Chengdu Ciyun Temple.

In the past few days, there has been a gloomy cloud in the temple, and even the little novices in the temple have not smiled, and they are tense one by one, for fear that a mistake will make the monks in charge above catch and punish them severely.

All this stems from the fact that the old host was not long in life.

At this time, a golden light descended from the sky and fell in front of the mountain gate in the inner courtyard of Ciyun Temple.

As a sect of practice, Tsz Yun Monastery is also divided into an inner courtyard, the outer courtyard is a place to receive secular guests and accept believers to worship incense, and the inner courtyard is located at the back of the outer courtyard at the half-slope of a hill 100 zhang away.

When the golden light landed, it was a young Taoist in a red robe who was extremely handsome, tall and strong, and had a masculine temperament, which made people feel as if facing the sun.

The little novice guarding the door was a little dizzy, so he didn't dare to look at it more, but bowed his head and saluted, and then hurriedly turned around and ran in to report the news.

The person who came was of course Gao Jingfei, who incarnated as Qin Lang, after he obtained the Sanyang One Qi Sword, because of the matching of attributes, it was easy to combine the preliminary cultivation of this set of Pure Yang Immortal Sword with mana, and this Pure Yang Immortal Sword was far superior to the Red Spider Sword that had been promoted to a magic weapon in terms of speed and power. With the Pure Yang Immortal Sword, he naturally smashed the Red Spider Sword into the cold palace.

Not long after, the main gate of the inner courtyard of Tsz Yun Temple was opened, and a middle-aged monk who looked to be thirty years old walked out of the temple gate with a thirteen or fourteen-year-old monk behind him.

"Senior Brother Qin is really a believer, the teacher and your uncles have been waiting in the hall for a long time, please come in quickly, please come ......"

This person is none other than the eldest disciple of Master Tokhtar, the head of the three generations of disciples of the Wutai School, the Zhitong monk.

Speaking of which, don't look at Zhitong's appearance as older than him, but in fact, he is two years younger than Qin Lang's body, this is because Zhitong's cultivation does not pay much attention to the relationship between the flesh and skin.

Although Qin Lang was called Xiao Qi by Agni, it was because he started late and was young, and now this body is actually more than forty, and according to folk sayings, he is already not confused.

But he still looks like he's in his early twenties, which is a hidden benefit of the Xuanmen monk's path.

Even the fire skills practiced by the Huashan School, which are not particularly good at maintaining health and sustaining life, also have a certain degree of longevity effect, and because most of the monks and swordsmen drink spiritual springs and eat spiritual spirits all year round, they are all foods rich in spiritual energy, and it is very reasonable to look younger than their actual age on the outside, which is an advantage that the transcendent cultivation paths of other civilizations do not have.

After all, if you live long, you will have more opportunities to get a glimpse of the wonderland of immortality.

Some female disciples of the Huashan Sect and some male disciples generally minor in order to maintain their youthful appearance, after all, the life span of the monks before the True Immortal is limited, even if they become Yuan Shen Ren Immortal, at most there are only two or three Jiazi, unless they get some special circumstances such as taking some spiritual elixir.

For Zhitong, Gao Jingfei has a bad impression and is not bad, knowing that this is a Wutai disciple with a relatively high heart but relatively mediocre ability, he still maintains a polite return of courtesy, and then the two greeted each other and walked into the inner courtyard, Zhitong also introduced Qin Lang to the little monk behind him, who is the future boss of one of the four little King Kongs of Ciyun Temple, the strong King Kong iron-handed monk Huiming. Of course, now Huiming is just Huiming, and he doesn't have those nicknames.

For this Huiming, Gao Jingfei was not stingy, and after the other party kowtowed and called his uncle, he immediately gave a meeting gift.

Seeing this Huashan disciple take out a copper pipa, both Zhitong and Huiming were a little surprised. Because in the Xuanmen, most of these musical instruments and magic instruments are used by women, and this world is in the Tang and Song dynasties, the way of the sword fairy has gradually become the mainstream of the Xuanmen, and the magic weapons used by everyone are mainly flying swords, even if they are not flying swords, they are mostly weapons in the form of weapons, and other types of magic weapons and magic weapons are mostly handed down in ancient times.

Gao Jingfei smiled and said:

"Don't underestimate this pipa, this thing can make the sound of wind and thunder, good at group attack, and when the idle swordsman and the like encounter it, most of them will hate the qin!"

As he spoke, Gao Jingfei held the pipa in one hand and plucked the strings lightly with the other, and suddenly a few sonorous sounds of the piano sounded, like gold and jade striking each other, followed by several invisible wind blades flying out, turning a stone drum and stool in the courtyard into several pieces.

The little monk Huiming's eyes widened suddenly, with a look of disbelief, and then he looked at his master with a blank look.

When the monk Zhitong saw the power of this pipa magic weapon, he was also shocked.

"Senior brother, this is too precious, isn't it? Although this thing is a magic weapon, it is not much worse than a magic weapon, Hui Ming is still young, and holding this heavy weapon is probably a blessing or a curse. ”

Gao Jingfei smiled slightly and said:

"Senior brother don't have to be polite, if you want to magnify my Wutai lintel, you naturally have to accept more people to get started, senior brother, as a third generation of big disciples, you must also accept at least four personal disciples, I have prepared a meeting gift for this, all of which are the magic weapons I refined in my spare time in retreat over the years, and the power is roughly equivalent to this pipa, and now I am only waiting for the senior brother and apprentice to get started!"

Zhitong saw that Qin Lang was so considerate of his own family, and he was also moved and happy in his heart, so he no longer postponed it, and taught his disciples a few words before he stepped forward to kowtow to his uncle to thank him.

"Thank you Uncle for the gift!"

Huiming immediately knocked his head three times, and then happily touched the heavy copper pipa.

What happened to the instrument? If it's powerful, it's a brick, and that's a good magic weapon!

Gao Jingfei looked at it with a smile, in fact, his four magic weapons had been prepared early, after all, he had promised Master Tokh before, so he would make Ciyun Temple strong.

Therefore, he imitates the legendary Four King Kongs, that is, the Four Heavenly Kings, among which the Oriental Heavenly King is the boss, and in the legend of Sanskrit, he is also the god of music, holding a pipa, so the magic weapon prepared for the boss Huiming is of course a pipa.

In the future, as long as the four little King Kongs of Ciyun are carefully sacrificed and refined, they may not be able to refine them as magic weapons and become the four heavenly kings of the Wutai faction.

After a moment's delay, the group entered the main hall of the inner courtyard.

This hall is basically the same as the shape of the Daxiong Hall in the front yard, except that it is not dedicated to the Buddha and Bodhisattva, but to the tablet of a mixed patriarch.

I saw a kind-hearted Tokhoff master sitting in the middle of the head of the offering table, and behind him was the god card of the ancestor of Wutai.

On both sides of the wide hall sat more than a dozen cultivators who were dressed differently but had extraordinary momentum, which should be the disciples of the Mixed Yuan Sect, the current second-generation elders of the Wutai Sect.

"Okay, okay, Qin Lang, you're finally here."

Gao Jingfei didn't dare to slack off and stepped forward to salute, although he had no feelings for Toto, but he still admired this old man who had devoted his life to the lintel of the light gate. I also know that although I don't look at Totoku's red face now, it is actually just a reflection of a mortal like a mortal before I sat down.

Tokhtar took him by the hand and introduced him to everyone present.

Gao Jingfei also met a group of second-generation disciples of the Wutai faction.

They are Xuandu Yushi Lin Yuan of Wanxiu Mountain in Tianshan Ridge in Guizhou, Yue Qinbin of Suoyun Cave in Hengshan, Qianxiao of the Sun and Moon Monk in Salween Mountain Falling Soul Valley in Southern Yunnan, Golden Arhat Fa Yuan, Iron Scissors Real Man Pang Yao, Fire Wing King Kong Hu Shi, Hibiscus Walker Sun Fu, and Banana Shirt Taoist who lives in seclusion with Qianxiao.

In addition, after the death of Mixed Yuan, another person was put into the Lushan God and Demon Cave, and the Seven Hands of the Yaksha Long Fei also arrived at the scene under the White Bone Divine Monarch's Divine Monarch's Wuyi Mountain Flying Thunder Cave.

Except for the female owl god Jiang Sanyu, who was killed by Grandma Jin's Luo Ziyan, and the sick Vimo Zhu Hong, who stole the Taoist book of the Mixed Yuan Patriarch and the Supreme Treasure Taiyi Wuyan Luo, who hid and disappeared, the second-generation disciples of the Wutai faction of the mixed Yuan descendants were basically all there.

Of course, the Wutai faction actually has some registered disciples of the mixed yuan, among which there are many masters who have achieved true immortals or yuan gods and human immortals, but after the death of the mixed yuan, they have also died and scattered over the years. So I didn't see any of them today, and all of them who came were the disciples of the mixed yuan.

"Brother Shen!"

"Hmm!"

Shen Changqing walked on the road, and when he met someone he knew well, he would say hello to each other or nod his head.

But it doesn't matter who it is.

There was no superfluous expression on everyone's face, as if they were very indifferent to everything.

on this.

Shen Changqing is used to it.

Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, it is an institution that maintains the stability of Great Qin, and its main responsibility is to kill demons and monsters, and of course there are some other side jobs.

Arguably.

In the Demon Suppression Division, everyone has a lot of blood on their hands.

When a person is accustomed to seeing life and death, then he will become indifferent to many things.

When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but over time he got used to it.

The Demon Suppression Division is huge.

The people who can stay in the Demon Suppression Division are all powerful masters, or people who have the potential to become masters.

Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.

Among them, the Demon Suppression Division is divided into two professions, one is the town guard and the other is the demon exterminator.

Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Division starts with the lowest level of demon slayer.

Then step by step, he is expected to become a town guard.

Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level of the demon slayer envoys.

Have memories of the predecessor.

He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.

It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of an attic.

Unlike other places full of slaughter, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, and in the bloody Demon Suppression Division, it presents a different tranquility.

At this time, the attic door is open, and there are occasional people entering and exiting.

Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment, and then stepped in.

Access to the attic.

The environment has changed in vain.

A burst of ink fragrance mixed with the faint smell of blood came to his face, making his brow furrow instinctively, but quickly stretched.

The smell of blood on everyone's body in the Demon Suppression Division is almost impossible to clean.