Sure enough, Jinglai's residence was a large two-hall mansion, which was a rare mansion in the slums.

He didn't stay long in the slum yard, and soon Jinglai and a man who looked like a small servant went out. When they left the courtyard, Chengxin circled the courtyard, stretched out his head to look into the courtyard, and found no trace of the existence of the white-haired tribe.

Subsequently, Chengxin left the slum and, under the guidance of Buddha Chen, found Jinglai in a dilapidated carriage and horse shop. Waiting for Jing Lai to leave, Chengxin turned around the carriage and horse shop again, but still did not find the existence of the dead and silent place.

Half a day passed quickly, and it was time for the sun to disappear.

After working for a long time, Monk Chengxin's patience was almost worn out. Fortunately, Jinglai has been doing his business, otherwise Chengxin really planned to go back to rest.

Jing Lai met a lot of people in one afternoon, the palace guards, the palace laundry handyman, the palace kitchen handyman, and the outer disciples of the Shenwu Sect were all his old neighbors and neighbors, and it seemed that he had gotten a lot of news.

Just when Chengxin thought that Jinglai was going back to the slum to rest, he actually went out of the city.

In a depression on the northern slope of Black Dragon City, Monk Chengxin was lying in the grass, and finally saw the source of the infected Jinglai, which was a white-haired woman with a big belly.

For the mortal Jinglai, the white-haired clan can't appear, but they can talk and touch, so there is no problem for the two to communicate. From the conversation between the two, Cheng Xin knew that this woman turned out to be Jinglai's former wife. He came here to bring food to the women, and at the same time he would do some things for me.

Cheng Xin never expected that this Jinglai would be so bold, no wonder he was about to be transformed into a white-haired clan. In the end, the pure Chengxin monk covered his eyes and left the scene.

On the third day, Monk Chengxin still saw Jinglai in the private room of the restaurant. Jinglai's complexion is good, and there is excitement between his eyebrows and eyes that can't be hidden.

Cheng Xin asked, and Jing said that he was going to be a father.

Chengxin was not interested in this, but he was very satisfied with the information brought by Jinglai.

The list collected by Jing Lai is very complete, and it actually contains the names of the top five hundred disciples of the Shenwu Sect, and at the same time, there are also the entry times and good exercises of each disciple on it.

Under inquiry, Chengxin understood. It turns out that the Shenwu Gate has a ranking battle every three days, and according to the ranking, you will get different benefits.

The reason why the list of the top five hundred disciples will gain attention is because only the benefits of these people are special, and there is no difference between the later disciples, that is, the list of the top five hundred disciples is already ready-made.

As for the introductory time and the good exercises, it is also the public information summarized by the disciples, and the purpose is to help them choose the right opponent when they challenge.

If it was just these things, Monk Chengxin would definitely feel that he had spent unjust money and wasted a perfect quality Rejuvenation Pill. The point is that Jinglai also provided a simple description of the appearance of the top 100 disciples, as well as the information of some special disciples of the Shenwu Sect.

Regardless of whether it was useful or not, Chengxin praised Jing Lai greatly, put two ingots of gold and an ordinary Qingyun Pill on the table, and said, "If I plan to contact a certain monk, I will go to the slums to find you, and after the matter is completed, there will be a reward!"

Jinglai's face changed, and he nodded without speaking.

"Alright, you go first!" Chengxin waved his hand.

Cheng Xin returned to his hotel room, closed the door, and began to carefully examine what Jing Lai had to offer. It wasn't until sunrise on the second day that Chengxin slowly closed the information and frowned.

At first, Cheng Xin's focus was still on finding the Qing Demon, but soon, he was stunned by the methods of the Shenwu Sect.

The Shenwu Sect actually forcibly overdrew the life force of the disciples for foundation building, no wonder they had so many foundation building disciples under the condition of insufficient resources.

This kind of behavior is already a means of cult cultivation.

However, thinking that Shenwu Gate now has scattered immortals in charge, Chengxin didn't dare to act rashly, he took out a piece of rune paper, turned the paper into a bird, and sent this message to Heishui Temple.

Fu Niao left, and sighed in his heart: "I'm afraid the abbot won't care about this matter." There is a crimson dream, and the color void realm of the Pure Land Realm is about to open, and I'm afraid most of the monks in the temple will leave, should I leave or stay?"

At this moment, a palpitating breath came from the north. Cheng Xin's face changed greatly, and this aura was unusually evil, making his Buddha heart feel like vomiting!

He left the hotel as fast as he could, and came out onto the street. It was just dawn, and most of the residents were still asleep, with only a few pedestrians outside.

Monk Chengxin got up, flew into the air, and galloped north.

Waiting for the tall city wall, Chengxin stopped.

On top of the city walls, there were three more stern-looking monks, floating in the air, looking into the distance. Monks who can fly in the sky for a long time must at least be in the late stage of foundation building. There are no sect standards on a few people, it should be a few scattered cultivators.

Monk Chengxin had already restored the attire of the Buddha, with a moon-white monk's robe, a bald head, and a symbol of the Heishui Temple pattern on the chest of the clothes.

"It turned out to be the master of the Blackwater Temple, and it's great to have you here!" said an old monk with gray hair.

Cheng Xin nodded blankly, he didn't pay attention to a few people, because he was already stunned by the sight in the distance.

It was a newborn baby, sitting on the ground, but he was ten feet tall. The reason why I knew that he had just been born was because his blood-colored umbilical cord was still hanging on his belly, and at the same time, his face was covered in blood.

The baby's body was no different from that of a human, but the air of death on his body was extremely strong, and within a dozen feet around him, the grass and trees and land had all turned black and gray.

The bones of cows, sheep, wolves, and other animals were scattered all over the ground, and there was no flesh and blood.

The baby's expression is happy, giggling, but his behavior is creepy. In his chubby baby-shaped giant little hands, he held a half-cut goat in one hand and a human body in the other. Because he has no teeth, he eats by instigation, and at the slightest instigation, the other half of the goat's flesh disappears, leaving only the bones.

However, what is even more terrifying is not this, the human body is not someone else, but Jinglai, who is dead at this moment.

After seeing Jing Lai, Cheng Xin's mind suddenly appeared with the pregnant white-haired woman, and he was now almost 100% sure that this newborn baby was born by the white-haired woman.

He didn't think much about it that day, he just felt very surprised that there was a pregnant white-haired woman, but he didn't know if she was pregnant before or after becoming a white-haired woman. Now, it seems, whatever the circumstances, a terrible monster has been born.

At this moment, a green light flashed, and a figure slowly appeared in mid-air, and the powerful momentum disturbed a cloud of air.

The Chengxin monk was overjoyed in his heart, and the scattered immortals who guarded the Shenwu Gate actually came.

(End of chapter)