Patriarch of Wanjiao

Chapter 17 Bailuofu in White

"Born with adamantine nature, how can all dharma invade?"

Xiao Chaoyuan looked in the direction of the back mountain with a dignified expression and murmured softly.

300 years ago, a disciple came out of Luofu Mountain. Heijian became famous and defeated all the swords in the world. He claimed to occupy the sect's luck for 800 years.

Thirty years ago, a young white-robed monk walked thousands of miles to Xichan Mountain, just to get a glimpse of the black sword in the gate of this deep mountain.

At that time, the white-robed monk entered the mountain gate by himself, as if he was breaking through a no-man's land, he sat in front of the [Baijian Hall] for a hundred days, his majestic hero, his supernatural powers, actually suppressed Luofu Mountain and fell silent.

At that time, Xiao Chaoyuan was still a young man who had just entered the sect.

I still remember that at the end of the hundred days, the white-robed monk proclaimed the name of the Buddha, and there seemed to be a golden light hanging over his head.

"Born with adamantine nature, how can all dharma invade?"

At that time, the young Xiao Chaoyuan vaguely remembered the words spoken by the white-robed monk.

At this moment, the aura emanating faintly from the back mountain was somewhat similar to the aura he felt from the white-robed monk back then.

"Adamantine nature is born from the inner breath, which can kill all enemies in the world..." Xiao Chaoyuan's eyes trembled slightly, revealing deep surprise

He remembered the appearance of the white-robed monk Shenfa for 30 years.

After 30 years of painstaking cultivation, even though Xiao Chaoyuan had cultivated the [Daomai Spiritual Root], he still failed to comprehend the adamantine nature that the white-robed man spoke of, but in front of him...

"There are such masters in Luofu Mountain?"

With a thought in Xiao Chaoyuan's mind, the gust of wind howled, making the door creak, and he swept towards the direction of the back mountain like a gust of breeze.

……

Deep in the back mountain.

Scattered smoke and dust covered a piece of collapsed ancient wood, and traces remained around the deep pits on the ground, as if cut by a sharp sword.

On the mottled rock wall, a strange finger mark is shocking.

The mark of one finger turned seven feet into a front, almost splitting the rock wall, and the terrifying inner breath was like a sword glow, remaining on the mark, which seemed hard to wear off.

"The fingers of the sword are like a seal, transforming into a King Kong..."

Xiao Chaoyuan murmured softly, his expression became dazed, and the scattered eyes were gradually replaced by a flash of shock.

For 30 years, he has been searching hard for 30 years.

The figure of the white-robed monk never disappeared from his mind.

The fingerprints on the rock wall are the realm that he has been pursuing for 30 years.

"My Luofu Mountain has produced such a master? Who is it?"

Infinite curiosity arose in Xiao Chaoyuan's heart.

He looked at the fingerprints on the rock wall, and his eyes trembled. No matter who can comprehend this level, he must have the posture of a potential dragon, and his future achievements may even be Qi Yu, who is known as the first genius of the [Bahouyuan] Can't compare.

"Could it be that kid!?"

Qi Yu is now a three-star demon catcher, and a 17-year-old three-star demon catcher is rare in the history of Luofu Mountain.

Everyone in the sect said that Qi Yu was so talented that he might be able to follow in the footsteps of Hei Jian back then and pass the selection of Xuantian Hall.

"No, he is only a little older, how can he comprehend such a state?" Xiao Chaoyuan shook his head.

Can comprehend [King Kong Artistic Conception] at the age of 17?Except for the white-robed monk back then, it is impossible for there to be such a monster in this world.

With such terrifying finger strength and such powerful internal breath, he must be a master who has practiced for many years!
This is the edge that can only be sharpened by the accumulation of years.

Xiao Chaoyuan's eyes shone with wisdom, and in a trance, the mysterious master gradually became clear in his mind.

"This is also my chance."

Xiao Chaoyuan squinted his eyes, and took out a dagger from his pocket. The cold light shone, and it looked extraordinary.

Holding the dagger in his hand, he swept around and rushed towards the rock wall in front of him.

……

In the morning, it was just dawn.

On Luofu Mountain, the disciples who had finished their morning class gathered together in groups of three or five, discussing in low voices.

"I heard that someone saw Vice-Zuo Xiao of [Shan Gui Yard] stole a stone tablet from the sect and carried it back last night."

"What? Deputy Xiao went to the back mountain to rob the tomb and picked up a stone tablet? Is there a tomb in the back mountain?"

"You saw it with your own eyes? Deputy Xiao robbed the ancestor's tomb at night? Is it true? My mother, it's crazy."

A piece of news quickly spread among the disciples like a whirlwind.

dungeon.

Li Mo came early, and every day he would inspect the general prison cells in advance to see if there were any ghosts that could be released.

Obviously, God was extremely cruel today, and Li Mo accidentally sent another one away.

"Have you heard that?"

As soon as Li Mo came back from his inspection, Feng Wannian greeted him.

"What did you hear?"

"Last night in the middle of the night, Deputy Xiao secretly carried a female corpse from outside and returned to his room, tsk tsk..."

Feng Wannian's eyebrows were beaming, as if he saw it with his own eyes.

"Really? Are you joking?" Li Mo was taken aback, showing a strange look.

Although disciples of their identities would not normally come into contact with a big man like Xiao Chaoyuan, he had met the deputy seat of [Mountain Ghost Academy] a few times, and he didn't look like a pervert.

"I saw it with my own eyes. Can it be fake? It took one morning to spread the word." Feng Wannian sighed.

"Know people, know faces, but don't know your heart. I never thought Deputy Chief Xiao would have such a habit. If I had known, I would have found me."

"Huh!?" Li Mo looked strange and glanced at him.

"I have connections." Feng Wannian whispered.

"..."

Li Mo curled his lips and sorted out the [Ghost Register].

"By the way, there is another big event." Feng Wannian leaned on the recliner and said casually.

"Big event? What big event can we have here?" Li Mo asked casually.

"I heard that Xuantian Pavilion recruits disciples this time, which is different from usual."

"Different? What's the difference?" Li Mo stopped turning the pages involuntarily.

"I heard that Longyuan Mansion has a special quota for recruiting disciples this time." Feng Wannian whispered.

He heard this news when he was pouring Yexiang to the elders in the door. It is said that the senior management of Luofu Mountain attached great importance to it, and even held a meeting overnight.

"Special quota!? What do you mean?" Li Mo asked subconsciously.

"I'm not sure about the specifics. They should be more precious than ordinary recruits." Feng Wannian said in a low voice.

Being able to enter the Xuantian Pavilion is already smoke from the ancestral grave, if you get this special place, it will be a step up to the sky.

Thinking of this, Feng Wannian couldn't help showing envy.

As a jailer, that kind of existence is beyond their reach in this lifetime.

"I heard that the masters of Xuantian Pavilion discovered a remarkable seedling, which is hidden in our Longyuan Mansion, so there is this special quota."

Feng Wannian jumped up from the reclining chair and shook his head.

"Unfortunately, this matter has nothing to do with us."

While speaking, Feng Wannian also handed the [Ghost Register] to Li Mo.

"Ok?"

Li Mo glanced over it from the corner of his eye, and it happened to land on the opened page, and he couldn't help showing a look of surprise.

"Shen Yimen has been promoted to a three-star monster catcher!?"

(End of this chapter)