If you don't hate you, you won't become a Buddha

In a border town, the sky is full of wind and sand.

The scorching heat wave scorched and distorted the khaki ground, and the camels and skinny horses lay sleepily in the shade of the trees outside the tea shed, neighing hoarsely.

A small caravan was about to pack up and prepare to continue on its way. The overcrowded tables, chairs and benches in the tea shed were immediately reduced by more than half, leaving only a few people in Taoist robes and gowns who were sitting sparsely and drinking a big bowl of tea with their heads bowed.

These few people seemed to be strangers to each other, and when they looked at each other, they were all guarded and vigilant.

When Wu Yan walked into the tea shed, what he saw was such an extremely strange scene.

A few cautious gazes turned on him, and he was not at ease. He gathered the gray cloth cassock full of patches that he borrowed from a monk in a ruined temple on the way, and lifted the edge of the bamboo hat on his head with one finger. I got up a little, rolled up a piece of gauze that was hanging down, and said to the clerk, "Get some water."

"Hey, here we come!"

After serving the uncles of the caravan, the man regained his spirits, came over with a big pot with a smile on his face, and made a big cup of tea foam for Wu Yan, "Master, take it easy."

Wu Yan put down a few copper coins, raised his head and smiled: "This little brother, can I inquire about something?"

It was the first time that the buddy Xu saw a monk who was not holding a broken bowl for alms. He was startled, raised his hand to put away the copper plate, and smiled more sincerely: "Master, I guess what you want to ask must be a good one." Come to the town to place an order for the warlocks around here? You can ask me about it!"

Warlock pending order?

Wu Yan frowned slightly, and keenly noticed that the people on the other tables seemed to tense up as the man spoke.

It had been five or six days since Cheng Siqi was taken away.

During these five or six days, relying on his Buddhist beads, Insatiable vaguely sensed the direction of Cheng Siqi, and went all the way north, chasing from Huaiyang, a water town in the south of the Yangtze River, to the border desert.

But because Wuyan has no aura at all, he can't mobilize the beads to investigate, and the beads have not been knocked, so Wuyan only has one general direction from the beginning to the end, and he has to catch up several times, but he can only use mortals. There is no way to find it, so that I miss it again.

In the end, Wu Yan completely lost the feeling of the Buddha beads in this border town of Haolai.

The Infinite Purity Bead is Wuyan's natal magic weapon. Even if he has no cultivation base, he can still maintain a certain sense. If he really loses it, either the Buddha bead has been destroyed, or it has entered the large formation that isolates the magic weapon and magic weapon.

Insatiable natal magic weapon, unless the Yuanying ancestor came in person, the ordinary golden elixir would not be hurt at all, so it could only be brought into some big formation.And if there is such a large formation, then there must be monks here to maintain the large formation, otherwise any magic formation will be repelled and eroded by the heavens in the mortal world, and it will be wiped out.

The mortal world cannot tolerate too much extraordinary power.

Wuyan was not proficient in formations, and he couldn't use his cultivation to investigate, so he had to inquire first.The existence of a large array will inevitably affect the surrounding Feng Shui momentum, and unusual things will happen.

Now that the buddy said something, Wuyan faintly felt some context.

"Oh?"

Wuyan raised his eyebrows with great interest, and smiled gently, "Then I will trouble this little brother and speak for the poor monk."

The man didn't notice the change in the surrounding atmosphere, so he said with a smile: "Actually, it's not a big deal, it's just further north... There was a war at Fengyaguan, and many people died, so there were rumors of ghosts and demons. So they sent people to make lists in our towns, recruit warlocks to place orders, and go to the battlefield to perform deeds. Look at the people coming and going in our tea shed. Where did so many people come from in previous years? Isn’t it all for this order? something came."

The buddy doesn't know, but Wuyan knows very well that there will be no ghosts and ghosts in this mortal world. Even if there are, you have to be self-proclaimed and don't dare to make monsters to death, otherwise you will be blown out by thunder in a moment.

And the warlocks here are also unable to practice, but ordinary people who can absorb a little spiritual energy from some natural treasures and use them have no ability to subdue demons.

That being the case, why did the mortal court suddenly summon a large number of warlocks into the desert?

"That's how it is."

Wu Yan frowned and said, "The poor monk also traveled here and heard about such a thing, so he wanted to take a look. I just don't know if there are any seniors who have done it in this town? The poor monk wants to inquire about it and make some preparations. After all, being in the desert is really terrifying."

"Hey," the guy suddenly sighed, and lowered his voice, "Master, if you don't really lack the spiritual rewards on the list, or...or if you don't have enough skills, let me advise you, don't go. In the past, I drank tea here and said that I would go to place an order, but I haven’t seen a few of them come back until now..."

"Usually the road from here to Fengyaguan is desolate and deserted, but there are old people who dare to go. Now, for half a month, no one dares to go! Going in is like a ghost hitting a wall... Obviously face to face, It's just that I can't hear the other party's voice... You said this is not a wicked door?"

Wu Yan moved his eyes, and asked in a low voice: "If you can't hear the sound...how can you see and touch people?"

With a bit of fear remaining on the guy's face, he shook his head and said, "You can see it, but you can't touch it, let's go in... The town was frightened crazy! But those priests and officers and soldiers seemed to be fine in the past, you magicians Really powerful, different from us mortals..."

From this description, there are eight or nine out of ten it is a formation.

Lost array?It does have the effect of confusing the breath and disrupting the induction of the immeasurable pure pearl.

Wu Yan inquired with the clerk a few more times, then left the tea shed, led the horse, and walked to the place where the orders were placed in the town.

The place where the order is placed is the only restaurant in Haolai Town.

If a war breaks out, this kind of frontier town will naturally be defeated, the men join the army, the women are in constant fear, and few large caravans are willing to go this route.Without people to communicate with, the business of the restaurant will definitely not be good.

But this time it was different, the Warlock's order was placed here, and the restaurant's business came alive quietly.

The lobby on the first floor is full of Taoist monks, and there are some people dressed in quackery, who seem to be warlocks.

Wu Yan went straight to the counter, clasped his hands together, and saluted: "Amitabha. Poor Monk Wu Yan, I wonder if I can place an order here?"

The shopkeeper behind the counter took it for granted, and returned a respectful salute, saying, "Of course it is possible, master, do you have a certificate? If you have one, please sit on the left side; if not, please sit on the right side."

It is natural for Wuyan to forge a certificate, but he noticed the difference between the people on the left and the right, so he chose to sit on the right.

There was no one chatting at the tables around, and everyone seemed to be unfamiliar with each other, with numb indifference on their faces.

The warlocks on the left with the certificates are obviously more decently dressed, and on the right, there are not a few of them who are like insatiable, and there are a lot of ten patches on a cassock. They all have sallow complexions, and they are obviously not living well.

He looked at the people around him tirelessly, and only sensed a trace of spiritual energy in a few two or three people. It should be a little thing like the jade buckle on Master Qin's body, filled with spiritual energy.

There are also a few goofy ones, who look like fake ones.

The door of the restaurant was wide open, and the hot wind wrapped in yellow sand would sneak in and wreak havoc from time to time. The wine flags and linen were blown constantly, and the sky gradually darkened.

Occasionally, a sorcerer would come in and place orders on the left and right, with his head buried and his eyes closed.

Wu Yan noticed that the few people he met at the tea shed also came, and after placing the order, they sat not far behind him.

The newcomer seemed to be someone who didn't understand the rules, trying to break the deathly silence in the restaurant, and whispered to the other person: "Daoist friend, did you also hear about the sacrifice to heaven? Has there ever been..."

"Silence!"

A bell-like sound suddenly exploded.

All the sorcerers in the lobby were shocked, and raised their heads to follow the prestige. They saw an old Taoist priest with white hair and childlike face coming down from the second floor with a whisk in his hand. When we arrive, follow me to Fengya Pass."

The voice seemed to show some tricks, and all the warlocks got up obediently, and parted ways to let the old Taoist go out first, and then followed one by one, and walked out.

The moment the old Taoist uttered his voice, Wuyan was sure that this was a demon cultivator.

Based on his little ways of pretending to be gods and ghosts that are exclusive to demon cultivators, Wu Yan speculates that his cultivation base should only be refining qi, which is naturally sealed, so it is difficult to sense.However, the sudden appearance of a demon cultivator in the mortal world, which monks loathe most and would never come to unless they can, is suspicious enough in itself.

Could it be that the one targeting Young Master Cheng...was a demon cultivator?

But how did they know that Cheng Siqi had entered the mortal realm?Still find him?And if he found it, why didn't he just kill it and take it away?

A gloomy look flashed across Insanity's face, temporarily suppressing the endless confusion in his heart, mixed with a group of warlocks, and left the town into the desert in the vast night.

The desert at night is quiet and vast, with the sound of the wind reverberating, and occasional nighthawks darting across the sky, screaming and whirling high.

The old Taoist led a group of people to walk northwest for nearly two hours, and finally saw the Xiongguan Fengya Pass across the frontier from a distance.

They bumped into a convoy of officers and soldiers head-on. From a distance, it looked like a convoy transporting food, but when they got closer, they realized that the carts pulled by men and oxen were piled up one after another. Bloody corpses.

Blood dripped and dripped from the cart, laying a winding blood snake on the warm yellow sand.

The convoy stopped, and the officers and soldiers at the head saluted the old Taoist: "Prince Daoist came at the right time. These are the corpses selected by the front, and they will be dragged into the valley. Since the Taoist priest is here, let's go together. "

"Alright."

Daoist Ping responded lightly, turned around and divided Wuyan and the others into two teams.Those who had a degree certificate walked towards Fengya Pass by themselves, and those who did not have a degree certificate followed him and turned to the canyon surrounded by a pile of stone mountains near Fengya Pass.

All the sorcerers seemed to know this Daoist Ping, and they were a little in awe, but they had no objection, so they parted ways.

Insatiable followed the people around and noticed that the corpses on the carts seemed to have no souls.The samsara of the six realms in the mortal world operates on its own, and it should not be surprising that a person will automatically enter the samsara after death.But Wu Yan discovered that these corpses had no soul, not after death, but before death.

He shouldn't... really get involved in something.

While lowering their heads and thinking, the group of people had already reached the outside of the canyon.

The officers and soldiers gave the signal and went in first, followed by the warlocks led by Taoist Ping.

As soon as he stepped into this canyon, Wuyan's neck felt slightly warm.

The Buddha beads have sensed again.

Wuyan's heart suddenly relaxed, and the restlessness in his eyes that had been sinking for many days also subsided a little.

If the beads get hot, it means that they are very close to him.In other words, if Sect Master Cheng Shao was still carrying that Buddhist bead, the furthest away from him would be no more than a hundred feet.

This realization made him quite happy.

In the past few days, even though he knew that Xuanjianzong had not contacted him to kill him, it meant that Sect Master Cheng Shao was not in danger of life and death and was still safe and sound, but when he thought that the little fox who was used to acting like a baby might be abused and beaten, his heart was as hot as a demon. There will always be signs of anger.

How can he let others bully him at will when he protects the object of the mission?

Not to mention demon cultivators, even immortals.

He smiled tirelessly, raised his eyes and looked around calmly.

This canyon is no different from other rocky mountain canyons in the desert, but it is faintly filled with a cool air, and some grass and shrubs growing in the shady corners are also scorched and withered, looking like they have been scorched by a fire.

Not far away, in a more open place, there are actually several rows of thatched cottages, with several clusters of fires burning, and the vague figures of village women passing by.

A group of people stopped by a big pit, and the officers and soldiers poured carloads of corpses into it. Then Taoist Ping asked all the warlocks to stand in a circle around the pit and chant sutras to the corpses in the pit.

Wu Yan didn't know why he was blindly saving the soulless corpse, so he followed the trend and read a few words casually.

After reading the scriptures, it is already the climax of the moon.

Taoist Ping arranged for them to rest in the thatched hut, and several village women made vegetarian dishes and brought them over, and distributed them to Wuyan and the others one by one.Those officers and soldiers left long ago. It seems that these rows of thatched huts are for warlocks who entered the valley.

Insatiably carrying the meal, he did not rush into the hut to sleep, but sat in a corner where the light of the fire could not be seen, and searched the nearby bushes intently.

He sensed that the beads were around here.

But Cheng Siqi is such a big living person, could it be possible that he is trapped in a bunch of women?Or was it in that corpse pit?

After eating two mouthfuls of rice, Insatiable got up, ready to go to the corpse pit to have a look.

At this moment, a few dirty stray dogs came out from the shadow of the bushes by the big pot where the women were cooking, and licked the leftovers on the ground, wagging their tails happily.

Behind the stray dogs, the only skinny dumpling that didn't wag its tail pitifully huddled in the shadows, raised a pair of bright eyes, turned around, and saw the figure of Insatiable at a glance.

Just at this moment, Wu Yan turned his head inadvertently, and met those bright little eyes.

The little fox was caught by the insatiable and complicated eyes, and suddenly his whole body froze. He didn't know what was going on in his head, and when he opened his mouth, he let out a clear and crisp cry——

"Wang!"

The author has something to say: Sovereign Master Cheng Shao: QAQ Don’t look at me, I’m just an innocent puppy.