True Immortal of the Netherworld

The five people on the opposite side were instantly frightened by the demonized monk's counterattack.

In other words, it was not a counterattack at all, but a hunt like a predator.

They saw the demonized monk baring his teeth in anger, with a ferocious face, his nails as sharp as knives, and his limbs flying in the air... very close at hand.

Their instinctive fear made their pupils dilate, their hearts were forced into their throats, they could not breathe, their scalps exploded, and their hairs stood on end. Especially when they wanted to move their legs, they found that they were too weak to move.

The five people were like deer whose throats were bitten by a tiger. Closing their eyes was the only thing they could do.

"Bang!"

There was a loud noise, and the five people thought that their chests or heads were exploded, but they did not feel any pain.

The minds of the five people went blank. They knew that even the Buddha they believed in could not save them at this moment.

In the world of cultivation, the only thing that can save you is your own fist.

After a while, the five people found that they could still breathe. The air they had held in their chests came out in a puff, and they took in big breaths. They had never felt that the tasteless air was so sweet.

"Alive."

"We're still alive."

"not dead."

"Very good."

"Amitabha."

"Buddha appears."

Only then did they realize that there was a dark green streak in front of them.

It was a person, a person wearing a dark green cape. The man's back was turned to them, and his face could not be seen for the time being. Around the soles of the visitor's feet and the ground, tiny streaks of purple electricity were converging and disappearing.

The palm raised by the visitor had already touched the head of the demonized monk who had jumped down from high in the air.

The head of the demonized monk seemed to have hit an extremely stiff interface stone. His face was squeezed and deformed, his eyeballs were vomited out, his nose was flat, his mouth was crooked, and his teeth were missing.

As the person came forward with one palm, he exerted force.

The body of the demonized monk was crumpled into a ball and flew back like a big meat ball. With a pop, it fell to the ground and made a pit.

The only person who came was Xu Yang who had just been hiding in the big tree.

Xu Yang waved his hand back and said simply: "Back off."

The five people quickly retreated ten feet away.

Xu Yang took action just now, but he didn't use all his strength. He knew that the demonized monk was not dead. He wanted to go over and say something to this demonized monk.

"ah--"

With a roar, the demonized monk stood up from the pit.

But at this moment, he has lost most of his demonic appearance. The thick hair on the exposed skin has faded away, and the sharp nails have disappeared, leaving only the purple eyes and a small circle of magic lines around them that look abrupt.

Xu Yang looked at the great monk's purple pupils and couldn't help but feel a sense of compassion in his heart.

"This man did not deserve to die. He was also a victim of demonization."

Thinking in his mind, Xu Yang walked towards the great monk.

"You... don't come over. I know you are here to take me back. I will never go back to the Golden Buddha Temple even if I die." The great monk said with a panic expression.

"Is there no way to save you?" Xu Yang tried to ask.

"Rescue?" The great monk's expression was startled, and then a half-smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "Of course."

Suddenly, the great monk raised his right fist and punched his left heart. On the surface of the right fist, a pale golden tiger-shaped energy visible to the naked eye exploded instantly.

boom!

The tiger's blow shattered his chest and shattered his heart.

The great monk puffed and knelt down on the ground. The dark magic lines on his face completely disappeared, and the purple eye returned to its original black color.

"I, Huiming of the Golden Buddha Temple, am not a demon." The great monk had a smile on his face. His eyes were clear and transparent, and he seemed to see the Buddhist country in the distance that he yearned for.

Plop!

The great monk Huiming lay on the ground, motionless, already dead.

"This!" Xu Yang shook his head regretfully.

Seeing that the great monk was completely dead, the five monks in gray clothes behind Xu Yang immediately surrounded him.

"This man saved us."

"Thank you hero for saving your life."

"Thank you, great hero."

"Thank you, great hero."

"The reincarnation of Buddha, the reincarnation of Buddha."

...

Xu Yang said: "You're welcome. Are you all monks from the Golden Buddha Temple?"

"Yes, we are the disciples of the Gray Clothes Hall of the Golden Buddha Temple, and we were ordered to arrest this guy on the "Purple Disaster" list." One of them pointed at the body of the great monk lying on the ground.

When Xu Yang heard that the other party was indeed a monk from the Golden Buddha Temple, he immediately felt good in his heart.

"I don't ask for anything in return from the monks in front of me. If I can be introduced to the Golden Buddha Temple, wouldn't it be a Buddhist fate? In this way, I will be closer to finding a Buddhist fate for Lin'er."

Thinking in his mind, Xu Yang naturally took off the hat covering his hair as a sign of friendship.

"I, Tiangui Zongxu..."

Xu Yang hasn't finished speaking yet.

The expressions of the five monks opposite have changed drastically.

"This guy's hair is purple."

"He is also purple..."

"Run quickly."

The five monks even threw away the copper sticks in their hands and ran away without looking back.

They knew that the person who had just defeated "Huiming" with one move was most likely a ruthless character who had been demonized by Purple Disaster.

Because ever since the "Purple Disaster" disaster broke out in the Northern Territory. Several major sects in the Northern Territory united with many small and medium-sized sects to issue notices in the Northern Territory.

The notice clearly stated that anyone with natural purple hair or purple pupils, as well as other purple markings on their body, would be banned. Otherwise, it is easy to be mistaken for a purple disaster.

Xu Yang looked at the people running away and did not catch up to explain.

He shook his head slightly and whispered: "It turns out that Purple Disaster is really so terrible."

Xu Yang turned around and saw the body of the great monk on the ground.

Simply take out a large blanket from the storage bag and cover it.

After that, Xu Yang found an open space on the edge of the forest and used the Earth Escape Technique of the Wheel Flame Spirit to create a pit in an instant and bury the great monk's body in it.

After burying the great monk, Xu Yang bowed and turned to leave.

Just walked a short distance.

"Huh?"

As far as Xu Yang could see, there was another person under the big tree where he was hiding just now.

It was an old monk with an extremely shriveled figure, like a piece of inconspicuous dead wood.

The old monk had nine ring scars neatly arranged on his head. He was wearing simple numb clothes. He was holding a shiny purple wine gourd in his hands like tree branches and was drinking wine under the big tree.

As if there is no one around, this is probably the state.

There was a fierce battle here just now, and the old monk appeared here at some unknown time.

Xu Yang was surprised at first, and then when he looked with his consciousness, he found that he could not clearly see the monk's cultivation, nor could he detect any fluctuations in the monk's spiritual power.

There are only two possibilities. This skinny monk is an expert with at least Daoming realm or above, or he is just a mortal with no cultivation. Of course Xu Yang would not believe it was the latter.

Xu Yang walked in and took a closer look.

"Um?"

His eyes were instantly fixed on the wine gourd in the old monk's hand. Because this gourd is the same style as the wine gourd Xu Yang usually uses to hold wine.

Xu Yang subconsciously touched the wine gourd on his waist, but it was still there.

He walked up and said, "Senior monk, are you drinking here?"

The skinny monk glanced at Xu Yang and said, "Yes."

"You saw the fierce fight over there just now, right?" Xu Yang said bluntly.

"I saw it." The old monk replied simply.

"You must be a cultivator."

"Yes."

"Do you know about the Purple Scourge?"

"Know."

"You saw that my hair is purple, don't you think I am also a "Purple Trouble"?"

The old monk raised his eyes and looked at Xu Yang's hair, nodded and said, "Probably so."

"Then why don't you run away, aren't you afraid of getting into trouble?"

"I'm drinking and don't have time to run."

Xu Yang smiled slightly and said: "You are not a serious monk, because serious monks don't drink."

The old monk glanced at Xu Yang, pointed at the wine gourd on Xu Yang's waist, and then said: "You are not a serious "Zi Hui", and serious Zi Hui does not drink."

"Hahaha."

"Hahaha."

The two looked at each other and laughed heartily without any distracting thoughts, just like long-lost friends.

There is no such thing, because Xu Yang and this old monk are both serious drunkards.

Rule 7 of the Drunkard’s Law: A serious drunkard always carries a gourd of wine with him at all times.

Drunkards all over the world are one family.

Xu Yang simply took off the wine gourd from his waist and started drinking with the old monk.

"drink."

"Here's to you."

"Come."

"I respect you again."

...

The more the two drank, the closer they got. Two serious drunkards with the same wine gourd. What a fate.

I don’t know how much the two of them drank.

"My name is Xu Yang, and people who are familiar with me call me Xu Xiaoxian."

"My name is Mugu, and people who are familiar with me call me Lao Kutou."

"Pa." The wine gourds touched together, and the two of them raised their heads and took another sip of wine.

"Xu Xiaoxian, you came to Golden Buddha Village to seek good fortune, right?"

"how do you know?"

"Most of the outsiders who go to Jinfo Village are seeking good luck, because it has miraculous effects."

"I'd like to lend you auspicious words. To be honest, I'm here to seek Buddhahood on behalf of a friend of mine. I want to seek great blessings."

"Your friend must be a woman."

"How did you know that?"

"Because you were blushing just now."

"Really? No."

"Before I became a monk, I had a relationship. I don't know how many years ago it was. Hehe. Forget it, I can't remember it."

"You're blushing too."

"Really? No."

"Pa" The two of them raised the wine gourds in their hands and collided again.

Drink freely.

...

I don't know how much he drank. Maybe Xu Yang was busy traveling these days and was a little tired.

He actually fell asleep drunk leaning against the big tree. In his sleep, he dreamed that Lin'er had recast her body... He was drinking and celebrating with her, and they were happy...

"Little brother, it's time to wake up."

A call came to Xu Yang's ears.

Xu Yang opened his eyes and saw "Lao Kutou" with a drunken face, looking at him with a smile.

"You've been sleeping here all day. It's dawn and we should all go."

"Really? Am I drunk?" Xu Yang said with an embarrassed look.

Xu Yang felt puzzled for a while. This was the first time he saw someone who could make him drunk. He was a real master of drinking.

He looked at "Lao Kutou" with eyes full of respect.

"Don't worship me. I just woke up. Hehe." The old monk said bluntly.

After a pause, the old monk said: "You were drunk yesterday, so I didn't have time to discuss something with you."

"What's the matter? But there's no harm in talking."

"Yesterday I drank all the wine in my own gourd, and you fell asleep drunk again, so I drank all the wine in your gourd, and then I fell drunk."

"You are really a serious drunkard." Xu Yang joked.

"Your wine is really good, and I don't drink your wine in vain." As he said this, the old monk flipped his wrist.

There is a small piece of inconspicuous dead wood in the palm, only the thickness of the little finger.

"Don't underestimate this dead tree, but it is my personal treasure. It may be helpful to your friends."

Xu Yang took the dead wood and suddenly felt a warmth in his palm. The warmth spread into his body, and his soul felt like a spring breeze. The feeling was similar to the ghost wood waist pendant on Xu Yang's waist. They were both top-quality wood-attribute treasures that warmed and nourished the soul. But Milder in nature.

Xu Yang knew the weight of this treasure, so he put it away carefully and said respectfully: "Thank you for such a precious thing."

"This treasure is just a piece of wood left on me. Giving it to you may save someone important to you. That is a treasure." The old monk said with a slight smile.

After that, the old monk turned and left. The soles of his feet seemed to have stepped on a ball of cotton, and he was swaying, just like a mortal who was not fully awake after drinking.

As the old monk walked, he said to himself: "Don't help me, good wine, good wine."

Xu Yang looked at the old monk walking away, extended his thumb and praised: "A serious drunkard."