Chapter 122 Buddha

Ning Zhumang's mind was very exquisite.

Although Meng Liang said that he had picked all the geniuses of the younger generation of Great Zhou, after all, every competition was counted until the end, and there was no injury to his life.

Linglong Pavilion should treat his visit with courtesy. Moreover, he didn't know why he had found such a big backer, so he hurriedly invited everyone back to the mountain gate to sit down.

The disciples were dismissed, and the elders and deacons gathered in the World-saving Palace. First, they thanked Mo Chen Zi for his righteous action, and second, they wanted to ask Mo Chen Zi about the origin of the little monk.

Of course, there were exceptions. For example, Old Mr. Hong from the Great Reverie Peak or Ding Jingcheng from the Sword Hall had been sent out by Ning Zhumang to appease his disciples. It was clear that the Sect Leader had already made up his mind to exclude Long Congyun and his opponents from the center of power. Ding Jingcheng and the others could naturally smell this, but Long Congyun was no longer there. Everyone had no choice but to surrender to Ning Zhumang's pressure temporarily.

However, perhaps because of Mo Chen Zi, Ning Zhumang had actually left Xu Han behind, allowing him to participate as a guest of honor in this meeting that could already be considered a meeting of the upper echelons of the Exquisite Pavilion. Everyone thought that Ning Zhumang wanted to nurture Xu Han, but they didn't know that Ning Zhumang wanted to test Mo Chen Zi's attitude towards Xu Han.

Xu Han had probably guessed Ning Zhumang's intentions. This Sect Leader was secretive, but he had been in charge of the Exquisite Pavilion for so many years, so he definitely wasn't someone with a simple mind.

However, at the entrance of the mountain, Mo Chen's gaze had once landed on him. With his Earthly Immortal cultivation, how could he not see through his foundation? Therefore, Xu Han did not have any scruples. He could simply listen to what they wanted to say. After all, he was very curious about the little monk who could affect the demonic power of his right arm.

When everyone took their seats, Fang Ziyu, the Second Senior Sister, brought a few disciples to serve tea to everyone present. At this time, Fang Ziyu was unusual and did not jump carelessly. Instead, she was very quiet. This was a matter of great importance to the Exquisite Pavilion, so she could still afford the occasion.

However, when she handed the tea to Meng Liang, she couldn't help but raise her head and carefully examine the youth in front of her.

She thought that if this fellow wanted to fight that idiot named Chen, she would have to carefully observe the other party's real situation.

However, she ignored the lethality of her tender yet beautiful face towards this disciple who had rarely seen a woman before. At that time, Meng Liang was dazed and stared fixedly at the girl in front of him. His throat wriggled and he let out a clear swallowing sound.

Only then did Fang Ziyu regain her senses. Her face turned red and she cursed at Dengzi. In the end, she did not dare to look at Meng Liang again. She turned around and hurriedly left.

At this time, Ning Zhumang had already begun to talk to Mo Chen Zi.

This Mo Chen Zi did not look like a smooth person, but the purple-eyed girl beside her, who looked the size of a fish, was very thoughtful. Ning Zhu Mang's side-attacks were all perfunctorily dealt with by that girl.

Although Ning Zhumang was somewhat dissatisfied, this girl was Mo Chen Zi's companion. Mo Chen Zi did not have the slightest intention of objecting to her interruption. Naturally, Ning Zhumang did not want to say anything further. Half an hour later, the two sides were fighting Tai Chi, and there was almost no progress towards that little monk's identity. Ning Zhumang could clearly see that Mo Chen Zi did not intend to reveal this matter from the beginning, so he could only put aside his thoughts.

Occasionally, he would turn to look at the young girl and ask, "May I know if this person is the imperial descendant of the previous dynasty of Chu? I haven't asked for his name yet?"

The imperial family of the Darchu Dynasty had an extremely obvious characteristic of having a pair of purple pupils. According to legend, these pupils were demon pupils. The unique demon exorcism technique of the Chu Dynasty required these pupils to be used as a guide. This pair of eyes was truly rare. Ning Zhumang saw that the woman spoke well, so he asked.

Unexpectedly, the girl turned her head in dissatisfaction and ignored him. The entire Jishi Prefecture instantly quieted down, and the atmosphere wasn't awkward.

Ning Zhumang was also stunned. He didn't expect that his kind inquiry would attract such a fortuitous encounter. He couldn't help but laugh dryly. He changed the topic and looked at Meng Liang, who was standing beside him, and asked, "Since Young Hero Meng is here to challenge the disciples of our sect, my Linglong Pavilion naturally has to entertain him well. However, it seems that Young Hero Meng's body is in a bad condition. I wonder when he plans to have a decisive battle with my disciples."

Meng Liang's original intention was to recover as soon as possible. At this moment, he had completely recovered from his previous encounter. However, his attention was not on Ning Zhumang at all. Instead, he had been looking outside the house, wanting to find the figure of Fang Ziyu just now…

This Mount Li disciple secretly felt that he had never seen such a beautiful woman before. Fang Ziyu was much better than the seemingly gorgeous old woman beside Mo Chen Zi, but in fact, she had a heart full of snakes and scorpions. He only felt that the soul in his heart had already been hooked away by her, and his heart itched to see her again.

Therefore, after stopping Ning Zhumang's questioning, he turned to look at Ning Zhumang. However, the expression in his eyes was extremely puzzled. Obviously, he did not hear the Sect Leader's question clearly.

"Young Hero Meng has come from afar. Our Exquisite Pavilion is not in a good position to take advantage of this situation. Let's set this battle at three days from now. Young Hero Meng can cultivate well these few days. After we go down, I will naturally ask my disciples to arrange accommodation for you."

After Ning Zhumang finished speaking, he stood up.

Only then did Meng Liang regain his senses and hurriedly said, "Can I have that junior sister…"

Unfortunately, as he spoke, Ning Zhumang turned around and left the World-saving Manor. He didn't give everyone any chance to react and ended this conversation that wasn't pleasant.

Only the Mount Li disciple was still standing there in a daze, thinking about the beautiful silhouette that had just appeared.



The little monk ran a long way.

It was only when he was exhausted that he stopped.

He hid in a bamboo forest. Not far away, bursts of fireworks and children's laughter could be heard.

There seemed to be a village there.

The little monk felt a little relieved. He sat on the ground with blood dripping from his right arm. Zhong Changhen's sword sliced open his flesh and blood, seemingly with the blessing of Zhong Changhen's sword intent. The wound had not healed for a long time.

His face was a little pale from the loss of too much blood, and his heart was filled with doubt.

He was wondering why someone would stop him from subduing demons.

He was wondering why a boundless killing intent had arisen in his mind at that time.

He was still thinking, who exactly was he? Guang Lingui? What about the old monk? Who was he? Why did he live with him in that ruined temple for so many years? Exactly how many years did he say it was untrue, but he was sure that his decision was long enough, but why could he not remember the name of the old monk no matter what?

It was as if two souls were arguing in his mind. One said that all living beings were suffering, and if he did not slaughter all the evil seeds in the world, the world would live forever in purgatory. As the other spoke, everything could be achieved, and the devil could also reach the Buddha.

Their quarrel gave the little monk a splitting headache.

He crouched down, his white clothes covered in mud and blood. The two were mixed together, and he didn't look very embarrassed.

"Ah!" The little monk let out a mournful roar. His eyes were sometimes clear and sometimes blood red.

He wanted to break free from this feeling, but that thing was like a maggot of a tarsal bone.

"Are you… injured?" At this moment, a tender voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

The little monk was stunned. The dispute in his mind seemed to have stopped at that moment. He raised his head to look at the owner of the voice.

It was a little girl the size of him. She had big eyes and a pink face. Perhaps at her age, she still lacked two teeth in her mouth, but it didn't make her look ugly. Instead, she was extremely cute. At this moment, she was looking at the little monk timidly, but her eyes were filled with concern.

The little monk was stunned.

Sunlight shone through the cracks in the forest. The little girl's body seemed to be glowing with golden light. The scene carried an indescribable beauty that shook people's hearts.

"Buddha …"

The little monk murmured, and then a huge feeling of dizziness came. His neck tilted and he fainted.

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