The evil woman cultivates immortality, and the whole clan offers sacrifice to the heaven

Chapter 189 Donor, please stay.

Meng Wan walked in the market, listening to the discussions around her, with a calm expression, as if these discussions had nothing to do with her.

However, she was too lazy to pay attention to the discussions. These people who were filled with righteous indignation suddenly changed their expressions after accidentally seeing her appearance.

It was as if an invisible hand was strangling my throat and I could no longer make any sound.

They recognized the person in front of them and knew that she was the Xuanyin Sect's new Blood Saint, Meng Wan.

Fearing that their previous discussions had been heard by her, they lowered their heads one by one to avoid retaliation.

Meng Wan noticed the reactions of these people, but was too lazy to waste time on such a trivial matter.

With a faint smile on her lips, she walked straight towards the shop opened by the Xuanyin Sect in the market town.

Inside the shop, a short and fat monk who had completed his foundation building was arranging pills on the shelves out of boredom.

When he saw Meng Wan come in, he was stunned at first, then he recognized her identity, quickly put down the work in his hands, and came forward with a nod and a bow.

"The Holy Son of Blood Dao has come to visit us. We are so sorry for not welcoming you in person. We are so sorry for not welcoming you in person!"

The short and fat monk had a big smile on his face and was rubbing his hands together, looking fawning.

"I want to find out some information about the Meng family in Qingsha County."

Meng Wan came straight to the point and spoke in a calm tone.

When the monk heard the news about the Meng family, a hint of understanding flashed across his face, but he quickly returned to normal.

"Son, please ask whatever you want to know. I will tell you everything I know!"

Meng Wan nodded slightly and asked directly, "What has the Meng family been doing recently?"

The short and fat monk quickly replied, "Meng Pingchuan, the head of the Meng family, is now in the middle stage of the Golden Core, and is currently the most advanced monk in the Meng family.

However, since the news about you, Saint Son, reached the Meng family, they seem to be a little... fearful."

The monk hesitated for a moment, looked at Meng Wan cautiously, and when he saw that her expression was calm, he continued.

“Recently, the Meng family has started to frequently contact the Jinyun Sect, seemingly wanting to climb up the big tree of the Jinyun Sect and find a backer for themselves.

It is said that they have already flattered an old ancestor in the Nascent Soul stage."

"Attach yourself to the Jinyun Sect? Attach yourself to an old ancestor who is in the Nascent Soul stage?"

A cold light flashed in Meng Wan's eyes, "What else?"

"Also, the Meng family has had a lot of newborns in the past year. It seems that the family members want to turn their fortunes around by giving birth to children with five spiritual roots."

Hearing the news, Meng Wan couldn't help but sneer in her heart.

The Meng family is really starting to get worried.

She has known one truth since she was a child.

As long as you are strong enough, the whole world will make way for you.

Even if you are born like an ant, as long as you are willing to climb and constantly improve the level of your life, one day you will be able to grow wings and soar into the sky.

"Well done, these are your reward."

The short and fat monk waved his hands in surprise, "How dare I accept the Holy Son's spirit stones for such a small matter!"

Meng Wan stared at the short and fat monk for a while, until he broke out in sweat and his legs were trembling, then Meng Wan spoke in a calm voice.

"Just keep it if I tell you to. Why are you talking so much nonsense?"

The short and fat monk then carefully put the things away and said, "Thank you, Saint Son."

"What's your name?"

"My name is Wu Daheng."

Meng Wan tapped the table lightly, "I'll remember you. If there is any movement or news about the Meng family in the future, remember to inform me as soon as possible."

"Yes, Lord Holy Son."

After leaving the shop, Meng Wan walked on the streets of the market, intending to go back to continue comprehending the secret technique.

However, after she had walked a few steps, a figure blocked her way. The man was wearing a moon-white monk's robe, with an upright figure and a jade-like face. He exuded an extraordinary temperament that made people feel holy when they saw him.

He had clear features, and was holding a string of Buddhist beads in his hand, looking at her with a smile.

"Please stay, benefactor. I see that you are full of karma and evil spirits. I am afraid that you will not have a good end in the end."

The monk's voice was clear and contained a hint of compassion.

Meng Wan frowned slightly.

She recognized the man at a glance. He was a Buddhist disciple from Xuanhu Temple named Xuan Ji.

It is said that he was born with visions and was the most Buddhist person in Xuanhu Temple in hundreds of years.

Although the power of Xuanhu Temple is not as strong as that of Xuanyin Sect, its Buddhist teachings have a natural restraint on the evil cultivators, making them very difficult to deal with.

Meng Wan had no good feelings towards Buddhists, and Xuan Ji cursed her to die a miserable death, which made her even less happy.

"Master, you got the wrong person."

Meng Wan spoke in a cold tone, and after she finished speaking, she walked around him and left the market.

Unexpectedly, Xuan Ji followed her like a dog shit plaster and persuaded her with a compassionate look on his face.

"Mr. Meng, the sea of ​​suffering is endless. It is better to turn back now. I am willing to help you escape from suffering."

Meng Wan felt a little impatient.

"Master, I have never met you before. Why are you so persistent? There are so many demon cultivators in the world. Just go and save them."

Xuan Ji smiled slightly and looked at Meng Wan calmly.

"Mr. Meng, you have such a heavy karma. Our meeting is predestined. Why should I go to such a distant place?"

Meng Wan paused and curled her fingers slightly in her sleeves.

The next moment, she summoned a blood-red sword and stabbed it straight into Xuan Ji's back.

Xuan Ji seemed to have anticipated this and dodged Meng Wan's attack with a flash of his body.

The Buddhist beads in his hand emitted a faint golden light, forming a barrier that blocked Meng Wan's sword energy.

"Mr. Meng, I was just chatting with you for a few minutes, why did you start a fight?"

Xuan Ji's voice was still calm, but with a hint of helplessness.

Meng Wan sneered and launched another attack.

The sword flashed like lightning, instantly turning into a bloody afterimage, carrying a fierce murderous aura, and pierced straight into Xuan Ji's face.

However, when the tip of the sword was only three feet away from Xuan Ji's face, a sigh was heard.

At the same time, the blood-red sword suddenly stopped, as if it had hit an invisible wall and could no longer move forward.

Xuan Ji lowered his eyelids, quickly flipped the Buddhist beads in his hand, and began to recite scriptures.

After a while, the blood-red sword began to hum and tremble, and the blood-red light on the sword began to flicker, as if it would go out at any time.

Meng Wan frowned secretly. This monk from Xuanhu Temple was indeed weird!
A body of Buddhist teachings could actually restrain her evil power!
She acted decisively, retracted the blood-red sword, and with her fingertips, a silent and invisible illusion quietly spread around.

Xuan Ji was about to speak to persuade him, but suddenly he felt the scene in front of him changed.

The once bustling market town disappeared, replaced by a magnificent palace.

There was singing and dancing in the hall, the sound of stringed instruments was endless, dancers in dimly dressed danced gracefully, and mountains of fine wine and delicious food were piled up.

A charming voice sounded beside his ears, "Master, why do you have to practice so hard? Wouldn't it be more fun to enjoy the prosperity of this world?"

Xuan Ji frowned slightly, silently reciting Buddhist scriptures in his heart, not being tempted, and soon he was able to break through the illusion.

The scene before his eyes changed again, turning into a sea of ​​blood and corpses, with wailing sounds shaking the earth.

A blood-soaked figure appeared in front of him, crying out sadly, "Master, save me..."

(End of this chapter)