I really don't want to be a disaster

Where did Wang Xiaohu experience this kind of stimulation? He was holding on to Zen Master Withered Leaf's cassock the whole time, excited and scared at the same time.

Yi Lin sat on Jian Nanchun's Feijian's buttocks, very calm.

He is not afraid of falling, at worst he can fly by himself.

In fact, Yi Lin was secretly thinking about the principle of the flying sword's flight.

Yi Lin's flying with the help of telekinetic power is completely different from the flying sword's flying principle.

To give an example, it's like helicopters and jets.

One is to ascend with the help of air currents, and the other is to use jet streams to glide.

When Yi Lin was flying, she used telekinetic power to support her own weight to achieve the effect of flying, but the speed was not very fast.

And Feijian Feijian is really flying, very mysterious.

Feeling the speed of the flying sword, Yi Lin yearned even more for the techniques of cultivation.

He felt that this was an unfamiliar subject.For Yi Lin, the more unfamiliar the subject, the better, which means that it is full of various unknowns, which arouses his desire to explore.

"The attraction of knowledge lies in the endless unknown...?"

On the flying sword, Yi Lin muttered to herself.

When he raised his head again, the boy's eyes were full of enthusiasm.

……

along the way.

The old monk and Wang Xiaohu sat on the wooden fish ritual vessel, chatting endlessly.

He kept talking to Wang Xiaohu about the benefits of practicing Buddhism.

What can be pure-minded, without desires, without desires, inner peace, longevity and so on.

At first Wang Xiaohu refused and covered his ears.

But later, he was really tired from covering it up, and he couldn't help listening to a passage.

Zen master Kuye has a profound cultivation level. While manipulating the wooden fish to fly, he is as stable as an old driver, and at the same time, he can put his hands together and chant mysterious scriptures.

Listening to hundreds of meters away, even through the howling wind, the sound of "Amitabha, my Buddha's compassion, the six clean roots" pierced the eardrum like a mantra, Yi Lin admired the penetrating power.

"I don't know if Xiaohu can stand it."

Yi Lin secretly mourned for Wang Xiaohu for a moment.

three days later.

Four people fell outside a town.

This place is named Yecheng, which is one level larger than Shengping County.

Several people put away their magical powers, pretended to be ordinary monks, bought food and fresh water, and inquired about news in the city.

Jian Nanchun and Monk Dead Leaf have achieved great success in cultivation, they are almost bigu, and they can't die without eating for ten and a half months.But that's not the case for Yi Lin and Wang Xiaohu. When they grow up, if they don't eat or drink, they will starve to death.

Not long after Yi Lin entered the city, she suddenly remembered that she had no money.

So he could only sneak out of the city, and released three mother spirits to investigate around. I don't know if it was the other party's bad luck or Yi Lin's luck, so Yi Lin found a trace of thieves' activities twenty miles outside Ye City. .Following the footprints, Yi Lin felt it, ouch, it turned out to be a big fish, a gang of hundreds of robbers, powerful enough to occupy a mountain.

Yi Lin didn't bother to get involved in murder, so she sneaked into the robber group's warehouse, stole a package of silver, and walked away without leaving her name.

No wonder so many people like to act chivalrously, steal from the rich and give to the poor, it feels really good.

It not only enriches the pockets, but also enriches the spiritual needs.

Yi Lin's luggage was heavy, full of silver.

When he returned to Yecheng, he was full of dust and dust, and he didn't care about changing clothes and dressing up. He knew the car easily, straightened his back, and went straight to Wanxianglou alone.

Chapter 812

The Wanxiang Building in Yecheng is obviously a level higher than the Wanxiang Building in Shengping County.

The decoration is more luxurious.

There are four girls in front of the door attracting guests.

The gate is spacious, and there is an endless stream of slightly drunk guests.

Yi Lin kept her head silent and rushed in.

The girl at the door saw Yi Lin's strange eyes, and wanted to go up to her and ask about her background, but she didn't expect that Yi Lin's movements were so fast and skillful, and she collapsed in just one step.

They did not stop.

"So impatient?"

The girls at the front were all taken aback, but since they didn't stop them, they didn't stop. After all, Wanxianglou is a place of fireworks that opens its doors to do business, and there is no benefit in offending customers.

Entering the brothel, singing and dancing, the air of extravagance blows over your face.

Yi Lin looked around, and quickly recognized the shopkeeper of this Wanxiang Building.

Speaking of which, the shopkeeper of Wanxianglou is not too difficult to identify. She is the most charming and beautiful woman who looks like a veteran of flowers.

"Look at this baby of mine."

Yi Lin approached behind the woman, opened her skirt, and secretly revealed a corner of Chen Xiangling.

The shopkeeper of Wanxianglou in Yecheng, named Duan Niang, was dealing with customers when she was startled by the boyish voice behind her, but when she caught a glimpse of the "baby" exposed from the skirt of the boy's clothes, she felt even more surprised. He changed his face.

"Agarwood order?"

Dun Niang didn't say anything, and brought the ordinary young man who picked up music to the secret compartment.

With Chenxiang Order, Yi Lin didn't need to take any detours this time, and just expressed her intentions directly.

Dunniang looked Yi Lin up and down, and finally blushed a little, and said tentatively: "Forgive Dunniang for being bold, if you dare to ask whether the Shangxian is... Senior Linyi of Tianjianmen?"

Now Yi Lin was very puzzled: "You guys are so well-informed?"

When Duanniang heard Yi Lin's acquiescence, her face turned even redder, and those wonderful eyes sparkled, extremely alluring, as if they could drip water.Dun Niang covered her mouth and smiled, and answered irrelevant questions: "Senior Lin is in the industry... but he is quite famous."

What Yi Lin didn't know was that Xiu Niang deliberately broadcast the news of Yi Lin's "Jiujiro" in order to separate herself from the "news about the eldest princess".

The implication is that the reason why Xiu Niang gave the Chenxiang Order was not for other reasons, but because the young man was too strong, she couldn't stand it, and couldn't grasp it.

This news was too outrageous, so in just ten days, it spread to ten or ten to hundreds, and it spread in Wanxianglou's circle.

Everyone knows one thing.

A strange boy came out of Tianjianmen.

It seems ordinary, but it can be generous, and the key point is to be able to "nine times".

Tianjianmen has always been aloof and lonely, and has almost no contact with Qingluan tree. After all, the two Xuanmen are not on the same level.The appearance of Ke Linyi set the girls on fire.

This is the thigh of Tianjianmen!

"It's probably what Xiu Niang said."

Yi Lin nodded, without asking too much, he directly took out a large handful of heavy silver from his luggage, and scattered it on the table like throwing garbage.

When Duan Niang saw so much silver, her eyes straightened immediately, she looked directly at the young man in front of her, and instantly became hundreds of times more handsome, so Dun Niang clamped her legs tightly, with a shy and respectful expression, and asked the young man why he came.

……

After half an hour.

Yi Lin hurried out of Wanxiang Tower.

At the appointed time and place, Yi Lin meets Jian Nanchun again.

When they met, Zen Master Kuye was still holding onto Wang Xiaohu, persuading people to Buddha.

As soon as Jian Nanchun saw Yi Lin, he straightened his face and looked solemnly: "Let's go, I inquired about my junior sister. She passed by Ye City yesterday, and we are not far away from my junior sister and the others."

Yi Lin spoke leisurely, and the information she gave was several times more detailed than what Jian Nanchun had learned: "Fifty miles away, Mount Maloushan."

Jian Nanchun was taken aback: "How did you know?"

Yi Lin waved Chen Xiangling proudly in front of Jian Nanchun: "Senior brother, don't forget your specialty."

Along the way, every time Yi Lin deliberately called Jian Nanchun Senior Brother, Jian Nanchun deliberately did not answer.But this time, under his anxiety, Jian Nanchun couldn't care less about denying the relationship between "Senior Brother and Junior Brother". Now that Yi Lin had found out the news, he hurried out of the city with a few people.

They were in the bustling city at the moment, when Yi Lin called out "senior brother", Jian Nanchun did not deny it, and it confirmed the relationship between the two of them as seniors.

In the market alley, countless seemingly inconspicuous people quietly took this scene as news and spread it, and it was quickly spread back to Wanxiang Building.

Now, Yi Lin's identity in the circle is even more confirmed, and no one doubts it anymore.

……

As soon as they left Yecheng, Jian Nanchun and Zen Master Kuye sacrificed magic weapons at the same time, and took off.

Wang Xiaohu originally wanted to step onto Jian Nanchun's flying sword, but Yi Lin pushed him into the arms of Zen Master Withered Leaf.

Wang Xiaohu stared blankly at Yi Lin, his expression seemed to be about to cry blood.

The two monks headed west all the way with two calves who had just left the rivers and lakes.

Malou Mountain is located in the west of Yecheng. According to legend, there are monsters everywhere at night, so there are legends that monsters are entrenched, and ordinary people dare not approach it easily.

Fifty miles away, for the two monks, it was within a blink of an eye.

In less than half an hour, the four of them flew all the way to the sky above Malou Mountain.

It turned out that not only at night, but also during the day, the place was shrouded in waves of mist.

When approaching the sky above Malou Mountain, Jian Nanchun and Kuye Zen Master's expressions changed at the same time, and they landed at the same time, landing on the periphery of Malou Mountain.

"Have a demonic aura?"

Yi Lin noticed the strange movement of the two of them, so she couldn't help asking.

What he actually wanted to say was, it’s not like that!

Although Yi Lin is not very familiar with Xuanmen cultivation methods, the aura around Malou Mountain is quite different from that of Qingniu Mountain.

The entire Qingniu Mountain has a demonic smell from the tigress Bai Chuchu all over the mountains and plains, but this Malou Mountain does not have that smell.

"No," Jian Nanchun and Zen Master Kuye looked at each other and shook their heads: "Someone set up a trap here."

"Amitabha," Zen Master Kuye clasped his hands together, and said a Buddha's name: "Someone has set up a trap here. In my humble opinion, it looks like a method of magic."

"Ma Luo Temple? This is impossible." Jian Nanchun actually felt that it was a magic method, but he turned pale, shook his head, and said expressionlessly: "Thousands of years ago, Buddhism, Taoism and magic came to the three gates, Yan Fuzhou, Mo Luo The palace and the Heavenly Sword Sect have already made a contract, never to get involved in the secular world, and not to intervene in secular disputes, otherwise the other two sects will encircle and kill them. For thousands of years, the disciples of the upper three sects have all abided by this thousand-year agreement. Not violated. How could Mo Luo Temple take the risk of offending our Heavenly Sword Sect and Yan Fuzhou to cause chaos in the secular world?"

The upper three gates represent the top forces of Buddha, Taoism, and Demons, namely Yan Fuzhou, Tianjian Gate, and Demon Hall.

Whether it is a human monk or a demon, in this circle, no one knows these three names, and all demons know them.

Even though the Yusan family has rarely stepped out of the mundane world for thousands of years, there are still sporadic legends left behind.

Jian Nanchun is well aware of the industry rules.

He knew that Shangsanmen had signed a thousand-year agreement.

This agreement ended the millennium-long struggle.

In the past 1000 years, the world cannot be said to be peaceful, but the upper three sects are far away from the secular world and develop secretly.

When Zen Master Kuye mentioned Momen, Jian Nanchun instantly remembered this long-lost name.

His qualifications are still young, and he has only heard a few words occasionally from the mouths of the elders in the Mara Palace.

But even that few words were enough to make Jian Nanchun realize the horror of Mo Luo Temple.

Leaving aside strength, the people in Mo Luo Palace are complete demons.

They acted in a ruthless style, acted recklessly, without restraint, and when they disagreed with each other, blood flowed like rivers.

Zen Master Kuye said again: "Since the millennium agreement, the Demon Hall has been hiding from the world, and the rest of the Demon Sect have no choice but to withdraw from the Central Plains. Or, across the vast sea, to the Nanfangbuzhou. It stands to reason that in the Daqing Dynasty, the Demon Sect was on the decline, and their whereabouts were rarely seen."

Listening to the conversation between the two, Yi Lin gradually completed the situation of the world in her mind.

At this time, Yi Lin saw that Zen Master Kuye and Jian Nanchun were saying something like "this is unscientific", so Yi Lin couldn't help laughing, and inserted a sentence: "The world is prosperous, everyone Going for profit. As long as the benefits are given enough, nothing is impossible. Look at my senior brother, hasn't the Heavenly Sword Sect, which stands high above, appeared in the secular world?"

Chapter 813 Chao Rushuang

Zen Master Kuye and Jian Nanchun looked at each other.