I’m a Big Boss In Uncle Jiu’s World

Chapter 777 Fairy Castle

"What's happening here?"

In front of the blazing Temple of the Goddess, Uncle Jiu pointed at the raging flames and asked Qin Yao, who was stuck in the door and pointed out the time of the fire.

"What else could it be?" Qin Yao said with a smile: "I set up a trap to make the Crow Emperor and the Heavenly Lady Palace Master kill each other, and then killed the Palace Master through a sneak attack, and finally burned all the evil in a fire."

Seeing him say all this calmly and even with a smile, Uncle Jiu was used to it and didn't think it was anything, but Ding Yin, who was a relative stranger to him, felt a little shuddering.

 Many things are simple to say but not necessarily easy to do.

The Crow Emperor and the Heavenly Lady Palace Master are not easy to compare with. It is not easy to design them and succeed in doing so.

 “Ding Yin!”

At this time, two monks came to them one after another. The big monk holding the Zen staff suddenly cried out.

"Zang Xiaoru?" Ding Yinxun asked, and he immediately understood the purpose of the other party's trip, and said meaningfully: "You came too late."

Zang Xiaoru frowned and said **** for tat: "Is it the Goddess Palace that you destroyed? What are you proud of?"

  Ding Yin: “…”

 "Daxia Ding, Uncle Jiu, Taoist Master Qin." Fortunately, Di Mingqi rushed over at this moment, which invisibly resolved Ding Yin's embarrassment.

“I, Zang Xiaoru of the Kunlun Sect, would like to thank the Taoist Master on behalf of all the creatures who were harmed by the Heavenly Lady Palace.” The great monk borrowed the donkey from the **** and turned around to salute Qin Yao.

 “Qin Yao from Maoshan, I’d like to pay my respects to Zen Master Xiaoru.” Qin Yao returned the greeting.

  Ding Yin, Di Mingqi, Xiao Ru, and the little monk Yizhen are the protagonists in this story. He still wanted to gain experience in this group, so he would not pretend to be big in front of Xiaoru's master and apprentice.

"Maoshan..." Xiaoru nodded and said politely, "I wonder who Master Qin studied under?"

"Ahem." Uncle Jiu coughed dryly. After attracting the other party's attention, he cupped his hands and said, "I'm Lin Jiu from Maoshan. I'm Qin Yao's master."

Xiaoru's expression changed slightly, and she quickly clasped her hands together: "Disrespect, disrespect."

 “You’re welcome, Zen Master.” Uncle Jiu waved his hand.

Hearing this, Xiaoru breathed a sigh of relief and said thoughtfully: "Ding Yin, have you received the message from Changmei?"

Ding Yin said in surprise: "A message from Changmei? What happened?"

Xiaoru: "You haven't returned to the Nanhai Sect, have you? A few days ago, a Four-Elephant Demon Sect that believed in the Blood God appeared in the world. They burned, killed, looted, and committed all kinds of evil. It is said that they also want to resurrect the Blood Demon. Master Changmei gave it to me I sent a letter, saying that you and I are invited to go to the Four Elephants Demon Sect to suppress the evil spirits and nip them in the bud.”

Ding Yin nodded slightly: "I have been walking around the rivers and lakes for this period of time and have never returned to the mountains. But since I learned about this from you, the two of us will go together."

Xiao Ru waved her hands repeatedly: "There is no need to travel together. We, master and disciple, do not take the ordinary path and are used to being free. It is not suitable for us to travel with you. If you have no objections, you only need to leave before the 15th of next month. Just arrive at the Snowy Mountains. The headquarters of the Four Elephants Demon Sect is on top of the Snowy Mountains. I’ll be waiting for you under the Snowy Mountains.”

Ding Yin said angrily: "You are still so weird. Those who don't know better would think that both your master and disciple are not serious, so you are afraid that others will follow you."

Xiaoru said calmly: "What do other people think of me? What does it have to do with me? Okay, without further ado, Taoist Lin, Taoist Qin, and the poor monk have taken the lead."

“Zen Master, please excuse me,” Uncle Jiu said.

Qin Yao bowed his hands and saluted: "The kingdoms are at war, the world is in chaos, and evil spirits appear frequently. I hope you two have a safe journey."

　　——

 Four days later.

 The moon is hazy, illuminating the rivers. Outside a village that was engulfed in flames, Ding formed a sword art with his hands. The long sword behind him turned into countless swords like a peacock spreading its wings. Under the control of his spiritual will, it turned into a rain of light and passed through a group of demon cultists. chest.

 “Bang, bang, bang…”

　　Corpses fell to the ground one after another with dead eyes fixed on them. The children who had been plundered by them had their hands tied with knots and were strung together into a long dragon. At this moment, they were all squatting on the ground, crying loudly.

"Don't cry, don't cry." After combining hundreds of flying swords in the air, Ding used his spiritual thoughts to control the sword. The blade was inserted back into the scabbard behind him like an old horse knowing the way. His movements were as graceful as ever. He was handsome, but there was no trace of ease on his face. Instead, he looked worried.

Killing a few demon cultists is nothing. With the help of strong strength, just draw your sword and kill them directly. The real trouble is these children who have been robbed by the demon cultists and taken to be sacrificed without knowing where.

Judging from the number of these nearly a hundred children, they must not be from the same village, and their villages, including their parents and relatives, may have disappeared in the flames just like the village behind them.

“Two Taoist priests, do you have any good ideas?”

Ding Yin could not solve this problem, so he pointed at the group of children who looked like clay monkeys in front of him, and looked at Master Qin Yao and his disciples with hope.

Uncle Jiu shook his head and said honestly: "I can't help it."

 He ​​has positioned himself as a reincarnation traveler. He cannot live in this world forever, so he cannot be responsible for these children to the end.

Qin Yao pondered: "They can't follow the travelers who wander around the world, so they must have a place to stay. Ding Daxia, are there any famous and decent people around here? Even if you accept them as child labor, it will give them a way to live."

Ding Yin thought hard. After a moment, his eyes lit up: "I remembered! There is a sect called Xianbao nearby. Rumor has it that the owner of Xianbao is kind-hearted and may be able to accept them."

 Chin Yao: “…”

How does this sound like bullying an honest person?

 The next day.

　　Dusk.

 The setting sun is shining slantingly, and the breeze is cool.

Ding Yin, Di Mingqi, Jiu Shu, and Qin Yao brought hundreds of children to the fairy castle. At a Dunhuang mural, they saw the fairy castle talker leading a group of women.

 “Meet the Lord of the Castle.”

Ding Yin had something to ask for and was the first to salute.

"I've met Daxia Ding." The middle-aged Taoist nun, wearing a green gown and holding a sword in her hand, returned the favor.

“The castle master is too polite.” Ding Yin forced a smile on his face and tried to close the distance with his appearance.

Should I say it or not, as the most handsome man in the Nanhai School, he can be called the jade tree in the wind.

It’s just that the middle-aged Taoist nun didn’t accept this trick at all. Her face was extremely indifferent, almost indifferent: "I won’t say more polite words. Daxia Ding suddenly visited my fairy castle. I wonder if I can give you any advice?"

Ding Yin's smile froze slightly, and a haze arose in his heart. He suddenly lost confidence in the purpose of this trip: "I shouldn't take advice seriously. On the contrary, we have something to ask for."

The middle-aged Taoist nun looked up at the hundreds of children behind them, her face as dark as water: "Master Ding, please speak."

Ding Yin pursed his lips and said bravely: "As you can see, these children behind are all poor people who were persecuted by the demonic monks. The countryside was burned and the families were broken. I hope that Fairy Castle can sell me a favor and give it to them. A way to survive.”

 (End of this chapter)