Chapter 690 Don’t come out!

Chapter 690 Don’t come out!

Da Nanzhou, Jinguang Fucheng.

On the bustling long street, the group of Bodhisattva ascetics wearing rags and showing their thin arms no longer need to go door to door begging for food as before.

In the jurisdiction of the Divine Dynasty, monks and mortals lived together, and they always coexisted peacefully.

But now, there is no need for these monks to take the initiative at all. The people spontaneously lifted them to a high position. Many wealthy businessmen even planned to contribute money together and come forward to discuss with the government to replace the Thousand Arms at the most conspicuous position in the city. The Bodhisattva built a magnificent temple to express the gratitude of the people to the old monk.

Such the simplest emotion cannot be suppressed even by the government.

"..."

Wu Shan raised his hand to stop many court officials from following him, walked alone outside the city gate, and looked up at the majestic flesh and blood skeleton in front of him.

He was silent for a long time, looking directly at the old monk's broken face.

If a great Arhat could not repair even this injury, then the Bodhi Sect would have died long ago.

"How long are you going to sit here?"

Wu Shan didn't want to act with the other party anymore, so he asked simply and neatly.

The old monk was still sitting cross-legged, his eyes closed, his bones and palms spread flat, only the statue of the Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva shone brightly.

Under him, another young monk walked out slowly, carrying a stick in one hand, and raised his right palm to salute Wushan: "Little monk Huixin, the court official, we meet again."

After the salute, Monk Huixin slowly raised his head, with a seemingly gentle smile on his stained face, but in fact there was sarcasm in his eyes.

Last time outside the Demon Suppression Tower, it was this person who stopped the master and apprentice.

The other party was so majestic and majestic at that time, how could he be as soft-spoken as he is now.

However, Wu Shan ignored this young monk. A mere fifth-grade Arhat who could suppress something with the flip of his palm had no qualifications to talk in front of a Taiyi True Immortal.

He stared at the old monk calmly and asked again: "How long will I continue to sit?"

Hui Xin was humiliated, her eyelids twitched a few times, and her expression became sinister.

He put down his raised palms and was about to say something taunting, but he heard the sound of bones rubbing together behind him. Looking back, he saw the old monk sitting up slightly and finally opened his eyes.

His voice is rough, but it makes people feel a touch of warmth inexplicably: "Sit until the monsters stop attacking, and wait until the common people are no longer panicked."

After saying that, the corners of the old monk's bloody lips slightly curved, and his wide eyes were dark and deep, like a deep spring, swallowing up Wu Shan's entire body.

"Interesting."

Wu Shan tapped his chin thoughtfully and licked his dry lips.

It is easy to build a temple but difficult to destroy it.

When he raised his eyes again, the fat man's eyes were already full of ferocity: "You Bodhi Sect are becoming more and more wanton."

The old monk's behavior this time, apart from being disgusting, can also be regarded as a warning.

Since the other party can quietly bring the demon group outside the city, they can naturally bring it into the city as well.

The imperial court only needs to step back once and build a Buddhist temple in Jinguang Mansion, and then these monks can bring the demons into other palaces without temples next time.

Where there is a Buddha's protection, all living beings are at peace; where there is no temple, all living beings are in ruins.

Anyone with any brains would know that Wushan could not just let this happen, but the other party was still pretending to be confused, which meant he wanted to separate life and death.

In front of the people of Jinguang Mansion, he slaughtered all the monks. Even if there was widespread resentment among the people, it was only limited to one manor.

What's more, after taking action, you can use the name of the court to label Wushan as an evil demon to stabilize the imperial aura.

If you want to deal with such insidious means, you can only respond insidiously.

"The old monk can't understand what you are saying."

The old monk looked at Wu Shan's increasingly clenched palms, but remained calm. He glanced at the hidden military formations outside the city: "Of course you can leave, but the old monk is now seriously injured and has offended the crowd. Demon, how to return to the teachings”

Hearing this, Huixin sneered again.

The two masters and disciples received the Bodhisattva's decree, and they did not come to this city to fight Wushan to the death.

There is imperial energy suppressing this place, and there are imperial troops surrounding it, and there are still many powerful people from the divine dynasty hidden behind them. I didn’t realize that the Seven Treasures Bodhisattva almost fell to Heshan last time, let alone the deeper city.

Their purpose is actually very simple.

The first is that the Bodhisattva was injured in Xishan Mansion and is in urgent need of a dose of human imperial energy to heal him. The second is Wushan. As for setting up a temple to control a mansion, it is not enough for two Arhats, master and disciple, to come forward.

"I understand."

When Wu Shan heard this Tu Qiong's words, it was clear that they were coming for him.

He closed his eyes, took a breath, and released his palm: "I will escort you back."

"Your Excellency, you have thought about it."

The old monk gradually put away his smile and said with deep meaning: "The mountains and rivers outside are dangerous and the road is not easy to walk on."

"Whether it's good or not, you won't know until you leave."

Wu Shan responded calmly, but his expression showed a bit of ferocity.

The next moment, he suddenly pressed his palms.

The court officials who had been waiting for a long time immediately gave their orders, and the army formations like a tide came from all directions, and the imperial aura moved with them, completely taking over the city defense.

Immediately after, Wushan's aura rose into the sky, reflecting the entire city, demonstrating the power of the fourth-grade Taiyi True Immortal!

At the same time, a rich voice also sounded in the government office.

First, he praised the chivalrous act of the Bodhi Cult, which attracted the people of Jinguang Mansion to take to the streets, and then they saw the rich glow on the sky.

"The demon disaster has not yet abated, Jinguang Mansion went all out to kill the demon, and first sent court officials to escort the monks to return to Islam, in order to thank the Bodhi Sect for their chivalry."

Such immortal power must be that of an unborn master.

The imperial court showed its sincerity by sending such a formation, and with the mighty formation displayed outside, like a thick city wall, the skeletal body seemed to have no reason to continue sitting down.

The old monk stopped talking and slowly returned to normal size, but there were still pieces of flesh scattered on his body. He probably refused to heal this skin injury before leaving the realm of the gods.

Several people stood quietly outside the city, waiting for the imperial court to send all the monks out of the city.

They all stared at Wushan in the middle with peaceful faces, and their expressions and movements were exactly the same.

There is clearly no malice in his body, but in the eyes of others, it makes people inexplicably frightened, like a pack of wolves looking around, waiting for a good opportunity.

"..."

Wu Shan stood upright among the crowd, his eyebrows and eyebrows were as usual, and he was even more calm and indifferent than before.

But the palm of his hand hidden in his sleeve tightly grasped the jade slip and sent breath to Yan Lanting frantically.

However, after the incident at the Demon Suppression Tower last time, General Yan saw his subordinates blushing so hard that he settled down in seclusion and began to nurse his injuries.

Now that the situation is urgent, you can wake up with just a jade slip.

My General Yan!

Wu Shan secretly almost gritted his teeth, but there was still silence on the side of the jade slip.

Seeing a group of monks gradually gathering.

This fat man finally felt a sense of despair in his heart.

What the hell, then Nanyang is his biological child and he was adopted?

This group of monks was clearly making a plan. Once they left the area covered by the Imperial Qi, they didn't know what was waiting for them outside.

In normal times, it would be fine. Wu Shan is cautious by nature, has advanced cultivation, and is quite familiar with the ways to save his life. He can still have some confidence, but now that he is seriously injured, he can think of a better life after nine deaths.

"Old man, just go to sleep! Sooner or later, I will sleep with you to death, and your witch master will be gone forever!"

Seeing that he could no longer hold off, Wu Shan simply broke the jar, left a curse on the jade slip, and strode out of the crowd.

"Let's go!"

In an instant, many monks, led by Xiangyun, swarmed into the sky and swept away from the Divine Dynasty.

Monk Huixin quietly glanced at the master, the two smiled at each other, and followed him in the same cloud. In the Jinguang Mansion, several demon-slayers had complex expressions on their faces, looking worriedly at the direction in which everyone was leaving.

Master Yan has never liked a naughty monk like General Wushan. He seems to have no arrogance of a strong man and is even more cowardly than the casual cultivator. He does not look like a Taiyi True Immortal.

But as subordinates, they have different perceptions.

At least under the leadership of General Wushan, there has never been any trouble in the jurisdiction where the other party is stationed, let alone cause no trouble for no reason, which also makes his subordinates feel at ease.

And it was like today, when things happened to me, the other party stood up and never backed away.

But now that I have stepped forward, the hope of coming back is slim.

"Mr. Yan is recuperating from his injuries. Let's go find Master Feng Xi and Master Yang! General Wushan was the strong man who was dragged away at the beginning, but those two... If it weren't for them, this kind of thing wouldn't have happened in Jinguang Mansion!"

"Why should General Wushan be allowed to resist this scapegoat!"

With angry words, several people turned around and left the Jinguang Mansion, heading straight for help outside the Jiu Mansion.

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Heading west from Dananzhou, after leaving Xishan Mansion, you will reach the Baji Valley.

At this point, you can already see the faint imperial edge of the sky, like sunset clouds, and after walking out, you will see the blue sky.

A detour from Baji Valley leads to a barren mountain range.

Wu Shan stood in front of the mountain range and looked up at the clear line between the imperial energy in the sky and the blue sky.

With this step, he completely left the protection of the imperial energy.

In fact, to most monks, these light yellow clouds are like bone-corrosive poison. Once they get involved, their strength will be suppressed to the extreme.

Only the court officials and the messengers of the Demon Slayer Division have become accustomed to the shroud of imperial energy. Not only are their strengths unaffected, but those in high positions can even mobilize the imperial energy to defend against enemies.

As time passed, I even lost the courage to leave the Divine Dynasty.

"What are you thinking, sir?"

The old monk had returned to his normal appearance, wearing a long robe. He walked behind Wu Shan and asked softly, with a slightly sinister tone in his voice.

"Heh."

Wu Shan laughed at himself, he had already come this far, and the imperial energy was just a psychological comfort.

He no longer hesitated, took a step forward, and led the monks out of the barren mountain range.

Hui Xin laughed softly and quietly tightened the Buddhist stick in her hand.

At this moment, the monks suddenly heard Wu Shan's slightly confused words.

"If I remember correctly, you were injured last time."

"Who gave you the confidence to keep me?" Wu Shan asked, but his steps never stopped: "With this pile of scrap metal in their hands?"

The old monk followed closely behind, and the two of them seemed to be chatting casually: "My lord, I misunderstood. The old monk is just a raider at best. You are a very good letter of submission, but this letter of submission is not the old monk's." The monk came to pay.”

“It’s getting more and more interesting.”

Wu Shan stopped slowly and crossed his arms: "I would like to see who can hand over this deity."

The old monk smiled back and pointed slightly forward: "Sir, please look."

In the distance of the desolate mountain range, amid the wind and sand, a tall and thin armored figure stood with his back to the crowd. He held a moon-shaped sword slanted upside down. The areas not covered by the armor were covered with gray hair.

It slowly looked back and saw that it was a handsome wolf head: "I want to try."

"This was once the most powerful general under the command of the Great Demon of the Southern Emperor. Later, by chance, he accidentally obtained the scriptures of our religion. Since then, he has changed his mind and wants to escape into Buddhism."

"My Buddha is compassionate and I plan to give it a chance to worship my religion and serve the Buddha all its life."

"It has a good understanding. It not only cultivates the state of mind, but also deduces the four elephant swords of mind from it, and ranks among the great Arhats."

The old monk introduced Wushan slowly.

But he didn't notice that when he mentioned the word "Nanhuang", the whole face of this fat man fell into a state of neither sadness nor joy.

Wu Shan wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, nothing came out.

The saddest hatred is the enemy... no, even the enemy's soldiers will most likely no longer remember that little thing.

Maybe there really is reincarnation in the way of heaven.

Look, the single seedling that was not noticed when the family was wiped out is now in front of others, making it easier for others to eradicate it.

Now that it's your turn, what can you do?

"Alas."

Wushan sighed as if resigned to his fate and rolled up his sleeves seriously.

Anyway, he was going to die, and it was just a good time to let his enemy see his progress over the years, so that others would not think that Wu was just living an ignoble existence.

He raised his head and was about to speak.

But suddenly I discovered something was wrong.

Just outside the Imperial Qi, the sky that should have been blue and clear was slightly distorted at this moment.

Wu Shan gritted his teeth hard, tensed up his whole body, and shook his head in a subtle arc to warn the other party not to be impulsive!

With his eyesight, he couldn't see that this was the effect of Taixu Dao Fruit.

Behind this piece of blue sky, there is actually a person hiding.

But whether that person is Ye Lan or Shen Yi, they can't have any impact on the current situation.

Moreover, the reason why Wushan really accepted his fate was because of the three words "Tou Mingzhuan".

Since it is a transaction certificate, it must be handed over to others to see, right?

There is a high probability that those present today are more than the ones in front of you. As long as you have a little bit of thinking, you will know that the Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva is definitely watching from the side.

In this place far away from the imperial court, let alone a titled general, even General Zhennan, if he comes alone, he may not be able to reap the rewards.

Get out!

Wushan was so worried that he had to maintain calm on the surface to avoid being noticed by others.

Thinking of this, he finally stopped hesitating. Immortal light burst out from his palms and quickly surged throughout his body. As he ran, he finally felt a bit like a famous person.

The whole person is like a mountain, and every step makes the earth tremble, and the roar and smoke rise together.

In the face of this unstoppable blow, the gray wolf's pupils were as calm as ancient wells, but his fingers slowly tightened the handle of the knife.

In an instant, the blade cut off the surging fairy light like a vast ocean.

It sank into the ground with a pop.

A few inches in front of the long sword, Wu Shan's whole body was stiff, and he continued to pump his fist, even his face was twitching slightly.

He was injured and could not exert even 40% of his strength. Under the gaze of these wolf eyes, there were flaws everywhere, which could not be made up by a burst of blood.

To put it bluntly, if the wolf demon was willing to use the knife just now, it would definitely make him suffer a big loss.

But the other party slashed him to the ground.

This is a thinly veiled contempt.

The gray wolf calmly looked down at the fat man in front of him. After a long time, he faintly uttered two words from his mouth.

"Loose cultivator."

Even if they are both at the fourth level, the other party is just a casual cultivator worth mentioning.

And myself.

Now he has become a high-ranking Arhat.

(End of chapter)