Cui Guo followed U Tan Hua and reported in a low voice: "Your Majesty, according to reports from spies, Demon Lord Su Li and Xuan Zhen Guan have been in frequent contact recently."
"Oh? Xuanzhen Temple?" Youtan thought, "If I remember correctly, Xuanzhen Temple is the Taoist temple where Xie Daowen lives."
Cuiguo said: "Yes, you kidnapped Xie Daowen to be used as a hostage. Xuanzhen Guan has already restrained itself a lot. We no longer hear about the kidnapping of women from good families to make furnace cauldrons."
"Then it can only be Su Li who is causing trouble. Is she finally going to show her fox tail?" You Tanhua narrowed his eyes dangerously.
Youtanhua was born with a demonic body and possessed the red lotus fire. He soon cultivated to become the first demon in the Nanyang world, overwhelming all demons. Youtanhua wanted to control the magic mountain, but Su Li was the first one to fail through force.
The devil who surrendered to him on his own initiative.
Thinking of this, Udanhua showed a bloodthirsty smile.
It was already close to noon when Mu Fusheng woke up, and there was a faint, fiery aura unique to Utanhua lingering around him.
The demon's mind immediately scrolled through the 10,000-word storybook. The most upright Buddhist cultivator was pressed on the bed and rubbed by the Lord... Unknowingly, his face turned red with embarrassment.
Mu Fusheng clasped his hands together with an ascetic look on his face: "Amitabha, the female donor has something to tell you."
It's okay, don't look at the little monk with a red face, okay?
Only then did the demonic messenger come to his senses and said in a panic: "Sir Mu, the Lord asked me to tell you that there are still a group of monks in Liuxian Pavilion who are unwilling to come down from the mountain. If you are willing, you can deal with them as you please."
The demon roared crazily in his heart and dealt with it at will! This further illustrates Venerable Mu’s status in the Lord’s heart!
"Amitabha, the young monk understands."
Mu Fusheng automatically ignored the wonderful expression on the demon's face and headed towards Liuxian Pavilion alone.
Liuxian Pavilion is located on a independently developed mountain peak. It is a private area that is completely different from other peaks in the Demon Mountain. On weekdays, there are very few demons coming in and out.
Mu Fusheng was walking along the forest path and smelled an unusual smell.
This breath is sweet and alluring, revealing a gentle and lustful feeling.
Mu Fusheng frowned and walked up quickly.
The door of Liuxian Pavilion was closed tightly, and Mu Fusheng was about to knock on the door when he heard three or two screams coming from inside.
"Come on, come and play with me!"
"Well, you tickle me so much..."
The tall and straight body was startled, the voice was clearly that of Youtanhua!
Mu Fusheng pushed the door open without thinking, and the sweet and lustful smell inside the door became even stronger.
Under the peach blossom tree in the courtyard, You Tanhua was wearing a light gauze dress, with beautiful eyebrows and frivolous eyes, leaning enchantingly on a chaise longue that was transformed from peach blossom wood.
Song Lan was leaning in her arms, her cheeks flushed, and she was feeding You Tanhua with a glass of wine.
Although Xie Daowen was sitting calmly on the corner of the imperial concubine chair, his hands were actually caressing You Tanhua's slender feet.
There were also two or three handsome men nestling next to Yu Tanhua.
Youtanhua drank the wine given by Song Lan, licked her red lips, and said charmingly: "Little monk, you must have all the joy in life to be successful. Since you are here, why not get into my arms?"
A wave of restlessness rushed straight to Mu Fusheng's forehead. He felt that the sweet fragrance in the air became stronger, making his heart panic.
"Little monk, are you afraid? What kind of precepts and rules should you abide by? How can I have the fragrance of this deity?"
Suddenly, an invisible hand grabbed Mu Fusheng's collar and dragged him directly to where Youtanhua's breath could be heard.
Mu Fusheng could barely keep his figure, he closed his eyes, and formed a seal with his hands: "Ji Shou takes refuge in Emperor Su Xi, bows with head and face to Qiju Hao, open!"
In an instant, the golden light on Mu Fusheng's body surged, but he still recited without listening: "I now praise the great Zhunti, but I only hope that you will be protected by compassion, Na Wu Sa Duo Nan, San Miao San Bodhisattva..."
As the scriptures were recited word by word, the fragrance in the air became lighter and weaker, and golden light spread out layer by layer with Mu Fusheng as the center.
"Impossible! Impossible! With your cultivation as a Canaan Venerable, you can actually break my gentle land of dreams and dreams!" Yu Tanhua's voice in the air slowly turned into a fierce female voice.
Then with a "pop" sound, Demon Lord Su Li spit out a mouthful of blood and knelt down under the peach blossom tree.
Xie Daowen was the first to wake up. He looked at his hands in confusion, as if the delicate touch just now was still there. When he saw Mu Fusheng who was meditating and chanting sutras under the peach blossom tree, and Su Li who fell under the peach blossom tree, everything changed.
It's clear.
They fell into the illusion of Demon Lord Su Li: a gentle land of drunkenness, dreams, and death!
He picked up the whisk and threw it towards Su Li. The whisk was instantly stretched and wrapped around Su Li's neck. Xie Daowen shouted: "Demon Lord Su Li, you are so brave, you actually dare to use the Lord to lead me into the illusion!
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Mu Fusheng still closed his eyes and recited the scriptures, and more and more people woke up.
Su Li ignored Xie Daowen and stared at Mu Fusheng with her scarlet eyes: "There has never been a Buddhist cultivator who can break through my illusion. Monk, how did you break it?!"
The golden Buddha light around Mu Fusheng slowly dissipated, and he opened his eyes leisurely: "My heart has no sense, and my desires are escaping. Amitabha, this demon king, your illusion cannot transform one ten thousandth of the splendor of the Lord.