Sky Surveying Demon Hunt

Lin Ji smiled and said, "Since the secret cannot be revealed, there is no need to talk about it. You can't get a penny if you want a big money, but if you can deliver a message for me, you will get something in return."

When the Taoist heard that there was no money, he was very disappointed. When he heard the word "benefit", he was immediately delighted. He asked with a smile: "Where are you going to send it to?"

  Swish!

Lin Ji raised the tip of his sword and cut off a piece of cloth from the Taoist's sleeve.

He stretched out his hand again, and the sand and gravel scattered on the ground floated up and formed a book.

"Appoint Tian Shengguo as the envoy to Weizhou and take charge of all affairs."

  Snapped!

A large seal was placed on it, with four golden characters "天下永安" clearly visible on them.

  call!

A breeze blew by, and the half sleeve fell lightly back into the Taoist's hand. He looked around and saw no young swordsman with a sword.

A ray of green light slanted towards the east, and the summer flag on the top of the city was fluttering!

……

Jingzhou, Tianjing City.

The wind and drizzle are wantonly and blurred.

Pieces of white paper money that had fallen somewhere unknown were rolled up into the air again.

Under the gloomy dome, the long banners hanging across the top of the mountain are particularly elegant!

The Zuixianju opposite Lanke Tower was packed with people. If one were a practitioner, one could tell at a glance that everyone inside was at a very high level!

There are even elder-level figures like Taiyi Hongpao, Sansheng Huayi, and Daozhen Ba Nang.

But what was strange was that everyone just made eye contact and bowed from a distance without saying a word.

The entire Zuixianju was surprisingly quiet except for the clanging sounds of things colliding with each other.

"Amitabha!"

Suddenly, a clear Buddhist chanting sound came from the door.

Everyone turned their heads and saw a ragged little monk standing at the door.

Although the monk was dressed in rags, he was very handsome, with red lips, white teeth and eyes as bright as stars.

"You have done me great good deeds!" The young monk put his hands together and bowed to everyone, saying, "I am thirsty after walking all the way. Who would be so kind as to give me a bowl of wine?"

"Ha!" The strong man with a big beard sitting at the door shouted in a gruff voice: "Where did this rotten monk come from? He is so bold! How dare you come here to ask for wine? Do you know where this place is?!"

"This place is called Zuixianju, and it is said that the wine and meat are the best!" The little monk pointed upward and said very seriously: "It is okay for this donor to be blind and unable to read, but how come his mouth and nose grow on his butt? After eating and drinking for a long time, he comes to ask me where I am?"

  Snapped!

The man was furious and slammed the table and stood up: "What a bald donkey! Your Western Buddhist country is about to be extinct, and you dare to come to my Tianjing City to lie. I will tear your lips apart!" As the man said this, he pulled out a big black gourd from somewhere, grabbed the gag and was about to pull it out. Suddenly, a chopstick flew from the side and pressed on his wrist.

"Brother Daan!"

A pale-faced scholar on the second floor said with a smile on his face: "It's just a bowl of wine, why not give him a few jars?!"

As he spoke, he spread out his folding fan and shouted, "Shopkeeper, bring some wine for this monk to drink, and put all the money on my account!"

"Okay!" Zuixianju was very unusual. Even the errand boy had reached the third realm of cultivation.

As soon as the reply came, the waiter came straight to the door with a large jar in one hand, like a startled bird from the sky.

The man wanted to get angry, but when he looked up at the pale-faced scholar, he had to hold it back. He was so ashamed and angry that his fists were rattling.

"Thank you!"

The young monk standing at the door was not polite. He took the two jars of wine and sat down on the ground.

  With a snap, he broke the mud seal, tilted his neck back and gulped down the liquid!

"Good wine!" The little monk praised loudly without paying attention to the people around him. He sniffed and said, "How can we enjoy wine without meat? Who can bring some more meat?"

"Hahaha……"

The scholar sitting on the second floor couldn't help but laugh when he heard this, "Interesting! Interesting! You are such an interesting monk! Shopkeeper! Send him some more meat and preserved fruits!"

The waiter came down and placed more than a dozen plates filled with fruits, vegetables and everything in between in front of the little monk.

"Thank you very much!" The little monk bowed to the scholar on the second floor and asked with concern: "This young man is so generous, I'm afraid he is the master? It is said that the dead cannot be resurrected, but the living can live long! Please accept my condolences!"

"Huh?!" The smile on the scholar's face suddenly froze.

But the little monk seemed to be unaware of it. He reached out and grabbed a goose leg, took a big bite and ate it until his mouth was full of oil. He pointed at the people around him and said, "Has anyone died in your family? Why do you all look so sad?"

"I know a few methods of salvation, and I will go there one by one in a moment! Just give me enough wine and meat!"

"Be bold!"

On the second floor, a red-haired man with eyes like copper bells roared and flew down.

  call!

A red hand as big as a door panel went straight towards the little monk's head.

But the little monk seemed not to see it and continued to drink from the jar of wine.

  Whoosh!

The red palm whistled and approached in the blink of an eye, but it was only half an inch away from the monk and could not get any closer!

Click!

  The next moment, the man who was flying down was violently bounced back and hit the stairs hard, making a mess!

"Brother!"

"uncle!"

……

Several people sitting at the same table with the man stood up.

"Kill this bald thief!"

"kill!"

Several people were furious and shouted loudly, ready to fight to the death.

"slow!"

Suddenly, an old voice was heard from the third floor.

When they looked up, they saw a Taoist priest with a long beard and wearing a red robe standing at the handrail on the third floor.

The Taoist had a huge red nose and his cheeks were so fleshy that he looked like he was holding a meatball. No one knew what he looked like, but his red robe was very eye-catching.

  Elder of Taiyi Sect!

This existence is second only to Taiyi Sanhong, and his seniority is extremely high in the world of immortal cultivation!

The old Taoist stared at the little monk who was still sitting at the door eating and drinking madly and said, "Buddha's sound exorcises demons, Acalanatha, great silence enters the void! Who is your master?!"

"Tathagata." Without even raising his head, the little monk grabbed a peach and ate it until the juice flowed out.

"Tathagata?" Elder Taiyi was slightly surprised: "But the former Buddha?!"

The young monk nodded repeatedly, and finally swallowed the food in his mouth. He took the time to look at the old Taoist priest: "You, an old man, should be from Taiyi Sect, right? Xuan Xiao should be the tenth generation of Taiyi Sect, and Xuanyuan Su of the Taoist Sect is of the same generation as my master. So... your master's master is the disciple's disciple's disciple. Grandpa, it's troublesome! There's no need to list them in detail, just call me ancestor!"

"Oh, right!" The little monk grabbed another cucumber and took a bite: "My name is Wunan, the little ancestor." He shook the half-stubbed cucumber and pointed at the hundreds of people upstairs and downstairs and said: "I am too lazy to remember which of you is older and which is younger. Anyway, when you see me in the future, just call me Wunan, the little ancestor!"

  Swish!

At this moment, not only the Taiyi disciples, but also hundreds of people from the entire Zuixianju all stood up and glared at him, and the sound of swords and knives being drawn was endless! (End of this chapter)