Daily life of slaying demons in the government

Chapter 235 Methodical
Leeward Ridge is a steep mountain range that stretches for more than a hundred miles. It is said that wild beasts roam here, and ordinary hunters dare not hang around here. Nine out of ten times they go there, and they never return. They say that the hunters were carried away by tigers or wolves, and their bodies are never found.

But there are actually very few wild animals in the Leeward Ridge. Even if there are, they are mostly small animals such as rabbits. Large beasts have no chance of survival here.

The further you go into the mountains, the more strange rocks and trees you will see. The dense leaves block out the sky above your head. Even at noon, there are gusts of coolness in the mountains, making it look eerie.

However, the depths of this gloomy forest are not uninhabited, but rather hide a large number of buildings, including no less than thirty simple stone houses of various sizes. From time to time, people in black robes can be seen walking among the stone houses.

But there were few human voices, and the place was as quiet as the dense forest around it.

A sound of footsteps was heard, and a group of people suddenly passed through a barrier like a water curtain and entered the depths of the dense forest.

Boom!
Like the sound of a huge bell, this gloomy and silent mountain area suddenly "boiled", and people with strange shapes and a gloomy and terrifying aura came out of the stone house one after another.

"Is the Peak Master back?!"

"The Peak Master has come out of retreat?!"

"It seems that Yue Wang is here too? This is quite strange."

There were more than ten people in the group, with Prince Yue Zhou Zhong and Chen Jing walking in the front. Chen Jing had a cold expression on his face, and he just nodded slightly without stopping for a moment when people on both sides of the road knelt down to greet him.

Zhou Zhong, on the other hand, seemed to be familiar with many people on the street. He greeted them one after another and sometimes even patted other people's shoulders or arms, as if he was at home.

"Or I'll give this peak master position to you. You're more familiar with them than I am." Chen Jing curled his lips. He found Zhou Zhong's familiarity amusing and took the opportunity to test him.

"You wish for it. The Huashen Sect's brand is too hot to handle. I can't take it."

"Hey, it's Requiem Tower, don't call it the wrong way."

"What the hell is this Requiem Building? Where is it?"

"That's right! Can you help me build a building after this storm has passed?"

"Okay, I'm just afraid I can't get through."

"It works."

"Can I do it? I want to go into the mountains with you guys, right? I'd rather die than ask for mercy. Let's go. We have to meet your disciples first and then we can talk it over clearly." After saying that, Zhou Zhong did not delay any more on the road and walked quickly up. Finally, the group stopped outside a big house at the highest point of the mountain.

At this time, four people were kneeling outside the house, with their heads on the ground, showing utmost respect.

"Disciple respectfully welcomes Master back to the mountain! Congratulations to Master for his great progress in divine power!"

"Welcome King Yue, may King Yue enjoy eternal happiness!"

Among these four people, only the woman in the middle looked normal, and the other three looked weird. But fortunately, they all had human faces, otherwise it wouldn't be a problem to say they were demons.

"Get up and talk."

"Thank you Master!"

Seeing the four people stand up, Chen Jing showed a smile on his face. Although Huashen Sect values ​​divine will over human feelings, after so many years, Chen Jing still has some nostalgia for his disciples.

Moreover, Chen Jing originally had eight disciples, but two died in the bloody disaster, and two died in the killing. Now, only half of them are left.

"Thank you for your hard work these years."

"It's just our duty as a disciple. How dare you, Master, make us so frightened!"

After a brief conversation, the group entered the big house. Two of the people Zhou Zhong brought with him were left guarding outside the door, and the rest followed them in.

The room was spacious, and in the center, where the main hall should be, there was a statue. The statue had a human body with an animal's head, wings, and a single horn.

There was an incense burner in front of the statue. Chen Jing and Zhou Zhong both knelt down and bowed deeply, then lit two incense sticks.

The magical thing is that after the two of them finished burning incense, the horn on the statue inexplicably flashed red light, as if responding to them.

After sitting down, Chen Jing stroked the armrest of the chair and asked after a while: "How many people died this time?"

The tallest and strongest of the four disciples replied in a muffled voice, "Twenty-one people died in total.

Eleven of them died in bloodbaths, and the remaining ten died in slaughter."

Chen Jing frowned and asked, "Why are there so many more than before?"

Every time Chen Jing woke up it was between fifteen and seventeen years. Every time he returned to the mountain, the first thing he asked was how many disciples had died during these years and how many new disciples had joined.

Don't think that evil ways can multiply as quickly as mice just because they don't pay much attention to talent.

Although talent is not important, the evil path involves blood disasters, and is rejected by everyone in the world. Life there is actually more difficult than that of a casual cultivator.

An independent cultivator can also find a rich family’s home to hide in. He doesn’t have to continue climbing the path to immortality, but can still enjoy wealth and comfort comfortably.

The evil monks don’t have this advantage. They either have to keep climbing up or die.

Meeting a strange prince like Zhou Zhong was already a great fortune for Huashen Sect over the years. At least if it weren't for Zhou Zhong's protection, the remnants of Chen Jing might not be able to protect so many people now.

There was even a time when only a dozen people died in ten or so years, which was far higher than the survival chance of ordinary evil monks.

But this time, twenty-one people died, which was really too many.

“In reply to Master, the blood calamity has suddenly become stronger recently. Many disciples will lose control of the blood calamity if they make the slightest mistake, and they will be unable to resist it at all.

In addition, five years ago, he had a feud with a group of independent practitioners, and several of his disciples died.

And recently, several people died while helping Prince Yue."

Chen Jing glanced at Zhou Zhong beside him, but didn't say anything. After all, as Zhou Zhong said before, he and Zhou Zhong were now on the same boat, and if the boat sank, no one could escape.

Dead people? Even if you fight to the death, you can’t retreat.

It is the blood disaster that deserves Chen Jing's attention.

"Blood tribulation is unpredictable, and the ghost spirit method is not infallible. I told you not to blindly pursue the number of ghost spirits. I wonder if you heard it. The number is only a short-term strength inflation, and it is of no benefit to transferring blood tribulation. The most correct way is to cultivate ghost spirits to the point that they can keep pace with you.

Those who die are those who cannot listen and seek their own death. "

Chen Jing knew all too well what kind of people his disciples were like. He was angry at them for not fighting back, but he could do nothing about it. How could those who took the wrong path be obedient? Chen Jing himself didn't have this habit, and he learned his lesson only after many setbacks and almost losing his life. Now he could only talk about it.

After a pause, Chen Jing continued, "From today on, this place of shelter will be temporarily closed. Tomorrow you will bring all the disciples in the mountain with me down the mountain and settle in the southern military camp."

The four people standing below raised their heads and looked at Chen Jing when they heard this, then glanced at Zhou Zhong who was sitting next to them drinking tea. They seemed to understand something immediately, and a hint of ecstasy flashed in their eyes.

Chen Jing could not help noticing the joy on their faces. He reminded them, "I know what you are thinking. But things have not come to that stage yet. We are just making some preparations. Without my orders, you must each control your own followers. Anyone who dares to mess around in the army will be punished for blasphemy!"

Blasphemy?
The four people below trembled all over when they heard this, and the ecstasy in their eyes instantly disappeared.

(End of this chapter)