Liaozhai: A Poor Monk Transcends to Immortal

Chapter 52

Foreign Affairs Hall,
Unexpectedly, Jiang Zhou had been waiting so early, and he was the one who brought the news that the Mirror Moon Gate of Dayan Mountain was destroyed.

"Little Master, our Demon Suppressing Division has limited strength, so I have to trouble you again."

"It's okay."

Xu Zisu waved his hand with a smile. He wanted to ask about the current situation, but he didn't want Jiang Zhou to speak first.

"Little master, let's talk while walking on the road."

"Alright."

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Dayan Mountain,
The mountain is steep, the forest is deep, the grass is dense, and there are few birds. A mountain trail goes straight into the clouds, which is somewhat similar to Jinshan Temple.

"Jingyue Sect is here on Dayan Mountain, but I never imagined that it would suffer such bad consequences." Jiang Zhou sighed leisurely, glanced at the mountain road with a complicated expression, and then withdrew his gaze.

The two of them went up to Dayan Mountain. They heard a few voices until they reached the mountainside, and saw people from the Demon Suppression Department gathering corpses.

The Jingyue Sect is a hermit sect and does not receive incense. It has been cultivating in the mountains all year round. This time, it also suffered an unreasonable disaster.

"grown ups."

When the warriors from the Demon Suppression Department saw Jiang Zhou approaching, they hurriedly saluted.

"kindness!"

"Has the collection been finished?"

"It's packed."

In addition to the corpse, there were several huge packages, and Xu Zisu looked at them curiously.

"These are all Taoist scriptures, and of course there are also some miscellaneous books and Taoist secrets."

Xu Zisu's eyes narrowed: "These things are very valuable!"

The Taoist scriptures were okay, but as for some Taoist secrets, they were the method of immortality that could be encountered but not sought. These things could be regarded as the inheritance of the Mirror Moon Sect. Unexpectedly, the sect was destroyed, and in the end not even the inheritance could be left.

"Haha, death is like a lamp going out. You can't take these worldly things with you." Jiang Zhou laughed at himself.

Xu Zisu asked curiously: "Donor Jiang, I wonder how to deal with these things?"

"A copy will be made in the palace, and the original copy will be handed over to the court."

Xu Zisu nodded, but his heart couldn't calm down for a long time. The human dynasty of the Jin Dynasty may not be simple. Even these inheritances are enough to create countless masters. How many inheritances will fall to the 36 houses of the Jin Dynasty? It is an extremely terrifying thing to think about in your hands.

"Sir, what should be done with these bodies?"

"Buy it."

Jiang Zhou looked at the corpses on the ground. The leader was a kind old man with white hair. There was still a smile on his face until he died. The youngest one was only a few years old, and he suffered a misfortune at a young age.

"It's better to let the little monk save him."

Xu Zisu sat down cross-legged with a complicated expression, and then began to recite scriptures.

In the dense mountains and forests, although the sound of chanting sutras is small, it can still make people feel at ease. The warrior next to him felt his restless heart gradually calming down. He couldn't help but look at Xu Zisu in surprise. It was said that the monks in Tianluo Temple had Great supernatural power, it really doesn't lie.

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[Transcending the souls of the dead, gaining [-] points of merit, and using a low-grade spiritual weapon to subjugate the demonic pestle]

A strangeness flashed in Xu Zisu's eyes,

Subduing magic pestle?
Unexpectedly, it was not a secret magic power, but a magic weapon.

However, that's fine.

Although the alms bowl is powerful, it is not suitable for use as a weapon.

After all, if someone holds a sword, you can't hit it with a bowl. Buddhist monks should naturally hold a demon-conquering pestle.

Moreover, the Demon-Subduing Pestle is also his favorite weapon.

The full name of the Demon Subduing Pestle is the Vajra Subduing Demon Pestle. One end is in the shape of a triangular spike. There is a handle in the middle that contains the three phases of Vajra: laughter, anger, and curse. The upper handle is a hollow ring.

Buddhism has the Angry-Eye Vajra, which holds a demon-subduing pestle to subjugate demons. The Buddhist Veda Master also holds a demon-subduing pestle. This shows that in Buddhism, the demon-subduing pestle is quite popular.

Then he slowly stood up and saluted the members of the Mirror Moon Sect on the ground.

Jiang Zhou waved his hand when he saw this: "Have a good burial."...
The Demon Suppression Division,
The two of them had just returned and saw someone waiting in the palace hall, it was Song Yuanqing.

"Daoist Song."

"The young monk has met senior brother."

After the three people greeted each other, they sat down one after another.

"Taoist Master Song, I wonder if there is any news about the door?"

"Right now, the Yinhun Sect is in the dark, and we are waiting in the light. We have to be on guard. Our Jingming Dao and the Cangyu Sect have already gone to Cuiwei Mountain, but it is not a long-term solution after all." Song Yuanqing said helplessly with a frown.

The strength of Cangyu Sect and Jingming Dao is similar to that of Mirror Moon Sect. If you don’t rely on Qingwei Dao, you don’t have to think too much about the consequences. There is a high probability that the sect will be destroyed. Only by relying on the big tree of Qingwei Dao can you still have the strength to fight. .

While the three were talking,

Tens of miles away...
After receiving the news that the Jingyue Sect was destroyed, Jinyang Temple realized that something was wrong, so they led the crowd to seek refuge in Tianluo Temple.

Unfortunately, it was a step too late after all.
A group of dozens of monks were about to step onto the official path in a hurry when they saw an old man sitting beside the official path and two gray-robed Taoists standing beside him.

Seeing this, the leading old monk put his hands together and recited the Buddha's name.
The pace also slowed down.

Seeing this, the old monk on the side had a flash of doubt in his eyes: "Brother, why have you slowed down?"

"The cause that was sown in the past will pay off today." The old monk's eyes were extremely complex: "You guys will stay here later."

With that said, he walked up the official road alone and walked towards the old man who seemed to be resting.

Nearby,

He showed a smile and saluted the three of them.

"The old monk has met three donors."

The old man who was hanging on the stone slowly opened his eyes, glanced at the old monk in front of him and smiled.

"I haven't seen you for several years. Your cultivation has not improved even half a step."

"The old monk's qualifications are mediocre, but he made the donor laugh."

"I have a question for you. Can you clarify it?"

"Excuse me, the benefactor."

"Who took the lead in trying to destroy my Yinhun Sect back then? Who stole the Infant Spirit Pill that I refined back then?"

Upon hearing the question, the old monk frowned slightly, and a flash of doubt flashed in his eyes. After a long time, he seemed to have thought of something, and his expression changed drastically.

After a while, calm gradually returned.

"It turned out to be so!"

The old monk half sighed and shook his head helplessly.

"Now that you've figured it out, let's talk about it."

"If the old monk tells me, can the donor release the monks in my temple?"

"No."

"If that's the case, what's the difference between the old monk saying it and not saying it?"

"It's okay, I will know sooner or later."

The old man stood up slowly, raised his hand and gave a light slap.

Facing this palm, the old monk still had a smile on his face, and his eyes were very calm, without any intention of resisting.
A palm hit his chest directly. His chest collapsed and he lost his voice immediately.

Even at the peak of the Profound Core Realm, in front of the True Lord of the Zifu, he is still like an ant, and it is better to be slaughtered than to struggle.

When the monks not far away saw this, their expressions couldn't help but froze, and a touch of sadness appeared on their faces: "Abbot!"

After a while, the official road was filled with corpses and blood flowed across it, which was daunting.

Jinyang Temple, destroyed!

Facing the sun, the three figures slowly left.

It wasn't until half an hour later, when a caravan passed by this time, that they discovered the scene in front of them.

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(End of this chapter)