Rong Che was dumbfounded and showed a rare look of shock.
"This...give it to me?"
"Well, that's what Yan Feiying said."
Yan Qing was telling Yan Feiying's analysis to him, but Rong Che's intention to refuse suddenly softened.
He was also afraid that he would become a bloodthirsty and murderous person like the Demon Lord of Slaughter before.
He knew that no matter how determined his mind was, there would be times when he was powerless, just like when the Demon Lord of Slaughter occupied the sea of consciousness, there was always the possibility of his mind being taken away.
He has always only heard about what the demon world is like, and no one can be 100% sure that his or her character will not be eroded.
So Rong Che finally accepted Xuanyuan Fangyin, because he couldn't refuse the function of suppressing demonic nature.
Yan Qingzheng said that he should try to shed blood to identify its owner. Although Yan Feiying mentioned that the immortal weapon should not recognize its owner as a mortal, Yan Qingzheng had two immortal secret realms in her hands. She felt that since the treasure of the secret realm
If it can be recognized as a mortal item, then of course it can also be used if the immortal weapon has a spirit.
Otherwise, there would have been no such thing as the saying that immortal weapons are destined for each other.
And even if Xuanyuan Fangyin's weapon spirit refuses to recognize its master Yan Feiying or someone from Yan Zhengzong, it doesn't necessarily mean that he refuses to recognize its master Rong Che.
But Zhou Kehong shook his head: "Even if we don't mention the difference between immortals and mortals, just because Rong Che is a demon cultivator, this immortal weapon will not recognize him as its master!"
Seeing that Yan Qingzheng still disagreed, he couldn't help but continue: "Maybe it will come back to bite Rong Che!"
Yan Qing was thinking deeply when he heard the words, but Rong Che always only listened to his wife. The moment Yan Qing asked him to recognize his master, he had already started to force out a drop of blood. At this moment, his face was abnormal and his expression was painful.
Yan Qing was shocked when he realized that Xuanyuan Fangyin was vigorously resisting the penetration of Rong Che's essence and blood, obviously refusing to recognize his master.
"Rong Che, this is not going to work, please collect the blood essence quickly!"
However, Rong Che had already been caught up in the game with Xuanyuan Fangyin and could not hear any sound at all.
He was sweating profusely, veins were exposed on his forehead, and his whole face was flushed.
Yan Qing was worried and wanted to step forward to stop him from waking him up, but was thrown away by Xuanyuan's seal. Zhou Kehong was not spared due to the conflicting attributes.
However, Rong Che couldn't bear it anymore and fell to the ground with a "plop" and fell unconscious.
Yan Qing was getting up, regardless of the heavy feeling in his chest, and hurried over to help Rong Che up, but he couldn't wake him up.
At the same time, Xuanyuan Fangyin's entire body's light gradually faded away and fell on the ground aside, with no one paying attention.
Only Rong Che's essence and blood had nowhere to go, dripping and spinning in mid-air.
Rong Che once again entered his sea of consciousness. This was the first time he had entered here since the Demon Lord of Slaughter left.
The sea of consciousness was still empty, but just when he was wondering whether the Demon Lord of Slaughter had left a back-up in his sea of consciousness, he discovered that a simple gate appeared in the distance.
He walked over without hesitation, faced the dazzling golden light coming from the crack in the door, and reached out to push the door open.
After adapting to the strong golden light, I discovered that there was a deep corridor behind me. After I stepped into the corridor, the Sanskrit characters all over the corridor lit up with each step.
Rong Che was very surprised. Shouldn't what appeared in his sea of consciousness be magic patterns?
Why Sanskrit?
At the end of the corridor is a small door, which opens into a Zen room.
In a very ordinary Zen room, a young monk was sitting cross-legged on a couch and a futon. When he saw him come in, he opened his closed eyes, put down his clasped hands, stood up and said, "I am very happy to have friends from far away."
Rong Che saw the monk's majestic appearance and was stunned for a moment, then he suddenly realized: "Are you the weapon spirit of Xuanyuan Fangyin?"
The monk smiled, showing his snow-white teeth: "Although you are a demon cultivator, you are actually a smart person."
Rong Che turned cold and said, "Master, what you said is true. Is it possible that demon cultivators are all unintelligent people?"
The monk choked and turned to say: "As a demon cultivator, when passing through the demon-suppressing scripture formation, you should feel pain all over your body and a splitting headache, but you are okay!"
Rong Che thought about it for a moment, and felt warm all over at that time.
Then I thought, it turned out that this monk wanted to make things difficult for me.
Seeing that there was a futon opposite the monk, I walked over and sat down unceremoniously.
Knowing that he had entered the sea of consciousness again and must have been unconscious again outside, he was afraid that Yan Qing was worried, so he went straight to the point: "The Xuanyuan Fang Seal is now in my hands. I need you to recognize me as your master, so as not to be unable to use your full power in the future.
You are afraid of having your strength taken away by others at will, what conditions do you have?"
The monk was stunned, shook his head helplessly and said with a smile: "You and I are not the same, so why bother?"
Rong Che frowned and asked, "If you don't plan to negotiate with me, what are you going to do with me?"
The monk wondered for a while, and it seemed that he could not say that he was too lonely. After all, he was a monk and should be able to endure loneliness.
"Well, I just want to see who the poor monk is who dares to recognize Master Xuanyuan Fangyin as a demon cultivator!"
Rong Che was silent for a while and asked: "How can you still survive if you have no owner?"
"Why not? Are you a poor monk who is one of those secret treasures who need to rely on their masters to survive?"
Rong Che said "Oh" and said, "Since there's nothing else, I'll take my leave."
He stood up and was about to leave, but the monk couldn't figure out the way.
"You...what do you mean by the question you just asked? Are you just curious?"
"That's not true, I'm just checking to see if there's any possibility of negotiation."
"Negotiation? How do you want to negotiate?"
The monk was curious, and Rong Che didn't want to pay attention to him at first, but seeing that his attitude was not very firm, he thought it would be a good idea to try again.
He carefully observed this Zen room, which was actually very strange. After all, he came from the sea of consciousness, so it must be either the other party's sea of consciousness or the Xuanyuan Square Seal.
So...everything here is imaginary.
Look, the futon is still new, and the table looks like it has never been used.
Rong Che used his spiritual power to break the illusory formation without thinking.
The monk didn't expect it, so he easily broke the illusion.
The place suddenly turned into nothingness, with gauze curtains written with Sanskrit sutras and mantras hanging everywhere. Rong Che scanned all the gauze curtains, his eyes focused, and he quickly came under a gauze curtain and stretched out his hand to pull it down.
The monk saw it and shouted: "Don't move!"
Rong Che didn't care about him, turned around and raised the gauze curtain in his hand and said: "As a weapon spirit, the master has great ambitions!"
The monk became angry because of shame, but Rong Che added fuel to the fire and said: "After I go out, I must leave the Xuanyuan Square Seal in the lower world, and make a rule that no matter who it is, no one is allowed to bring the Xuanyuan Square Seal to the fairy world!"
The monk was furious and sent Rong Cheshuai flying out with a wave of his hands.
In Camp Mo, Rong Che, who was placed on the bed, suddenly coughed up blood, which made Yan Qingzheng anxious.
The last time Rong Che was like this, he was safe and sound. Why did he vomit blood in just a short time this time?
Zhou Kehong stepped forward to check and found nothing unusual.
Rong Che had just wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stood up: "Look, Master also has joy, anger and sorrow."
So he was kicked away by the monk again.
"Don't think that all monks are good-natured. Our vocation is to eliminate demons and protect the Tao!" The monk was also out of breath, not because he was tired, but because he was angry.
Rong Che spit out a mouthful of blood, but grinned and said, "None of the monks I have ever met have a good temper!"
This time the monk did not get angry, but was reflecting on himself. He should not get angry so easily.
"By the way, I don't know when the master came to live in the lower world. Have you ever heard of the Demon Slaughter Lord?"
The monk thought for a while and said, "I know that the Demon Lord of Slaughter once lived in your sea of consciousness, but his soul must have been gone. I just passed by your sea of consciousness and no trace of him was found."
"The Demon Lord has returned to the Demon Realm."
"What? Impossible!" The monk's face became serious, "He can't return to the demon world at all!"
Rong Che chuckled and said: "Master has never come out, but he knows a lot. But since you know so much, you must have heard of Miao Realm."
"Is it the one in Miao'er Mountain? Of course I've heard of it."
"The Miao Emperor of the Miao Realm is the realm of the Immortal King. When he followed his master, he had an old relationship with the Slaughter Demon Lord, so he lent the soul-nurturing tree to the Slaughter Demon Lord. Later, we passed through the space crack leading to the Demon Realm and used the teleportation array.
Fa, send the Demon Lord back to the Demon Realm."
Rong Che said it in detail. The more he said it, the easier it would be to win the monk's trust.
The monk was greatly disappointed: "You! Do you know what a heinous person he is? Why should you let him go!"
"What will happen if he goes back? If his strength cannot be restored to its peak, just using the name of Demon Lord will accelerate his death."
"Having said that, I'm just afraid of what might happen!" The monk shook his head. "And since you have such an opportunity to kill a demon, why do you let him go back? If you let the tiger return to the mountain, you will suffer the consequences!"
Rong Che tilted his head and asked, "I am a demon cultivator. What's wrong with letting the demon lord go back to the demon world?"
The monk choked and murmured: "Your righteousness always makes people forget that you are a demon cultivator!"
Rong Che's eyes darkened and he said: "This is fate, and I have nothing to do about it. In fact, I don't want to ascend to the immortal world..."
The monk softened his expression and said, "Even so, I can't recognize you as my master!"
Rong Che saw that his temperament was not that of a cunning person, so he decided to take a gamble: "In fact, I got the Xuanyuan Fang Seal, and I thought I was saved, but I didn't expect that the master was ready to risk his life and not save him!"
The monk knew that there was something wrong with Rong Che's words and he would fall into a trap if he answered them, but he still couldn't help but said, "How do you say this?"
Rong Che shrugged and said, "Master must have fully understood my situation. I am cultivating demons and am approaching my ascension, but my righteousness remains in my heart. But... what about after I ascend to the demon world? I can still retain this under the erosion of the demonic energy all over the sky.
Is it righteous?"
The monk looked solemn. He actually felt that Rong Che was a righteous person, so he was willing to meet in the sea of consciousness. He really didn't want to see Rong Che turn into a murderous demon.
Moreover, if such a determined person falls into the devil's path, it will be even more terrifying!
"You have great ambitions, but you are trapped in the body of a weapon spirit and can only follow the wishes of your master. Now that you want to inherit the legacy of your previous master, you must find a like-minded person to recognize him as your master, so that you can live up to your ideals!"
The monk nodded in agreement: "Indeed."
"And you only have the right to choose when you face mortals like us below. If you return to the fairy world and meet a high-level immortal, as a third-level immortal, you will be forcibly recognized as the master, no matter who he is.
What is the nature of a person’s mind, right or wrong?”
The monk said with difficulty: "Yes..."
"So are you going to keep your arrogance as an immortal and refuse to recognize me as your master, or are you going to wait for who knows how many years to return to the immortal world and rely on luck to recognize me as your master?"
Rong Che pressed forward step by step, causing the monk's thoughts to be confused for a moment, and he said randomly: "Of course you have to choose for yourself."
"So, when my candidate appears in front of you, why do you still hesitate?"
"I...I...I recognize you as my Lord!"
The monk suddenly slapped his bright forehead and shouted.
Rong Che was stunned.
"You...what did you say?"
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