There was a muffled thunder in the cloudless sky, but it only sounded a few times before it disappeared. A thick green fog enveloped Mei Xuan in it, and she fell into a deep sleep.

Half a moon later, the Black Water King was in Black Dragon City.

Monk Chengxin first sent the "Scarlet Dream" back to the Black Water Temple, and then returned to the Black Dragon City again. Unlike most of the mortal towns in the rest of the island, Black Dragon City is more prosperous than it used to be.

This is also the current normal phenomenon of the entire Gantuo Island being a spirit beast world.

In the sphere of influence of the great sects, the white-haired clan will generally be more peaceful, and will not blatantly transform mortals, of course mortals are willing to live in this kind of place. Black Dragon City has the Shenwu Sect in charge, the Shenwu Sect is the most powerful meat cultivation sect on the island, compared to the Divine Consciousness Monks, the Flesh Monks are naturally more restrained by the White-haired Clan, which makes the Black Dragon City more secure than other sects' spheres of influence.

Now, the Shenwu Sect recruits a wide range of disciples, and its strength is growing rapidly, coupled with the fact that there are scattered immortals in charge, within a hundred miles around the Black Water King City, it has already overwhelmed the original Qianyuan Sect, the first sect of Gan Yuan Island.

Knowing that Wei Yuning was in Black Dragon City, Monk Chengxin was the first to think of the Shenwu Gate, except for the Shenwu Gate, there could be no other place for Wei Yuning to stay.

Except for going out to hunt the white-haired clan, wild beasts, and sea beasts, Shenwu Sect disciples generally stayed in the palace and rarely went out. After Monk Chengxin learned some basic information, he saw that he could not blend into the interior of the Shenwu Gate, so he had to find another way to inquire about the more detailed information of the Shenwu Gate.

The best way to inquire is of course to find out the local landlord.

Monk Chengxin is now also a little wealthy, he spent a total of three ingots of gold, and after many people, he finally met a handyman pouring night incense in the palace.

Although the monk Chengxin is young, he has traveled from south to north and has rich social experience, and he is an out-and-out old man. The handyman he was looking for was not simple, he was an old man who poured night incense from the time of the Blackwater royal family, and he knew the changes inside the palace well, and even had an impression of the shape of the poop pulled by some big people.

The handyman was not very old, in his early thirties, with a stout figure, a heroic walk, shrewd little eyes, and a dark gold brocade cotton robe, looking more like a street bully.

In a world where mortals live in a difficult situation, it is not an easy task to obtain an iron rice bowl that is low on the surface but actually guarantees the harvest in drought and flood, and it is difficult for ordinary people to do.

The two met in a private room at a restaurant.

Monk Chengxin did not hide his identity as a Buddhist cultivator, and when the man named Jinglai saw that his employer was a monk, he immediately put away his cynical expression and lowered his eyebrows.

There was no need for Cheng Xin to be polite with a mortal, and he directly stated his purpose: "How many new disciples has the Shenwu Sect recruited, and among the disciples, which ones are more special?"

Hearing this, Jing Lai couldn't help but scratch his scalp, and said in embarrassment: "Can the master be more specific? The Shenwu Sect has now accepted no less than 3,000 disciples, and the number of preparatory disciples affiliated to the outer sect has exceeded 10,000, if you don't make it clear, I can't help." ”

Cheng Xin frowned, he didn't expect that this little Divine Martial Sect had only been established for more than a year, and it had actually recruited so many disciples.

When he knew that the Qing Demon might be in the Shenwu Sect, Cheng Xin had his own guess. The Qing Demon is a dual cultivation of the physical body and divine consciousness, and the Shenwu Sect is the number one meat cultivation sect on Gan Tuan Island, so from this point of view, the purpose of the Qing Demon coming here is very clear.

Qing Demon himself is a disciple of the Yunyin Sect, if he is really in the Shenwu Sect, he must hide his identity, and he will definitely be low-key, but if he wants to obtain good exercises, he must show a certain strength, so he should be the middle strength among the first-class disciples.

However, what gave Cheng a headache was the character of the clear demon. The person who clears the devil has never played cards according to the routine, so this speculation is not necessarily accurate. But one thing is certain, no matter how many disciples the Shenwu Sect accepts, with the strength of the Qing Demon, it must be ranked within the top 100, this ranking actually takes into account the unexpected situation, according to the real strength, at least the top twenty existence.

"In this way, you put the top 100 masters of the Shenwu Sect and ...... The list of more distinctive disciples is given to me, it would be better if the appearance and personality of these disciples could be found out, and if I want to contact which disciple, you will also be responsible for helping me pass on the word!" Cheng Xin paused and continued: "The remuneration will definitely satisfy you, and I see that your body has some ...... Dark disease, I have an elixir to help you cure!"

The last sentence completely moved Jing Lai, he stood up, bent deeply towards Monk Chengxin, and said, "Immortal Master, I will definitely help you do this!"

Monk Chengxin nodded, took out two gold ingots and a jade bottle, put them on the table, and said: "This is a deposit, there will be more after the matter is completed, take the pill first, and then let's go! At this time in three days, we will meet here!"

Jing Lai did not hesitate to pull out the cork and swallow the pill in the bottle into his mouth, almost instantly, his trance these days has been reduced a lot.

Waiting for Jing Lai to leave the room, Cheng Xin said to himself with a painful face: "The perfect quality rejuvenation pill is a divine pill in today's spirit beast world, if it weren't for the fear that you would become a white-haired clan and delay my business, I would be reluctant to give it to you!"

When the two of them were sitting opposite each other just now, Monk Chengxin found that Jinglai had been polluted by the dead silence of the white-haired clan, and in desperation, he could only make a temporary move. He also only had five Perfect Quality Rejuvenation Pills in his hands, which he had bought from Mei Xuan by relying on the friendship of the Qing Demon.

After a while, Chengxin left the restaurant. He put on a hat, changed into a dark brown cotton gown, and adjusted his muscles again, as if he had become a different person.

Often drifting in the rivers and lakes, how can you not be knifed.

As a monk, Chengxin monk came into contact with all kinds of people and all kinds of things, and simple disguise was commonplace for him.

He just left a small means of Buddhism on Jing Lai's body, a grain of Buddha dust, and he could find Jing Lai's location through that. Chengxin wasn't worried about Jinglai's deception, his purpose was to find the source of Jinglai's body pollution. Anyway, he was fine these days, instead of waiting, it was better to find something to do, and it was the instinct of the Buddha to fight the dark clan.

Since the body of the demon left the underground dark river of the Heishui Temple, the demonic energy of the Heishui River has lost its source and has become thinner and thinner, and the demon cultivators and corpse demons that once appeared occasionally have gradually disappeared, which has made the Chengxin monk lose a lot of fun, but fortunately, the arrival of the white-haired clan has filled the gap.

Jinglai's residence is located in the southwest corner of the city, which is a famous slum in the city. Cheng Xin was not surprised by this. The living conditions of the slum civilians are certainly not good, but they do not include people like Jinglai.

(End of chapter)