult god and was not afraid of the sun, stood together and watched Zhong Li go away alone.

Last night, Zhongli and Yan Chixia Xiahou Jie talked for a long time, and they also had a general understanding of the situation in this world, the yang world, the underworld, the court, the rivers and lakes, as well as the Xianmen Immortal Mountain that is beyond the world, mostly legends, and the people of Li at the bottom, all living beings, constitute a perfect world pattern.

It's a pity that Yan Chixia and Xiahou Jie are both loose cultivators in the rivers and lakes, although they have obtained the cultivation inheritance by chance, but they still don't know much about the immortal mountain and immortal gate that is beyond the world and hidden in the mountains and seas, and they have not made contact.

Fortunately, such creatures as demon dragons are not common in the Zhou Tian Immortal Realm, not to mention the demon realm that is far inferior to this level, as long as the demon dragon shows up, the news will definitely not be able to cover up, and it is not difficult to find, Zhongli does not need to worry too much, ride a donkey to find a horse, and just look while walking.

"Anchor, this is leaving?"

"Things are all settled, why don't you go?"

"The female ghost sister just gave it to that poor scholar?"

"Let you be big, you don't have that idea at all, okay, besides, it's all stumbling women, just reach out and help you, you still want to dedicate yourself to taking over?"

"What's wrong with the stumbling woman, isn't the stumbling woman a person, okay, she's really not a human, but that doesn't prevent me from giving them love and care, anchor, next time I meet a female ghost, please leave me one, I'm willing to take this plate. ”

"Wash and sleep in front, there is ...... everything in your dreams"

While everyone was talking, Zhongli had already left the secluded forest where Lanruo Temple was located and walked along the official road, but he did not go to Guobei County, but went directly to the direction of Yunzhou City.

According to the description of Ning Caichen and others, now this dynasty takes "Qian" as the national name, and the world is divided into Kyushu, and Lanruo Temple is located in Yunzhou, one of Kyushu.

Yunzhou is located in a remote area, backward development, the territory is divided into a capital, three counties and twelve counties, needless to say, the three counties and twelve counties are all poor countryside or small counties and towns, and the possibility of finding the clues of the demon dragon is really not very large, so Zhongli went directly to Yunzhou City, the capital of Yunzhou.

Although this Yunzhou is a remote place, but in the end, it is one of the nine states in the world, and the capital is still prosperous, and it is expected that some clues to the demon dragon or the cultivation world can be found.

Go to the capital, although you don't need to take the dangerous wilderness path, but now this world road may not be safe, the army is chaotic, bandits are rampant, and there are often evil beasts and even demons that hurt people and eat people, Zhongli walked all the way, I don't know how many corpses and bones he saw, exuding a disgusting stench, even if it is now noon, the blue sky and the white day, there is also a scene of forest, and I can't feel half a point of warmth.

What's even more strange is that Zhongli didn't meet half of the pedestrians along the way, the robbers were gone, the officers and soldiers were gone, and there weren't even ordinary people.

"It's so desolate!"

"I haven't seen anyone for half a day. ”

"There are bones all the way, are they all dead?"

"No wonder it is said that it is better to be a peaceful dog than to be a troubled person, this world is really ......"

I don't know if this trip is too boring, or if the bones along the way touched something, the noisy live broadcast room gradually quieted down, and the atmosphere became more depressing.

Suddenly, Zhongli stopped, looked at a fork in the distance, and his body suddenly burst out, and the live broadcast camera moved accordingly, and after entering this fork in the road, he quickly came to a Buddhist temple.

"Yunling Temple!"

Another ancient temple of Buddhism, but different from the abandoned Lanruo Temple, the incense of this Yunling Temple is not bad, the archway of the mountain gate is built with white marble, it seems to be noble and not vulgar, the bluestone steps go straight into the mountain, a piece of incense can be faintly seen, shrouded in the ancient temple hall, more sacred and solemn.

However, the mournful screams and frenzied shouts of killing completely ruined this tranquility and solemnity, and the red blood overflowed from the temple and flowed down the bluestone steps, and the faint smell of incense in the air was replaced by rich blood.

Flying through the mountain gate, entering the temple, there was a terrifying scene of fighting, one by one, monks, scarlet eyes, violent eyes, fighting together, completely lost their minds, without swords, they used their hands and feet, and even opened their mouths to tear up, like wild beasts to tear off the flesh and blood, and then swallow into the belly.

"This ......"

"What's the situation?"

"Are they crazy?"

"Anchor is coming!"

The fight of the monks in the temple made everyone in the live broadcast room stunned, and they didn't know what was going on, and Zhongli didn't show up, but the live camera moved forward again and went towards the central hall of the temple.

"Nan no Amitabha!"

"Nan no Amitabha!"

"Nan no Amitabha!"

“......”

At this time, everyone found that in the central hall, there was still the sound of Buddhist scriptures chanting, but it was very difficult, and there was even a feeling of cuckoo crying blood, which was not at all as solemn and vast as usual, but it was getting weaker and weaker, so it was covered by the sound of the monks fighting.

The camera fell into the main hall, only to see the source of the Buddha's name, it was an old monk sitting in front of the golden statue of Rulai, with snow-white eyebrows and long ears, a group of Buddha's good fortune, but the body was full of scars, and there was more golden blood flowing out, even if he sat on the ground, it was also a crumbling image.

"Master!"

Behind this old monk, there was also a little monk, who looked to be eleven or twelve years old, very immature, but he was wearing a golden robe.

The robe protects his body, and the little monk doesn't seem to have anything unusual, but he just looks at the crumbling old monk in front of him and can't stop crying, and he wants to tear off the robe on his body several times, but it has no effect at all.

In front of the two monks, one old and one young, the statue of Shakya Nyorai enshrined in the center of the main hall is also full of cracks at this moment, and the blood light of the demon Ye is faintly revealed from it, and there are even bursts of evil words from it.

"Old bald donkey, you can't trap me, the world has changed greatly, yin and yang are in chaos, and Yin Si can no longer stop Da Heitian, today you and this Yunling Temple are my sacrifices to Da Heitian!"

The treacherous words, the demonic blood light, revealed a demonic distorted power, and everyone in the live broadcast room felt dizzy and almost wanted to sink when they heard it.

"Since ancient times, evil has prevailed over good, how can you allow a demon like you to cause trouble in the world!"

The old monk's face was resolute, regardless of the golden blood flowing around him, the Buddha's name kept moving, and the golden light of the Tao shone brightly, injecting into the cracked statue of Sakya Nyorai, wanting to suppress the inner demon.

"Hahaha!"

At this time, I heard a burst of wild laughter, among the shattered Buddha statues, the blood light of the demon smelting and treacherous was released, and it was actually the golden light that overwhelmed the suppression, and the Buddha statues were broken and aggravated, as if they would collapse at any time.

"Not good!"

The old monk's expression changed, and the golden blood around his body gushed out again, and while suppressing the bloody action, he shouted to the little monk behind him: "Bai Yun, go quickly, go to the Great Dao Temple in a robe to find your uncle, and tell him that the Heavenly Demon has broken the seal, don't be careless!"

After that, he swept out with one hand, swept the little monk who was still crying, and went straight out of the main hall, but he didn't want to, a figure also appeared at this time, and happened to collide with the flying little monk.

"Hmm!"

Looking at the little monk who was wrapped in a robe and fell into his arms, Zhongli frowned, put him aside, came to the statue of Shakya Nyorai, which was about to shatter, and muttered, "This is ......"

"Huh?"

At this time, the old monk also noticed Zhongli, shouted, and said: "The Heavenly Demon is about to break the seal, this place will become purgatory, no matter who you are, leave immediately......"

Before the words were finished, his body trembled suddenly, and the shining golden light around his body quickly dimmed, and the golden blood and golden paste overflowing from the wound gradually turned bright red.

"Hahaha, old bald donkey, you can't support it!"

The golden light was dim, but the blood light was Dasheng, a cracking sound came, the cracks of the Buddha statue intensified, and the demonic blood-colored light flickered, revealing a breathtaking demonic aura.

Seeing this, the old monk, who had run out of oil, could only turn his head and shouted to the little monk and Zhongli: "Hurry, go quickly!"

"Boom!"

When the words fell, I heard a loud explosion and explosion, the whole hall was shocked, and the blood light of the demon and evil flew out from the cracked statue of Shakya Rulai, and quickly condensed into a human figure, standing in the void, looking down at the old monk who collapsed on the ground and said: "Bald donkey, I said, you can't trap me, it's been a hundred years, it's been a hundred years, I've finally come out, hahaha!"

This man was blood-red, shining with light, although he had a rough human torso, but his body was covered with patches of dark red scale armor, and scarlet long hair grew, and a pair of horns on his head extended and bent out, exuding endless evil energy.

"Adversary!"

Seeing this, the old monk wanted to give his life to it, but his body couldn't move, and his eyes were full of despair.

"Hahaha, die!"

The old monk's lamp ran out, and the demon became more and more arrogant, screamed, slaughtered down, and killed with the hatred of being trapped for a hundred years.

However......

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, the blood-colored light flew out at a faster speed, slamming into the broken Buddha statue, bursting into a scarlet and dazzling trace.

“......”

The air was instantly quiet, and the old monk, who was about to close his eyes and wait for death, looked at the heavenly demon who was bombarded into the ruins in a daze, and did not come back to his senses for a long time.

"Ahh

The old monk was stunned, but the demon did not keep depositing, and with a roar, he flew out of the shattered Buddha statue, covered with scars, and his scale armor was cracked, but he couldn't care about it, his scarlet eyes stared at Zhongli, and asked in a hissed voice, "Who are you?"

In this regard, Zhongli had no words, because he didn't intend to waste time with this thing at all, the true yuan in his body was violently urging, and he raised his hand......

"A pneumatic mountain and river!"

The surging air flow, as much as one palm, burst out, that day the demon didn't even have time to react, let alone dodge, and in a moment of astonishment, he dared to have a domineering and incomparable palm power, and bombarded his body heavily.

"Poof!"

With a bang, the flesh and blood were scattered, and the Heavenly Demon, who was still incomparably powerful, was killed by Zhongli's palm, and there were no bones left.

"Lying ...... Slot?"

"What the hell is going on?"

"You're going to die when you're done!"

"How do you feel like this guy is so pitiful. ”

"Be careful, this thing doesn't look like a simple character, maybe it's not dead yet!"

In the live broadcast room, everyone spoke a lot, but Zhongli ignored it, turned around and came to the old monk, raised his hand to cross into a wisp of true yuan, and protected his heart.

Seeing this, the old monk reacted, shook his head, and said with a wry smile: "Donor, don't waste your real strength anymore, in order to suppress the devil, the poor monk has exhausted his cultivation, and now the lamp is exhausted, and the immortal Buddha is difficult to save." ”

Hearing this, Zhongli was silent for a while, and then he lowered his hand and asked, "What's going on?"

"Days, days!"

The old monk sighed, looked at the broken Buddha statue, and muttered: "This demon was originally a general under the command of the demon god of the underworld, a hundred years ago, he broke through the boundary of yin and yang, came to this yang world as a disaster, and destroyed the souls, the ancestor used his life's strength to seal him, suppressed in this statue of Shakyamuni, and wanted to use the power of the Dharma of all beings to destroy this demon, but he didn't want to ......."

After that, the old monk shook his head again, a sad flash flashed in his eyes, and said: "This demon has been suppressed in the statue of Rulai for a hundred years, and it has reached the last moment, but I don't want to, a few days ago, the heaven and earth changed greatly, yin and yang were reversed, and the two worlds were in chaos, so that the black sky demon god trapped in the depths of the yin division had a chance to take advantage of it, and beat a point of the power of the demon god into the yang world and fell into my Yunling Temple." ”

"Black Sky Demon God?"

Zhongli frowned and asked, "That's ......?"

The old monk shook his head and said with a wry smile: "I don't know the specific poor monk, I only heard that the ancestor said that this black sky demon god existed thousands of years ago, and it is the most terrifying demon in the Yin Division, even if it is the lower realm of the Immortal Buddha, there is nothing to be done, it can only be suppressed in the Yin Division, so as not to cause disaster to the world." ”

"Immortal Buddha?"

Zhongli muttered, his brow furrowed even more.

The cultivation of this old monk is not bad, he has reached the middle grade of the ground, and the Buddhism is profound, it is the authentic Buddhism, which can be seen in the inheritance.

Therefore, the immortal Buddha he refers to is by no means the immortal Buddha in the concept of ordinary people, but the immortal monarch, the Buddha, who is stronger than the heavenly rank.

The Immortal Monarch Buddha descended to earth, and the demon god who couldn't help it, don't think about it, he must also be a powerhouse of the heavenly rank.

Thinking of this, Zhongli looked at the old monk again and asked, "Does the master have any other wishes?"

"Last wish?"

The old monk muttered, turned to look outside the hall, looked at the bloody temple, a trace of compassion flashed on his pale face, and shook his head: "After this catastrophe, the cloud spirit does not exist, Baiyun, come here!"

"Master!"

Hearing this, the little monk suddenly woke up, threw himself down beside the old monk, and cried: "What's wrong with you, don't scare Baiyun." ”

"Bai Yun is obedient, don't cry, practice for the teacher, and finally be consummated!"

The old monk smiled, patted Bai Yun's body, then looked at Zhongli, and said: "There were two demons that day, after the first master suppressed them, they were handed over to me and my junior brother respectively, and now Yunling Temple has been robbed, presumably the Great Country Temple does not exist, so I hope that the donor can replace the poor monk and take care of Bai Yun, it is really not good, let him return to the vulgar and send it to a family." ”

Hearing this, Zhongli was very straightforward and said, "Master rest assured, I will take care of him!"

"Donor's mercy, Amitabha!"

With Zhongli's promise, the old monk finally let go of the last burden, smiled with relief, folded his hands in front of him, and recited a Buddha horn softly, and there was no more sound.