"You are actually a disciple of Thousand Demons Sect!" Luo Xuan said in disbelief.
On Guyun Mountain, Zhang Chan had not used the exercises, so at that time she could not tell whether Zhang Chan was a spiritual practitioner or a demon practitioner.
In addition, Zhang Chan was mixed with Lin Yanli, so she did not identify Zhang Chan as a demon cultivator.
Zhang Chan nodded lightly, bowed slightly in front of Luo Xuan, and said very seriously: "Let me introduce you to Fairy Luo again. I am Zhang Chan, the deacon of the Thousand Demon Sect Blood Demon Mountain Personnel Hall. I concealed my identity on Guyun Mountain at that time.
I have no choice but to ask the fairy not to blame me."
Luo Xuan shook her head slightly, forced a bleak smile on her face, and said: "Now that I am a prisoner, it is up to you whether you want to blame me or not, whether you want me to be killed or cut into pieces."
"What Fairy Luo said is wrong." Zhang Chan shook his head and continued: "Our Thousand Demon Sect is different from other demon sects. We treat prisoners preferentially and do not kill innocent people indiscriminately. As long as you can stay here with peace of mind and do not cause trouble,
After the war is over, we will let you fellow Taoists go home."
Zhang Chan spoke very loudly, not just for Luo Xuan to hear, but for the entire hall.
When he entered the hall just now, he noticed that the faces of the prisoners in the hall were somewhat determined.
These people are not low in cultivation. If they all died here, the Thousand Demons Sect would not be able to explain it even with a hundred mouths.
He said these words to give these monks of the Zhengyi sect a chance of survival and let them understand that as long as they stay here obediently, the Thousand Demons Sect will not do anything to them.
Sure enough, after Zhang Chan finished speaking these words, there was more discussion in the hall.
"Can you take what the disciples of the Thousand Demons Sect say seriously? Could it be that they are deceiving us by saying these things to make us let down our guard?"
"I don't know, die sooner or die later. I still prefer to die later. I'd better be obedient and stay well!"
"My mother told me that monks from the Thousand Demons Sect helped her plow the land, and I believe what he said."
There were many echoes in the hall.
Many monks are willing to believe Zhang Chan's words and stay in the main hall honestly, without the sheer thought of fighting to the death.
Luo Xuan's beautiful eyes flickered, and there was no trace of lying on Zhang Chan's face, so she could only sigh and lower her head.
"I believe what you are saying."
Zhang Chan nodded lightly, squatted down and said softly: "Actually, Fairy Luo Xuan does not have to suffer any injustice here. As long as the fairy is willing to abide by the rules of our Thousand Demon Sect, I can arrange a wing room for the fairy."
"No need, I'd better stay with these fellow disciples!"
Zhang Chan glanced at the women not far from Luo Xuan, and continued: "If all the fellow Taoists are willing to abide by the rules, we can arrange a private room together. After all, you are all women, and it is really difficult to stay here.
It’s too much inconvenience.”
Luo Xuan raised her head in surprise and looked at her classmates behind her.
One of the women heard that Zhang Chan was willing to provide them with a private room. She quickly moved to Luo Xuan's side, took Luo Xuan's hand and comforted her: "Sister, you are an acquaintance of this fellow Taoist. Since he is willing to provide us with a private room,
, that’s the best thing, let’s move in first and talk about the rest later?”
"Sister Luo Xuan, we are all sweating. Now our aura has been imprisoned, and the clothes are wet and uncomfortable. Since you have this relationship, you should fight more for the disciples in the sect."
Luo Xuan frowned, and finally relaxed after the persuasion of her fellow disciples around her.
"I agree, but sisters, please don't do anything inappropriate. We are prisoners after all. We must not trouble the monks of the Thousand Demons Sect and invite death." Luo Xuan raised a finger and said very
Seriously.
After finishing speaking, she glanced at the main hall, with sympathy in her eyes, and she slowly opened her mouth: "Since Fellow Daoist Zhang can provide us with a wing, other female monks in the hall also have inconveniences. Can Fellow Daoist Zhang also arrange it for them?"
Where is the wing?"
Hearing this, Zhang Chan was stunned.
He looked around and found that although there were not many female monks in the main hall, there were about a hundred of them. Although the Thousand Demons Sect's wing could also accommodate them, why did he arrange for these people to live in the wing?
"This..." Zhang Chan had a look of embarrassment on his face.
"Look, those female cultivators are so pitiful. In this unfamiliar place, their spiritual energy is imprisoned, huddled in a corner, and their body and mind are devastated. Can't Brother Zhang Chan help them?" Luo Xuan pleaded.
.
Zhang Chan hesitated and closed his eyes, Lin Yanli's smile replayed in his mind.
Opening his eyes again, he bowed his hands to Luo Xuan very solemnly and said: "Fairy Luo, please don't embarrass Zhang. It is beyond Zhang's authority to arrange a private room for the fairy and fellow Taoists."
"Sigh." Luo Xuan sighed. Seeing Zhang Chan's firm attitude and knowing that she couldn't convince him, she stopped talking.
"Then please Fairy Luo and fellow Taoists move over." Zhang Chan smiled and spread his hands.
Luo Xuan slowly climbed up from the ground, followed by her fellow disciples and walked out of the hall together.
After leaving the main hall, perhaps because they were less suppressed by the formation, the faces of these female cultivators became much rosier.
A young girl walked up to these female cultivators in small steps, bent down and bowed her hair, saying, "Little girl Jiang Shuiyue, please fairies follow me."
Luo Xuan looked at the girl in front of her and thought about it for a while.
Although she could not use the real energy in her body now, she could still see at a glance that the girl was just a mortal.
Everyone walked to the mountain road, looked at the bright lights in front of them, and couldn't help but open their mouths.
Luo Xuan walked under the street lamp, stood on tiptoes and took a closer look, then asked softly: "These iron poles have neither formations nor luminous stones inside. How do they shine?"
Jiang Shuiyue heard Luo Xuan's speech and scratched her head with her hand: "I don't know either. I can only ask the lady!"
Luo Xuan nodded and fell into silence again.
Thousands of Demon Sect disciples on the mountain road were in a hurry, and they did not remember Luo Xuan and this group of people in their hearts.
But what made Luo Xuan very concerned was that when Jiang Shuiyue saw these disciples, he would greet them with a hairpin salute, while those Thousand Demons Sect disciples would bow their heads in return after Jiang Shuiyue saluted.
There is no doubt that practitioners are nobler than ordinary people.
For practitioners, ordinary people are like ants on the ground.
This action of the Thousand Demons Sect disciples is undoubtedly the ant greeting the elephant. The elephant flicks its trunk to indicate that it is fine, and asks the ant back how are you?
If only one or two practitioners return the gift, then it can be said that these two practitioners have good character. But if all the practitioners return the gift to a mortal, then it is not as simple as having good character!
The group of people walked for about a stick of incense, and a female cultivator couldn't help but ask: "Where is the wing arranged for us, and when can we get there if we keep walking like this?"
After hearing this, Jiang Shuiyue did not pay attention to the rude behavior of the female cultivator. She raised her finger and pointed to a mountain in the distance and said: "Fairies, don't be anxious. The wing arranged for you is in Lihe Mountain and will be there soon."
The female nuns followed Jiang Shuiyue's hand and frowned.
If they weren't restrained, it wouldn't take them ten breaths to fly to the top of the mountain, but since their true energy was blocked and they couldn't use any spiritual energy, wouldn't it be torture to walk there?
"Are you kidding us? Do you know how long it will take to walk over, mortal!"
A female cultivator in scantily clad clothes had a hot temper. She grabbed Jiang Shuiyue by the collar and roared angrily.
Jiang Shuiyue tilted her head, and patted the hand holding her collar gently, with confusion on her face: "Why should we walk over?"