"I'm Wang Jia, and I'm quite famous in this area. You can ask them. ”

The mortals around him were forced to fall to the ground by coercion and murderous intent, and the old man who was old and decrepit and was setting up a stall directly vomited out a large pool of blood, and the whole person was unconscious on the ground.

If the Yuanying monk is placed on a deserted mountain, he can open a mountain and establish a sect as the head of the sect, even if he is placed in a big sect, he can be a little elder.

Jiang Su is now out of the house, and he is not afraid that others will know that he has cultivated, and he also knows how to pretend to be well-behaved in the sect, lest others know that he has gone from building a foundation to a Yuanying in half a year, and he has some doubts, lest she will be taken away or crooked.

In other realms, although she would not publicize her cultivation, she would not be relentless when it came to intimidating others.

Hundreds of thousands of miles away from home, if she doesn't show her fangs and claws, others will treat her as a kitten that everyone can bully. The locals have a sense of superiority, which comes from the familiarity of one more place of their own.

This one came to call her a few Bodhisattvas, begged for some elixirs, and asked her a few words of compassion for the Immortal Monarch, and asked for some recipes for longevity.

Wouldn't she have to offer it with both hands?

The Demon Suppression Temple is located in the westernmost part of Roland City in Aru Kingdom, and the entrance is a long street, and the street is lined with shops, basically every family sells Buddhist cultivation and enlightenment instruments.

At this time, those lotus-shaped canes, lotus-shaped cushions, and pagoda-shaped lampstands all glowed with green light.

There was an enchantment at the door of the store that was triggered, and the monks noticed something unusual, holding the magic weapon to be checked, talismans, and pills in their hands, and looked at the main entrance of the Demon Suppression Temple.

"The enchantment has been triggered??? Someone got into a fight??! ”

"Someone is doing it at the gate of the Demon Suppression Temple???"

"Who is so bold?"

As far as the eye can see, it is a girl dressed in green clothes, with murderous aura and coercion all around, loose black hair blowing behind her ears with the wind, holding an ancient rusty wood knife in her hand, and bright red blood slowly flows to the ground along the blade.

The black-clothed monk on the opposite side carried a sword behind his back, casually carrying his severed arm, his eyebrows were cold, like the snow falling above the top of a snowy mountain, which had not yet dissipated between his eyebrows.

！！！ It was a little girl who cut off Jian Xiu's hand???

"Miss Jiang, there are some things I didn't say to you in advance."

Hearing this, Jiang Su closed his eyes and raised his eyebrows.

Wang Jia stared at her and said calmly: "It is forbidden to fight at the gate of the Demon Suppression Temple, especially to see blood. If there is a violator, he will be put in a water prison for three days to be punished. ”

“……。”

Wang Jia's words fell, and a large number of bald Buddha cultivators suddenly rushed out of the Demon Suppression Temple, dressed in brown robes, with one hundred and eight Bodhi seeds hanging around their necks, sandalwood Buddha beads in their hands, and ...... behind them

Long sticks, long forks, long halberds, long spears, long shovels, long knives......

Jiang Su couldn't see this scene, she only heard the sound of walking like hitting a bell, and the frequent vibrations from her feet reminded her.

"Water prison? It just so happened that I was hot. ”

The girl in Tsing Yi hooked her lips and smiled, and the noon sun shone down......

She was surrounded by bald donkeys.

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"Let go of me! I ask you?! Has a white-clothed sword cultivator ever come to you? It's my little sister, her appearance is alluring to the country and the city, her temperament is like the snow of the winter moon, the ice on the lake, and the sword is like a swimming dragon, and the wind turns back and forth like the snow of the wind. ”

"I am from the Shifang Gate, and my head has already passed a letter with your abbot!!"

"Let me down!! You have beads on your shoulders, and you are panicking!! ”

Jiang Su was the first monk to pick up and resist on the shoulder, followed by the remaining half of the Buddhist cultivation, although she couldn't see it, she could guess that this monk as a physical cultivator, the body is strong, burly, muscular, rough lines, is really a physical practice.

The Western Regions Demon Temple, the temple of physical cultivation.

Buddhism cultivates the Buddha's way, and there are arhats in the Buddha's way to protect their hair, so most of the monks in the demon temple are physical cultivation, and there are almost few monks who do not cultivate the body.

They have boxing techniques and internal strength, and they pay more attention to "the hand is not as good as the body, the body is not as good as the heart, the first to the heart, and then to the body." ”

Fang Zhe was shaved by Chu Lin before, and with his nine-foot height and physique, he successfully made everyone in Shifangmen regard him as a Buddhist cultivator, and even thought that he was from the Western Regions.

Now Jiang Su feels that they are indeed very similar, and it seems that they are all used to resisting.

Jiang Su shouted a few words, and when he found that no one replied to him, he stopped talking.

Zhenmo Temple is worthy of being the first temple in the four domains, after entering the temple gate, it is the sandalwood that slowly rises from the incense burner of one person high, and the continuous pilgrims hold three pillars of long incense in their hands.

The building in the temple is different from the golden splendor of the capital, the carved beams and painted buildings, the air is filled with the atmosphere of gold and silver, it is different from the blue bricks and blue tiles of the southern region, the garden is exquisite, and the streets in the lively big town are some literati who sell ink calligraphy and painting, boating on the lake.

The Demon Temple has the unique style of the Western Regions, the brick and tile color is never dark colors such as vermilion, but white, blue, yellow and other bright colors, the roof is inlaid with gold edges, and the wall is painted with a color map of the history of the Demon Temple.

Jiang Su came here when she was a child, and it was her father Jiang Shuiliu and her mother Wuxiu who brought her here.

"My father doesn't know what's going on, and he didn't want to talk about my mother's situation before, and now it's even more unclear."

"Why are they trapped in the Demon Domain...... The things that confessed to the Lord on the Bitter Rescue Peak were not unsealed, they were not killed after entering the demon, and their divine consciousness was trapped in the demon domain...... It's more like, a soul travel. ”

Jiang Su suddenly quieted down, and many Buddhist cultivators also quickened their pace.

Come to the side courtyard, in front of the Luohan Palace.

The old monk with a serious face was knocking on the wooden fish with his eyes closed.

As soon as Jiang Su heard the sound of the wooden fish, he immediately became energetic. Although she is not familiar with the location of the Demon Suppression Temple, she is familiar with the structure of the Demon Suppression Temple! She'd been here before, especially since the wooden fish sounded like a band's drum.

Sometimes urgent, sometimes slow, sometimes connected, sometimes broken. Sometimes knock on the center, sometimes on the edge.

"Bang bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!"

Jiang Su hurriedly shouted loudly: "Old monk who is kind to talk!! I'm coming! Let them put me down, and they're going to put me in a water cell!! ”

She thought she was on his way to the water prison, but in fact the purpose of these Buddhist practices was to send him here.

"Come in."

The sound is loud and loud.

The old monk of Shanyu untied the Sichuan character on his brow, and stared at the few people who entered the hall with a pair of bright round eyes.

He turned his gaze to the source of the voice that had just called to him, a young girl in Tsing Yi holding a bloody firewood knife in her hand, fluttering her legs like a lively fish.

"Jiang Su?"

His round eyes narrowed slightly, and the bloody firewood knife was a little dazzling.

"You cut someone." The old monk of good words is sure to arrive.

Jiang Su nodded hurriedly and smiled slyly: "Yes, cut off a hand, eh, my knife slashed through his arm, cutting his white bones out of the face." Stains, it should be squirting blood. ”

The surrounding Buddhist cultivators frowned slightly, and the Buddhist cultivators who were shouldering Jiang Su put her directly opposite the old monk, grabbed her legs, and let her sit respectfully on the ground.

"You have a heart block."

"What's the matter, the anti-bone period has arrived."

(End of chapter)