Patriarch of Wanjiao

Chapter 137 Gradually Demonizing!Little monk can't eat too salty ([-] in [-])

In Luofu Mountain, ghosts and demons of white bones, enchanting on moonlit nights, wander among the mountains.

All kinds of rumors spread like wildfire among the disciples of the mountain gate.

"According to reliable information, Vice-President Xiao of the Mountain Ghost Academy secretly raises demon slaves."

"Deputy Xiao? Didn't he just get a commendation from Longyuan Mansion? He really knows people and faces but doesn't know his heart."

"You don't know? Not long ago, he robbed graves in the middle of the night and carried several female corpses back."

"The female corpse...the white bones...the loop is closed. I was skeptical about those rumors before, but now it seems to be true."

"I think he's not just raising a demon, he's probably cultivating a demon... But since he's a demon slave, why doesn't he raise a cat demon, a fox demon or something like that?"

"You can understand the perverted mind...then you are not far from perverted."

Up and down Luofu Mountain, a group of disciples talked a lot. In the words, the deputy seat of the Shanguiyuan was gradually demonized, and some people even swore and reported with their real names that Xiao Chaoyuan was a demon transformed. .

In the morning, it was just dawn.

A figure broke into the quiet courtyard, striding like a tiger, expressing a spirited expression of joy and happiness.

"Old Xiao...Old Xiao...where is he?"

The spring breeze greeted Zhao Dongcheng, and the courtyard was full of people looking for Xiao Chaoyuan's figure.

With such a big incident, as a good brother who started at the same time, of course he had to visit him, so as to comfort him.

After all, Xiao Chaoyuan is the vice-seat of the first academy, a four-star monster catcher, with a head and a face, and it is not very comfortable to be blamed for such a big scapegoat for nothing.

"here……"

Xiao Chaoyuan's voice came from the gazebo.

Zhao Dongcheng looked up, and sure enough, he saw Xiao Chaoyuan wearing a plain robe casually, practicing calligraphy in the pavilion.

"That's right, it's time to practice calligraphy and be quiet." Zhao Dongcheng nodded and walked over.

"Old Xiao, what's going on with you recently? The city is full of wind and rain, and the impact is too bad."

Zhao Dongcheng seemed a little distressed.

"You've heard that too?" Xiao Chaoyuan said calmly without raising his head.

"Nonsense, now the people are full of grievances, Luofu Mountain is full of rumors about you, you must pay attention to the influence." Zhao Dongcheng said in a deep voice.

"This group of disciples is really too idle. I heard that the ones who scream the most are your disciples from [Swallowing Fire Academy]. Do you have a good restraint?" Xiao Chaoyuan put down the pen in his hand and raised his head to ask.

"Is there? I haven't heard about it." Zhao Dongcheng shook his head.

Brotherhood is stronger than blood, and I pretend to be deaf when something happens to my brother. This is an old principle that has been passed down since ancient times.

"Let's gossip, let them go... It's mediocre not to be envied by others, who knows which pink eye disease will be slandered behind the king." After experiencing several twists and turns, Xiao Chaoyuan's state of mind has reached the state of being calm.

"You can't do this, the rumors are true, the negativity is overwhelming, how can we make progress?" Zhao Dongcheng said sadly.

He can't just see his brother fall behind, but he has to be the guiding light in the darkness, pulling the lost lamb back from the depths.

"Huh!? Are you listening to me? What are you writing?"

"I'm writing a speech for being promoted to the first seat." Xiao Chaoyuan put down the pen in his hand again, squinted his eyes and smiled.

"Promoted to the first place!?"

Zhao Dongcheng was taken aback for a moment, then the expression on his face gradually froze, and an expression of disbelief appeared in his round eyes.

"Are you going to be promoted to the first seat? When did it happen?" Zhao Dongcheng asked almost like a roar.

"It's probably going to be soon, it's just a matter of one or two months..."

Xiao Chaoyuan grinned. Since the Battle of Yinshan, Ji Danchen had the idea of ​​retiring to the second line. As for the candidate to succeed him, it is naturally Xiao Chaoyuan who has strong luck and is in the limelight.

"How could you..." Zhao Dongcheng was completely stunned, as if he couldn't accept this reality.

He and Xiao Chaoyuan started together, practiced together, became demon catchers together, stepped into the Nine Great Realms together, became the deputy seat of the academy together, and fought for the top one in the mountain gate together...

According to the logic, they should also be promoted to the first seat together, why...

"Old Zhao, the fortune teller said that after I was 40 years old, I would meet noble people, soar into the sky, and become unparalleled... Now it seems that it has come true." Xiao Chaoyuan stood up, facing his old friend, and couldn't help but sigh.

With a loud ups and downs, he thought this would be the case in his life.

Who would have thought that the appearance of Li Mo was like a guiding light in life, pulling him ashore amidst the endless waves, it was really a chance, and he couldn't stop it anymore.

"Old Zhao, I'll be the host tonight, let's celebrate and have a good drink." Xiao Chaoyuan laughed loudly.

"Drink your mother!"

Zhao Dongcheng's face turned red, he shouted violently, turned around and was there, not wanting to stay for even a moment.

"Lao Zhao, slow down, I'll give you some heart-saving pills later." Xiao Chaoyuan cared behind him.

"Save your mother!"

Zhao Dongcheng's voice was like a lion's roar, from far to near, followed his figure and disappeared into the cold courtyard.

It can be predicted that in the short term, he will not and will not appear in front of Xiao Chaoyuan.

"Life...this is life..."

Xiao Chaoyuan sighed leisurely, bowed his head and continued writing his promotion speech.

……

That night, Xiao Luyao was the host, and invited Li Mo and Feng Wannian to have a big meal in the red light building.

"What? Deputy Xiao is really going to be promoted to the first seat?"

Feng Wannian, who had just returned, was quite surprised when he heard the news. According to his information, according to reason, Deputy Chief Xiao would have to wait at least five or six years to take this seat.

"It's tentatively like this. Don't say anything about it. It will probably take some days before the official announcement."

Xiao Luyao had already regarded Li Mo as her own, so naturally she would not hide such news.

"In this way, deputy seat Xiao will become the youngest chief seat in the nine courtyards..." Feng Wannian couldn't help sighing.

How old is Xiao Chaoyuan this year? Not even 50 years old.

You know, among the first seats of the Ninth Courtyard, the largest one is Han Chongshui from [Fufeng Courtyard], who is 73 years old this year.

The youngest is Huo Qianshan, the head of the former [Bahouyuan], at 53 years old.

If Xiao Chaoyuan takes over as the head of Shanguiyuan this year, he will be the youngest head of Luofu Mountain in 50 years, and the future is boundless.

"I guess we have to wait until the selection and assessment of Xuantian Hall is over." Xiao Luyao guessed.

Now this can be regarded as the top priority of Luofu Mountain, and even Longyuan Mansion, and other things have to be left behind.

"I heard that these days, the other six great mountain gates are ready to move, and outstanding disciples have begun to emerge, and they have even gradually gained fame in Longyuan Mansion." Feng Wannian also shared what he had seen and heard during his trip.

In fact, this was also the case before the Xuantian Pavilion selection and assessment in previous years.

The popular successors and seed players of the Seven Great Mountain Gates will be followed by the major forces in Longyuan Mansion, and they will even register their names in a book to record their information in detail one by one. Two silver coins, and the supply exceeds demand.

After all, Xuantian Pavilion is selected every three years, which can be regarded as a major event in Longyuan Mansion.

What's more, even if the person who can be recorded in the [Hidden Dragon Book] cannot enter the Xuantian Pavilion, he will definitely be a man of influence in the various sects in the future, and given time, he will definitely rank among the top.

Therefore, the previous [Book of Qianlong] is also regarded as the wind vane of Longyuan Mansion's future power, and I don't know how many forces will place their bets at this time.

"This year's [Book of Hidden Dragons] should be out soon, and our Luofu Mountain is probably on the list of Qi Yu." Feng Wannian said in a deep voice.

When Xiao Luyao heard this, she secretly glanced at Li Mo, but said nothing.

"No, I must get a copy later." Feng Wannian sensed a business opportunity.

"I heard that one book costs 500 taels of silver, and the supply exceeds demand." Li Mo said.

"I have a way."

Feng Wannian grinned and said, "I only need one copy, at worst I will spend a lot of money to rent one..."

"I've already found a workshop. As long as I have one copy in its original form, I can print [-] copies a day, and I'll sell each copy for five renminbi... When the time comes...hehe..."

Feng Wannian's smile smelled of money.

"Pirate bookseller!?" Li Mo curled his lips: "You really deserve to die!"

"Don't run around these days, there may be other mountain disciples coming to worship the mountain." Xiao Luyao brought the topic back.

This is also a tradition in the past. The visits between the disciples of the mountain gate are tacit to each other. It is not only a warm-up before the assessment, but also a thorough understanding, so that they can know the real opponent.

In addition, Luofu Mountain has been a little uneasy recently. Although the rumors about the bone monster gradually became a bit outrageous, they have also gained the attention of the high-level.

When this matter was mentioned, Xiao Luyao's expression became a little unnatural.

"Senior Sister Xiao, I heard that the bone monster..."

Speaking of this matter, Feng Wannian became interested.

"Don't listen."

Xiao Luyao glared, and choked back Feng Wannian's words.

"Don't say anything that is not conducive to unity." Xiao Luyao's face softened a little: "The mountain gate attaches great importance to this matter, and has already organized a patrol team, nine squads and sixteen posts, patrolling day and night, and will definitely find out those who pretend to be ghosts."

"Cough cough cough..."

At this moment, Li Mo didn't take a sip of drink, and was choked to death.

"Why are you choking on the wine!?" Feng Wannian patted Li Mo on the back, giving him relief.

"it's okay no problem."

Li Mo laughed dryly, it seems that these days he sacrificed [Bone Parasitic Talisman] in the mountains is too unscrupulous.

However, the bone walk he created has become perfect, and it is impossible to give up.

"Go to the bottom of the mountain to test tonight, I heard there is a mass grave there." Li Mo was thinking.

……

Late at night.

The moon is dark and the wind is high, under Luofu Mountain.

In front of the dilapidated Guanyu, the bonfire was raging, reflecting on the faces of everyone.

A fresh and tender leg of lamb has been grilled until it is sizzling, and the skin is crispy, which is obviously on the fire.

Xiao Luyao took out cumin, salt and other seasonings, and sprinkled them evenly on the leg of lamb, and immediately a strong meaty aroma rushed over.

"Senior Sister Xiao, why did our patrol run down the mountain?"

At this moment, a two-star demon catcher stared at the leg of lamb and couldn't help saying.

"I heard that the bone monster only haunts the mountains." Another petite girl couldn't help but said.

The eight of them were drawn from various courtyards, led by Xiao Luyao to patrol the mountain.

"The demon is cunning, and it is impossible to stay in the hands day and night. We may gain something by waiting at the foot of the mountain."

While talking, Xiao Luyao couldn't help turning her head to the west.

There is a mass burial mound hidden there, and since the demon is an illusion of bones, he may use it as a lair.

Xiao Luyao's eyes shone with wisdom, and he took out a dagger, ready to split the leg of lamb.

Seeing this, everyone's appetites were whetted. In this wilderness mountain, in the dark and cold night, being able to enjoy a meal of roast leg of lamb can be regarded as a pleasure in bitterness.

"Amitabha, the lamb is innocent, why bother to grill it?"

At this moment, a loud sound of the Buddha's name came from the dark night.

Xiao Luyao focused her eyes slightly, looked up, and saw under the moonlight, a young monk Mi stepped forward, his figure seemed to melt into the wind, and he was in front of him in a blink of an eye.

That monk Mi was not very old, with fine features and eyes, and his feet were on straw sandals, his expression was compassionate, but his clear and compassionate eyes fell on the roasted leg of lamb that was sizzling with oil.

"Amitabha, put more chili and less salt, my monk can't eat too salty."

Seng Mi clasped his hands together, and the Buddha's name echoed in the dark night.

When everyone heard the words, they were taken aback for a moment, as if they didn't remember it.

Just when everyone lost their minds, the monk Mi had already arrived in front of the bonfire, stretched out his right hand, and grabbed the leg of lamb.

"Where did the crazy monk come from!?"

Xiao Luyao frowned slightly, pinching the sword formula with her hands, her mighty inner aura was like a sword aura, and directly hit Seng Mi's wrist.

hum...

The young monk Mi didn't even look at it, he flicked his wrist lightly, his terrifying inner breath was like howling wind, blowing the bonfire, the incomparable strength was like a drum in the evening, it actually directly shattered Xiao Luyao's sword finger.

The terrible aftermath swept across and ravaged, and everyone was blown away.

"Ninth level master...you are... Xichan Mountain!?" Xiao Luyao's face paled, and her beautiful eyes revealed a look of shock.

Buddhism in the world is respected by Western Zen.

That is one of the top mountain gates in the world, as famous as Yaoshen Mountain and Martial Dao Mountain.

Today's [Seng Wang], one of the [Xuantian Qijue], is from Xichan Mountain.

When the monk king was young, in order to see the former style of [Black Sword], he also came to Luofu Mountain from afar, and sat and watched for a hundred days, and Luofu fell silent like a cicada.

The monk Mi in front of him is young, but he has cultivated into the Nine Great Realms. Except for Xichan Mountain, Xiao Luyao really can't think of other places where he can train such a monstrosity.

"Female benefactor, good eyesight..." Seng Mi whispered, only picked up the roast leg of lamb, and chanted the Buddha's name while feasting on it.

"The little monk is colorless and comes from Xichan Mountain."

"What did your monk from Xichan Mountain come to our Luofu Mountain?" Xiao Luyao was amazed, the strength of the monk in front of him had remained terribly unchanged, and all of them together were not enough for the other party to drink a pot.

The top mountain gate in the world really deserves its reputation.

"The little monk came here following the footprints of his predecessors..."

Colorless and whispering, the so-called predecessors he refers to are naturally the [Monk King] back then.

"you……"

Xiao Luyao clenched her silver teeth, feeling short of breath.

It was the same with the monks and kings in those days. Their words were boundless and the Dharma was universal, but their actions were brutal and overbearing.

Now this little monk worshiped the mountain late at night, and the moment he met him, he showed his strength, so strong that Xiao Luyao and the others trembled, not daring to go beyond it.

Such a prestige does not live up to the name of Xichan Mountain.

"Amitabha, the mountain is not too high, and the leg of the lamb is a bit fluffy!"

Wu Se ate so much that his mouth was full of grease, and he threw aside the leg of lamb that had been gnawed to the bone. He put his palms together and chanted Buddha's name, with only compassion in his eyes.

"You..." Xiao Luyao was short of breath.

This monk was so arrogant that he was so picky after eating their leg of lamb.

"Female benefactor, lead the way." Wu Se whispered.

"What are you going to do?" Xiao Luyao's heart skipped a beat.

"Traveling far west, I'm here to pay a visit." Wu Se said softly.

"Monk, you..." Xiao Luyao gritted her teeth, before she could finish her sentence, suddenly, she froze, her round eyes fixed on the distance, her quiet and beautiful face revealed an expression of disbelief.

"Bone Demon!?"

When everyone heard the words, they were all moved and turned around to look.

Sure enough, under the moonlight, a strange white skull walked, as if it felt everyone's eyes, but the awe-inspiring skull turned slightly, and the empty eye sockets "looked" straight at it.

"Um!?"

Faced with such a scene, Wu Se couldn't help showing a strange expression.

At the foot of Luofu Mountain, there are monsters haunting it! ?

This trip should be in vain.

"Amitabha, big bone soup, delicious and mellow!"

Wu Se clasped his hands together, proclaimed the Buddha's name, and with a movement of his body, he ran towards the bone-like skeleton.

　Two chapters in one! ! !

　
(End of this chapter)