This is a sign of demonization!

The monk's outstretched hand was clenched, and there was a faint golden light floating on his fingertips.

Buddhist fingering, the starting style of the broken heart fingers.

As long as Zhang Chu said that he was a demon, a finger of the monk would point at his heart and cut off his heart.

The Hanging Temple is located in the southwest, and suppressing the demons and bandits in the wasteland has always been a thunderbolt method, and there is no such thing as mercy.

There is only one more evil to the wicked.

For those who are contaminated with demonic energy, they can only be killed directly.

Jiang Jingyuan, who walked to the side, frowned slightly.

Ding Cang, who was following behind, had a smile on his face.

As long as he knew what to do, Ding Cang and the people behind him would smash those wooden cages.

According to what the prince said, the secret books of the royal family record that once a person contaminated with demonic energy is frightened and frightened, there is a great chance that he will be demonized.

"What are you doing, monk!" The young man in the wooden cage on the side looked at the monk and stretched out his hand, and hurriedly asked.

The monk turned his head and glanced at the young man, a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes.

He spoke again: "Donor, are you a human or a demon?" ”

When the words fell, the young man in the wooden cage trembled, and his eyes were bloodshot.

Around his neck, patches of scale armor emerged.

"I am, I am—" the young man roared in a voice that did not resemble a human voice.

The soldiers and catchers scattered around, as well as those in the gang and the disciples of Jing Yuanguan, all turned their heads suddenly.

With a smile on his face, the monk slowly got up and walked over to the young man.

The beads in his palm shimmered red, and golden halos appeared on his fingertips.

"Cheng Zhi, we are human."

At that moment, a low cry rang out.

Zhang Chu, who was sitting cross-legged in the wooden cage, stretched out his hand and grabbed Monk Ran's arm tightly.

On the back of his hand, patches of scale armor appeared.

"We are human."

Zhang Chu was stunned word by word, even if his eyes were blood-red.

His palms had grown sharp long claws, which scratched the moon-white monk's robes.

It's just that the long claws pierced the skin of the monk Ran, and it was like grasping on gold and iron.

This monk's body is extremely strong!

The monk turned his head and looked at Zhang Chu with red eyes, and a smile flashed on his face.

"Amitabha, donor, look at your current appearance, how can you be human?" The monk whispered.

Zhang Chu's gaze fell on his hand, and his face twitched.

"Ahh

"Brother Zhang Chu, I, I'm so sad, I want to die, I, I don't want to be a demon-"

Cheng Zhi's cry of pain made Zhang Chu's eyes flash with struggle.

A figure rushed to the wooden cage and shouted: "Zhang Chu, wake up quickly!" ”

Hu Shanhai.

Hu Shanhai pressed the knife on his waist, turned his head to stare at Ran and Jiang Jingyuan and the others, gritted his teeth and shouted: "Get out!" ”

The monk sneered, grabbed Zhang Chu's arm with his backhand, and then with a flash of coldness in his eyes, he pulled Zhang Chu out of the wooden cage.

"Bang-"

The thick wooden fence at the mouth of the bowl shattered in response.

If this is an ordinary person, it will definitely break the muscles and bones.

Although scars can also be seen on Zhang Chu's body, the injuries are not serious.

This may be the benefit of demonization, the defense is much improved, and the pain perception is also weakened.

"Look, is he still human?"

The monk grabbed Zhang Chu's arm and raised it high.

The palm turned into a long claw, and the fingertips were intertwined with cold rays.

"Demon!"

"He's a demon!"

"He's demonized!"

There was an exclamation all around.

The people, who had come near, retreated in fear.

"He, I remember him, isn't he the one who helped Hu Zhutou save people?" A fifty-year-old man in a wooden cage suddenly spoke.

"Yes, yes, I remember that he knew immortal arts, and he was saving people in Luoshui at that time, hey, it's a pity......" A middle-aged man in a Confucian robe looked at Zhang Chu with a painful face and sighed lightly.

Jiang Jingyuan turned his head to look at Zhang Chu.

He also recognized Zhang Chu, the young man who rushed against the current to the demonic qi on the day of the demon extermination, and blocked the spread of the demonic qi with a golden fire whip.

His brow furrowed slightly, and a golden compass appeared in his hand, on which a faint golden light intertwined, condensed on top of the green light.

Red light relieves demons, green light heals.

He clasped the compass with his palm and did not move.

The monk sneered, raised his hand, threw Zhang Chu out of the zhang, and hit Cheng Zhi's wooden cage.

"Bang-"

The wooden cage was broken, Zhang Chu's whole body turned over, and his body was paralyzed.

"Brother Zhang Chu, Brother Zhang Chu!" Cheng Zhi struggled forward and supported Zhang Chu.

At this time, Zhang Chu's face was pale, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding.

Cheng Zhi raised his head and looked at Ran, the blood red in his eyes revealed.

"You wish we were demons, didn't you?"

Reaching out and pointing, his fingers were already revealing long, sharp claws.

"You want to take the credit for killing the demon, and we are your credit."

Cheng Zhi roared, his legs bent slightly, his waist lowered, and he was about to pounce towards Ran.

The monk smiled, his hands folded, and a faint golden light appeared on his palms.

He doesn't deny it.

Ding Cang and the others smiled even more.

Just let Cheng Zhi make trouble.

The more noisy it is, the more you can sit on the real scene to watch the things of raising demons.

"Smack-"

Cheng Zhi's figure rushing out was pressed by the big hand behind him.

Zhang Chu, who struggled to stand up, held down Cheng Zhi and turned his head to look in all directions.

On his face, there was already cyan scale armor exposed.

Demonize.

All the people around them retreated in fear, fearing that he would rush at him.

"My name is Zhang Chu."

Zhang Chu's voice was hoarse.

He looked at Monk Ran, and then at Jiang Jingyuan and Ding Cang and the others behind him.

"My name is Zhang Chu."

He said it again, and walked slowly on.

"I was born in Luojing Osmanthus Fang, and my father and mother were the servants of the former Tobu Langzhong Jin Ciyuan family."

"When I was thirteen years old, my father and mother died of illness, and I was kicked out of the Golden Mansion and lived on the streets."

"The neighbors of Osmanthus Fang took me in, so that I could survive."

"When I was fifteen years old, I followed my uncle into Yuanwutang, and swam across Luoshui every day to sell salt."

Step by step, Zhang Chu whispered in his mouth.

The blood-red in his eyes showed a hint of confusion, as if he was talking to others, and it seemed to be saying it to himself.

"I thought that I, Zhang Chu, would be like this in my life, I would be a helper in Yuanwutang for a lifetime, and I would be a helper that no one could look down on."

Zhang Chu's words made Cheng Zhi behind him have a complicated look on his face.

Not only Cheng Zhi, but also many people around him had the same look on their faces.

Most of the people who are begging for a life in Luoshui are like this, such a life.

There are two million people in Luojing, of which ninety percent are like this.

The real dignitaries and nobles, the royal relatives and relatives, are only a few.

The kind of person who is born with a golden spoon in his mouth is a good person's life.

"But that day, I met Mr. Zhang."

"Jing Yuan Guanzhong, Thunder Immortal Master, Mr. Zhang."

Zhang Chu's voice was raised, and a smile appeared on his face with cyan scale armor.

Pain and laughter blend together.

Mr. Zhang!

Ding Cang's fists clenched.

Jiang Jingyuan's face was full.

Panic flashed in the monk's eyes, and then turned fierce.

The faces of the surrounding people were full of curiosity.

What happens when you meet Mr. Zhang?

"Mr. Zhang bought a jar of salt for me with a golden bean, and then asked me to take them to Turtle Back Beach to look for demon traces."

Looking up, Zhang Chu looked at the sky.

The blue sky was blood-colored in his eyes.

His Royal Highness King Wu, Prince Yu, Imperial Envoy, Cloud Fang, Immortal Master Fighting Method, Thunder Demon Slayer......

It was as if the scene was reappearing in front of me.

It was a picture he would never forget.

Everyone around listened quietly.

A small group of people who swim across the Luoshui gang can encounter such magnificent things.

Such an encounter can be a lifelong conversation.

"I've seen such a scene, I, Zhang Chu, am not willing to be just a small gang of people swimming across the Luoshui in this life......" Zhang Chu looked up at the sky and whispered softly, as if he was saying it to others, more like saying it to himself.

Who willingly?

Everyone was silent.

Anyone who stands in front of the sea and has watched the turbid waves, and then looks at those clear streams and blue pools, will naturally be honored and disgraced.

It's just that what can you do if you are unwilling?

"So, you cultivated the demon law." The monk chuckled.

Cultivating the demon method is a shortcut to change your fate.

For the sake of this shortcut, what about taking risks?

Could it be that this is the reason why Zhang Chu cultivated the demon law?

Although understandable, it is unforgivable.

It's a pity.

The people around him were all looking at Zhang Chu.

Zhang Chu shook his head.

"He didn't cultivate the demon law." Hu Shanhai shouted and strode forward.

"He helped me find the murderer who pretended to be a demon and found a demon trace."

"In Luoshui, he blocked the demonic qi and tried his best to save people."

Between Hu Shanhai and Zhang Chu, there was a fateful friendship.

Walking in front of Zhang Chu, Hu Shanhai said loudly: "Zhang Chu, quickly take the elixir rewarded by Mr. Zhang." ”

He looked around and said in a loud voice: "I, Hu Shanhai, have also been impregnated with demonic energy, and it is the elixir rewarded by Mr. Zhang to get rid of demonic energy." ”

"Although Zhang Chu has been poisoned, as long as he swallows the pill, he will be fine."

Mr. Zhang's elixir!

The elixir of the Thunder Immortal Master must be an immortal elixir.

The surrounding people all showed envy on their faces.

"Zhang Chu, don't carry it, you take the pill quickly." Hu Shanhai's face was solemn, and he spoke in a deep voice.

Zhang Chu shook his head and stretched out his hand to point to the steaming cauldron of soup and medicine not far away.

What do you mean?

"Hu Zhutou, after you swallowed the pill and it worked, Brother Zhang asked Brother Chang to put the pill into the soup pot."

"That elixir, we ate ......" Cheng Zhi behind Zhang Chu shouted in pain.

"Do you think you're lucky that you didn't demonize?" Cheng Zhi gritted his teeth and looked around, and in those wooden cages, everyone stood up.

"It was Mr. Zhang's elixir that suppressed the demonic energy!"

"This elixir was originally given to Brother Zhang Chu by Mr. Zhang."

All around, there was silence.

The people in those wooden cages all looked at the demonized Zhang Chu.

Zhang Chu took out his own elixir, but he was demonized.

They wanted to be grateful to Zhang Chu, but Zhang Chu was demonized, so he was no longer human......

In the world, are there really people who sacrifice themselves to fulfill others?

"Xiao Chu ......" In the wooden cage, a white-haired old man with a wrinkled face whispered sadly.

"Brother Zhang Chu!" In the other wooden cage, a young man who was also swimming across the Luoshui River and selling salt clenched the wooden fence in front of him, gritted his teeth and roared.

"A demon is a demon, and you can't believe a word of the demon's words." The monk sneered and shouted.

He reached out and slapped it towards Zhang Chu's chest.

This palm contains the true qi that blocks the heart veins, as long as it is true, it is difficult to save the immortals.

"Whew-"

A golden flame whip flicked down and blocked in front of Zhang Chu.

The palm of the monk slapped on the flames, causing the Dao flames to splash everywhere.

He took a step back, his expression ugly.

"Zhang Chu is my Jingyuan Guan walking disciple, and you don't have the right to dispose of him."

The flame whip turned into a talisman again, and Zhuo Yun, who had a solemn face, walked over.

"Does Jing Yuanguan have to protect the demonized people?" Ding Cang let out a low sigh and stepped forward.

Zhuo Yun glanced at Ding Cang and ignored him.

He looked at Ran and Jiang Jingyuan again, raised his hand and took out a jade bottle, and handed it to Zhang Chu.

"Mr. Zhang gave it to you."

Elixir!

Mr. Zhang rewarded the elixir again!

This elixir can cure the poison of demonic energy!

Hu Shanhai breathed a long sigh of relief.

The surrounding people all opened their mouths and looked at the small jade bottle.

Zhang Chu looked excited, took the jade bottle, hesitated again, and looked at Cheng Zhi behind him, although Cheng Zhi had not yet demonized, he also had signs.

"Brother Zhang Chu, you hurry up and take the pill, I can still bear it." Cheng Zhi hurriedly spoke.

Zhang Chu nodded, and under everyone's gaze, he put the pill into his mouth.

When the pill entered the abdomen, it instantly turned into a warm current.

A pale cyan halo enveloped his body, visible to the naked eye, the signs of demonization on his body subsided, and the blood red in his eyes also dissipated.

And it worked!

In front of everyone, this elixir removed the demonic energy on Zhang Chu's body and lifted the demonization.

No one in the mortal world can solve the demon poison, but a pill can eliminate it.

This is the real elixir!

The eyes of the people around them widened and trembled.

Monk Ran and Jiang Jingyuan looked a little dazed.

Ding Cang stood there, at a loss for a while.

Zhang Chu was covered with a faint green aura, and looked at the young Taoist who was standing behind Zhuo Yun wearing a cyan Taoist robe with an indifferent face.

"Mr. is a real immortal and has the ability to reach the sky."

Zhang Chu knelt on his knees and knocked his head on the ground: "Zhang Chu is brave and begs Mr. Zhang to save the people of Luojing who are contaminated with demonic energy." ”

"The people of Luojing will not forget Mr. Kindness!"

Mr. Zhang!

Mr. Jingyuan Guan Zhongzhang, with thunder in his palm, can destroy demons with one blow.

This Mr. Zhang's elixir, one of them lifted the demonic energy soaked in Zhang Chu's body.

The reason why the people in those wooden cages were not demonized was because among the decoctions they drank was a pill given by Mr. Zhang.

"Please Mr. Zhang's help!"

"Mr. Zhang, you are a real immortal god, please be merciful!"

"Mr. Zhang, I would like to set up an immortal tablet for you from generation to generation, and ask Mr. Zhang to save us-"

One by one, the people knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Zhang Li.

Zhang Li looked around and nodded slightly.

Since he appeared in this square, he had already decided to save people.

It's just a little demonic venom.

It's just a matter of raising your hands.

"Mr. Zhang gave two elixirs." Zhuo Yun raised his hand, and the two jade bottles in his palms were held high, flashing in the sun.

"This elixir will melt into the decoction, and the people who are contaminated with demon poison will be fine after drinking the decoction and recuperating for a few days."

Melt in the decoction and remove the demon poison!

Mr. Jing Yuanguan Zhongzhang is willing to save everyone!

This is the real immortal man!

This is the real elixir!

"Immortal Master Xie help!"

The people in the wooden cages knelt down one by one, and then kowtowed excitedly.

"Mr. Xie Zhang, help—"

On the bluestone square, the people around knelt and kowtowed.

Mr. Zhang is the Thunder Immortal Master of His Majesty's Imperial Seal, and he is a real immortal.

With strength and kindness, this is the real immortal master.

Zhang Li stood there, listening to the chanting around him, and felt a trace of warmth coming from his chest.

Immortal talisman?

Is it the merit of saving people that triggers the change of the Fengxian Fu, or is it the willingness of the people to kneel down and worship that makes the Fengxian Fu sense?

Merit, wishing power, these are all things that are rumored in the world of cultivation, and they are very ethereal.

Zhang Li had only seen records of merit and wish power in a few travelogues, and it was said that both of these things were extremely rare and beneficial to the cultivation of immortal cultivators.

It's just that whether it is merit or willingness, it is something that can be encountered but cannot be sought, let alone forced, otherwise, it will be counterproductive.

(End of chapter)