Sweeping Monk, Go Down the Mountain at Full Level

"Crash..."

The sweet rain mixed with dragon blood and Buddha blood fell on the patient, and the dragon scale corpse spots on the skin faded at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The pale face quickly recovered his vitality, and his body seemed to have inexhaustible strength.

Although the blood of the dragon and the Buddha has been diluted by the water of the ten thousand hectares of Cangjiang, it is still a great tonic for mortals.

The Dragon Blood Rain not only removes the evil dragon's corpse poison, but also replenishes the qi and blood of ordinary people, which is similar to drinking ginseng soup.

There are also people who are not standing in the street 117 in the rain.

Xu Changsheng stepped on the third-grade Baohua lotus platform, flew high into the sky, used the majestic Buddha power in his body, and said, "The poor monk Xuankong has concocted an antidote for the plague."

"The rain falls from the sky, but it is actually the poor monk who is walking the clouds and raining, blending into the antidote."

"If you are infected with the plague, or if your relatives suffer from the plague, carry him to the street and let him bathe in the rain."

Xu Changsheng's voice was not loud, but it traveled thousands of miles, echoing endlessly.

The people of the ancient town along the Cangjiang River could hear Xu Changsheng's voice clearly echoing in their ears.

"It's Saint Monk Xuankong!"

"He is walking clouds and raining, raining down the rain, and dispelling the plague."

"Quick, quick, quick! Help papa out into the street."

"And my brother, he also contracted the plague, so give it a try by bathing in the rain."

The people who hid in their houses to avoid the rain walked suspiciously to the streets and alleys and looked up at the sky.

The torrential rain turned into a misty drizzle.

The rain swept across my face, like a gentle, light and elegant way to dispel the hatred in the world.

In the plague patients exposed to the rain, the dragon scale corpse spots quickly subsided.

Nutrient-deficient body continuously restores qi, blood and strength.

"I'm fine...I'm fine!"

"Hahaha, it's true, I'm fine too."

"God open your eyes, thank Xuankong"

"Mother, your plague is cured, woo woo woo..."

The healed people cheered and danced with joy, and some knelt on the ground and worshipped.

"Thank you Saint Monk Xuankong!"

"The great kindness and virtue of the holy monk, I can't repay it!"

"Holy monk, this is the real holy monk."

"My Zhang family is willing to worship the holy monk with the incense of the whole life."

"Father, I want to build a temple for Saint Monk Xuankong."

......Xu Changsheng's expression changed, and he noticed that pure thoughts of sentient beings were gathering from all directions.

This is the gratitude and inspiration of all living beings, which is transformed into the power of thought, without the slightest desire mixed in it, so it is extremely pure.

"Daluo Golden Bowl, come back."

Xu Changsheng took a stroke with his palm and took back the Daluo Golden Bowl.

"These...the power of thought is so pure that it can be used to improve one's cultivation, or to refine tools."

Holding the Daluo golden bowl in his hand, he collects the pure mind power gathered from all directions.

After a while, the golden bowl was filled with crystal clear, pure liquid that did not emit nine colors of light.

The reason why there are no nine-colored rays of light is because these... Psychic power has no mixed desires.

If the mind power of all beings contains desires for power, money, emotion, physicality, etc., it will emit various rays of light.

Gratitude, the power of gratitude, is the purest and most precious.

Xu Changsheng turned his eyes and decided to use these... pure thought power to refine the artifact.

He remained vigilant at all times, believing the idea that incense was poisonous.

"I have practice points to improve my cultivation, without absorbing thought power."

Xu Changsheng's eyes flashed, and finally landed on the corpse of the evil dragon in the golden bowl of Da Luo.

"Cause and retribution, dependent origination and cessation, these.... Thought power arises because of you, and it is more suitable for you to use it...."

Xu Changsheng decided to take the corpse of the evil dragon and combine it with pure mind power to refine a Buddha treasure.

However, Xu Changsheng hadn't thought about what to refine.

The matter of treasure refining, put aside for the time being, Xu Changsheng and Bai Suzhen and several daughters returned to the ancient water town together.

The flood swept across the border, the ancient town was in a mess, and a large number of houses were washed away.

Xu Changsheng walked around and found that the flood broke out for a short time. Fortunately, it was dealt with in time, and the casualties were not serious.

The rain that falls from the sky can not only dispel the evil dragon corpse poison, replenish qi and blood, but also have a miraculous effect on healing.

The injury of the broken skin and flesh can be recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye after bathing in the rain.

Bai Suzhen, Xiaoqing, Nie Xiaoqian, and Ning Caicheng spread out and started rescue in various parts of the ancient water town.

With their help, some broken beams collapsed by the flood, and the people overwhelmed by the ruins, got out of the predicament smoothly.

The people who were saved, the left one is "Female Bodhisattva"

, the right mouth is "Holy Monk"

He kept yelling, thanking Xu Changsheng and Bai Suzhen from the bottom of his heart.

After working for a while, it was finally over, and the girls rested for a while.

Xu Changsheng said: "The plague has been resolved, and the poor monk is going to return to Yandu to tell Master Fu."

Bai Suzhen said: "The capital of Yan is very far away from Shuzhou, you should rest for a while before setting off."

Xu Changsheng said with a smile: "It's okay, the poor monk has magical powers, and it can be reached in an instant, and it doesn't take much time at all."

"Wait for the poor monk to explain to Master Fu, and return immediately, and then the poor monk plans to travel around the countries, first to the Mount Emei in the state of Shu."

Nie Xiaoqian nodded and said, "Little monk, hurry up and come back, my sisters and I will be waiting for you in the town."

Xu Changsheng nodded, and after saying goodbye to the girls, he used his supernatural powers to teleport directly to the Yandu Palace.

The power of magic is that as long as he travels, or where there is a shadow of Xu Changsheng Buddha, no matter how far apart he is, he can reach it instantly.

......Tianmo Mountain, Ten Thousand Demons Cave.

A black-robed man with red eyebrows and eagle eyes was sitting on the throne formed by the accumulation of thousands of corpses, his eyes flashing with ice-cold purple lightning.

At this time, a tall and burly man with a blue face, covered with spells, wrapped around an adult arm, walked into the cave of ten thousand demons.

"Tianluo Demon Venerable, the plan of this seat's Dragon Poison Corpse Soldier has failed."

The black-robed man with red eyebrows and eagle eyes said with a gloomy face: "King Yaksha, it was a little Buddhist monk who ruined your plan, and it has nothing to do with this seat."

......: Evil dragon corpse, what kind of Buddha treasure is good to refine

Chapter 70 Tianluo Demon Venerable, mortal Mingjun 【For Collection】

"Nothing to do with you"

The Yaksha King moved forward.

The thick chains were dragged on the cold and wet ground and released "clang clang"

's sound.

The blue-faced man said in a cold voice: "This king pays the price of a red-blooded Rakshasa bead, and asks you to sit in the town with a demon sovereign, to help you see the situation of the Dragon Poison Corpse Soldier.

"It's good now, not only the situation of the dragon poisonous corpse has been broken, but the king's [-] dragon poisonous corpse soldiers are not to mention, and even the evil dragon's body has been lost.

"

"You said, how should you compensate this king's evil dragon corpse, as well as the [-] dragon poisonous corpse soldiers!!"

Tianluo Demon Venerable laughed, and sat on the throne of ten thousand bones with a golden sword, and the man with a green face was condescendingly squinting.

"King Yasha, this is the Heavenly Demon Mountain of the Heavenly Demon Sect, you must be a little too arrogant."

The blue-faced man snorted coldly, but did not speak.

But the yellow talisman paper plastered on his body, "Crash"

It flutters as if it could fall off at any time.

Seeing this, Demon Venerable Tianluo narrowed his pupils slightly, and immediately stroked his palms with a smile: "So that's the case, the seal of Diancang Zhenjun is about to be released, and I congratulate Yasha King in advance on his return to the peak."

"However, King Nightshade, don't be angry, the soul of this seat was destroyed, didn't you say anything?"

The blue-faced man said coldly: "Your soul has been destroyed, it only means that your skills are not as good as others. You can't even handle a small Buddhist monk, and it's ridiculous to talk about the guardian of the Heavenly Demon Sect."

Tianluo Demon Venerable's fiery red eyebrows suddenly stood upside down and said angrily: "King Yasha, you have passed!"

The blue-faced man turned around, walked out, and said, "Your split soul, the Red Blood Rakshasa Bead, will be used as compensation."

"The little monk who robbed the corpse of this king, Nielong, will find him when this king is done with the work at hand."

"To let him know that there are some things that are not his, he can't hold them, and if he touches them, he will die."

"The premise is... he can last until then!!"

The blue-faced man stood at the entrance of the Ten Thousand Demons Cave, his tall body shook violently, and the dark corpse lice fell crazily.

The corpse lice rolled on the ground, and turned into bat-winged evil spirits again, screaming and turning around and flying into the distance.

Tianluo Demon Venerable "Huh"

He made a sound, closed his eyes, and stopped talking.

It's just his fingers, constantly tapping the armrest of the corpse throne, and he doesn't know what he's thinking.

... the capital of Yan, the imperial palace.