As Lu Chunyang made his move, everyone's eyes fell on the fortune teller. He was so frightened that he couldn't even swallow the meat and almost choked to death. Then he suddenly stood up and shouted, "What do you mean by me? I object, I object!"

"You want me to die!"

"Hahaha, with me here and your strategy and calmness, how could anything go wrong?"

The fortune teller almost jumped up: "Fuck!"

"You got the wrong person, no, you got the wrong animal, right?"

"Strategy?"

"I don't have that thing!"

"calm?"

"Who the hell can calm down?"

Lu Chunyang drank and laughed, saying: "Anyway, you will understand me in the future, my old friend, but now."

"Since you have forgotten about me, I don't need to talk about our friendship anymore. Come here."

He stretched out his hand, swept his sleeves, and used the magic of the world in his sleeves to pull the fortune teller over. However, in an instant, a terrifying murderous intent directly locked onto Lu Chunyang. The next moment, the Taoist's sleeves shattered into powder, and a fist calmly moved forward. The terrifying oppression seemed to solidify the void, and then shattered it layer by layer.

Lu Chunyang instinctively stepped back, raised the sword in his hand, and resisted the punch with all his strength, his face suddenly changing.

He took several steps backwards, his face pale, the smoke and dust dispersed, and the thin monk stood in front of the fortune teller. With just one punch, he forced back the Pure Yang Sword Immortal, who had been famous for a thousand years. His eyes were calm, but seemed to contain endless and surging murderous intent, which was forcibly suppressed by his Zen meditation. He maintained his peace and said:

"He said he wasn't going."

"Pure Yang Sword Immortal, can't you hear me?"

Lu Chunyang smiled carefreely and looked at his right hand. The huge force that was like the roar of a dragon or an elephant made his wrist still hurt. It seemed as if his soul was about to be injured. It was obvious that the monk in front of him had terrifying cultivation. He said, "Master, this is..."

The monk said calmly: "The Sword Immortal knows that it is the sacred place of the Blue Lion."

"Know."

The monk added: "Then you know, sneaking in there is a risk of death."

Lu Chunyang looked at the monk in front of him and said, "I know."

The monk put his hands together and asked calmly, "So, your lineage is all about saving people, being generous to others, not caring about the safety of others, and even forcing others to risk their lives for the whereabouts of your senior brother, right? If your senior brother is in danger, it is dangerous, but if the lives of others are in danger, it is not dangerous."

"Even if he doesn't want to go, you must force him to go, no matter what."

"Yeah?"

"It is good to sacrifice others for oneself, and it is good to be generous to others."

"What a great disciple of Daozu!"

"It is because you are so willful and self-centered, and you only care about yourself. To put it nicely, you are self-indulgent, and to put it bluntly, you are extremely selfish. Thousands of years ago, you even interfered with the lives of others for your own feelings. From the beginning to the end, you have never changed. You seem to be free and easy, but in fact you are almost paranoid. That's why you are not in the eyes of the Taoist master."

"That's why I fell from my realm, lost my position as an immortal, had my five energies dispersed, and was thrown down to the lower world."

!!!

Lu Chunyang's eyes narrowed as he stared at the monk in front of him. The monk had a sad and peaceful expression on his face. He said:

"He has heard that Fellow Daoist Qi Wuhuo is fine."

"Since you trust his power, why don't you believe what he heard?"

"Do you want to go see Qi Wuhuo, or do you want to go see Miss Siyou?"

Lu Chunyang held the sword and said with a lazy smile: "That is my senior brother who I have never met before and is extremely talented."

"Of course I went to see Miss Siyou first, and then went to see how Senior Brother was doing."

"The monk's words are really vicious."

"It seems that you have lost your original Buddhist spirit. You must remember not to be disturbed by the evil thoughts you have suppressed. If something happens to you with a foundation like yours, it will be more terrifying and difficult to deal with than ten thousand ordinary demons..."

The monk was startled, then frowned, sighed, bowed slightly, and said, "I just said something wrong."

"Sword Immortal, please forgive me."

Lu Chunyang waved his hand and said, "You're right. I've been sitting for a thousand years, trying to control my personality, but I can't. If I get angry when others point out my flaws, won't I have more problems with my Dao heart? Hahahaha, but I'm afraid my personality won't allow me to take this step."

"It is so difficult to be free and at ease and to follow my own path..."

"Why not just become a land immortal and live a carefree life."

Lu Chunyang looked at the big monk, then at the fortune teller, and said, "Forget it, my old friend, you are really good at hiding it..."

"Well, you draw the path and route to the Blue Lion Tribe, and I'll go there by myself."

Su You showed gratitude on his face.

"Thank you, Sword Immortal."

"After this is accomplished, Qinyin Pavilion will definitely give you a thank you gift."

It is of course dangerous to go to the Green Lion Great Sage to investigate the situation.

Lu Chunyang smiled and said, "A thank you gift? Okay."

"Then please sing and dance for me when the time comes."

"It doesn't matter. After all, it's really not pretty for a beauty like you to look so sad these days."

Su You was stunned, and then seemed helpless and at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

"As expected of this pure yang man with a flowery mouth."

"Don't forget to tease the girl at this time."

"It's just that his methods are not very good."

The fortune teller sighed, slipped behind the monk, patted the monk on the shoulder, and said: "But I didn't expect that you, monk, who has captured me for seven or eight years, would be willing to stand up for me. I am really grateful, very grateful."

The monk looked at him.

The fortune teller's body stiffened, and he "heard" the murderous intent, madness, and evil thoughts roaring wildly from within the monk's body. As the ritual for Emperor Donghua to break through the realm and Ketu Luohou to attain enlightenment, the murderous intent and evil thoughts in Zhongzhou were so pure that they were extremely terrifying, and even carried some evil thoughts left over from the failure of the Heavenly Court's 3,600-year formation.

The monk suppressed the evil thoughts in Zhongzhou City, which was the core, with his own strength, and was fighting against it every moment.

Compared to the calmness of the past, my emotions at this moment are extremely prone to fluctuations.

Once the emotions fluctuate, such as anger, murderous intent and the like, the Buddha's thoughts in the body will find it difficult to suppress the devil's thoughts. Only this monk, who has practiced all the Buddhist teachings in the world, can suppress this terrifying power. It is equivalent to using his own soul to transform into a ritual to suppress the devils.

"Okay, okay, I won't touch you, I won't touch you..."

The fortune teller stiffened and stepped back.

The monk put his hands together and said, "'He' has done me a great favor. I want to protect your life. Moreover, I cannot let you go to those three places. And I will bring you back there before you do anything. There is no conflict between me saving you from Lu Chunyang and bringing you back."

The man in gray could only smile bitterly.

The monk and Lu Chunyang didn't get along, but that didn't stop the monk from planning to take him back and put him in solitary confinement.

Why are both sides unlucky?

The monk exhaled slowly, stood up and apologized, then walked back to the quiet room step by step. When the monk's door was closed, Su You breathed a sigh of relief. Cold sweat had seeped out of his smooth forehead. He said, "That master has such a strong murderous intention and such a great Buddha nature."

Mr. Gray sighed, "He...he didn't intend to come here."

"He knew his situation and was planning to wait for death in the ruins of Jinzhou Miaofa Tianci'en Temple. I forcibly pulled him out."

Su You said: "Miaofatian Ci'en Temple?"

The man in gray looked at the room where the monk was and said, "Yeah."

"During the Jinzhou disaster, the temple was completely destroyed. In order to help the people resist the demons, even the relics of the founder and the Buddha statues that had been worshipped for thousands of years were smashed. In the end, more than 3,600 monks in the Buddhist Ci'en Temple died. The oldest was 331 years old and the youngest was six years old.

"The monk intends to collect the names of these people and the remaining Buddhist scriptures at the end of his life."

“I hope that what happened back then will at least not be buried in the dust.”

Lu Chunyang raised his eyes slightly and said, "It turned out to be him."

Seeing Su You looking at him, the frivolous Taoist frowned slightly and said, "The current Human Emperor, the Second Prince blocked the road and prevented the people from coming out. I used a sword to kill the big monster, split the city wall, and then fought a monster for more than 700 miles. I also saw the appearance of this monk."

Su You hesitated for a moment and said, "Is it the Great Sage of the Green Lion..."

Lu Chunyang shook his head and said, "No."

"The Mingzhen Dao League has records that there were three demon tribes that appeared, at least three."

"I just don't know if the Blue Lion is one of them, or if all three are under his control. But if he had personally taken action back then, I'm afraid that the monk and I would definitely not have been spared."

Words emerged in the fortune teller's mind.

The Blue Lion Clan, breaking through the avenue, points their swords to the sky.

The other two demon tribes are the Human-Faced Tribe, which was exterminated by the Dragon Emperor on behalf of the human race.

One lineage is the Peng bird lineage, which has a great hatred for the human race and the dragon race. Its ancestor was killed by an arrow shot by the Human Emperor eight thousand years ago.

Um??

Wait, how do I know this?

The fortune teller was suspicious, and then became a little surprised. Could it be that I really sealed my memory?

Impossible, this is impossible.

Mr. Gray threw the memory of the stomachache out of his mind and ate a bite of braised chicken leg to calm his nerves. After getting the file map written by Lu Chunyang, he left quickly. Before leaving, he waved to the fox beauty behind him with a free and easy and handsome smile.

As for the little peacock who wanted to go with him, Lu Chunyang flatly refused.

Sent back to Qi Wuhuo's house.

"Little guy, you are too weak. It won't work if you go over like this."

“It’s still a long way off.”

"Hahaha, wait until your cultivation level reaches the fifth or sixth level before bringing up this matter again."

The little peacock's resistance failed.

Su You looked at the direction where he was going with some worry and a complicated expression, hoping that Senior Siyou would be safe and sound.

The man in gray was puzzled and his brows were furrowed the whole time.

He gradually discovered that something was strange.

Why did I know what happened back then? But there was no sign of my memory being sealed.

Wait a minute, according to my personality, I should have moistened it when I found there was a problem here.

Why would he bring this big monk, who could explode or get into trouble at any time, to a place where he could be reminded of dead people and get stimulated at any time, just for fun?

The fortune teller's expression froze slightly.

I found that there was a thin layer of mist in it.

Who designed me?

No, I have to get to the bottom of this matter, break the self-blocking mentality of “I can’t do this” and do the opposite.

I have to go with Lu Chunyang to find that kid Qi Wuhuo.

At this time, the room suddenly became a little cold and gloomy. Originally, all things were balanced in yin and yang, but at this moment, the yin energy was rising. The sleeves of the man in gray were slightly bulging. He turned slightly and saw a man in a black robe and a tall black hat on one side of the room. He was a little short and fat, but his temperament was extremely calm and sharp.

The gray-robed gentleman's voice came out from between his teeth.

"Black Impermanence..."

Inside the house, the sound of monks striking wooden fish was crisp and rhythmic.

Among the Yin Gods, the pinnacle of the Earthly Immortals, and the leader of the Ten Yin Marshals, Hei Wuchang, spoke in an indifferent and calm tone:

"It's time to go back."

“【Listen carefully】.”