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

That night, there were seven knocks on the door, but no one else was disturbed.

As if this tranquilizing fragrance really calmed the mind and tranquilized the mind, it made everyone sleep peacefully without being disturbed.

At noon of the next day, the canyon gradually heard human voices.

The village women got up to cook, and the warlocks in the hut were called up one by one by Daoist Ping, and gathered around the corpse pit again, chanting sutras for the corpses inside.Compared with the crowded crowd yesterday evening, there are obviously fewer warlocks today, and there is a big gap missing.

A young Taoist priest not far from Wuyan couldn't help but asked, "Senior Ping, why didn't Senior Brother Mao come here? I'll go and call them? Maybe I slept too deeply, I've slept for hours..."

Many people had expressions of approval on their faces.Apparently, they slept really hard, completely unaware of what happened last night.

Daoist Ping shook his head: "No need, they left this morning."

"left?!"

The warlocks turned pale with shock, some frowned suspiciously, some seemed to think of something, and said angrily and enviously: "Master Ping, could it be... Could it be that they participated in the Sutra Banquet yesterday and went to Fengya Pass this morning?" ? This and other things... don't they all start today?"

"They participated in the sutra banquet?" Some people who seemed to know the knowledge jumped out, "Senior Ping, this is not fair! Everyone watched the sutra chanting yesterday, and none of them could wake up any corpses. How could... "

"All right."

Daoist Ping's slightly narrowed eyes suddenly opened, and a cold light suddenly appeared, and he glanced at those jealous people, and his soft expression also cooled down, "You should have known about this kind of thing a long time ago when you came here with an order. What you have is fate. If you have you, it is yours, if you don't...you don't have a fate, just wait, don't talk nonsense and disturb people's hearts."

He scanned all the warlocks around, and saw that although everyone had different expressions, but no one dared to talk anymore, he waved his hand: "Let's start."

Such a small commotion was easily quelled.

Wuyan hid in an inconspicuous edge, watched with cold eyes, and guessed in his heart that these warlocks who came to place the order might come for some benefit, but he didn't know where they got the news from, and why they were looking forward to going to Fengyaguan so much.

Chanting scriptures is naturally blind.

Wuyan just opened his mouth and kept silent, relying on his extraordinary ear power to listen to what the two brothers next door were reading.

The young monk on the left recited a sutra about saving souls, while the Taoist priest on the right recited strange incantations in an obscure tone.

Naturally, this spell cannot attract real dead souls.

Based on the principle that it's none of my business, Wuyan didn't want to get involved in the matter here, so he stopped paying attention after listening to it, but took advantage of the dawn at this time to observe the canyon, looking for a safe way to leave.

After reciting this sutra, Daoist Ping should go to Haolai Town to pick up today's order warlock according to his past habits.At that time, it will be a good time for him and Cheng Siqi to run away.

Amidst the humming and mixed chanting, the corpse pit was as calm as ever.

He tirelessly guessed that the monster ran out of the corpse pit, but he didn't have any spiritual power and consciousness to mobilize, so he couldn't see anything when he looked around.

"That's it for today, everyone, let's rest on our own."

Daoist Ping announced the end of today's sutra chanting task in a flat tone. Many warlocks showed disappointment on their faces, stretched their necks, looked into the corpse pit several times, and walked away dejectedly.

Wu Yan also went back to his thatched hut, dug out the little fox who hadn't closed his eyes all night and couldn't afford to sleep under the covers at the moment, and licked the fox's tail: "Don't sleep, it's time to go later, I'll give you... "

"Is Master Insatiable here?"

There was a knock on the door, and Taoist Ping's old and hoarse voice sounded outside the door, unexpectedly coming to him at this time.

Cheng Siqi's eyes, which were closed in a daze, opened silently, and the last trace of sleepiness faded away, leaving only clarity.Wu Yan patted his head, and he jumped into Wu Yan's cassock, only a few snow-white hairs were exposed.

"Is something wrong with Daoist Ping?"

Insatiable opened the door, pretended to be sleepy, and smiled apologetically, "I hope Daoist Ping will forgive me, I slept too deeply last night, and I can't wake up today, I feel very sleepy, and I am about to take a rest. "

Daoist Ping smiled kindly: "It's okay. Pindao also slept too well, so he woke up late this morning."

Walking into the house, Wu Yan poured Daoist Ping a cup of tea casually. Daoist Ping took it, but didn't drink it. Instead, he stared at the bulging lump on Wuyan's chest and smiled: "Master Wuyan , This is because you have developed feelings for this little thing, and you can't bear it anymore, and you still want to carry it around?"

Wu Yan took a sip of tea and said, "Little things love to act like a baby, and they can't do without people."

Daoist Ping turned the teacup, glanced at the few white furs, and said, "It's rare for a native dog to have such long fur... Could it be that Master Wuyan also picked up a little wolf cub from the desert from this canyon? I don't know if I can show it to Pindao for a little fun?"

Wuyan really wanted to record Ping Daochang's words with the photo stone.

In this way, in the next battle with the demon cultivator, the sword cultivator of Xuanjianzong will definitely be able to explode with unparalleled combat power without even taking pills.After all, those iron bumps are notoriously protective.

Of course, he is tireless and defends his weaknesses.

"He thinks he's very born, let's forget it." Wu Yan chuckled lightly, his tone soft, but his expression was an unquestionable rejection.

The smile in Daoist Ping’s eyes turned slightly cold: “It seems that Master Wuyan really likes this kind of gadget. The master is asking for a piece of leather."

"Well, there are a lot of good leather in this town." Wu Yan smiled more and more sincerely, as if he didn't understand the subtext of Daoist Ping's words at all, as if he was sincerely suggesting.

His eyelids drooped slightly, hiding a cold murderous intent just right.

Daoist Ping took a sip of tea slowly, as if he had accepted Wuyan's suggestion, and said with a smile: "The poor Taoist must find some time to spend a good time in Haolai Town. By the way, Master Wuyan, today Do you want to take a look at the Sutra Banquet?"

The corners of Wu Yan's lips curled up slightly, and he was stunned.

Oh, it's his turn to feed the corpse?It seems that Daoist Ping came to him yesterday because he wanted him to be knocked on the door by that monster, but because of his cold performance yesterday, Daoist Ping hesitated for a while.Seeing that he didn't kill the little fox today, and went against his will, finally couldn't help it?

Thinking about it, Wuyan smiled and said, "It's the poor monk's honor to be able to participate in the sutra feast."

Daoist Ping got up and said: "Then wait for the poor Taoist to knock on the door tonight and ask you to go with me. By the way, don't light the incense tonight, otherwise you won't even hear the knock on the door, you won't be able to wake up, and you will miss the sutra feast." Time, it will be bad."

As he spoke, Daoist Ping patted the dust off his cuffs inadvertently, and tidied up his clothes.

Following his movements, a dark light shot from his palm into the ground, and an imperceptible stern breath instantly locked the entire thatched cottage.It wasn't aggressive, but it was like countless pairs of dark eyes, staring at every move of the people in the hut.

Another little trick of the demon cultivator.Wuzhi raised his eyebrows slightly.

Daoist Ping walked to the door as if nothing had happened, flicked the dust whisk leisurely, and said, "Master Wuyan, there is no need to send it off." After finishing speaking, he was about to walk out.

But at this moment, a voice sounded from behind him.

"Master Cheng, we are going to be fed corpses soon, what do you think should be done?"

A slender and powerful hand pressed onto Daoist Ping's shoulder, as if with a mighty force, half of his body was unconscious in an instant, trembling all over, and the voice continued, "Yeah, I'm also like a man to strip his body." It’s better to take off the skin and make a wolf skin mat, or save some trouble, chop it up a little, and feed the corpse?”

The five fingers on the shoulders slowly tightened, apparently only pinching the shoulders, but it seemed to be stuck in the neck, and the breath in the chest was squeezed out, making Ping Daochang's face flush instantly, and he opened his mouth, but he couldn't make a sound .

"Crack!"

With a crisp sound, half of Ping Daochang's shoulders collapsed, and he fell to his knees on the ground, dripping with cold sweat.

"Ping Daoist, why do you have to do such a great gift? The poor monk can't bear it." Wu Yan smiled gently, raised his hand on Ping Daoist's shoulder and threw him onto the chair.

Daoist Ping's face was distorted in pain, but Wu Wei let go, and he was able to speak.

It is absolutely inappropriate to scream and shout. Daoist Ping looked at Wujin in fear and fear, his beard and hair trembled, and he said a little flatteringly: "The younger generation has eyes but does not know Taishan, and offended the senior. I would like to be punished. Please also Senior, show mercy."

This bendable and stretchable appearance is really comparable to Master Cheng Shao.

Wu Yan raised his eyebrows and laughed: "It's natural to be merciful, but if I want to leave here, I have to ask Daoist Ping to show me the way."

Daoist Ping seemed a little surprised when he heard the words, but he still nodded quickly and said: "It's my honor to be able to serve senior. It's just... I don't know which sect is the demon cultivator of senior? Don't blame senior, it's just that the master has been there Inquire about the news of the seniors, and want to form an alliance with the seniors, and tell the juniors that if they can see it, they must convey this news."

The only one who can identify the true body of a Yaoxiu through the subtle demonic aura is the Yaoxiu.Daoist Ping recognized his real body as a wolf, and was so insatiably threatening, he never thought that he was a compassionate Buddhist monk.

Insatiable, of course, would not reveal his secret technique, so he casually talked about an inconspicuous fringe sect in the demon cultivator: "The Blood Slaughter Sect. Which one is your master?"

Taoist Ping had obviously heard about Xue Tumen, and his expression relaxed a little, but he was still very alert.After all, demon cultivators are not like human cultivators. They talk about loyalty and morality. Father, son and brother can eat each other even if they don't agree with each other. It's really dangerous.

"My lord, Dapeng Thunder Demon Thunder Lord, have you heard of it before?" Ping Daochang's tone was a little tentative.

Wu Yan smiled: "Master Lei has a violent temperament, and he has never been used to the four-legged demon cultivator running on the ground. Why, he changed his sex recently, and took you ghost wolves as his subordinates?"

Daoist Ping's eyes flickered a few times, and he said with an embarrassed smile: "I used to follow Fengzhu, but this is not because Fengzhu was destroyed by Thunderlord, so I turned to the light..."

Thunder Lord killed Feng Lord, and came to the mortal world?

I am tired of being hit by this information, and my whole head hurts.

He didn't want to ask too much, if the Thunder Lord in the transformation stage really existed, he wouldn't be able to handle it at the peak of Jindan.What's more, he still has a cultivation base now, at most he can use his strength to control Qi refining like Daoist Ping, who has not yet tempered his body.

But Daoist Ping didn't care whether he wanted to hear it or not, and said directly: "Senior has been quenched by the demon pill, but he is a senior monk who came to the mortal world. If you can respond to my lord's edict and assist in worshiping the sky together, the secret realm of the demon saint will come in the future , Senior must have a share..."

The word "Yaosheng Secret Realm" finally made Wuyan's face change.

Thanks to their comprehension world, they thought that the demon cultivators hadn't started a war in the past 50 years. They were beaten hard last time and were recuperating.The secret realm of the Yaosheng is comparable to the fragments of the fairy world of human cultivators. If it comes to the world once, it will surely make the demon cultivators have dozens of golden cores and multiple Nascent Souls.

For many years in the past, the inspectors of the Eight Great Immortal Sects have spread all over the cultivation world, going deep into both demonic cultivators and demon cultivators, just to monitor them all the time and prevent them from summoning to the secret realm of the demon saint.

The Huashen in Renxiu also respectfully invited the Mahayana elders to jointly block the passage to the secret realm of the demon saint in the cultivation world.But they didn't expect that these demon cultivators were so flexible in their minds that they were not summoned in the realm of comprehension, but came to the mortal world instead.

This matter is too important, regardless of whether it is true or not, Wu Yan has to leave the formation as soon as possible and report back to the Eight Great Immortals.

"Mystery of the Demon Saint...Thunder Lord is really generous."

Instinctively pretended to sigh, "Look at this, Lord Thunder wants to sacrifice to the heavens at Fengyaguan to summon the secret realm? This mortal world is shackled by the way of heaven, and I am afraid it will be even more difficult..."

"The mere shackles of the Dao of Heaven are naturally not worth mentioning to the Lord Thunder." Daoist Ping showed a hint of arrogance on his face.

Wuyan pretended to be excited: "Since this is the case, then I can't say that I have to go all the way. But before I go to Fengya Pass, I still have to go back to Haolai Town. My magic weapon is buried in the ground fire. Tempering, it must be about the same time now. I wanted to see what happened here and then left..."

It's not easy for Daoist Ping to catch a golden elixir, how can he let it go easily, so he persuaded him again.

Wuyan seemed to be moved by his words, and raised his hand to pat Daozhang Ping's back, regaining his consciousness.

Daoist Ping was still vigilant, but he didn't yell, and he didn't report the news. Instead, he walked out the door first, and walked out of the canyon with Wuyan very obediently.

"There is a nine-ring lost trace formation here, but it was laid by Lord Lei himself. There is no formula below Huashen, and he will never get out..." Daoist Ping said in a low voice.

People kept saying hello to Daoist Ping along the way, and Daoist Ping nodded kindly and reservedly, and walked to the canyon checkpoint without boredom.

He raised his voice to announce the signal, but the secret whistle above ignored it.

Daoist Ping frowned impatiently, and shouted again, but saw the secret whistle sticking his head out, and replied: "The madam of the national teacher is here, the canyon is closed, you are allowed to enter and not allowed to go out!"

At this moment, the layers of rolling yellow sand outside the canyon suddenly dispersed, and a high-pitched horse hiss pierced the sand and dust.

Following the neighing of the horse, a tall carriage with a black body and bronze wind chimes hanging on the four corners slowly drove in.

Wu Yan noticed that the little fox in his arms was pricking deep into the collar, so he lowered his head calmly and stood aside.

He was dressed in a dusty and shabby cassock, and deliberately restrained his breath. He couldn't see his face clearly when he lowered his head, so he could easily be ignored.The people in the carriage naturally didn't notice him, and passed him slowly.

Wuyan narrowed his eyes slightly, and was thinking about turning around to get rid of Mrs. Cheng, when he saw the carriage stop suddenly, one hand lifted the gauze curtain, and slammed at Wuyan without hesitation.

"This beautiful fragrance... My good son, did you really bring the owner of the Buddha beads to your mother?"

The author has something to say: I will always be late, but I will not be absent for the time being_(:з」∠)_