He couldn't let the servant of hell continue to talk and lure him into the devil step by step.
Even if he is really born a devil, so what?
How can the Taoist heart of thirteen years be shaken by a demon with just a few words!
The purpose of the Underworld Servant is obvious. From the moment they met, he has been tempting Li Muchen to become a demon. Perhaps it is to make Li Muchen a puppet, or perhaps it is to test whether Li Muchen's identity is the person he is looking for.
No matter what, he cannot be allowed to succeed.
Even if he was really of the demon bloodline, Li Muchen would never accept this servant.
When the sleeping ancient thing in his bloodline slowly woke up again, Li Muchen no longer hesitated and killed the clone of Ming Servant with one sword.
When the shadow disappeared and everything in the ruins of the manor returned to normal, Li Muchen's state of mind also recovered.
He let out a tired breath.
He didn't waste much energy in today's battle. Killing the Shadow Demon was much easier than killing the Ghost King.
But he felt extremely tired, more tired than all the previous battles combined.
Looking at the ruins in front of him, he felt like he was seven years old again. After losing his grandfather, he stood alone in the wilderness. How lonely and helpless he felt.
And at this moment, he was extremely lonely.
Why did the Li family disappear?
Am I a fairy or a devil?
Is mother still alive?
This series of questions lingered in his mind.
No one can help him.
He looked to the west, Master, where are you?
He wanted to fold a paper crane and let the blue bird pass the message to ask the master.
But he knew very well that he could not ask his master about these matters. Even if he asked, his master would not tell him.
Master leads us in. Cultivation is an individual matter. You have to understand your own practice by yourself. You have to resolve your own cause and effect by yourself.
There was another point that aroused doubts in his mind.
If he is really the reincarnation of a demon, it is impossible for his master not to know about it, and it is impossible for the blood of the demon to survive the refinement of the Ten Thousand Immortals Sword Qi.
But my body will not deceive myself. What is the ancient power that is gradually awakening in the blood?
What about the dance of the devil that he saw when he was learning Xuan Ming Sword Technique?
Li Muchen stood on the ruins and did not move for a long time.
He didn't move, and Ruping behind him didn't dare to move, nor did the people in the house at the gate of the manor in the distance. They were just anxious and didn't know what was going on here, but no one dared to come and ask.
Li Asi, on the other hand, bravely walked over and gently poked Li Muchen on the shoulder: "Master Li! Master Li! Are you okay?"
Li Asi's actions frightened Na Ruping, and he wanted to curse, but suddenly he remembered that Li Asi was no longer from that family. For him to scold Li Asi now was equivalent to scolding the Li family's security guard.
Given his courage, he wouldn't dare to scold the Li family's security guards. He knew very well that in the future, that family could only hug the Li family's thighs, and even hugging the thighs had to be careful, because this thigh could really be dangerous at any time.
The ability to trample you to death.
Ruping opened his mouth and swallowed the words that came to his lips.
Li Muchen turned his head, looked at Li Asi, and said with a smile, "Aren't you afraid of me?"
Li Asi did not avoid his gaze and said, "I'm afraid! But I'm even more afraid that you will die."
Ruping's heart was about to jump out of his throat.
Li Muchen was stunned: "Why?"
"You are my boss now, and I still have to earn money to go back to my hometown and build a new house for my parents. You promised me that you would make me more prosperous than the mayor."
"Hahaha……"
Li Muchen burst out laughing, and the loneliness and uneasiness he felt just now was gone.
He patted Li Asi on the shoulder, and then asked Na Ruping: "Can you hand over the key to Li's house?"
Then Ruping quickly said: "Of course, do you think it should be transferred to your personal name or the name of the company?"
Li Muchen thought for a moment and said, "This is a private residence, so let's transfer it to my own name."
Na Ruping said: "No problem, I will arrange for someone to do it. You don't need to worry about it. It's just that the transfer procedure is not that fast and it may take a few days. You can take the key first and I'll have someone deliver it to you right away."
"You don't have to give it to me, just give it to him. Let him go to work tomorrow." Li Muchen pointed at Li Asi.
Li Asi was a little confused and wanted to ask something, but Li Muchen had already walked away and knelt down to look at the injured Master Suolang.
Suo Lang was already injured during the fight with Na Ru'an, and he was hit with a backhand by Li Muchen just now. The injury worsened and he was lying on the ground unable to get up.
Li Muchen tapped Suolang a few times, helped him up and sat up, and took out a pill for him to take.
Suo Lang's complexion quickly turned rosy.
"Thank you very much."
Solan clasped his hands together to express his gratitude, but his eyes showed worry.
"Master Li, I am not as good as you in terms of magic power. I shouldn't say this, but your inner demons are very serious. If you don't get rid of them as soon as possible, you may be in serious trouble in the future. Master, if you don't mind, you can follow me to Baita Temple. My master will go there."
Demonic heart.”
Li Muchen smiled and said: "Thank you for your kindness, master, but I'm afraid your master can't help me either."
Suo Lang was startled, thinking of Li Muchen's sword strike just now, and he was still frightened. But he was very persistent and refused to give up, saying: "If my master can't do it, you can go to the Holy Land to ask for a master. There will always be someone who can cure you."
Even if you have inner demons, you can also take refuge in my Buddha..."
Li Muchen suddenly stopped smiling, stood up, and stretched out one hand. A golden light flew from the woods far away and fell into his hand. It turned out to be Solang's Vajra.
With a flick of his finger, the vajra plunged into the ground beside Lama Solam.
"When you become a Buddha yourself, come and save me."
After saying that, he turned back and left.
Lama Sonam stared blankly at the vajra that was sunk into the hard concrete.
When Li Asi saw Li Muchen leaving, he remembered that he seemed to have something to say, but he only blinked and found that Li Muchen had arrived at the gate of the manor. He blinked again and disappeared.
…
Lin Manqing was wandering around Panjiayuan.
She has been to the capital several times, but this is her first time visiting Panjiayuan.
The dazzling array of antiques and treasures really opened her eyes.
Although as the eldest daughter of the Lin family, she has seen many valuable things since she was a child, but she does not know how to appraise them and cannot tell whether they are genuine or fake.
What surprised her even more was Pan Jiayuan's "aura".
The antique market has an "aura".
Real antiques have their own unique flavor. And some things that have just been unearthed still have the unique smell of underground soil.
Most people can't feel one or two pieces, but if thousands of pieces gather together, the "aura" will be very powerful.
Although most of Panjiayuan's products are fakes, there are also many genuine and good ones.
Coupled with its extremely strong popularity, the aura here is very strong and complex.
Lin Manqing is now considered a beginner in spiritual practice and is naturally sensitive to aura.
She didn't know how to identify treasures, but she could tell where there were good things through the flow of her aura. She also used her newly formed weak spiritual sense to distinguish one by one, and she managed to find a few items.
It's just that she doesn't know how to bargain, and she doesn't understand the market. She doesn't know whether it's expensive or not.
But anyway, if you have money, you can do whatever you want. And Li Muchen also said that she should buy as much as she wants.
In fact, Lin Manqing understood that Li Muchen was testing her cultivation. But because she was his wife and not his disciple, she didn't say it clearly.
After shopping around, six figures were spent on her bank card, and Lin Manqing was still not satisfied. However, the small backpack she carried today was already full, and her magic power was not yet able to use the space ring given to her by Li Muchen.
Raising her hand and taking a look at the old silver ring that fit perfectly with her finger, Lin Manqing sighed.
She patted her backpack and said to herself: "Forget it, it's almost done. I should be able to explain these things."
At this moment, a slightly stout middle-aged man with a folding fan in his hand came over, stared at the ring on her hand and said:
"Girl, how much does your ring cost? I'll take it."