Seeing the Confucian student, the Blood Shadow Old Demon was slightly stunned.

Because the other party seems to be a Confucian practitioner, not a cultivator of the Demon Dao.

However, after the old devil was a little serious, he looked at the other party carefully and gradually saw the clues.

The scholar in front of him is a demonic cultivator like him in his bones.

The strength realm should be lower than the Wang Cong who poisoned the livestock of Luhe Mountain Villa before.

The other party looked at Hu Ming's cultivation strength, which was about the sixth realm, and the demon path cultivation of the Heqi realm.

"You still have Confucian cultivation in your body?" the Blood Shadow Old Demon asked with a frown.

The Confucian student had already gotten up at this time and saluted the Blood Shadow Old Demon: "But the realm of self-cultivation in the third realm makes the seniors smile." ”

"Concentrate on the cultivation of the Demon Dao, and you may have already cultivated a true demon. The Blood Shadow Old Demon said.

"Thank you seniors for your advice. Confucian said in a deferential tone.

Demon path cultivators are especially sensitive to the strength of each other's realms relative to other realms.

Facing the Blood Shadow Old Demon at this moment, Confucian Sheng could clearly feel the strength of the other party.

If the two sides fight, he will not have the confidence to connect with the old devil.

However, this made Confucian students eager:

The rumors are true, and when the Blood Shadow Old Demon is really powerful, it is likely that it was Chang'an City that created it.

"Your name is Fang Qiu?" asked Mr. Dark Cloud.

Confucius nodded: "Yes." ”

"Where?" asked Mr. Darkcloud.

"Eastern Jin Dynasty. Fang Qiu, the demon who looked like a Confucian student, replied: "Because I heard that Chang'an tolerates demon path cultivators, my generation can walk openly and honestly in Chang'an, so I have come to serve, and I hope that the two seniors will accept me." ”

As he spoke, he bowed solemnly to the Blood Shadow Old Demon and Mr. Dark Cloud.

"Chang'an City can indeed accommodate demonic cultivators, but the premise is that the rules here must be followed. Mr. Dark Cloud said, "Whoever it is." ”

Fang Qiu hurriedly said: "I came here to serve Chang'an, of course, only Chang'an's orders followed." ”

At this time, the Blood Shadow Old Demon asked, "The one who poisoned the Dongtang livestock, is it you?"

Fang Qiu bowed: "I heard that there were demon cultivators in the Eastern Tang Dynasty, who poisoned the horses and spirit beasts of Luhe Villa under the rule of Chang'an, so I had the idea of returning the other way to the other."

It just so happened that he was practicing the change of the black magic python, and he was also good at using poison, so he chose a suitable place in the Eastern Tang Dynasty to start.

As long as the two seniors give an order, they will immediately look for more suitable targets. ”

As he spoke, his voice became a little hesitant.

Because he didn't see the look of approval on the faces of the two old men in front of him.

The Blood Shadow Demon didn't speak.

Mr. Wuyun looked at Fang Qiu quietly: "Do you think you are very smart?"

"Don't dare. Fang Qiu hurriedly said.

"Have you ever thought that everything you poisoned will soon be Your Majesty's?" said Mr. Dark Cloud.

Fang Qiu was slightly stunned.

After being stunned, he hurriedly knelt down on one knee to Mr. Dark Cloud and the Blood Shadow Old Demon:

"The younger generation knows his mistake, please forgive your majesty, and please forgive the two gentlemen.

The younger generation was really only momentarily angry at the previous cruelty of the Eastern Tang Dynasty, so he had a heart of revenge, and he had no disrespect for His Majesty!"

"Sincerely, but wrong. At this time, the Blood Shadow Old Demon slowly spoke: "You must be more attentive to your errands before you can atone for your sins." ”

Fang Qiu hurriedly said: "The juniors understand, thank Your Majesty Longen, and thank the two seniors for being magnanimous. ”

The Blood Shadow Old Demon looked at Mr. Wuyun: "This person, if the old man asks for it, he will carefully teach him the rules and ask him to serve His Majesty seriously." ”

"It doesn't hurt if someone gives it to you. Mr. Dark Cloud said, "But later." ”

The Blood Shadow Old Demon's expression remained unchanged: "What do you say?"

"This person cultivates the Transformation of the Black Magic Python, and its poison is harmful to most living beings, but some spirit flowers and spiritual grass cultivation can be used, and they must fight poison with poison. ”

Mr. Wuyun said: "Since it is to atone for the sin, then go to the medicine field to help for a few days first, and then report to your Tianxian Hall later." ”

"Your Majesty's affairs are the most important, since it is Your Majesty's medicine field, the old man has no opinion. After the Blood Shadow Old Demon groaned slightly, he turned his head to look at Fang Qiu.

Fang Qiu replied, "I will follow the orders of the two gentlemen. ”

The Blood Shadow Old Demon nodded: "That's it, the old man will go first." ”

With that, he got up and left the Heavenly Pivot Hall.

"I don't send it. Mr. Wuyun casually explained, and then ordered Fang Qiu to come with him.

The two of them came together between the inner city and the first outer city.

Here, there is a medicine field specially cultivated by Zhang Dongyun.

Many spiritual flowers and spiritual grasses, including Xuanyuan Fruit, have been cultivated here on a large scale.

With the power of the invincible city, no matter how difficult it is to breed and grow, there will be no more problems.

However, since there is someone who can help him now, Zhang Dongyun is naturally happy.

"I'll leave it to you, in addition to cultivating flowers and plants, you're also in charge of guarding. ”

Mr. Wuyun instructed Fang Qiu: "Later, the old man will order someone else to replace you, and after the handover, you will go to the Heavenly Punishment Hall by yourself and report to the Blood Shadow." ”

"Please rest assured, seniors, I will take good care of this place in the future. ”

Fang Qiu smiled: "It's good to cultivate Linghua Lingcao in Xia, and this time I also brought a batch of seeds, and I want to give them to Chang'an." ”

He practiced the transformation of the black magic python, and was affected by the demon blood, so he did have this hobby, and his means were clever.

"Good. Mr. Dark Cloud nodded, and left.

Fang Qiu looked back at the medicine field in front of him and took a deep breath.

The earthy and medicinal aromas blended together, just his favorite taste.

He smiled, and then he changed into a human form and a thick black python.

The sound of snake scales rubbing against the dirt rang out on the ground.

The black python swam and quickly disappeared into the depths of the medicine field.

The scales around his body opened and closed, and a faint black aura emanated.

However, the black python carefully controls its virulence.

The black qi condensed into a bundle in mid-air, not contaminating most of the spiritual flowers and spiritual grasses in the field, and only hovering around a limited number of medicinal herbs.

Among them, it includes the most valuable Xuanyuan fruit tree in the current medicine field.

However, under the nourishment of the poisonous gas, the fruit trees not only did not wither, but became more and more lush.

In particular, the Xuanyuan fruit, whose branches of the fruit tree had not yet fully ripened, gradually began to accelerate from green to mature.

Under the tree, the black python's eyes showed humanized satisfaction and joy, and the snake's head nodded slightly, like a human nod.

Zhang Dongyun in the Daming Palace nodded with the same satisfaction.

Many thugs of the Sixth Realm, he didn't care much.

Of course, because of the particularity of their cultivation, on some special occasions, people like Wang Cong and Fang Qiu can exert greater power and effect than their own realm.

However, compared to fighting, Zhang Dongyun is still more willing for him to be a gardener for himself first.

When Chang'an continues to expand and wants to deal with the Eastern Jin Dynasty, you might as well throw Fang Qiu to the Tianxian Hall to mess with the Blood Shadow Old Demon.

In the Daming Palace, a certain city lord surnamed Zhang has already made clear arrangements for Fang Qiu's future.

Soon, however, there was also less pleasant news.

"Your Majesty, someone has discovered that there are Buddhist disciples in Hexi County who preach Buddhism and accept believers. ”

The Blood Shadow Old Demon reported to Zhang Dongyun: "The old slave will leave for Hexi to find out the matter." ”

Zhang Dongyun was slightly surprised, but his face was silent: "Bring that little monk named Huiming." ”

"Yes, Your Majesty. The Blood Shadow Old Demon turned into a bloody light and flew out.

In the Daming Palace, Zhang Dongyun watched him leave and frowned slightly.

Did Huiming's fellow disciples come looking for him?

......

At this moment, on the land of Hexi County, in a certain village, two monks, an old man and a young monk, are sitting under the big tree at the entrance of the village to give lectures.

Confucian practitioners have a brocade heart and embroidered mouth.

Buddhist practitioners have a lotus flower.

Both of them are profound, and they can make their words extraordinarily convincing, affect the spirit of ordinary people, and even produce direct hypnotic effects.

A high-level Buddhist practitioner who sits still and just preaches the scriptures may attract all kinds of living beings around him, including people, to approach and indulge in the Dharma.

This time, the old monk chanted scriptures at the entrance of the village, and also attracted the villagers one by one to gather under the big tree.

However, the next situation was somewhat unexpected by him.

A group of village men and women gathered not to listen to his lectures.

"Let's go, let's go, let's go! We only have the city lord of Chang'an here, and we don't need any Buddha!"

"That's it, when we were in a bad day, we didn't see the Buddha to help, and now that our days are good, are you a monk here to pick up the bargain?"

"It was the city lord of Chang'an who rescued us from the sea of suffering, not your Buddha!"

"Monk, get out, don't chant here, beware of the Chang'an City Lord beating your Buddha!"

Everyone resounded and wanted to blast the old monk away.

The little monk on the side stared blankly at this scene.

It was something he had never seen before.

The old monk was also surprised.

However, he sat still and continued to chant the scriptures.

This time, the crowd in front of him seemed to listen.

The crowd quieted down, but everyone's eyes were glazed over.

The little monk approached and gently tugged at the sleeve of the old monk's coat: "Master, why didn't he listen to you before?"

The old monk stopped chanting, and there was doubt in his eyes.

Just now, it was he who used his Buddhist cultivation to forcibly say the Dharma and almost empowered, so that a group of village women in front of him quieted down.

"It's not like someone is doing something that affects their thinking, but they do believe in the Chang'an City Lord. ”

The old monk had a pair of white eyebrows and frowned slightly: "This Chang'an city lord has some means." ”

The little monk blinked his eyes: "Is everyone in Chang'an City like this?"

"Just walk around the rest of the world. The old monk said goodbye and left the village with the little monk.

They changed villages and found a small town.

But without exception, the people here are completely resistant to their mission.

Some people with a bad temper even throw stones to beat monks.

Only by calming their spirits can the old monk let them listen quietly.

"Either King Zhou lied, or he was deceived. ”

The old monk looked around: "The people here don't worship Buddhism at all. ”

"Master, what should we do then? They don't welcome us, shall we leave?" the little monk asked.

"Of course not. ”

The old monk said categorically: "With so many people indulging in suffering, how can my Buddhist disciples sit idly by?"

"The people here don't feel bitter, so why should the mage be strong. At that moment, another voice came from afar.

A young monk appeared in the city.