Guarding the mortal world for 300 years, I am invincible in the world

Chapter 72 Detoxification, Merits (New Year's Greetings)

This is a sign of demonization!

Monk Liao Ran clenched his outstretched hand, and there was a faint golden light floating on the fingertips.

Buddhist fingering, the starting gesture of twisting flowers and breaking hearts.

As long as Zhang Chu says that he is a demon, the monk will point his finger at his heart and cut off his heart.

The Xuankong Temple is located in the southwest, and the suppression of demons and bandits in the wasteland has always been a thunderbolt method, and there is no such thing as mercy.

To the wicked, only worse than him.

For those who are contaminated with evil spirits, they can only be killed directly.

Jiang Jingyuan, who walked aside, frowned slightly.

Ding Cang, who was following behind, showed a smile on his face.

As long as he knows how to do it, Ding Cang and the people behind him will smash those wooden cages.

According to what the prince said, the royal family's secret book records that once a person contaminated with evil spirits is frightened and frightened, there is a high chance of becoming a demon.

"What are you monk doing!" The young man in the wooden cage at the side saw the monk stretching out his hand, and hurriedly asked.

Monk Liao Ran turned his head and glanced at the young man, a glint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes.

He spoke again: "Benefactor, are you a human or a demon?"

After the words fell, the young man in the wooden cage trembled all over, and his eyes were bloodshot.

On his neck, patterns of scales emerged.

"I am, I am—" the young man roared inhumanly.

The soldiers and policemen scattered around, as well as those members of the gang, the disciples of Jing Yuanguan, all turned their heads suddenly.

Monk Liao Ran showed a smile on his face, got up slowly, and walked towards the young man.

The beads in his palm shone red, and a golden halo emerged from his fingertips.

"Cheng Zhi, we are human."

At this moment, a low shout sounded.

Sitting cross-legged in the wooden cage, Zhang Chu stretched out his hand and grasped Monk Ran’s arm tightly.

On the back of his hand, pieces of scales appeared.

"We are human."

Zhang Chu paused every word, even if his eyes were blood red.

His palm had already grown sharp long claws, which scratched the monk's moon white monk's robe.

It's just that the long claws pierced the monk's skin, as if grasping on gold and iron.

This monk's body is extremely tyrannical!

Monk Liaoran turned his head and looked at Zhang Chu with red eyes, with a smile flashing across his face.

"Amitabha, benefactor, look at your current appearance, how can you be a human?" Monk Liao Ran whispered.

Zhang Chu's eyes fell on his hands, and his face twitched.

"Ah—" In the wooden cage next door, Cheng Zhi let out a painful roar.

"Brother Zhang Chu, I, I'm so sad, I want to die, I, I don't want to be a demon—"

Cheng Zhi's painful call made Zhang Chu's eyes flash with struggle.

A figure rushed to the wooden cage and shouted loudly: "Zhang Chu, wake up!"

Hu Shanhai.

Hu Shanhai pressed his waist knife, turned his head to stare at Liaoran, Jiang Jingyuan and the others, gritted his teeth and growled, "Get out!"

Monk Liaoran sneered, held Zhang Chu's arm with his backhand, and then a coldness flashed in his eyes, and he pulled Zhang Chu out of the wooden cage.

"Bam—"

The thick wooden fence shattered.

If this is an ordinary person, his muscles and bones will definitely be shattered.

Although there are scars on Zhang Chu’s body, they are not serious.

This may be the benefit of demonization, the defense power has been greatly improved, and the pain perception has also been weakened.

"Look, is he still human?"

Monk Liaoran grabbed Zhang Chu's arm and raised it high.

The palm turned into long claws, with cold lights interlacing at the fingertips.

"Demon!"

"He's a demon!"

"He's demonized!"

There was an exclamation all around.

The people who were close to him all backed away in fear.

"He, I remember him, isn't he the one who helped Butou Hu to save people?" A fifty-year-old man locked in a wooden cage suddenly said.

"Yes, yes, I remember that he knew the magic of immortality, and he was saving people on Luoshui. Alas, what a pity..." A middle-aged man in a Confucian robe looked at Zhang Chu with a painful expression, and sighed softly.

Jiang Jingyuan turned to look at Zhang Chu.

He also recognized Zhang Chu, who was the young man who rushed against the evil spirit on the day of exterminating the demon and blocked the spread of the evil spirit with a golden fire whip.

He frowned slightly, and a golden compass appeared in his hand, with a faint golden light interlaced on it, condensing on the green light.

Red light suppresses demons, green light heals wounds.

He clasped the compass with his palm and did not move.

Monk Liaoran sneered, raised his hand and threw Zhang Chu away, hitting Cheng Zhi's wooden cage.

"Bam—"

The wooden cage shattered, and Zhang Chu turned over, his body limp.

"Brother Zhang Chu, brother Zhang Chu!" Cheng Zhi struggled forward and supported Zhang Chu.

At this time, Zhang Chu's face was pale, and the corner of his mouth was bleeding.

Cheng Zhi raised his head and looked at Qingran, the blood red in his eyes.

"You want us to be demons, don't you!"

Stretching out his fingers to point clearly, his fingers already showed sharp and long claws.

"You want the credit for killing the demon, we are your credit."

Cheng Zhi roared, his legs were slightly bent, his waist was lowered, and he was about to pounce towards Qingran.

Monk Liao Ran smiled, clasped his hands together, and a faint golden light emerged from his palms.

He doesn't deny it.

Ding Cang and the others smiled even more.

Just let Cheng Zhi make trouble.

The more noisy it is, the more you can sit in the real scene and watch the matter of raising demons.

"Snapped--"

Cheng Zhi's rushing figure was suppressed by a big hand behind him.

Struggling to stand up, Zhang Chu held down Cheng Zhi and turned his head to look in all directions.

On his face, blue scales were already visible.

Demonize.

The surrounding people all backed away in fear, for fear that he would violently charge towards him.

"My name is Zhang Chu."

Zhang Chu’s voice was hoarse.

He looked at Monk Liran, then at Jiang Jingyuan and Ding Cang and others behind him.

"My name is Zhang Chu."

He said it again, and walked forward slowly.

"I was born in Luojing Osmanthus Franchise, and my parents are servants of Jin Ciyuan's family, a former household minister."

"When I was 13, my parents died of illness, and I was kicked out of the Jinfu and lived on the streets."

"The neighbors of Osmanthus Fragrant House helped me and took me in so that I could survive."

"When I was 15 years old, I entered Yuanwu Hall with my neighbor's uncle, and I swam on Luoshui every day to sell salt."

Step by step, Zhang Chu whispered.

The blood red in his eyes showed a trace of confusion, as if he was speaking to others, and he also seemed to be speaking to himself.

"I thought that I, Zhang Chu, was like this all my life. I spent my whole life in Yuanwu Hall, being a helper that no one looked down upon."

Zhang Chu's words made Cheng Zhi behind him look complicated.

Not only Cheng Zhi, but also the faces of many people around him had the same expression.

Most of the people who live in Luoshui have this kind of life experience and this kind of life.

Of the 200 million people in Luojing, [-]% of them are like this.

The real dignitaries and relatives of the emperor are only a minority.

Those who are born with a golden spoon in their mouth are lucky.

"But that day when I swam across Luoshui, I met Mr. Zhang."

"Jingyuan Temple, Immortal Master Thunder, Mr. Zhang."

Zhang Chu's voice was raised, and a smile appeared on his face with blue scales.

Pain mixed with laughter.

Mr. Zhang!
Ding Cang clenched his fists.

Jiang Jingyuan's face straightened.

Knowing that monk's eyes flashed with panic, he turned fierce again.

The faces of the surrounding people showed curiosity.

What will happen when you meet Mr. Zhang?
"Mr. Zhang bought a pot of salt from me with a golden bean, and then asked me to take them to Turtle Beach to look for demon traces."

Looking up, Zhang Chu looked at the sky.

In the blue sky, there was blood in his eyes.

His Royal Highness King Wu, Prince Yu's son, the Imperial Envoy, Yun Caifang, Immortal Masters Fighting, Thunderbolt Exterminates Demons...

That scene seemed to reappear in front of my eyes.

It was a scene he would never forget in his life.

Everyone around listened quietly.

A small group of gangsters swimming across Luoshui unexpectedly encountered such a magnificent event.

Such an encounter can be a lifetime conversation piece.

"I've seen such scenes, I, Zhang Chu, don't want to be just a small group of people swimming across Luoshui in this life..." Zhang Chu raised his head to look at the sky, and whispered softly, as if he was speaking to others, more like to him listen to yourself.

Who is willing?
All are silent.

Anyone standing in front of the sea, watching the turbulent waves, and then looking at the clear streams and green pools, will naturally be honored or disgraced.

But, what if you are not reconciled?

"So, you have cultivated the demon law." Monk Zhiran chuckled.

Cultivating demon law is a shortcut to change fate.

For this shortcut, what about taking risks?

Could it be for this reason that Zhang Chu cultivated the demon law?

Understandable, but unforgivable.

Pity.

People around are looking at Zhang Chu.

Zhang Chu shook his head.

"He didn't practice demon law." Hu Shanhai shouted and strode forward.

"He helped me find the murderer who pretended to be a demon and killed him, and found the trace of the demon."

"On Luoshui, he blocked the evil spirit and tried his best to save people."

There is a fatal friendship between Hu Shanhai and Zhang Chu.

Walking in front of Zhang Chu, Hu Shanhai said loudly: “Zhang Chu, quickly take the elixir rewarded by Mr. Zhang.”

He looked around and said loudly, "I, Hu Shanhai, have also been infected by the evil spirit. It was the elixir bestowed by Mr. Zhang that got rid of the evil spirit."

"Although Zhang Chu has been poisoned by the demon, as long as he swallows the elixir, he will be fine."

Mr. Zhang's elixir!

Immortal Master Lei Ting's pill must be a fairy medicine.

The surrounding people showed envy on their faces.

"Zhang Chu, don't carry it, take the elixir quickly." Hu Shanhai said solemnly, and said in a deep voice.

Zhang Chu shook his head and pointed to the steaming cauldron of soup and medicine not far away.

What do you mean?
"Hu Butou, Brother Zhang Chu asked Brother Chang to put the elixir into the soup pot after you swallowed the elixir and it took effect."

"The elixir was eaten by us..." Cheng Zhi behind Zhang Chu cried out in pain.

"Do you think it's luck that you didn't become a demon?" Cheng Zhi gritted his teeth and looked around. Everyone in those wooden cages stood up.

"It was Mr. Zhang's elixir that suppressed the evil spirit!"

"This elixir was originally given to Brother Zhang Chu by Mr. Zhang."

There was silence all around.

Those people in the wooden cage all looked at the demonized Zhang Chu.

Zhang Chu took out his own elixir, but he turned into a demon.

They want to thank Zhang Chu, but Zhang Chu is demonized, he is no longer human...

In the world, are there really people who sacrifice themselves to make others better?
"Xiao Chu..." Inside the wooden cage, a wrinkled white-haired old man whispered sadly.

"Brother Zhang Chu!" In another wooden cage, a young man who also swam across Luoshui to sell salt clenched the wooden fence in front of him and growled through gritted teeth.

"A monster is a monster. You can't believe a word of a monster." Monk Zhiran sneered and shouted loudly.

He stretched out his hand and patted Zhang Chu's chest.

This palm contains true energy that blocks the heart, as long as it is tapped firmly, it will be impossible for a god to save it.

"call--"

A golden flame whip was thrown down and stood in front of Zhang Chu.

Knowing that the monk's palm slapped on the flames, sparks of flames scattered everywhere.

He took a step back, looking ugly.

"Zhang Chu is my walking disciple of Jingyuan Temple, and you have no right to deal with him yet."

The flame whip turned into a talisman again, and Zhuo Yun with a serious face came over.

"Does Jingyuan Temple want to protect demonized people?" Ding Cang shouted and took a step forward.

Zhuo Yun glanced at Ding Cang, but ignored him.

He looked at Xiaoran and Jiang Jingyuan again, raised his hand and took out a jade bottle, and handed it to Zhang Chu.

"Mr. Zhang gave it to you."

Elixir!

Mr. Zhang rewarded the elixir again!
This elixir can cure the poison of demon energy!

Hu Shanhai let out a long sigh of relief.

The surrounding people all opened their mouths, looking at the little jade bottle.

Zhang Chu showed excitement, took the jade bottle, hesitated again, and looked at Cheng Zhi behind him. Although Cheng Zhi hadn't turned into a demon yet, there were signs.

"Brother Zhang Chu, you eat the elixir quickly, I can still bear it." Cheng Zhi said hastily.

Zhang Chu nodded, and put the pill into his mouth under the gaze of everyone.

The elixir entered the abdomen and instantly turned into a warm current.

A light blue halo enveloped his body, visible to the naked eye, the signs of demonization on his body subsided, and the blood red in his eyes also dissipated.

It really works!

In front of everyone, this elixir dispelled the demonic energy in Zhang Chu’s body and dispelled the demonization.

The demon poison that no one in the mortal world can cure, can be eliminated with just one pill.

This is the real elixir!

The surrounding people all stared wide-eyed and trembled all over.

Monk Liao Ran and Jiang Jingyuan looked a little dazed.

Ding Cang stood there, at a loss for a while.

Zhang Chu was full of greenness, and looked at the young Taoist standing behind Zhuo Yun in a blue Taoist robe with an indifferent face.

"Mr. is a true fairy, with the ability to reach the heavens."

Zhang Chu knelt down on both knees and knocked his head on the ground: "Zhang Chu has the courage to ask Mr. Zhang to save the Luojing people who are infected with evil spirit."

"People in Luojing, you must not forget your kindness!"

Mr. Zhang!
Mr. Jing Yuanguan Zhongzhang has a thunderbolt in his palm, and he can destroy demons with one blow.

This Mr. Zhang’s pill, one pill, relieved the evil spirit soaked in Zhang Chu’s body.

The reason why those people in the wooden cages did not become demons was because the soup they drank contained a pill given by Mr. Zhang.

"Please help Mr. Zhang!"

"Mr. Zhang, you are a real fairy god, please show mercy!"

"Mr. Zhang, I would like to set up a tablet of longevity for you from generation to generation. I beg Mr. Zhang to save us—"

People knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Zhang Li.

Zhang Li looked around and nodded slightly.

Since he showed up in this square, he has already decided to save people.

It's just a little monster.

Just a hands-on effort.

"Mr. Zhang bestowed you with two elixir." Zhuo Yun raised his hand, holding the two jade bottles high, shining brightly in the sunlight.

"This elixir will be melted into the soup, and the common people who have been infected with demon poison will be fine after drinking the soup and recuperating for a few days."

Melt in the soup and medicine, remove the demon poison!
Mr. Jing Yuanguan Zhongzhang is willing to save everyone!

This is the real immortal!

This is the real elixir!

"Xie Xianshi, help me!"

Those people in the wooden cage knelt down one by one, and kowtowed excitedly.

"Mr. Xie Zhang help—"

On the Qingshi Square, the surrounding people bowed and kowtowed.

Mr. Zhang is His Majesty's Imperial Thunder Immortal Master, and he is a real immortal.

With strength and kindness, this is the real fairy teacher.

Zhang Li stood there, listening to the shouts around him, and felt a trace of warmth coming from his chest.

Sealing Talisman?
Is it the merit of saving people that triggers the change of the Immortal Talisman, or is it the power of the vows of the people to bow to the Immortal Talisman?
Merit, power of vows, these are all rumored things in the practice world, they are very ethereal.

Zhang Li has only seen records about merit and vows in a few travel notes. It is said that these two things are extremely rare and are very beneficial to the cultivation of immortals.

It's just that whether it's merit or wish power, they can be met but not sought, let alone forced, otherwise, it will be counterproductive.

(End of this chapter)