Quick travel: Qing Leng host is forced to have sex with crazy criticizing wall-dong

This baby is different from ordinary children.

His whole body was white as snow, but there was a faint layer of black air lingering around him.

One eye is scarlet, and the other is a rare golden pupil.

Above the forehead, there is a pair of black curved... horns.

Putting his hands together, the old monk looked at the beautiful peasant woman who had expired beside him and recited Amitabha silently.

There is no doubt that this child is a hybrid of demons and humans.

Demonic horns and red pupils are the symbols of the demons in this world!

It was precisely because of this baby that the entire town was destroyed.

The old monk was supposed to kill the baby.

But he hesitated.

The reason that made him hesitate was the child's other pupil.

Golden pupils were extremely rare, and he had only heard rumors about them.

The golden pupils are the gods from the upper world who came down to earth to gain experience, just to calm the chaos in the small world!

In today's lower cultivation world, demons and evil spirits are rampant, and people are living in dire straits.

And because the spiritual energy is thin, it is difficult for monks to practice. Now, no one in the lower cultivation world has successfully ascended for a hundred years.

This baby born with half demonic blood may be the only hope for the lower world of cultivation...

The town suffered because of this demon baby.

But it was this demon baby that swallowed the demonic energy and protected the nearby towns from escaping disaster.

If the evil spirit continues to spread, the consequences will be disastrous!

"Amitabha, one thought can turn you into a demon, and one thought can turn you into a Buddha. I hope I make the right choice!"

After a long time, the old monk sighed, clasped his hands together and murmured.

He slowly walked towards the baby, stretched out his hand and gently tapped the baby's cheek.

"Giggle."

The baby with tearful eyes felt the warmth of his fingertips, and his eyebrows curved with a sweet smile.

That cute but weird face looks like a devil or a Buddha.

"From now on, please call me Baochen!"

Taking off his cassock, wrapping the baby in his arms, the old monk looked kindly and spoke slowly.

About an hour later, all the corpses in the town were gathered.

A raging fire was lit, and the monks gathered in a large circle and sat quietly on the ground. They closed their eyes and clasped their hands together, playing with the beads and starting to chant sutras to save the souls of the dead.

Half a month later, the demon baby was brought back to the largest temple in the lower realm - Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple.

That night, the most powerful monks in the temple sat around the main hall, banging wooden fish and chanting Buddhist dharma.

The old host cut his fingertips, and a steady stream of blood spilled from his index finger, dripping into the golden bowl filled with cinnabar.

After dipping the brush into the cinnabar mixed with his blood, he began to draw scriptures on the sleeping demon baby.

The cinnabar fell on the body, and the blood-red scriptures gradually turned into bright gold after drying.

This is the scripture absorbing the Buddhist teachings of the elders to form a formation that suppresses the demonic energy of the demon infant.

After the formation was completed, the demonic characteristics of the demon baby completely disappeared. Half of the baby's jade face was holy, but the other half was covered with ugly black birthmarks.

All the magic power in his body was concentrated on the right side of his face, suppressed by the golden pupils.

Once the world of cultivation knows that Wanfo Temple has adopted a demon baby, the consequences will be disastrous.

Everyone knew the dangers and spontaneously chose to remain silent.

In the blink of an eye, five years have passed.

Baichen became the youngest disciple in the temple.

The long pink jade carving on Xiao Baochen's left side shows the beginning of his beauty despite his young age.

Unfortunately, the beauty of the perfect face is ruined by the black birthmark on the right side. At first glance, it looks as scary as an evil ghost.

He is like a demon and an immortal, with the purity of an immortal and the unique charm of a demon that penetrates people's souls.

This is the age when cats hate dogs.

But Xiao Baichen was very cold, as if he didn't understand the seven emotions and six desires. He spent the whole day either eating fast, chanting Buddha's name, or practicing cultivation.

He is also very talented in cultivation. Other disciples may not be able to enter the Mingxin state in ten years. He is only five years old and is already in the middle stage of Mingxin state!

If he continues to practice at this speed, he will definitely reach the Houtian realm before he is ten years old!

(The enlightened state of mind of Buddhist cultivators is equal to the Qi training period of immortal cultivators)

Here, Xiao Baichen is growing rapidly.

The deceived Shuangyu traveled all over the world of cultivation, but could not find a suitable host for him.

In the blink of an eye, 15 years have passed.

As for Shuangyu, the unlucky one, he couldn't find the host for 15 years.

The passage of time caused his memory to be eroded bit by bit.

Just like a lonely ghost living on the streets who failed to report to the underworld, he gradually forgot his identity as a ghost, let alone that he was on a mission. What drove him to persevere was the hatred of having his body taken away from him. .

This floating, frost feather has been floating for 20 years.

His spirit became weaker and weaker, and his consciousness became increasingly blurred.

Finally one day, he sensed a container that was very compatible with his soul.

Without any hesitation, Shuangyu quickly rushed to the exploration site.

In the messy grass, a scarred white fox lay.

There was a huge blood hole in the dantian of the abdomen, and the demon elixir that was supposed to be in the dantian was missing.

Obviously, this is a fox demon that has had its demon elixir taken away and has expired.

"How could it be a fox demon..."

Shuangyu frowned so hard that he could kill a fly.

After 20 years of wandering around, he naturally knows the antagonistic relationship between humans, demons and demons in the lower realm.

But at present, he doesn't seem to be picky.

If he didn't take over the body of this fox demon, what awaited him would be death!

Without any hesitation, Frost Feather floated into the body of the fox demon.

About half the time it took to burn the incense, the snow-white legs of the fox lying on the ground twitched, and the next second, his eyes opened.

This body has lost its demon elixir, which is equivalent to the human cultivation losing its inner elixir. Its cultivation is completely useless, and it is a waste among wastes.

What little power he has left can't maintain his human form for long.

Talking about revenge now is all empty talk.

He had to survive before he could talk about anything else.

In order for a demon to maintain its human form, apart from cultivation, there is another shortcut - sucking human essence!

It seems that I have to find a energetic long-term meal ticket...

Shuangyu fox's eyes narrowed into slits, and he stretched out his pink tongue and licked his lips.

Wanfo Temple.

Host Huiyuan knocked on the door of Baochen Zen Room.

Inside the house, the sound of chanting sutras disappeared, and a moment later, the door of the meditation room was opened.

"Master!"

Putting his hands together, Bichen, who was already twenty years old, bowed respectfully towards Huiyuan.

"Bi Chen, there have been rumors recently that many men and women are missing in the Jing'an area. Monks from other sects went to investigate, but their whereabouts are unknown. You can go and investigate on behalf of the master."

Huiyuan looked at his proud disciple with affection and said.

"Okay, Master, my disciple will set off early tomorrow morning."

Baichen knew that his master was asking him to go down the mountain to practice, so he agreed without refusing.

Huiyuan looked at his disciple, thinking of the hexagram he had calculated for him not long ago, and hesitated to speak.

"Master, do you have anything else to tell your disciple?"

Baichen asked calmly.

"Please pay more attention when you go down the mountain this time...Master watches your red luan star move, and there will be a great disaster."

Huiyuan sighed and warned.

It's a blessing, not a disaster, it's a disaster that can't be avoided.

This is Bichen's disaster, and no one else can help him.