Since there is no heavenly reason, then what do you want to do, and when the time comes, you will be directly killed.

Lu Qian threw the braid in front of him, looked back at his clenched left hand, and asked with some worry, "Then what now?" ”

Seeing that it was impossible for a real person to count that after Zhuo Jianzun fell from the immortal realm, he would still be alive, and the immortal urn he left behind would actually fall into his hands.

All this is just a coincidence, not a set up game, but it is still an extremely severe test for Su Qingming, and it can even be said that it is a matter of life and death.

There was only one path in front of him, and that was to refine the Immortal Jar, otherwise the Immortal Consciousness in the Immortal Jar would slowly infiltrate his body and Dao Heart until it was secretly occupied.

The problem is that if you want to refine the immortal urn, how can it be so easy.

When he told the Great Elder that he was going to refine the Immortal Urn, he was very calm and calm, but the Great Elder could see that he was not confident.

In the Qingtian Jian Illusion Realm, when he stretched out his hand to the bronze tripod, he already felt that if the immortal qi hidden in the immortal urn was really released, it would have an incomparably huge power, and it would be difficult for even the great things in the Tongtian Realm to resist head-on.

It is very difficult to refine the immortal urn without touching the immortal qi inside. The most difficult thing was that the level of immortal consciousness left by the real person was too high, and it was far beyond all the cultivators in the Chaotian Continent.

"I might really have to go to a friend for help this time."

Su Qing looked at the top of the cave.

The blue sky is incomparably deep, and there is not much taste of autumn.

Naturally, he is not the empress in the depths of the snowfield, nor is he a giant friend in another continent.

Lu Qian followed his line of sight and looked at the sky, a little puzzled, more curious.

A few years ago, Su Qingming said that she was going to find a friend to help solve the problem of the sword ghost, and at that time, she and Shen Yunhai and others were thinking that you actually have a friend?

What happened later proved that Su Qingming did have friends, and his friends were the last Demon Lord.

Lu Qian wanted to know who he was going to find this time, and what an earth-shattering big man he was.

Su Qingming knew what she was thinking, looked at the sky and was silent for a while, and said, "He's dead." ”

……

Twilight shrouds the Hanging Temple.

The pine forest is as warm as a fire, and the slanting sun of Tallinn is infinite.

There are hundreds of stone pagodas in Tallinn, high or low, where the great monks of the Hanging Temple are buried, but there is no gloomy meaning, just tranquility.

Mo Shu sat on the stone steps in front of the meditation hall, the bone flute was pressed to his lips, his fingers pressed silently, and he played a silent tune, and there was no sense of sadness, it was still quiet.

The old demon of the Northern Underworld walked out of the house, stood behind him, and listened in silence to him after playing the silent tune before he began to speak.

"The person in the Demon Suppression Prison is Su Qingming, why didn't this news spread to the moral outlook?"

Mo Shu put down the bone flute, wiped it seriously with his sleeve, inserted it back into his waist, and replied: "If you can't even see this, how can your moral outlook occupy the Yunmeng spiritual vein for 30,000 years?" ”

The Old Demon of the Northern Hell rubbed his somewhat reddened nose and said, "But you can tell them Su Qingming's true identity." ”

The corners of Mo Shou's lips curled slightly, revealing a slightly mocking smile, and said: "Over the years, countless details related to him have been saying the same thing, he is like standing on the top of the peak of the end of the god and shouting that I am Zhuo Jianzun, do you think this is to hide his true identity?" ”

The Old Demon of the Northern Underworld sighed: "If the thoughts of the two real people can be guessed thoroughly, how could I have been so defeated back then. ”

Mo Shu stood up and said indifferently: "He needs the eyes and guesses of others to determine who he really is. ”

The old demon of the Northern Underworld was slightly shocked when he heard this, and said, "Could it be that he has lost his memory?" ”

Mo Shu sneered and said, "No, he's just dodging." ”

The Old Demon of the Northern Hell looked at his side face, squinted his eyes slightly, and said, "Then who is he?" ”

Mo Shu patted the dust and said, "I said before, no matter who he is, it's not Zhuo Jianzun anyway. ”

The Old Demon of the Northern Underworld was silent for a while, and said, "This matter is really interesting. ”

"But I think it's a little sad."

Mo Slay walked towards Tallinn and soon disappeared into the twilight.

The old demon of the Northern Underworld looked at the twilight, and there was a strange look in his slightly squinted eyes.

At this time, he was like an old dog, but an old lion who wanted to return to the lion pack, resolute and full of patience.

The dusk drum sounded, and it was time for dinner in the Hanging Temple, and the old demon of the North Underworld came to the stove room in the front yard with the food box in his arms, and found the fat monk he knew.

The two hid in the corner of the porch, opened the food box, and a large marinated pig's trotters jumped into their eyes.

On the left side of the large pig's trotters are a few pieces of fresh soycotyledons, and on the right are a few pieces of pickled soycotyledons, each with its own flavor.

The fat monk looked at the pig's trotters, couldn't help but drool, and said: "The meat is really fragrant, everything is fine in the West Sea, and he is not tired of eating, and he is trying to persuade that person to be tempted." ”

His voice was very low, and with the effect of saliva, his words were a little unclear, but it was clear that this was not nonsense such as pork piercing intestines.

The old devil held the pig's trotters and gnawed hard, even the belt meat ripped off a small half catty, and said vaguely: "Only one sword, kill two real people, even the meat with the skin, leave a name in history, hurt the muscles and bones, earth-shattering, full of greasy, why not be tempted?" ”

The fat monk said with a bitter face, "You forgot to put salt...... What about the Sword Sect? ”

The old demon wiped his face, his face was full of oil, and he said disdainfully: "I have pickled it in advance, he is not without a master, if he doesn't eat, he will stop his mouth, useless things." ”

The fat monk thought stupidly, just like you are now, your temper is still so big? That master is also a sword escape, although he was trapped by the Sword Sect in Kirishima in the South China Sea, but he is also peaceful, how can it be like you, the sword escaper, can only secretly eat meat in the temple and be a dog every day?

……

Passing through the Tallinn and pine forests, passing through the side hall and the side gate, you will come to the cliff and you will see the vegetable garden below.

The sun was setting, with a squeak, the door of the house was pushed open, and Xiaohe walked out with a medicine pot.

Mo Shu looked at this scene, listened to the coughing sound coming from the house, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Shen Yunhai came back from the Valley of No Return, but there was no joy on the little fox spirit's face, it seemed that the situation was not very good.

His problem of heterogeneous true qi conflict had improved after practicing the Hanging Temple Dharma, and it had begun to become serious again in the past two years.

Zhike monk once wrote a letter, recommending him to go to Yimaozhai to learn Taoism, if he can really master this Taoism, he should be able to completely solve the problems in his body, but I don't know why, Shen Yunhai didn't go.

Mo Kill knew about this and thought it was very interesting.

As the twilight grew thicker and the sky darkened, he suddenly made a decision.

He walked into the vegetable garden, pushed open the door of the house, looked at Shen Yunhai and said calmly, "Is there any wine?" I want to have two drinks today. ”

Shen Yunhai was very surprised when he recognized him, and immediately gave birth to incomparably sincere joy, and shouted: "Master, no, hello senior!" ”

When he came to the Hanging Temple to study Buddhism, he couldn't understand the true meaning of the scroll at all, until he got Mo Shu's personal guidance, and finally understood the scriptures, and then suppressed the conflict of true qi in his body. After the interpretation of the scriptures, Mo Shu disappeared from his life, which made him miss it very much, and he was naturally very excited to meet again today.

In his mind that Mo Kill must be a great monk in the Hanging Temple, he subconsciously shouted the master, and then thought that since the other party was going to drink, he couldn't have thought wrong, and the other party was a master invited by Gongzi, so he quickly changed to the title of his predecessor.

Mo Shu smiled and signaled that there was no need to be polite, sat down at the table, looked at the sumptuous dishes, and found that the little fox's craftsmanship was more refined than back then, nodded with satisfaction, and said, "This dish can be served with wine." ”

At this time, Xiaohe walked in with a bowl of vegetables, and was very surprised to look at Mo Shu.

It's just that unlike Shen Yunhai, her joy is lighter and her vigilance is more, and she doesn't want any variables in the peaceful days of the Zen Temple vegetable garden.

Mo Shu glanced at the bowl in her hand, and found that it was diving kimchi, the green bamboo shoots and the red-skinned radish were very beautiful, overflowing with a faint sour fragrance, and she was even more satisfied, and said, "You can have a bowl of rice after drinking." ”