Reborn Wild Boar: What's wrong with eating a few single people?

Yuan Qing Guan.

In the Hall of Incense, Taoist Yuan Yu roughly understood what happened to Yuan Hu after listening to Zhu Ganglie's retelling of the whole story.

Taoist Yuan Yu narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Zhu Ganglie with a slightly sad face with flickering eyes. He looked directly into his eyes, his sharp eyes like two sharp knives.

"Is this serious?"

Hearing this, Zhu Ganglie looked solemn and replied without hesitation: "Master, this is absolutely true!"

Feeling that there was no fluctuation in the aura on Zhu Ganglie's body, and that there was no abnormality in the gaze deep in his eyes, Taoist Yuan Yu withdrew his gaze and spoke sternly.

"Although Yuanhu is lacking in his actions, his brain is not very smart, and he is not as good as you in every aspect, he has always been my master's disciple. He has been doing his best for his master during this period. Now he has lost his job because of his master's affairs. Life, as a teacher, I can’t let Yuan Hu feel cold under Jiuquan, let’s let the entire Tianwu City be buried with him!”

After hearing Taoist Yuan Yu's remarks, Zhu Ganglie was shocked. A trace of astonishment flashed in his black and white eyes, and he didn't react for a while.

Is Taoist Yuan Yu going to massacre the entire Tianwu City?

Is Junior Brother Yuanhu really so important to this old thief? Avenge Yuan Ho at the cost of massacre?

That's more than 100,000 people. Can they really withstand this catastrophe?

To be honest, Zhu Ganglie didn't believe it.

Although this old thief looks like an immortal, his methods of action are truly evil and crooked, such as blood demon hands, alchemy refining alone, believers planting demons, and the black and white demon flags we just saw, etc., these This is enough to show that this old thief is evil and belongs to the real great devil and true devil.

Therefore, the massacre of the city mentioned by the old thief must have other unknown secrets, but Zhu Ganglie does not know it at the moment.

"Gang Lie, you will accompany me to Tianwu City in three days." Taoist Yuan Yu then ordered.

After reacting, Zhu Ganglie's eyes flashed, he patted his belly, and thanked Yuanhu for Yuanhu without blushing or heartbeat.

"Yes, Master, Junior Brother Yuanhu's spirit in heaven will definitely thank you, Master, for avenging this great revenge for him, and he will be able to rest in peace even under the Nine Springs."

"You should stay well in the temple these days and don't run around to avoid causing unnecessary trouble. After the incident in Tianwu City is over, I will take you to the capital."

As soon as he finished speaking, Taoist Yuan Yu's figure flickered, turned and left the Incense Hall, and disappeared behind the main hall.

Looking at Taoist Yuan Yu's leaving figure, a strong doubt flashed in Zhu Ganglie's eyes.

This old thief Yuan Yu is really weird and unpredictable. Why is he going to Daliang Capital?

There is the capital of the entire Daliang Kingdom. Not only are there many talented people and strange people, but the most important thing is that the Demon Suppressing Division is in the capital. Isn't this the case of knowing that there are tigers in the mountains and preferring to travel to the tiger mountains? For monsters like them, it's like throwing themselves into a trap.

After thinking for a long time, Zhu Ganglie didn't understand Taoist Yuan Yu's intention, just like now he also didn't understand Taoist Yuan Yu's purpose of coming to Tianwucheng.

If it was really just to massacre the city, with Taoist Yuan Yu's strength, he would massacre them when they first came to Tianwu City, why wait until now.

Zhu Ganglie, who couldn't figure it out at the moment, could only take one step at a time. Anyway, if the sky fell, Taoist Yuan Yu would hold it up first.

With this in mind, Zhu Ganglie turned around and left the Incense Hall, returned to his private room, and waited quietly for three days.

...

Tianwu City.

In a forest ten miles away in the southeast, two figures were sitting quietly under the shade of a big tree to rest.

Looking carefully, I saw that the two figures were actually two monks, one old and one young, wearing white monk robes.

The white monk's robe has gone through years of baptism and repeated washing, and has become slightly worn. There are even several conspicuous holes on it. The originally pure and white color is now slightly yellowish.

The old monk was so thin that it seemed as if a gust of wind could blow him down.

The weather-beaten face was covered with deep and shallow wrinkles, and every ravine seemed to be telling an unknown past. The traces left by these years bear witness to the vicissitudes he has experienced.

A strand of hair over a foot long hung down from his temples, as white as frost and snow;

There are also a few strands of long white beard on the chin, which flutter gently in the wind, adding a bit of immortal air.

Although the old monk is old, his mental state is surprisingly good, and he looks radiant and energetic.

Especially those eyes, which are deep and bright, like the bright stars in the night sky, full of wisdom and calmness.

Whenever he speaks or smiles, his kind and friendly elder demeanor is revealed, making people feel like they are bathing in the warm spring breeze, extremely comfortable and comfortable.

Next to the old monk, a young monk in his early twenties sat quietly.

This young monk was very handsome and his eyes were as bright as gems. From time to time, there is a flash of cleverness and intelligence, which makes it appear particularly lively and lively.

At this moment, the old monk was closing his eyes, clasping his hands on his chest, sitting cross-legged on the ground steadily, and muttering scriptures in a low voice.

An antique six-ring copper staff lay flat on his knees, and the body of the staff faintly exuded a mysterious Buddha light.

Suddenly, the old monk suddenly opened his eyes, and a ray of golden Buddha light faintly flashed between his eyes.

The old monk stood up and looked deeply at the sky somewhere on the outskirts of Tianwu City. There was a looming black cloud like a black dot. It appeared and disappeared just as fast, almost in the blink of an eye.

However, although the black magic cloud appeared far away, it still could not escape the old monk's sharp eyes, and he noticed something abnormal.

Seeing the master stop chanting, the young monk on the side opened his eyes and looked at the master curiously.

But he saw his master staring in the direction of Tianwu City with a solemn look on his face.

"Master, what are you looking at?"

The young monk's eyes flashed, as if he didn't want to sit down for a moment. He immediately stood up and came to the old monk's side. He put his hand on his forehead and looked in the direction of the old monk's gaze, but he couldn't see anything.

"Shiquan, keep on your way! Get to Tianwu City and settle down before dark."

The old monk glanced at the young monk with a soft look and spoke slowly.

Then he straightened the wrinkled monk's robe, raised his legs and walked towards Tianwu City.

"Oh, okay Master."

The young monk Shiquan had a puzzled expression on his face and thought to himself.

"What happened to Master today? He left before he finished reciting the sutra. This is the first time."

Seeing the old monk walking further and further away, Shiquan quickly picked up the luggage on the ground, held it in his arms, and hurriedly chased after him.

While running, he shouted: "Master, Master, wait for me..."

The figures of the old man and the young man gradually moved away and disappeared at the end of the road.