Late at night.

Two figures galloped from far and near, landing on the nameless barren mountain.

At the top of the hill stood an old man, thin and small, dressed in a white robe, with a gloomy face and a goatee on his chin.

The two fell three feet in front of the old man, revealing their figures, and one was a middle-aged man dressed in black, with a fierce face. The other is a middle-aged beautiful woman in red.

I saw them walk quickly to the old man, and after saluting, the middle-aged man said respectfully: "Uncle Shi, I have found out, that demon cultivator is the abbot of Zhenhai Temple, and his legal name is Huihai." ”

The white-robed old man was slightly stunned and asked, "Huihai, can't you be mistaken?" This old bald donkey is a famous monk in Leiyin Temple, and he used to be one of the three protectors of the Demon Tower, how could he become a living demon cultivator?"

The beautiful woman stroked her wind-blown hair, and said with a smile: "I see that these monks are all lewd monks on the surface and behind them. ”

These three people are all monks of the Ten Thousand Poison Valley of the Zhongtian Continent, the tear shadow insect is the unique treasure of the Ten Thousand Poison Valley, this insect is about the size of a child's fingernail, can permanently preserve the scene seen by the eye, stored in the tear gland, the caster squeezes out its tears, and can restore the previous image.

The white-robed old man nodded and said, "What about the image?"

With a flick of the beautiful woman's fingertips, a cloud of silver droplets flew into the air. Then he said a trick, and the silver droplet grew in the wind, becoming a mirror a foot high, and a human figure gradually appeared in it.

In the mirror, a man in black holds a long black knife in his hand and is chanting a spell. In front of him lay hundreds of people, men, women, and children. Suddenly, with a bang, a little boy's brain burst out, and traces of gray-white gas came out of his brain, as if pulled by some kind of force, and all of them were submerged in the body of the black long knife. Immediately, there were three skull crackles one after another, and the same scene was staged one after another...... When everyone was killed, the man in black released a fire bomb, turning the corpse to ashes and turning away.

At this point, the image vanished, and the mirror shrunk and shrunk again, returning to a silver droplet, which was retracted by the young woman.

At this time, dark clouds converged, blocking the full moon in the sky, and it was pitch black all around. At the top of the mountain, there was no sound except for the whining of the wind.

After a while, the old man sighed and said, "This method of taking the soul of the living has been extinct in the immortal cultivation realm for many years, and the old man has only heard of it before, but this time he saw it with his own eyes, it is really miserable." After a moment's notice, he asked, "That's all?"

The beautiful woman popped out another silver droplet, concocted in the same way, a mirror hung in the air, and another image gradually emerged: a simple meditation room, the door was pushed open, and an old monk in a robe walked in, with white eyebrows and kind eyes, and a kind face, looking like a high-ranking monk.

When the white-robed old man saw this, he said, "Yes, this old bald donkey is Huihai. ”

The image flowed slowly, and I saw Monk Huihai, slowly sitting cross-legged on the grass futon and began to meditate, not for a long time, suddenly trembling all over, a black gas surging up his face, and his originally kind face was full of violence. Then, he took out a stone dagger from his bosom. This dagger is unpretentious, but it exudes a desolate atmosphere, and the image trembles slightly.

The white-robed old man instantly opened his eyes and shouted, "Immortal Killing Blade." ”

The middle-aged man and the beautiful woman were taken aback. The middle-aged man hurriedly asked, "Uncle Shi, what kind of treasure is this immortal killing blade?"

The white-robed old man didn't answer, as if he was enchanted, staring at the stone dagger in the image, muttering to himself, his eyes revealing fanaticism, if it wasn't an image in front of him, he would immediately burst out and snatch it.

Monk Huihai, his hands holding the stone dagger kept trembling, and his face was struggling with pain, as if he was restraining something. As the black qi on his face became thicker and thicker, he finally couldn't bear it anymore, the black light on his body flashed, and the stone dagger turned into the jet-black long knife. Huihai's eyes were red at the moment, his face was full of bloodthirsty expression, he took out a set of black night clothes, quickly changed into them, pushed the window and flew away.

That's the end of the imagery.

The white-robed old man didn't seem to have come out of his emotions just now, his eyes stared at the night sky, stunned, and then paced back and forth. The middle-aged man and the young woman looked at each other, and their hearts went up and down.

After a long time, the white-robed old man stopped, turned around and said, "Without further ado, let's set off immediately to get rid of that demon monk and eliminate harm for the people." ”

The middle-aged man showed a hesitant look on his face, and said: "Uncle Shi, I'm afraid this is not appropriate, it is said that the Huihai Demon Monk has high mana and is a master in the late stage of Jindan." If he escapes, it will be difficult to catch him again. Why don't we go back to the Valley of Ten Thousand Poisons and let the valley master decide, then ......"

"Not necessarily. The white-robed old man waved his hand to interrupt, "The old man suspects that the demon monk has already noticed something, and in order to prevent the night from dreaming too much, he must make a decision immediately." You don't have to be afraid, the old man is also in the late stage of Jindan, and he is on a par with the demon monk, with you by your side, he will definitely be caught. That's it, let's go. ”

After speaking, he immediately got up and flew in the direction of Zhenhai Temple. The middle-aged man smiled bitterly and hurriedly followed. The beautiful woman who remained at the end, although she was smiling, her eyes were full of doubt, and a few drops of silver liquid quietly slid down her fingertips and landed in the dust at her feet. Then he flew up and chased after him.

The three of them were extremely fast, and they soon saw Zhenhai Temple.

This temple is not big, covering an area of three or four acres. In the middle is the Daxiong Treasure Hall, plus the two ends of the front hall, forming the main body of the temple. The abbot temple is behind the main hall and is not difficult to find.

As soon as the three of them landed in the courtyard, they heard a peaceful voice from the meditation room: "I am deeply honored to have a friend from afar. I don't know which of the four elders of the Ten Thousand Poison Valley 'worms, snakes, flowers, and grass' is the benefactor?"

The middle-aged man was secretly surprised in his heart: "Just by the sound of flying through the air, we can know our martial arts path and cultivation, this demon monk's mana is unfathomable." ”

The white-robed old man smiled coldly and said, "Old man Li Wanxiu is the snake slave of the Ten Thousand Poison Valley, and the elder is ashamed to be called an elder. The master is not cultivating in Leiyin Temple, how did he sneak up on this small temple and become the abbot?"

With a squeak, the door of the meditation room opened, and an old monk walked out slowly, it was the demon monk Huihai in the mirror.

"Amitabha, there is a saying in Buddhism, there is a Buddha in the heart, and all things are Buddhas. As long as the old man has a Buddha in his heart, he will practice the same wherever he goes. What's more, Zhenhai Temple is a side branch of Leiyin Temple, and it is justifiable for me to come here, so why do I come to say it secretly. Hui Hai said with a smile, and then his eyes flashed, and he said: "On the contrary, the late night visit of the benefactor Li Wanxiu is incomprehensible. ”

Li Wanxiu looked up to the sky and said with a smile: "What the master said is very right, there is a Buddha in the heart, and all things are Buddhas. But if you are a demon in your heart and not a Buddha, then what? Haha, as for the purpose of my visit, I have something to ask the master?"

Hui Hai didn't care at all about this sarcastic remark, and smiled slightly: "What's the matter?"

Li Wanxiu restrained his smile, stared at Huihai with his eyes, and said slowly: "Recently, there have been some major cases of extermination in several nearby villages, and the old man has investigated and found that there are immortal cultivators who are using living people to sacrifice, master, if such a thing happens, does the old man want to find out?"

Hui Hai gradually retracted his smile and said in a deep voice: "Since someone has done such a thing that people and gods are angry about, it is natural to investigate it to the end." ”

Li Wanxiu said: "Yes, after three days and three nights of my secret investigation, I finally found out, but this person has profound magic and a noble status, so he specially came to ask the master to help me." ”

Huihai looked at Li Wanxiu and said, "I see, what is the origin of this person, please tell me in detail?"

Li Wanxiu sneered and said, "This person's legal name is Huihai, and he is the junior disciple of the abbot of Leiyin Temple, Huikong Divine Monk, and one of the three protectors of the Demon Tower. ”

Hui Hai stared at Li Wanxiu coldly, and said with a smile: "Master Li Shi, you are here for entertainment, you said that Lao Gao is the demon, do you have a credential?"