After eavesdropping on the little junior sister’s voice, the entire sect went crazy.

The Qiao family is located in Mubian City, which is more remote than Yuchi City where Jiang Xin and the others are located. There is no direct access by spirit boat, so they can only go there by themselves.

Starting from Yuchi City, you have to cross a large desert to reach Mubien City.

In the desert, monsters are rampant and horse bandits are infested. If you don't have enough cultivation, you will easily encounter accidents.

Monks below the Nascent Soul stage usually go together. If they can't find like-minded companions, some monks will pay a sum of spiritual stones to the caravans traveling between the two places and go together with the caravans. This is safer.

Jiang Xin and the others had a large number of people, and each of them had solid cultivation. They could go directly to Mubian City without recruiting any more companions.

Wu Xin had come from there before, and now he was familiar with the road when he turned back.

He could not see the road, so he generously donated the map of Xizhou he had obtained through alms.

This map is so carefully drawn that it can even mark the location of the map holder on the map, making it easier for the holder to identify the direction.

Such an exquisite map is a high-level magic weapon, and it is normally difficult to obtain it through alms.

Jiang Xin thought Wu Xin was amazing: "Master, which kind person gave you this map?"

Wu Xin smiled slightly: "It was given by a horse bandit who stopped the poor monk when he was crossing the desert."

Jiang Xin felt that the gift Wu Xin mentioned was not the same thing as the gift she understood: "Did he give it willingly?"

Wu Xin was a rigorous monk, and he reasoned out: "The poor monk took out his heart and put it aside. If it had not been eaten by monsters, the scorching heat of Xizhou must have dried it, so his heart should be willingly.”

Jiang Xin: "..."

It’s this time, and you’re actually making fun of homophones?

"Aren't monks merciful? Why do you want Black Tiger to take out your heart?" Chu Linfeng was suddenly worried that this was a fake monk who would not be able to successfully redeem himself after his death.

Wuxin tried hard to defend the compassion of the monks: "That's why the poor monk took out the money quickly and accurately, allowing the horse bandit benefactor to walk peacefully."

Chu Linfeng: "...Does he still want to thank you?"

Wu Xin was indifferent to fame and wealth: "I don't intend to repay kindness. As long as this horse bandit benefactor washes away all his sins and is reincarnated smoothly, the poor monk will be considered to have completed his merits."

Although the master killed people, took out his heart, defrauded people of food and drink, he was a good monk.

Jiang Xin clasped her hands together and thanked her devoutly: "Thank you, the horse bandit benefactor, for your gift. Let's set off."

The Bagua disk in Lin Yan's hand was enlarged, and the group sat on it and flew quickly towards the direction pointed by the map.

The Xun Gua on the Bagua plate shone brightly, and the wind brought by it formed a protective shield around them, protecting them from the scorching heat from the outside world.

They did not fly high and did not enter the range of the sea of ​​clouds, so they would not be attacked by cloud beasts.

This flying speed will be much slower, but it is enough for Jiang Xin and the others.

After avoiding the sea of ​​clouds, you can still enjoy the scenery on the ground while flying at low altitude.

Xizhou's middle-aged hot weather and lack of water resources have created its unique natural features.

After entering the depths of the desert, Jiang Xin could often see the dried bones of some monster beasts, but never the human bones.

Jiangxiao felt strange: "It is said that the desert of Xizhou is full of dangers. Horse bandits often kill people and steal goods. We only saw some traces of battles and bloodstains along the way, but there are no human corpses. Does that mean no one died?"

Wu Xin shook his head: "All resources are precious in Xizhou, including corpses."

Jiangxiao doesn't understand.

The pale starry stone mask on Zhaoshi's face exuded a faint starlight color. The long eyelashes behind the mask trembled slightly and said in a low voice: "Their bodies were either taken away by their companions or taken away by horse bandits." Refining magic weapons or using them for other purposes.”

"As for the corpses of those monster beasts you saw, it's because they haven't been discovered yet. Otherwise, they would have been taken away too."

Essentially, the corpses of humans and monsters are the same, and can also be used as raw materials for refining magic weapons or elixirs.

Due to moral and ethical reasons, righteous monks would not do this.

But this is not necessarily the case for evil cultivators.

Some evil cultivators even choose human bones with deep resentments as raw materials in order to enhance the effectiveness of magical weapons. Since these horse bandits who are active in the wilderness are engaged in the business of killing people and selling goods, they have naturally forgotten about morality and ethics for a long time, and they will definitely not let go of the opportunity to make money with corpses.

The amnesiac Demon Lord obviously did not expect that Xizhou would be so dangerous, and seemed to be frightened.

He was originally standing on the edge of the Bagua disk and stepped back until he reached the center of the Bagua disk. He squatted down and hugged his little self: "It's so scary."

Jiang Xin walked to him and sat down, patted Jiang Xiao on the back, and comforted him like a senior sister: "Junior brother, don't be afraid, senior sister will protect you."

"Senior sister is so kind." Jiang Xiao happily moved towards Jiang Xin. The place was obviously empty, but he still insisted on squeezing in with her.

Zhao Shi stared at them with complicated emotions for a moment, then silently looked away.

It's nice to be a kid, with a simple mind and not having to think too complicated.

The junior sister knew that this was His Majesty the Demon King who destroyed heaven and earth, yet she could say words of protection without any psychological burden. It was really enviable.

I hope that His Majesty the Demon Lord will never regain his memory, lest they kill him just because they saw his embarrassing appearance.

Along the way, Jiang Xin and others also encountered two groups of horse bandits who committed murder and swindled goods, as well as many monsters.

However, the brothers and sisters were very powerful and easily defeated each other, eliminating harm for the people.

The group of people arrived safely outside Mubian City. Lin Yan put away the Bagua tray and everyone walked to the city gate and lined up to enter the city.

To enter the city, you need to pay two hundred low-grade spiritual stones to apply for a city entry permit. It is not too expensive, but you have to pay it every time you enter the city.

If you don’t want to go through such trouble, you can apply for a long-term city entry permit at a higher price.

There are many people queuing up to enter the city, and this money alone can bring a lot of money to Mubian City.

Mubian City was decided by the Qiao family, which was equivalent to the private property of the Qiao family. All the city entry fees went into the pockets of the Qiao family.

Jiang Xin sighed repeatedly: "If our Tianshui Sect was as evil as them and collected city fees from Yunming City, we would make a lot of money."

Yunming City is larger than Mubian City, with more monks coming in and out, and the income must be more considerable.

It's a pity that the Tianshui Sect is too proud and conscientious to earn this dirty money.

The desert is full of dangers, and Mubian City is the only city within a radius of 500 miles and the only relatively safe place.

Many monks who are practicing outside are willing to pay this amount of spiritual stones in order to find a safe place to rest, even if they are short of money.

There were many people entering the city, and Jiang Xin and the others waited in line for a while before their turn came.

The guard counted the heads and said directly: "There are six people in total, right? One thousand two hundred low-grade spiritual stones."

Chu Linfeng was about to give the spirit stone, but saw Wu Xin take out six passes from his Sumeru Ring, and they were all long-term city entry permits.

After checking that there were no problems, the guards let the six people into the city.

After walking through the city gate, there were no outsiders around. Jiang Xin looked at Wu Xin and asked: "Master, are these six passes of yours also given by the kind-hearted horse bandit?"

Wu Xin shook his head: "It's not him."

Everyone was still a little disappointed.

Wuxin added: "The poor monk was afraid that he would be too lonely on the road alone, so he went to their village to see his companions off. These passes were picked up by the poor monk in the village."

After speaking, he clasped his hands together with a pious and holy face, "Amitabha, thank you for the gift of nature."

"It's said that family members don't kill, Master..." Zhaoshi couldn't continue. This was completely different from the eminent monk of Zenkong Temple he imagined.

Master Wu Xin has profound attainments in Buddhism and has his own logic: "All living beings are suffering, and it is a great achievement for a poor monk to send them to bliss early."

Everyone in Tianshui Sect: "..."

Listen, what is the art of speaking!

This is the art of speaking! (End of chapter)