Begin immortality by slaying demons.

Chapter 641 Who are you? Are you comparing your realm with mine?

The narrow alley suddenly became quiet.

The two brothers stood with their hands down, staring at the monk Zhikong in front of them in silence. After a long while, the corners of their mouths rose: "That's good."

"Please, Junior Brother, return this Dragon and Tiger Sutra to the sect as soon as possible. The elders are still waiting."

Zhiqing reached out and patted Zhikong on the shoulder, and said, "Then we two will not bother you anymore, you can get busy now. Goodbye."

After saying that, with smiles in their eyes, the two of them turned around and walked out of the alley without any hesitation, but their steps were obviously hurried compared to when they came.

Monk Zhikong kept his palms together and slowly opened his eyes. He did not look back, but still stared at the tip of his shoes: "Brother, the elders in the sect once taught us what compassion is."

He just doesn't have much life experience, he's not a real fool.

I also know that my reaction just now would be hard for others to believe.

It is true that Shen Xianyou has read the Dragon and Tiger Sutra, but people are naturally curious and ignorance is not a crime. What's more, he actually saved two innocent lives under the hands of Senior Brother Lingguang, thus preventing the sutra from being leaked and causing a catastrophe in the mortal world.

The merits outweigh the faults.

The two of them slowly stopped and looked at each other, their voices gradually becoming colder: "Have the elders ever taught monks not to tell lies?"

As they spoke, they glanced at the house next door. The half-closed wooden door opened without wind, revealing an old woman who was eavesdropping curiously from behind.

Suddenly being discovered, the old woman's sagging face trembled a few times, and she turned around and tried to escape into the house, but her hunched body suddenly flew backwards.

She struggled frantically like a little chicken, but her head was already firmly grasped by rough hands.

In just a breath's time, the old woman stopped struggling, her eyes were dazed, and even though she had been released, she didn't know how to escape, but just stood there in a daze.

Zhiqing took the golden book from her and threw it away.

rustling—

The edge of the booklet was like a knife, suddenly passing across Monk Zhikong's face, leaving a faint blood mark on the skin that had reached the level of a practitioner.

There is a clear difference in strength between the two.

"She is just a mortal, she has read the precious sutra, and is sinking into the sea of ​​suffering in this life, but you are extremely hesitant and unwilling to save her."

Zhiqing looked back towards the end of the alley and said with a gentle smile: "Now that I have saved her for you, it is also a good opportunity to teach you what compassion is."

"Junior brother, look at what you have learned in the world. If the elders knew, I don't know how distressed they would be. Be careful not to fall into the sea of ​​suffering. Your moral character is flawed and you will never achieve enlightenment in your life."

Monk Zhiming clasped his hands together and said softly, "I see that you have already taken on a lot of the royal energy of the human world. You should return to the sect as soon as possible and ask the elders for help to make up for the last calamity. You and I will practice hard together and enter the realm of Golden Lotus Walker as soon as possible."

After saying that, the two of them took another step and soon walked out of the alley.

What they wanted was the content of the Dragon and Tiger Sutra, not the sutra itself. Compared to taking it from Zhikong, which would cause a lot of trouble, it would be better to ask that "other person" to take it, and no one would be able to find fault with it.

"call."

Monk Zhikong stood there, looking dazed.

Monks do not tell lies. If they have moral flaws, they will never attain enlightenment in their lifetime... These words echoed in my ears.

After a long time, he bent down to pick up the golden book, turned around and walked to the dazed old woman, muttering, "It's missing, so what."

He sat cross-legged, raised his palms, and exhaled the royal aura that he had gained by begging for food and taking the blame for others, which slowly seeped into the top of the foolish old woman's head.

In an instant, the expressions of the two seemed to have switched.

If you want to utilize the imperial energy, you must digest the power of will contained therein.

Monk Zhikong's expression gradually became stunned, while the old lady's eyes became clearer.

However, the process of digesting the power of vows this time was actually easier than before.

Soon, Monk Zhikong regained some consciousness and heard an ugly curse in his ears.

"Thief monk! Murder!"

The old lady was obviously still immersed in the panic just now. She kicked Zhikong in the chest, rushed back into the house as if escaping, and slammed the door.

"Please take your time."

Monk Zhikong's face turned pale. He smiled helplessly, dusted his chest, stood up and left the alley as well.

The royal energy originally came from begging for food, so it should be used on the person from whom it came.

……

Jianyangfu Inn.

Although the Demon Slaying Division cannot openly reveal their identities, they are still considered members of the imperial court, so they have no shortage of accommodation.

However, since Shen Yi joined the team, he had been running around with Meng Xiuwen and had not had time to meet the prefect. That was why he was a little late and could only stay in the inn temporarily.

He took a nap in the room and did not go to chat with his old friend in Hongze.

It is one thing to greet everyone in front of the Earth Temple and the Demon Slaying Bureau, but it is another thing to get involved too much in other places.

There were so many people around, and Shen Yi did not forget that he still had troubles to deal with.

bang bang.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door outside.

Shen Yi raised his eyebrows slightly. He didn't want any more accidents to happen now.

When I pushed the door open, I saw that the person coming was Ye Jing.

"Master Shen, a little boy just brought this letter to the inn, saying that it was from a monk. The monk had to go and inform others, so he didn't come here himself."

"Ok?"

Shen Yi took the letter and flipped it over.

As expected, the only monk he knew in Jianyang Prefecture was Master Zhikong.

The content of the letter is simple.

There are disciples of the Bodhi Sect chasing you. They have bad intentions. Please leave Jianyang Prefecture as soon as possible and go to a place as close to the imperial capital as possible.

"What's matter?"

Seeing Shen Yi's expression change slightly, Ye Jing looked over with some curiosity.

Even when facing the immortal official before, Lord Shen did not show any emotional fluctuations.

"..."

Shen Yi slowly folded the letter and looked outside.

It has been a while since he came out, and his understanding of Bodhi Buddhism is no longer the same as it was at the beginning.

This is a huge monster that is far beyond my imagination.

After taking their things and killing their disciples, it is not easy to get away with it. It is normal to be tracked down and come to their door.

But I didn't expect that Master Zhikong would actually tip me off.

Under normal circumstances, Shen Yi would definitely withdraw without hesitation, at least waiting for Ye Lan, the strong man who could truly control the situation, to come back.

but now--

In this huge Jianyang Prefecture, there are still a large group of old friends living.

"Send a message to Meng Tou and go find him."

Shen Yi is not a conceited person. He has personally experienced how powerful the disciples of the Bodhi Sect are. Not to mention crossing borders to fight against them, with his current foundation, even winning or losing against opponents of the same realm is hard to say.

Meng Xiuwen was able to kill the master of the bear monster, so his strength is self-evident. He might be the only person he could rely on now.

Although this is a personal vendetta between himself and the Bodhi Sect.

But they are colleagues after all. As a great Divine Dynasty, it is impossible for them to watch their own demon-slaying officer being beaten to death under their noses.

"it is good!"

Ye Jing understood the seriousness of the situation instantly. Without further ado, she pinched her fingers and Lingguang escaped out of the door.

She pushed the door open, glanced around, and after finding nothing unusual, she led the way downstairs.

The inn was packed with people and the long street was still bustling.

"Master Shen, I feel something is wrong."

Ye Jing walked through the crowd, her steps slowing down. She squatted down and picked up a fruit that was still covered with water droplets from a street vendor's stall. "Would you like to try it?" The vendor smiled, slightly dispelling the demon slayer's doubts.

She smiled back and put the fruit back.

"Maybe I'm overthinking it." Ye Jing let out a breath. Perhaps because she had been through so many things recently, she became a little suspicious. "Let's go find Mengtou first."

She continued to walk forward, but found that Lord Shen was still standing there motionless, and she couldn't help but look back in confusion.

Shen Yi quietly stared ahead.

Two women walked together, one in a black shirt and the other in a white skirt, both of them had fairy-like looks rarely seen in the world. They looked at the land of China with a bit of curiosity and discussed the differences between Jianyang Prefecture and Qingzhou.

Then, they just walked past each other.

"Tsk."

Shen Yi closed his eyes and used the same method again, but what really made him helpless was that he was in the Tao realm at that time, so it would have been fine if he couldn't see through it. Now he has reached the perfect realm of True Immortal, and even received treatment from General Yanlan. His cultivation is perfect, but he still can't see through it.

The disciples of the three religions are indeed beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

The moment Shen Yi closed his eyes, the long street around him suddenly became empty, and a ray of spiritual light turned into a dead leaf, lightly falling at the feet of the two people.

Ye Jing suddenly lowered her eyes and stared at the leaf.

That was the message she had previously sent to Mengtou, but it was intercepted silently.

Almost instantly, her palm was placed on the hilt of the sword at her waist, and dazzling white light began to accumulate, trying to break through the illusion with her true immortal cultivation.

However, the white light that overflowed from the scabbard retreated like a tide the moment it burst out.

A barely detectable golden light fell into the gap, preventing her from even pulling out her sword.

"Master Shen, let's go!"

Ye Jing's face turned unusually pale, and the golden light broke everything. This is the Bodhi teaching!
As a member of the Demon Slaying Division, he was always prepared to be hunted down by the three religions for revenge.

Moreover, this person who was seeking revenge had the audacity to take action in the Divine Dynasty's capital. This was definitely not because of some trivial grudge.

But she really didn't remember that Jianyang Prefecture had ever offended the Bodhi Sect, so she had no chance to react at all.

The next moment, the familiar long street slowly faded away.

It was transformed into a magnificent hall, with empty altars on both sides and only in the front stood a golden statue of a god whose dignity was beyond words.

That strong and tall body was perfect without a single flaw.

Following behind him were equally huge dragons and tigers.

The dragon is in a soaring posture, and the tiger is in a descending mountain posture. Heavy chains are coiled around their bodies, and the other end of the chains are tied to the body of the statue.

There are four cushions under the altar.

Two of them already had figures on them, with their limbs forcibly bent into a respectful posture of atonement and fixed with sharp instruments.

"You have committed sins that need to be cleansed with piety."

The indifferent voice echoed, and in an instant it turned into a thunderous roar!
"Your Majesty!"

The roars were like thunder, reverberating throughout the hall.

The figures on the two cushions twitched violently, their faces unrecognizable, and they cried in extreme embarrassment: "We haven't seen anything, we haven't seen anything, Master, you are wronged!"

Before he finished speaking, the man's head exploded instantly!

A blood-stained steel stick was stuck on the ground.

The female cultivator from Ziyun Sect suddenly lost her voice, and stared at the pair of torn straw sandals in front of her with distorted features. She didn't even dare to look at the owner of the sandals.

"You really haven't seen it?"

The ascetic slowly leaned forward, and the woman finally screamed piercingly: "I don't even know what you are talking about!"

"I see."

Monk Zhiqing nodded and murmured something, then cast his eyes towards the black-shirted young man in the distance: "So, this sin is actually on the donor?"

His expression remained calm throughout his speech, and only at this moment did he reveal a hint of a smile: "Then why don't you kneel down, sincerely admit your mistakes, and seek forgiveness from the Dragon-Tiger Arhat?"

In an instant, he raised the long stick in his hand again and chopped at the woman's head without hesitation.

when--

What was heard was not the sound of a head exploding, but a crisp metallic hum.

The second long stick blocked the middle.

A monk with golden light all over his body suddenly broke into the illusion, blocked the stick without saying a word, and looked at Zhiqing indifferently: "You thief monk, you killed someone."

Hearing this name, Zhiqing's expression changed slightly, and a hint of anger appeared in his eyes.

But he didn't say anything, just gathered all his strength and pressed the stick downwards.

"..."

Monk Zhikong's two thin arms trembled violently. Even though his body was shining with golden light, he could not stop the stick from falling slowly.

A practitioner who had experienced five tribulations fought against a practitioner who had experienced six tribulations. The difference was only one tribulation, but it represented one hundred and twenty-nine thousand six hundred years of cultivation.

His arm bones began to creak, his skin tightened and then broke, and the golden blood plasma soaked the entire long stick, but he still refused to let go.

Monk Zhikong's face was filled with deep sorrow.

I was late last time, and I am late again this time.

I am always late.

And even if I get there, it seems like nothing can be changed.

At this moment, Zhikong suddenly saw a strange smile on Zhiqing's face again. As if he had anticipated something, he turned his head and looked into the distance.

Even with his eyesight, he could only vaguely see the shadow of a stick, which was hitting Ye Jing's back directly.

"I have prepared four cushions, and not one of them can be left empty." Zhiqing whispered softly.

"You... are worthy of talking about compassion!" A rare trace of ferocity appeared on Monk Zhikong's face. After breaking the precept of not lying, he actually broke the precept of anger, one of the three poisons.

Among the people present, no one except him could take the second stick.

If you save the people in front of you, you won’t be able to save those far away.

With Ye Jing's level of cultivation, she couldn't even detect the existence of the stick, let alone avoid it.

boom!
There was another muffled sound, but the expression on Zhikong's face froze for a moment.

The stick that was about to hit him fell quietly into the palm of a white hand.

Shen Yi was tall and slender, standing straight. With his eyes closed, he finally caught sight of the iron rod at such a close distance.

But it’s not important to catch the trace, what’s important is how to take it.

"you……"

Zhiming, who had launched a surprise attack, wanted to pull the stick away, but found it difficult. The skin on the opponent's palm holding the stick also glowed with golden light.

Among those present, there was actually a fourth walker.

This incident itself was shocking enough, but what really puzzled Zhiming was that, given how faint the golden light was, how could the other party, with his Three Tribulations Lotus Platform, counter his Six Tribulations Lotus Platform with bare hands.

"Why?" He gripped the stick tightly and tried to pull it out again.

"Because." Shen Yi slowly opened his eyes. The long stick in his palm was struggling like a long snake, but it could not break free from the restraint of his five fingers no matter what.

His black shirt fluttered, and he suddenly exerted force, lifted up Monk Zhiming and slammed him to the ground.

boom!
The entire hall seemed to be in chaos as if a dragon was turning over, and all the bricks were blown to pieces!
Zhiming felt a tightness in his heart and looked up in surprise, only to see the young man holding the stick tightly, looking down at him with a calm look in his eyes and his voice without any emotion.

"I am an official, and you are a thief."

After hearing just this one sentence, Zhiming froze for a moment, and finally he looked past Shen Yi's figure and looked at the sky behind him.

Between the sky, the imperial aura was rolling.

All cultivators, whether they are immortals or practitioners, will be greatly suppressed within the Divine Dynasty.

But it is obvious that this person was not affected at all!
This enormous power is even comparable to that of the prefect of Jianyang!
(End of this chapter)