From the fake emperor to the concubine

The driver silently took a pure gold footrest from the side and placed it next to the carriage, his movements skillful and respectful. The footrest was carved with complex cloud patterns, and the edges were inlaid with tiny gems, which sparkled in the sun.

Feng Tianji didn't even look at Meng Feiyang and walked straight towards the carriage.

The luxurious brocade robe swayed gently in the breeze, and she got into the car gracefully and calmly: "If you don't want to sit, you can run after me. I won't force you."

Meng Feiyang curled his lips and jumped onto the carriage as agile as a cat.

He squeezed into the carriage nimbly and nimbly, and patted the cushioned seat beside him: "It's just a joke. It would be a waste if you don't take such an expensive carriage."

As he spoke, there was a cynical smile on his face.

Feng Tianji moved aside impatiently, and the silk cushion made a slight friction sound.

He casually took out a white jade wine jug from the secret compartment of the carriage and threw it over, and the jug drew a graceful arc in the air.

Before the cork was opened, Meng Feiyang sniffed and said in surprise: "Tianquan Qinglu, this is a good wine."

He greedily sniffed the faint aroma of wine wafting from the mouth of the pot, and his Adam's apple rolled unconsciously. The reason why he was willing to be Feng Tianji's bodyguard was because he never lacked good wine for him.

He pulled out the cork and began to drink from it in big gulps. The amber wine flowed down the corners of his mouth and wet the front of his shirt.

The neighing of a horse was heard, and the sound was a bit wild like that of a beast, shaking the leaves on the roadside rustling.

The golden carriage started to move slowly, and its wheels made a dull sound as they rolled over the bluestone road.

The coachman did not drive the carriage, but stood respectfully beside it, watching the carriage go farther and farther away.

The golden carriage was speeding up, and the golden bells on the carriage made rapid and crisp sounds.

In just a few breaths, it went from moving slowly to moving as fast as a meteor, leaving a golden afterimage on the official road.

Despite being going at such a fast speed, the carriage was surprisingly stable. There was no shaking at all, and even the wine in the glass did not have any ripples.

Fanyin Temple.

The situation here was quite different. The ancient temple was shrouded in a peaceful golden light, and several birds on the eaves were startled and flew high into the sky.

At this time, the temple was already packed with monks, and it was crowded with people, and it was a dark mass.

Not only in the rooms of the temple, but also on the stone tables in the courtyard and even on the branches of the ancient banyan tree, there were many people standing. Those monks were either sitting or standing, with different expressions, but most of them looked anxious.

Moreover, at the temple gate, there were many monks riding their magic tools and rushing towards the Fanyin Temple.

Streams of light of various colors streaked across the sky, as brilliant as a meteor shower.

The monks who entered the Fanyin Temple all restrained their usual tempers and became quiet and polite.

This is not because they fear gods and Buddhas.

In the eyes of most cultivators, gods and Buddhas are nothing more than cultivators with slightly stronger strength.

They were afraid of angering the monks of Fanyin Temple.

If you observe carefully, you will find that although the temple is crowded with monks, these people are vaguely divided into small groups and gathered together.

In the center of every group of monks, there is a monk sitting cross-legged and chanting scriptures.

There was a faint Buddha light on the heads of those monks, and the Sanskrit sounds they uttered formed golden runes that circled above their heads, helping them to dispel the evil spirit.

The endless Buddhist chanting, like the gurgling of a stream, easily soothed the restless minds of the monks who were corroded by the evil spirit.

The sound of the chanting seemed to carry a magical power, which gradually calmed down the monks with red eyes and distorted faces.

If we really anger these monks and take them away, who will drive away the evil spirit from them?

Among the three major orthodox sects, Fanyin Temple is closest to Hehuan Sect, so the monks here are naturally more seriously affected.

Outside the mountain gate, there was still a steady stream of monks arriving.

Some of them were flying with swords, some were supporting each other, and everyone's face had an expression mixed with pain and hope.

Many people's robes were stained with blood, and some people's fingernails still had traces of flesh and blood from fighting with their companions.

In the main hall, green smoke curls up from the incense burner and the golden Buddha statue appears particularly solemn under the candlelight.

The head monk of the Discipline Hall, Zhenru, frowned, and his fingers kept moving the Buddhist beads under his wide monk robe. His deep voice was filled with obvious worry: "Master, more than 300 people just came, and the temple is almost unable to accommodate them."

The head monk of the Dharma Hall, Zhenxing, added, "What's more troublesome is that the monk in charge of receiving guests just now discovered that after someone exorcised the evil spirit, they actually had evil intentions towards the magic tools in the temple."

"Fortunately, it was discovered in time, otherwise it might not have caused such a big mess."

Abbot Zhenjing sighed, and his old fingers gently stroked the well-read "Pure Karma Sutra" on the table. There were obvious signs of wear and tear on the corners of the sutra.

"Master, I'm here to pick you up!" A voice sounded in the main hall.

All the monks in Fanyin Temple were stunned.

None of them had ever heard that the host was going out at this time.

Zhen Jingxiu handed a string of Buddhist beads to Zhen Xing.

"If I don't return in three days, you will be the abbot of Fanyin Temple." His voice suddenly became unusually clear, and every word seemed to be engraved in everyone's heart.

Shocked, the golden thread on his robes glowed faintly in the sunlight. He turned to the Buddha statue and bowed deeply.

Before the true nature could respond, it felt a bright golden light before its eyes.

When the golden light disappeared, the old monk Zhenjing had also disappeared.

A dozen miles away from the Fanyin Temple, a golden carriage was speeding along the official road. The wheels rolled over the bluestone road, making a crisp clattering sound, startling the birds in the bushes by the roadside.

Meng Feiyang leaned against the carriage and casually lifted the curtain embroidered with gold thread.

The scenery outside the window that was rapidly receding turned into a blurry block of color in his eyes. He raised his head and took a sip of wine. The strong smell of alcohol filled the carriage. Meng Feiyang smacked his lips and asked in confusion: "Aren't we going to deal with the extraterritorial demons? If we continue running at this speed, by the time we get there, the daylily will be cold, right?"

The carriage suddenly paused. Meng Feiyang frowned, and suddenly, a kind-looking old monk entered the carriage. "I am deeply sorry for delaying the journey of the two donors."

The lotus patterns embroidered on the monk's robes swayed gently in the wind.

Although the old monk in front of him looked kind and did not seem threatening.

But Meng Feiyang instinctively felt that the old monk was not simple.

Fine beads of sweat oozed from his back, and the hand holding the hilt of the sword trembled slightly. It was a trembling feeling like being stared at by a ferocious beast, a feeling he had never experienced even when he sneaked attacked the great master who transcended the tribulation.

Feng Tianji chuckled and reached out to hold down Meng Feiyang's tense arm.

"Don't worry, this is Master Zhenjing, the abbot of Fanyin Temple."

hiss!
Meng Feiyang couldn't help but gasp, feeling his throat tighten. The strong aroma of wine in the car became a little pungent, making Meng Feiyang blink his sore eyes.

He could sense the power of this old monk, but he never expected that this person was the elusive abbot of Fanyin Temple. Master Zhenjing's eyes were as calm as water, but Meng Feiyang felt as if he was seen through, as if all his secrets were exposed.

There were many rumors about his strength. Some said he had suppressed a great demon at the Spiritualization Stage with one finger, and others said he could bring dead trees back to life when he chanted scriptures.

Most people think that Zhen Jing is the best among the six major sects.

It’s a pity that Zhenjing has been concentrating on worshiping Buddha for more than a hundred years, and no one has ever seen him take action.

Meng Feiyang had only heard of Zhen Jing's name, but had never seen him in person. At this moment, feeling the pressure from the other party up close, he felt his heart beating like a drum.

After the initial surprise, Meng Feiyang couldn't help but feel the desire to challenge.

His fingertips gently stroked the patterns on the scabbard, and the internal Qi began to flow along the meridians.

For a sword cultivator, it is a rare opportunity to fight with such a master.

But before he could make any move, Feng Tianji suddenly threw a wine bottle at him. Meng Feiyang caught it reflexively, and the cold touch brought him back to his senses.

"I know what you're thinking," Feng Tianji looked at him with a half-smile, a warning in his eyes: "But it's best not to think about it, just drink your wine."

The idea of ​​challenging was interrupted, so Meng Feiyang gave up the idea. He curled his lips, uncorked the wine, and took a big gulp.

The spicy liquid slid down his throat, and the burning sensation made him temporarily forget his previous nervousness. The curtain fell again, blocking Master Zhenjing's smiling eyes.

The speed of the carriage suddenly increased, and except for a ball of golden light, people could hardly see the patterns on it.

Acacia sect.

Zheng Yi stood in front of the sect's main hall, his robe fluttering in the breeze. He frowned slightly, thought for a long time, and finally made a decision.

He raised his head, showing a harmless expression, and said innocently: "Sorry, I have never heard of this name."

"Do you know what he does? Or where he lives?"

Zheng Yi leaned forward slightly, pretending to listen carefully: "I can ask my disciples from the Hehuan Sect to investigate. Maybe they can help you find the person."

No matter what the relationship between this extraterritorial demon and Zhao Jingyuan is, it is best to pretend not to know.

If the two sides are enemies, the extraterritorial demons naturally have no reason to deal with the Hehuan Sect.

But if the two parties have a special relationship.

Once the extraterritorial demon knew that the woman had died at his hands, he might not get away with it so easily today.

"impossible!"

The sound of the Eye Demon was like a loud thunder, the sky and the earth changed color, and those little eyes kept turning, each one flashing a dangerous red light.

"She was the former head of the Hehuan Sect. How could you not know her?"

The huge eye of the Eye Demon began to gradually turn red. The sky seemed to be splashed with blood, and even the sunlight became distorted.

In an instant, the disciples of the Hehuan Sect felt as if the entire sky had collapsed.

Just now, many people were able to hold on. Now, almost everyone fainted.

Even Zheng Yi couldn't stand the indescribable pressure. His knees trembled slightly, and his back was soaked with cold sweat.

But he still maintained a decent smile, but his face turned a little pale.

"As if I were here in person!"

His heart moved, and the aura of the emperor gushed out, forming an invisible barrier around him, barely resisting the pressure from the extraterritorial demon.

Zheng Yi straightened his back and spread his hands innocently: "Sorry, I really don't know what you are talking about."

"This Hehuan Sect..." Zheng Yi pointed to the back and said seriously.

"There has never been anyone called Zhao Jingyuan." His voice was steady and powerful, his eyes clear and insightful.

"You were not deceived by this guy, were you?"

Zheng Yi spoke so convincingly that even the demon from outer space was fooled by his performance.

The pupils of the Eye Demon shrank slightly, and the red around it gradually faded. He began to doubt his own judgment.

"Could it be that I was really deceived by that damn woman?"

The beholder muttered, confusion and anger in his voice.

The distorted light in the sky began to return to normal, and the pressure on everyone's hearts slowly dissipated.

Zheng Yi secretly breathed a sigh of relief. The clothes on his back were soaked with cold sweat and stuck to his skin. Although the strength of this extraterritorial demon was extremely strong, it was not very smart.

Zheng Yi narrowed his eyes slightly and a barely perceptible curve appeared at the corner of his mouth.

This guy actually believed such a crude lie so easily.

Zheng Yi is considering his next opportunity.

Suddenly, the three-headed python turned around and ran away while Yuwaitian was not paying attention to him.

The huge body swam in a winding manner on the ground, and the friction between its scales and the ground made a harsh sound.

The huge body, as big as a mountain, seemed to be flying close to the ground at this moment, and the speed was so fast that Zheng Yi was stunned.

The three-headed giant python leaped hundreds of feet away in an instant, breaking all the grass and trees and raising dust wherever it passed.

It’s a pity that how could his little tricks be hidden from the extraterritorial demon who was looking down on him?

The huge main eye in the clouds turned slightly, and one of its small eyes instantly locked onto the three-headed python.

I saw that eye glowing with a strange red light, and the pupil shrank into a thin line, staring at the fleeing python.

Then, the eye broke away from the body and fell from the sky. He fell to the ground like a falling meteor, with a suffocating sense of oppression.

The three-headed giant python that was fleeing noticed something was wrong and stopped abruptly.

Three heads raised up at the same time, looking towards the sky. Frightened expressions appeared in the six vertical pupils.

The next moment, the eye of the Eye Demon smashed heavily on the ground in front of the three-headed giant python, raising a cloud of dust.

The shock wave spread outward from the point of impact, and the ground undulated like waves.

If the three-headed giant python had not stopped, it would have been smashed into a pulp by now, right?
Not only that, as the smoke and dust gradually settled.

At the spot where the eye of the eye demon had landed, there seemed to be a monster no smaller than the three-headed python, slowly standing up. (End of this chapter)