In the city of immortals, Luo Song rushed for two days overnight, and hurriedly returned to the city of immortals.

He had been away from this immortal city for too long, and as the leader of the head catcher, he naturally couldn't stay adrift all the time. So as soon as he returned to the city, he hurried back to the yamen to investigate the news of the past half a month.

Fortunately, everything is safe and sound in the city, the smiling fox is dead, and the matter of Qianjian City has come to an end for the time being.

The bounty orders on the walls of the Immortal City had been taken down and pasted with a paper list of heroes, and he could finally take a break.

However, it is impossible for him to completely relax, the demon clan is in turmoil again after a thousand years, but his cultivation is too low to help much.

He couldn't even avenge his master's revenge, thinking of this, Luo Song raised the wine bowl in front of him and drank it all.

The crisp drink slowly slid down his throat, suppressing the sadness in his heart.

One day, he must take revenge, and he must arrest the Thousand-Handed Buddha and bring him to justice, so that he can be punished as he deserves.

Just as he was thinking, he angrily threw the bowl on the table.

He sat at a tavern table set up outside, with only a few tables, a few benches, and a large vat filled with cheap rice wine.

For only ten cents, you can get a spoonful of cold and dry rice wine.

Luo Song is an upright head catcher, and the rewards he earns on weekdays are also given to the poor people, so naturally he has no money to drink good wine.

After a few bowls of rice wine, his face became rosy, and his swarthy face was puffed like rouge.

"Shopkeeper, bring me two more bowls!" Luo Song shouted heroically towards the store.

"Howler. Under the instruction of the shopkeeper, Xiao Er did not scoop the cheap rice wine. but took a good daughter red from the altar.

This is worth five taels of silver, but Luo Song's reputation for integrity and kindness has already spread all over the city, how could the boss be stingy and give him two jars of good wine?

Luo Song, who was already drunk, couldn't tell the difference between good and bad wine, so he just opened the jar and swallowed it down, then put down the jar and burped a far-reaching and long.

Forced by work, he rarely drinks alcohol on weekdays, but today he gave himself a vacation, and he didn't wear the official mansion, but the official knife was always pinned to his waist.

The benefactor seemed to have something on his mind. Luo Song had just filled his wine bowl when a white-clothed figure sat lightly opposite him.

"What...... What's on the mind. Luo Song raised his head drunkenly, and the words in his mouth were vague.

This is a monk, about 22 or 3 years old, wearing a white monk's robe, with six light gray ring scars burning on his head. His face was like that of a child, white and delicate, out of the dust, and his eyes were as clear as water, as if he could penetrate everything.

He looks exceptionally handsome, or rather handsome, which makes people feel that there is an indescribable bewitching and charming atmosphere.

"Who are you?" asked Luo Song, his mouth full of wine and spittle, and even some of them splashed on the monk.

"The little monk is a little thirsty, can I ask the donor for some wine?" The little monk did not rush to answer Luo Song's question, and a charming smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

As a monk, he was begging others for wine, not to break the rules and precepts of Buddhism.

"You monk...... It's strange that you still have to drink. Luo Song raised his eyes weakly, but his hand still honestly pushed his wine bowl forward.

The monk did not refuse, and reached out to take it, his fingers were slender and slender, white as jade, like a girl's hand. He lifted the wine bowl, did not disagree, drank the wine in the bowl, and then gently put it down.

"Wine and meat have passed through the intestines, the Buddha has left it in his heart, and the little monk has no wine in his heart, so how can he talk about drinking!" After the little monk finished drinking, he did not forget to wipe the wine stains on the corners of his lips with his monk's robe.

"Nonsense, I saw it, I saw it with my own eyes. Luo Song was not completely confused, he stretched out two fingers and pointed to his eyes.

"What the eyes see may not be true, but what the heart feels will not be false, the donor said that he has no heart, so why do he shed tears?" the little monk smiled.

The words hit Luo Song's heart, he was stunned, looking at the empty wine bowl in front of him, the tears in the corners of his eyes slid down silently.

It's just that soon he hurriedly wiped away the tears with his sleeve, and the master said that men don't flick when they have tears. No matter how aggrieved and lonely you are, you must not shed tears, and tears are a sign of vulnerability.

"I didn't cry, I was just spicy by the wine. ”

The little monk watched Luo Song hurriedly wipe his tears, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more charming.

Since the donor refused to admit it, the little monk had no choice but to guess. ”

"Is this sad thing of the donor related to a monster that is not human or Buddha? He stepped forward softly and whispered in front of Rosong's eyes.

Although this voice was gentle and soft, it was like a horn at the border gate, and it shook Luo Song's heart, and his wine woke up in an uproar, and his face became extremely solemn.

"Who the hell are you?"

His voice instantly became gloomy, the Thousand Hands Buddha was also a monk before he entered the demon, is the little monk in front of him inextricably linked to him?

Since the donor didn't want to answer, it was inconvenient for the little monk to ask more. The donor doesn't have to panic, the little monk will leave. ”

The monk looked at the panicked Luo Song and did not answer, he got up and bowed to Luo Song, turned around and was about to leave.

"Stop, you haven't told me who you are!" Luo Song finally got the news of the Thousand Hands Buddha again, how could he give up easily, but no matter how much he shouted, the monk just refused to stop.

Luo Song was in a hurry, pulled out the long knife in his hand, rushed forward the mountain with a brisk step, ran behind the monk, and raised the knife in his hand high.

It may have been that he had just finished drinking, and his head was not fully awake, and the knife actually fell, slashing heavily on the monk's shoulder.

"Bang!" A loud noise frightened Luo Song into getting drunk, and even cold sweat broke out on his forehead, he just wanted to scare the monk, but he didn't expect that he really cut it down.

He hurriedly lowered his head, wanting to see the injury on the monk's shoulder.

"Donor. The little monk turned around slowly, still with a brilliant smile on his face, and he didn't seem to feel anything about the knife just now.

Only then did Luo Song realize that the knife in his hand had not entered the monk's body at all, and even the monk's robe on his body had not been cut.

At this moment, the little monk's body glows with a faint golden light, like a real Buddha standing in front of him, where the Buddha's light shines, everything is quiet and peaceful, giving people a warm and holy feeling.

"Immortal Vajra Body!" Luo Song finally recognized the golden light on the monk's body.

Legend has it that a monk who is a monk who is advanced in the Blue Sky Valley will go through three stages before he can become successful.

The first stage is the subduing demon golden light body, which can drive away evil spirits and demonic obstacles, as long as there is a subduing demon golden light body, it means that he has been recognized by the Buddha.

The second stage is this immortal vajra body, which can be invulnerable to swords and guns, and is invulnerable to all poisons, but to enter this stage, not only must the strength be recognized by the Buddha, but even the soul must maintain absolute holiness.

No one in the current Blue Sky Valley has cultivated this immortal vajra body for many years, and even the Faye monk is just the demon vajra body. If he can really cultivate the immortal vajra body, how can it be Mu Yunqi's turn to sit in the second place on this immortal list, he will definitely be able to compete with the Shu Mountain Qingxu.

As for this third stage, it is called the Vajra Demon Body, as long as you cultivate this Golden Photovoltaic Demon Body, you can become that Taihe Immortal.

But on the other hand, if he can't cultivate the Vajra Demon Body, it means that he will definitely not be able to enter the Taihe Immortal, which is what Monk Faye is most worried about now. He may be the same as that Mu Yunqi, he will have to stop at half a step Taihe Immortal for the rest of his life.

Since the donor is so sincere, the little monk is willing to take this matter on behalf of the donor. It just so happens that the pseudo-Buddha also has a slight grudge with the little monk!" the little monk blinked, and the willow eyebrows looked particularly beautiful.

His body actually made Luo Song suddenly feel a trace of murderous aura, but it was fleeting, and the Buddha's light was still peaceful.

Before Luo Song could react, the little monk's hand had already lightly pressed on Luo Song's chest, and he only pushed it gently, as if he wanted to shoot his entire soul out of his body.

But with the monk's palm, Luo Song felt that his heart was open, and all the troubles, anger and hatred that had been suppressed in his heart disappeared with the monk's palm.