Who is still a serious fox monster these days

Chapter 171
"The ninth level of "The Technique of the Heavenly Demon's Chaotic World" is not a pure physical training method, but it has extremely powerful body-building effects and can directly reach the realm of the Heavenly Demon..."

In front of the portal of Yuxue Road, Kong Changhen looked at the demonic writing on the portal with great interest.

"It just so happened that the little fox said that he would practice different techniques after reincarnation, but this "Troubled World Technique for Heavenly Demons" is just right. After using this technique to return to the late stage of returning to the void earth immortal, and then return to the Seven Emotions Demonic Technique, he will not be able to It is difficult to break through the shackles.”

"It's just that this method is more suitable for the demon clan. If you use the method of seizing the body, the demon eye that has been sacrificed for thousands of years cannot be taken away. It will take a lot of effort to absorb the demon spirit into the body."

After finalizing the path in a few words, Kong Changhen looked at the other two portals in a good mood.

"Ask the way of the heart, the magical path..."

After thinking for a moment, he walked into the portal of the magical path.

Outside the Heavenly Demon Palace, the Green Wolf Demon Lord raised his brows slightly and sent a message to the other two Demon Lords:

"Do you have any idea who this person is?"

"It is definitely not an unknown person who can refine the Demonic Eye to such a level. But the possessors of the Demonic Eye who can reach this level are all earthly immortals and old demons. I have never heard of anyone who can transform into a god with this level of power."

"Reincarnated body, right?"

"Reincarnation? The range is too large to guess."

The three demon masters secretly transmitted the message, and the great elder of the Sea Clan looked worried when he saw this.

He was unable to sense the situation in the Heavenly Demon Palace and was not at ease with the three Demon Lords.

They were afraid that the three demon lords would invite the palace spirits to make it more difficult for the second divine bead.

Thinking about it, he calculated the celestial phenomena and found that the Heavenly Demon Palace has been mostly integrated with the rules of the Earthly Immortal World.

Even if the Heavenly Demon Palace favors the demon clan, it would be difficult to make the palace spirits favor them at this time.

At that moment, he was slightly determined. As long as the second divine bead maintained its momentum and walked through the bloody path before the Blood Yuan Leopard of the Ten Thousand Monsters Country, half of the bet with the Ten Thousand Monsters Country would be won!

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In the small town, two monks, one big and one small, were walking in the alleys, stopping and knocking on the courtyard door from time to time.

The philanthropic pilgrims brought him the fasting meal, and the two monks took the fasting meal to express their gratitude and left.

At this time, the young monk who had eaten his vegetarian meal muttered:

"Brother Zhenliang, didn't Master say that all the women at the foot of the mountain are tigers? Why are these tigers so beautiful?"

The older monk showed a smile on his face:

"Junior Brother Zhenzhi, the master meant that by saying that, he wanted us to stay away from the female benefactor."

"Why?"

"Because we monks want to be free from all four elements and are not allowed to have sex with women. Do you think these female donors are good-looking and do you want to get close to them?"

The young monk tilted his bald head, thought for a while and said:

"No, I just think they are very beautiful. They are different from the tigers that Master said."

"You are still young, you will understand when you grow up."

Zhenliang reached out and touched his junior brother's bald head, his eyes filled with memories.

Returning to the temple in the mountain, the two brothers went to see the master and told them that the work they had done on this trip was completed.

The master and abbot of the two brothers nodded slightly, and looked at Zhenzhi, who had obviously become more lively after going out. His wrinkled old face became more smiley, and then he said with a straight face:

"True wisdom, if you go out for thirteen days, the homework you owe must be made up within ten days."

The little monk's face turned bitter, and he pouted and wanted to act coquettishly: "Master..."

"Go quickly. Since you are back today, you must not forget about today's homework."

"Yes, Master."

The young monk responded bitterly, glanced at Senior Brother Zhenliang, then turned around and left the meditation room.

As he closed the door, he vaguely heard his master asking Brother Zhenliang:
"Have you ever cut off your love relationship by going here?"

"Master, I..."

Before the little monk finished listening, he felt that there was suddenly no sound in the room.

He lay outside the door and listened carefully, but still didn't hear any conversation.

"Squeak."

The door opened, the old monk opened it, frowned and looked at him and said:

"What's the difference between snooping and spying?"

The young monk was excited, raised his head and said:

"Master, Zhenzhi did not eavesdrop. Zhenzhi listened carefully."

"Strong words will make your homework twice as big today."

The old monk knocked on the young monk's head. Zhenzhi covered his head in pain and trotted away.

Shaking his head, the old monk turned around and looked at Zhenliang in the room:
"Since I went back to the mountain, I have faced the wall and thought about my mistakes. I am not allowed to go down the mountain for three months."

"Master..."

Zhenliang wanted to say something, but seeing the old monk's calm but unyielding look, he had no choice but to lower his head and say, "Yes."

From that night on, in addition to his daily homework, the young monk Zhenzhi also had to go to the back mountain to deliver meals to senior brother Zhenliang.

Two months passed by in a flash, and it was time to deliver meals again. Zhenzhi walked towards the back mountain with the meal in hand.

When he came to the cave in the mountain stream, he shouted:

"Senior brother, it's time to eat!"

However, the senior brother who used to come out when he heard his shouts did not respond today.

The young monk shouted twice more, but after receiving no response, he couldn't help but said doubtfully:
"Did Senior Brother oversleep today?"

As he spoke, he lifted up the hem of his monk's robe, stepped on the pebbles on the water surface of the mountain stream, and jumped to the cave.

Looking inside, I saw that the monk's robe was neatly folded and a letter was placed on it.

"Mom, no, Amitabha, senior brother has run away."

With that said, the young monk picked up the letter and ran back to the temple and handed the letter to the old monk.

After reading the letter, the old monk shook his head and sighed:
"What is supposed to come will always come. He has six impure roots and cannot escape the world of mortals. This will happen sooner or later. That's all, let him be."

"Master, where has senior brother gone?"

"Going back to his house."

"Senior brother still has a family?"

"Your senior brother is not an orphan. On the contrary, he is a member of a family."

"Then senior brother doesn't want to be a monk now. Do you want to go back and become a child of a noble family?"

"No, he is going back to steal the bride."

"Master, what is bride snatching?" The young monk looked at the old monk with a confused look.

The old monk was suffocated, decided to ignore this topic, and said instead:

"Why are you asking so many questions? Your senior brother's affairs have their own destiny. Have you finished your homework today?"

"finished."

"Then do it again!"

"Ah? Why?"

"Go!"

"Yes."

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Since then, the young monk has never seen Brother Zhenliang again.

Three years and three years passed, and the young monk was already in the age of dancing as an elephant.

Since he never fell behind on his daily homework, he was not distracted and entered the innate realm early. He took over the responsibilities of his master and went down the mountain from time to time to drive away ghosts and catch evil.

In addition, he was born with red lips, white teeth and a handsome face. He was a famous person in the surrounding villages.

Many female pilgrims come here to see the young monk.

The young monk didn't feel much about this. He just felt that there were more pilgrims coming to the temple and the money for incense was also much higher.

His bones had grown rapidly in the past two years, and Master complained several times that his monk's robes did not fit him.Now that I have enough money for incense, I finally solved the dilemma of having no money to buy monk robes.

On this day, after he finished his homework and before he went to clean up the fallen leaves, the old monk called him to the main hall.

"Go to the cloth shop in town and see if you can use the money to make a new monk's robe."

The young monk took the three copper coins and said rather puzzledly:

"Master, isn't the money for incense in the temple very strong recently?"

"Niezhang, that incense money is dedicated to Bodhisattvas and Buddhas, is it something you can use?"

"But Master, you obviously bought a new pair of shoes."

"This is a gift for my teacher! It's not bought!"

The old monk was so angry that he blew his beard and stared, and almost couldn't help but slap the evildoer to death.

Fortunately, he was good at cultivating qi, so he took a few breaths and said:
"To pay for incense, you have to repair the golden bodies of Bodhisattvas and Buddhas, and pick up leaky tile roofs. Could it be that you can do these things?"

"I can pick up tiles. I did it for a family when I went to Tongling Town to drive away ghosts."

"Then I'll save the labor money for you. Remember to ask the shopkeeper to choose a piece of durable material and make it larger, otherwise you will have to replace it next year."

"I know Master."

The little monk took the money and turned around happily to go down the mountain.

When he arrived at the cloth shop in the town, after informing him of his intention, the shopkeeper chose a piece of linen-colored fabric for him.

While waiting for the monk's robe to be made, a young girl came in with her maid.

After seeing the little monk, he immediately came forward excitedly:
"Little monk, why are you here?"

"Amitabha, the young monk is here to buy monk robes."

"You want to buy a new monk's robe? What kind of fabric did you choose?"

As she said that, the girl looked at the shopkeeper, who raised the cloth in his hand and said:
"Miss Lin, this is it."

"Why is it this color? It doesn't look good, it doesn't look good! Shopkeeper, please wait a moment and don't cut the scissors so fast."

The girl said twice that it didn't look good, then walked around the store, and finally pulled out a piece of white cloth with a brocade pattern:
"Shopkeeper, use this!"

The shopkeeper looked embarrassed when he saw this: "This piece is good, but it's price..."

The young monk also stood up and said:

"Amitabha, the young monk only needs to cover his body when making the robe. There is no need to worry about whether it looks good or not. The shopkeeper can just use the original piece."

"Isn't it just money? I'll pay the difference for him!"

The girl waved her hand proudly, and then stretched out her hand in front of the maid:
"Cai'er, bring me the money bag."

"This···"

The shopkeeper was a little embarrassed when he saw this, but seeing that the eldest daughter of the Lin family was getting angry, he could only apologize and said with a smile:
"Okay, okay, I will follow Miss Lin's wishes." The shopkeeper said, taking the cloth from the girl's hand and cutting it.

"Donor, you..." The young monk was a little anxious when he saw this.

But the girl waved her hand and said:
"It doesn't matter. I have a lot of pocket money, and you have helped my family catch ghosts. If dad were here, he would definitely agree with what I am doing, so don't refuse."

When the young monk saw that the shopkeeper had cut off the scissors, he had no choice but to pronounce the Buddha's name:
"Shopkeeper, would you like to know how much this cloth is worth?"

"Little Master, this cloth is very valuable. Not counting your tailoring fee, the cloth to make a monk's robe costs two taels of silver."

"Two Liang..."

The young monk muttered to himself, then looked at the girl and said:
"Amitabha, the young monk owes you one or two half silver. If you need anything in the future, you can go to the mountain temple to find the young monk."

"Giggle..."

The girl let out a silver bell-like laughter, her smile was as beautiful as her branches.

The young monk's face was filled with youthful aura, his face turned red, and his heartbeat was inexplicably fast.

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On the way back to the temple, the young monk held the white monk's robe in his arms, and inexplicably he always thought of the girl's chuckle.

At this time, he suddenly remembered what Senior Brother Zhenliang said:

'Do you think these female donors are good-looking, and do you want to get close to them? '

"Do I want to be close to her?"

The little monk asked to himself, then suddenly felt a little panicked and hurriedly quickened his pace and ran back to the temple.

Returning to the temple, he ran directly to the main hall, knelt in front of the old monk and said:

"Master, I met a tiger!"

The old monk didn't even raise his eyes as he knocked on the wooden fish and said:
"Why panic? With your innate skills, can this tiger still hurt you?"

"No, it's those tigers at the foot of the mountain."

The old monk opened his eyes when he heard this, stopped his hand and turned to look at the young monk holding the monk's robe:

"What happened?"

The young monk said it politely, and the old monk sighed after hearing it:
"Starting tomorrow, I'll go to the back mountain and face the wall. Whenever I don't think about that girl anymore, I'll come out anytime."

"Yes."

After hearing the old monk's punishment, the young monk felt less panicked, and then asked again:

"Master, has there been any news about Senior Brother Zhenliang?"

The old monk was silent for a moment: "He is dead."

"what?!"

The young monk didn't expect that the gentle senior brother Zhenliang was actually dead. He was stunned for a while and then said:
"How could this be?"

"He went back to snatch the bride and was shot to death by random arrows."

"But, isn't Senior Brother Zhenliang already innate? How could he still be injured by bows and arrows?"

"So what about innateness? The Longnan family has tens of thousands of elite soldiers. Can he kill eight hundred with one breath of innate energy, or can he kill a thousand? There will always be a time when he runs out of breath."

As if talking about the secret that has been pressing in his heart for a long time, the old monk sounded a little more emotional:
"When I took him in as a teacher, I saw that his six roots were impure and his heart was attached to the world of mortals. However, he thought that the Buddha might be able to save the world and he might be able to survive this calamity. Unfortunately, he still walked into the rolling world of mortals by himself."

After speaking, the old monk looked at the young monk and warned him seriously:
"You are different from him. You have been an orphan since you were a child. You have no worries and worries, but you don't want to get involved in the world of mortals."

The little monk nodded blankly, and then seemed to think of something:
"Master, can you give me one or two and a half pieces of silver?"

"It's ridiculous, you have to pay the debt yourself, how can you get money from being a teacher?"

"But Master, didn't you tell me not to get involved..."

"Face the wall and figure out how to solve your own problems."

After saying that, the old monk turned around and continued to knock the wooden fish.

"Master is really a miser..."

The young monk muttered, and then heard the old monk say:

"While facing the wall, your homework will be doubled! The teacher will personally deliver food to you and check your homework."

With a bitter look on his face, the young monk responded weakly, stood up and left with his white robe in his arms.

After the young monk left, the old monk put down his gavel and looked at the green lantern in front of the Buddha in trance:

"The world of mortals is endless and cannot be stopped. Each one has its own destiny."

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The next day, the young monk changed into a new monk's robe, which made him more handsome and handsome.

Sitting in the cave and reciting scriptures, at noon, the sound of footsteps came from outside the cave:

"Come out and eat."

After hearing this, the young monk immediately stood up and walked out of the cave.

But he saw a pretty girl standing next to the old monk carrying a food box.

The young monk's mind was suddenly filled with Buddhist scriptures and precepts, and he said with a puzzled look on his face:
"How did you come?"

　I wish everyone a happy Mid-Autumn Festival. If there is any repetitive garbled code in this chapter, just refresh it.

　　
　
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