Relying on the system to become a fantasy boss

"Masters, there are monsters here!"

With a loud roar, Zhao Yang stretched out his hand to grab the lying spirit monster clansman on the ground, with a joyful expression on his face.

"Ming Wang Zhenshi—"

With the sound of the Buddha's chant, several tall monks in bright yellow robes flickered and appeared in front of the cave.

There was neither sadness nor joy on the faces of the few people, and they looked like they had nothing to worry about, which made people unable to help but pay homage to them.

In the cave, those who were originally hiding in the depths knelt on the spot, clasped their hands together, and prayed in their mouths.

"Master, master, this is the monster!" Zhao Yang held the spirit monster clansman in one hand and threw it in front of several monks, and then his eyes were filled with anticipation.

"It's the Snow Demon Envoy." A monk stepped forward to investigate, then turned his head and said to the tall monk in front.

The monk nodded, turned around and left without even looking at Zhao Yang.

The monk who came forward to investigate picked up the spirit demon clansman and followed him.

"Master, master..." Zhao Yang called out behind several monks, but he could only make them go further and further away, and disappeared from sight in a moment.

Seeing a few people walking away, Zhao Yang's heavenly expression turned into a sneer, he turned around and entered the cave, and put away the empty cauldron.

"You boy, just ruin the magic weapon that gave my ancestor my life..."

The ancestor of Tianhong muttered.

Zhao Yang ignored him, and walked towards the beach after checking the direction at the entrance of the cave.

His whole body was tense. Although he had no spiritual power, he stepped on the snow without any marks.The whole body's breath is restrained, leaving no trace.

He came quietly to the beach, and before he had time to set foot on the beach, he heard a bang behind him, and countless Sanskrit sounds and Sanskrit words drifted.

Zhao Yang didn't look back, and strode on the beach, approaching the frozen sea.

"Help the tyrant in your misfortune, join forces with demons, King Ming will take your souls!" A shout rang out from the cave behind him, followed by another loud roar.

It was the sound of a cavern collapsing.

Zhao Yang had an ugly look on his face.

"Do you think they can live without you?"

The voice of the ancestor Tianhong was gloomy: "These monks are subordinates of Dalun Mingwang Temple. It is a great merit for them to save a pure spirit monster. But they will not let others know that they have hunted People from the spirit demon tribe."

The spirit monster tribe is one of the most powerful forces in the Northern Territory, and there are countless strong people among them. Dalun Mingwang Temple is merciful on the face of it, and declares to the outside world that those spirit monster tribe members are voluntary conversions.

"I want to eat the fruit, but I don't want to get involved in the cause and effect, right?" Zhao Yang said in a low voice while punching the several feet thick ice.

"Crack-"

With one punch, a crack appeared on the ice surface.

This is purely relying on the strength of the physical body, which shows that Zhao Yang's physical body is already extremely compact.

The fist kept hitting the ice, and the crack in front of Zhao Yang expanded rapidly.

"Ming Wang Zhenshi—"

In the distance, a golden light shot up into the sky, and countless Sanskrit sounds drifted away.

"Ok!"

The sound of Sanskrit sounded in his ears, and Zhao Yang's whole body was shaken, his blood swelled uncontrollably.

"Boy, fortunately, you don't have much cultivation in your body, so you don't have much response to this Sanskrit sound. Otherwise, the Buddha's chant just now can stimulate the evil spirit in your body."

Ancestor Tianhong clicked his tongue and said: "If your boy falls into the hands of those Buddhist cultivators, you will be regarded as a peerless devil just because of your evil spirit."

Speaking of this, he chuckled and said, "Boy, why don't you go to the Eternal Night Demon Sect. With your evil spirit, it is possible to be made the Devil's Son."

"It makes sense," Zhao Yang kept fisting his fists, and said in a low voice, "It makes sense, I have a chance to see it."

"Uh--"

Patriarch Tianhong's words were blocked, and he was stunned and speechless for a while.

Zhao Yang had a somewhat different mindset from those native monks in the Profound Sky World.

At least in his opinion, there is no distinction between good and evil, Taoism and demons in practice.If he is really suitable for practicing the way of magic, he doesn't mind switching to the way of magic.

"Wow!"

Several feet of solid ice was broken, water splashed everywhere, and the icy seawater splashed on his body, making Zhao Yang shocked.

"You villain, Hugh escape—"

The sound of the water alarmed the monks, and several golden lights rushed towards them.

The corners of Zhao Yang's mouth curled up, and he threw the previously rescued spirit monster into the icy sea water.Then he took out several ice and snow talismans and hit them on the ice.

In the environment of the Northern Territory, the power of the ice and snow talisman multiplied several times.A few talismans immediately sealed the ice that had been smashed open earlier.

After doing this, Zhao Yang's figure flashed and disappeared in place.

"The villain!"

Several monks came to the front of the ice layer, but found nothing, and jumped their feet angrily.

"Ming Wang Zhenshi—"

The tall monk first proclaimed the Buddha's name, gritted his teeth and said: "These ignorant people always think that they can get benefits if they have a relationship with the demon clan. They don't know that humans and monsters have different paths. Only the king of Ming can control the world and be at ease."

"Brother, what should we do? The Snow Demon Clan has entered the water, and no one can find them." A monk said in a low voice helplessly.

The spirit demons, also known as snow demons, are close to ice and snow, and when they enter the sea, it is like ice and snow melting into water, and no one can catch their breath.

"Hmph, we already know where he is going, just wait for him there." The tall monk snorted coldly, clasped his hands together, and stepped on the ice, step by step, leaving footprints three inches deep.

After an hour, Zhao Yang's figure appeared in place. He glanced at the footprints that disappeared into the depths of the sea, turned around, and walked back to the cave.

There, there are no caves anymore.

All the stone walls were shaken down, and there was no sign of life around.

Those human races who were crowded into the same cave with Zhao Yang had already been buried by the cave.

"Do these Buddhist cultivators know that killing is a crime?" Zhao Yang asked in a low voice, clenched his fists.

Although these human races didn't have much contact with him, they still had their lives buried alive. The anger in Zhao Yang's heart could not be appeased.

"Killing is a crime?" Patriarch Tianhong wondered, "Is there such a saying?"

Could it be that Buddhist cultivators in the Profound Sky World couldn't help but kill?Zhao Yang turned around and left in a hurry, and at the same time told Tianhong Patriarch what he knew about Buddhist precepts and Buddhist stories.

When Zhao Yang told the ancestor of Tianhong the oath of the Buddha feeding the tiger with his body and Bodhisattva Ksitigarbha's oath of "swearing that he will not become a Buddha if the hell is not empty", the ancestor of Tianhong was silent for a long time.

"In the world, is there really such a Buddha cultivator?"

"If Buddhist cultivation is like this, how many practitioners in the world are not close to Buddhism?" Patriarch Tianhong took a breath, and then smiled lightly: "Fortunately, you are not a Buddhist practitioner."

Buddhism?

Zhao Xiang murmured in his heart, Buddhist cultivators in the Profound Sky World don't have clear rules and precepts, they can't help killing animals, they can't help drinking and meat, they can't even drink and sex, and these days are too carefree.

If such a monk can actually do it...

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but laugh.

Before I knew it, my mind had turned back and forth between demonic cultivation and Buddhist cultivation.

Cultivation, how can it be so easy?

"Where is Qin Bingzhi?" After walking for several hours, Zhao Yang suddenly trembled, and a voice sounded behind him.