While others are serious about cultivating immortality, I will send their idiots to heaven.

"Junior sister!"

"Isn't the so-called witch in the car the reincarnation of Lu Lu?!"

I saw Song Zhi leading the mud horse and walking quickly towards the city gate.

Zhao Muyang followed suit and quickly chased after him.

He asked with a shocked look on his face while lowering his voice while scanning the surroundings vigilantly.

Facing his delicate and fair face with a hint of cuteness, Song Zhi silently opened his eyes.

"Senior brother, talk less and do more. God will not treat you badly."

Song Zhi made something out of nothing, imitating other people's customs clearance documents, and created two identical ones and handed them to the gatekeeper general.

At the same time, he said to Zhao Muyang a motto that is irrelevant to wind, horse, and cow.

Zhao Muyang groaned, feeling that Monk Zhang Er was confused.

However, he still responded with a confused "yes" and led the horse into the city smoothly with Song Zhi.

The two sped up and chased for a while, and soon saw the rosewood carriage where Zheng Xi was.

People on the street, no matter they are dignitaries or common people.

Anyone who saw this carriage engraved with the auspicious cloud mark would kneel down and salute with worshipful expressions on their faces, showing great piety.

"Infinite Heavenly Lord."

"Taozu will bless you~"

The rosewood carriage was silent.

Several Taoist priests and boys wearing golden robes came out of several other yellow pear wood carriages following the carriage.

These people all have inferior spiritual veins, and have a faint spiritual energy flowing in their bodies.

They hold jasper vases with fresh willow leaves and branches in them.

Whenever they meet a mortal who kneels down and salutes, this group of people will pull out willow branches and throw a string of so-called holy water towards the mortal.

And this holy water is actually just ordinary water with low-grade spiritual wine added.

But because of the addition of spiritual wine, it has a miraculous effect on mortals to wake up and relieve pain.

This consolidated the image of Xianyun Temple as being able to exorcise evil spirits and protect the world.

This method is not considered clever. A true monk with a little knowledge can see through it at a glance.

But to the people of Qiu Yue, Xianyun Guan's actions were like a divine intervention.

*

"Senior brother, stop."

"No need to chase."

"Let's find an inn to stay in first."

Song Zhi led the horse and followed the rosewood carriage not far or near.

After seeing the carriage entering from the main entrance of the palace, Song Zhi waved to stop Zhao Muyang.

She took a deep look at the luxurious palace with thin dragon energy, turned around and left without looking back.

To avoid alerting the enemy.

It would be best for her and Zhao Muyang to remain still in response to any changes.

After all, who knows if Zheng Xi is as simple and arrogant as he appears?

If he is a scheming person, the inn where they are staying will not be peaceful tonight!

With this in mind, Song Zhi took out a golden bead and threw it to the innkeeper.

She successfully booked a room in this luxurious inn across the street from the palace.

"Brother, rest like a mortal."

“What is supposed to come, will come.”

In the guest room, Song Zhi glanced at the dark sky falling outside the window, stretched out his hand and yawned. He lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

Seeing Song Zhi breathing slowly and closing his eyes tightly, Zhao Muyang took out the spare bedding from the cupboard.

He made a bed next to the bed, and a floor mat was ready.

Although I don't know what Song Zhi wants to do.

But getting along with him for more than a year has made Zhao Muyang develop the habit of obeying Song Zhi's orders.

He wiped his face, muttered twice, and fell asleep.

As the candlelight flickered, both of them slept sweetly.

As for whether he is really asleep or pretending to be asleep.

It's a matter of opinion here.

*

At the same time, in the palace of Qiu Yue Kingdom.

In a Taoist temple built more luxuriously than the king's palace.

Zheng Xizheng personally escorted a little girl who was tied up with strings and slowly walked into it.

He knelt down obediently on the futon in the middle and whispered softly without daring to raise his head: "Master."

"The demon Wang Lu has been brought here!"

"Please accept it, Master." Zheng Xi tried his best to appear calm and decent.

Don't look at him being awesome outside.

In fact, in front of his master, Taoist Baimei, he is just an insignificant person.

There are not a hundred but fifty active disciples of Taoist Baimei.

He, Zheng Xi, is just the one at the end of the crane.

Now he can only be regarded as a nominal disciple of Taoist Baimei.

In order to become a registered disciple, Zheng Xi must make great contributions to Taoist Baimei or Xianyun Temple.

Going to the Nanliu Kingdom to escort Demon Queen Lu back was the first thing he showed his face to.

The second thing was to inform Taoist Baimei in advance of the two male and female monks he met on the way back.

"Song Zhi, Zhao Muyang."

"These are the names of the man and woman."

"They are from Nanliu Kingdom."

"What a coincidence, they actually met you."

"I suspect that those two people are helpers sent by Nanliu Kingdom to rob people!"

"Zheng Xi, you did a good job this time."

"You are the sixty-second registered disciple of this Tao."

"Go down and exchange the disciple tokens. I have my own arrangements for those two."

*

Late at night, several black figures climbed over the courtyard wall and rushed towards the guest room they were aiming at.

At the same time, the magnificent and peaceful Xianyun Temple is under the ground.

A little girl wearing Nanliu women's clothing was being forcibly tied to a wooden bed in a humiliating posture.

On the wooden bed, there was a soft leather with strange totems printed on it.

There was a creaking sound, and the closed door was pushed open from the outside.

A figure that surprised the girl slowly stepped in.

"grandfather??!"

"How could it be you?"

"Aren't you already dead?"

*

In the guest room where Song Zhi and Zhao Muyang lived, four tubes of powerful smoke were injected from the cracks in the window and door.

After waiting patiently for a stick of incense, the killers waiting outside cautiously and gently opened the door.

On a dark and windy night, people are killing people and setting fires.

The two people sent to assassinate Song Zhi were all well-known killers from Qiu Yue Kingdom.

They didn't know the target was a monk, but they heard there was a woman inside.

This group of people preconceived the idea that completing the task would be easy.

At this time, two bulges were seen under the bed, and faint breathing sounds appeared alternately. The mission target seemed to have been successfully knocked out.

The group of killers were immediately overjoyed.

Based on the killer code, they did not dare to rest assured early.

After looking at each other, they attacked in groups, holding swords, guns and sticks, and rushed towards Song Zhi and Zhao Muyang together.

"kill!"

A vicious roar sounded in the room.

The expected smell of blood and screams never appeared.

A group of people looked around in confusion, only to see the bulging body surrounded by them slowly sitting up.

"Master has an order."

"The visitor is a guest."

"You are not allowed to leave without permission."

A robotic male voice that spoke every word suddenly sounded in the room, which was instantly shocking and caused a lot of excitement.

The killer overturned.

Taoist Baimei knew nothing.

In the dark room of the underground palace, looking at the cute and pretty seven-year-old girl with fair and delicate skin, Taoist Baimei rubbed his hands, his face full of excitement and joy.

Luck!

Such a strong force of luck...

Coupled with the virgin body of a single water spirit root.

This girl is clearly the treasure that God opened his eyes and specially gave him to restore his cultivation and return to the world of cultivation! !