"After thinking about it, he is the only one."

"It's true that it's not that easy to kill him!" Wusheng sighed.

Thinking about it, he was able to escape from the monks of Lanruo Temple. His cultivation level was only one aspect, and his mind must be very agile. After a hundred years of endurance and cultivation, he finally began to be ready to move.

First, he used a knife to kill someone, threw a stone to ask for directions,

The reason why he didn't come was because he didn't know much about the current situation of the monks in Lanruo Temple. After a hundred years of re-entry, his own cultivation was also relatively low, otherwise he would have come in person.

"It will be a problem to hide in the dark after all, such a person."

"Don't tell your uncle after you go back to this matter." Kongxu said.

"I know." Wusheng understood the master because he was afraid that Monk Kongkong would be too worried and worsen his condition after hearing this.

After returning to the temple, Wudou held the iron rod in front of the hall, and when he saw them coming back, he took the initiative to meet them.

"Uncle Master, Junior Brother, what happened?"

"Someone is here to hunt for treasure."

"Treasure hunting, where are people?"

"Saved." Wusheng Dao.

Oh, Wudou responded after hearing this and nodded.

"My uncle isn't awake?"

"No, I'm sleeping very hard." Wu Ang said, he had just gone to the outside of the Zen room to see it.

"Then don't bother him."

"OK."

Wusheng did not return to his meditation room, but came to the hall with Monk Kongxu, lit an incense candle, and the master and disciple sat opposite each other.

"Master, what is the origin of this Jiuyou Sect?"

I have encountered it several times before, but I didn’t ask in detail. I just thought it was an evil practitioner and was still far away from me. I didn’t expect that I actually came to Lanruo Temple today, so I have to pay attention to this!

"The Jiuyou Cult has a history of hundreds of years. Its predecessor was the Hundred Ghost Sect that was popular in Yizhou and Jiaozhou. The believers advocate ghosts and practiced some methods of detaining ghosts and deporting gods on weekdays. Later, it gradually evolved into the current Jiuyou Cult, and believed in the Netherworld Emperor."

"Emperor Netherworld, where is the origin?"

"Where is coming? We may be sitting down." Monk Kongxu lowered his head and pondered for a while, then pointed at his feet.

"Ah, Rakshasa King?!" Wusheng was stunned at first and then understood the meaning of the empty words.

"No, right?!"

"When I was in the palace, I once saw the portrait of the Nether Emperor whom they believed in in an ancient book. It has three heads and six arms, and its whole body is red, which looks like the Rakshasa King."

OK, the one they believe in is crushed to the underground of Lanruo Temple. If they know about it, that would be great? This matter is so big!

"Then they didn't know that our temple was suppressing the Rakshasa King?"

"Only a few people know the true secret of Lanruo Temple in all dynasties. Even at its peak, the monks in the temple only knew that there were demons suppressing under the temple. As for what it was, most people didn't know. Even if it was like this in their own temple, let alone outside."

"Besides, the Jiuyou Sect is an unyielding evil cultivator who tries to introduce the evil ghosts of the underworld into the world. The attitude towards them in all dynasties has always been two words to wipe out. Therefore, they have always been curled up in the mountains in the southwest corner, but about 154 years ago, an amazing guy appeared in the Jiuyou Sect."

The master and disciple were saying this, and the monk Wudou also came and sat aside and listened quietly.

"The man called himself the son of the Netherworld, and outsiders called him the Netherworld. He claimed to his subordinates that he would welcome the Emperor of Netherworld back to the world. Moreover, he had a high level of cultivation and was good at winning people's hearts. The Jiuyou Cult developed very quickly in those two states."

"Welcome the Emperor of Netherworld back to the world? He is already in the other person, but he is just dead! I can't understand what they want and what can they get? It's just a simple belief?"

"Of course it's not just faith. According to the Jiuyou Cult, the Emperor of Netherworld commands Netherworld and controls reincarnation. If he can welcome him to the world, his believers will transcend and not enter reincarnation."

"I believe in this? I still control the underworld. Can the King of Hell be arranged in the underworld? The Buddhists also say that those who believe in Buddhism will go to the Western Paradise after their death and will not suffer from the suffering of reincarnation. After their death, they will go to the Lingshan Paradise after their death?"

"How did I know? I haven't been there yet." Kongxu said.

"However, I have been to Yizhou, and there are still many people who believe in the Jiuyou Cult. They really believe that Jiuyou Cult is very good to believers in some places and will help them cure diseases and solve their difficulties."

"There is also this matter. I saw that they were very confusing. That was to win people's hearts. After all, it was the base camp."

Wusheng remembered his experience of going down the mountain to find the "Treasure of King Yu". In that slaughtered village, he met a person from the Jiuyou Sect and saw with his own eyes how that person bewitched the woman with a dead heart and how he led her into the devil's path.

"These are all empty. In fact, the Youmingzi didn't know where he got a very powerful method of practice, which needed to absorb the ghost energy of the Netherworld."

I just said, so that's the case!

"If they knew that we had the body of the Rakshasa king here, they would definitely come?"

"Spend no effort and cost, swarmed in. The body of the Rakshasa king itself was condensed by the evil spirit. If the Youmingzi knew, he would probably come in person." Monk Kongxu said.

"What kind of cultivation level is Youmingzi?"

"I don't know what kind of cultivation is now. Thirty years ago, he once met with the Shushan Sword Saint and was killed by the Shushan Sword Saint."

"What does this mean? What realm? Why does it sound like an arm cut off is still amazing?"

"Shushan Sword Saint can kill the human immortal with a sword, so being able to leave alive under his sword is also considered a kind of glory and a symbol of strength." When Monk Kongxu said this, he turned his head and looked out the window with a deep look, as if he was recalling the past.

"Can this be considered a symbol of strength?"

"That's not counting? You question it because you have never seen the sword of Shushan Sword Saint."

"It seems like you have seen it." Wusheng curled his lips.

"I've seen it."

"Oh, what does it look like?" He has heard of the name of "Sword Saint" more than once.

In fact, no matter which era or world, this name is destined to be an extremely lonely existence, which makes people yearn for it!

"Just like this, one dragon, two parts of the body and head." Monk Kongxu said, and waved his hand lightly.

"That's not a dragon, it's a real dragon after the tribulation."

"Slay the dragon with one sword?" Wusheng was stunned after hearing this.

If you talk about anything else, you have not had a real experience. For example, human immortals know that human immortals are rare great monks, with high cultivation and great supernatural powers, but how powerful it is, it is just a description, and it depends on imagination. But dragons are different. Wusheng has never seen a real dragon, but has seen dragons without dragon transformation. And he has just passed by them and personally experienced their divine power. He is definitely not something he can compete with now.

That real dragon is even more amazing, even ten dragons are not as good as one dragon.

The sword saint was even more amazing when he slashed the dragon with one sword.

"If you say so, then Youmingzi's cultivation is almost the same as that of the True Dragon?"

"right."

"That's a human immortal, so that Youmingzi is very powerful?"

“Very awesome.”

"The Shushan Sword Saint is really, why didn't he kill him directly, leaving such a disaster in the world?" Wusheng said after hearing this.

I felt that my head was a little big again, and a single wisdom was enough to bear it. Now another Netherworld Son appeared.

"In order to block the sword saint's sword, he tried all his cultivation, so even though he was not dead, he was aborted. Even if he was extremely tall, he would not be able to return to his original state in the past few years."

"This is good news."

"I can only count. I have the same virtue as Monk Huiwu. I was once so awesome, but I ended up losing it and then making a comeback." Wusheng said.

"So, now there is another uncertain factor outside. Should we speed up, right?"

"Well, go back and prepare. Twenty days later, we will enter the formation again. However, this time the formation is definitely not as powerful as the last time. We have to rely on ourselves."

"Ter."

Although I felt that the pressure was a little more intense, the monks in the temple were still as usual.

Monk Kongkong wandered around the temple, occasionally disappearing for a while, and didn't know where he went, but the number of times and time were much less than before. Perhaps, he himself realized that with his current situation, it would be better to stay in the temple more often.

Monk Kongxu still held a wooden stick in his hand, and was constantly sucking the sky, or playing chess with himself under the Bodhi tree, and liked to sleep and read books as usual.

Monk Wudou no longer danced with stone pier, but went to the back mountain to move huge rocks.

Wusheng, who was originally a little nervous about the matter of Jiuyou Cult, saw that the other people were still the same as before, and his mood also relaxed a lot, and this emotion would also be contagious.
Chapter completed!