From Leng Palace Princess Gou Cheng Martial Dao Supreme

Chapter 106
"Heart Demon..."

There were turmoil in Jiang Zirou's eyes, and he nodded, taking it easy to remember.

"Then open the Demon Suppressing Tower... I will deal with the monsters inside."

The Demon Suppressing Tower is not only made of what materials, but also the scene inside, even Jiang Zirou can't see through it with double pupils.

I can only vaguely feel a devilish energy brewing in it that cannot be underestimated.

I don't know whether Ling Xiao is dead or alive now, logically speaking, he should be fine, after all, what he practiced is the first-class magic art in the world... Jiang Zirou thought in his heart.

on the other side.

"it is good!"

The old Buddha nodded in response.

He naturally believed that Jiang Zirou had the strength to suppress the monsters in the tower, and he could also see that Jiang Zirou had practiced a rather advanced magic technique.

It's just that he has practiced to his level.

On the contrary, the views on the evil way and the righteous way have become more objective, and they will not just use one skill to determine good or bad without authorization.

Of course, this is also a compromise of Jiang Zirou's strong strength.

Just as the old man raised his hand, he heard a series of hurried footsteps coming from beside him, and the two turned around at the same time.

Outside the stone forest.

A group of old monks rushed over, disheveled and sweaty on their faces.

It was Xuan Ku, Xuan Ming and Xuan Hong brothers.

"Master Buddha!"

Xuan Hong took the first step, and said in all surprises: "It's great that you're fine, what happened just now really scared us to death!"

His old face was full of joy.

Suddenly, he saw that Buddha's expression became serious, and he took a step forward, walking in front of him.

"grown ups……"

Xuan Hong was startled and suspicious, not knowing what he said wrong just now.

Even Jiang Zirou looked sideways, and saw that Buddha came in front of Xuan Hong, clasped his hands together, lowered his head and saluted slightly, then stretched out his hand to smooth the wrinkled cassock on Xuan Hong's body, who seemed a little uneasy, and then Help him fasten the buttons.

"It looks better this way..."

The old man in a gray cassock smiled, with a peaceful expression.

Xuan Hong felt rather flattered in his heart.

Seeing the Buddha's eyes looking at the other people, the faces of Xuan Ku, Xuan Ming and the others changed slightly, but before the Buddha could make a move, they neatly arranged their clothes.

This Master Buddha is wonderful... Jiang Zirou looked away, with a slight smile on his lips, guessing that this Buddha might have some obsessive-compulsive personality.

After all, he has been sweeping the ground in this stone forest alone for thousands of years.

Some idiosyncrasies are understandable.

"Master Buddha, are you alright?"

Xuan Hong tidied up his cassock, his face was rosy, and his aura became even.

He glanced at Jiang Zirou from the corner of his eye in a little fear, but he never thought that Jiang Zirou's spiritual sense is strong, and he is also very keen to peep at the people around him. When he turned slightly sideways, the eyes of the two met together.

Jiang Zirou's expression was calm, her eyes were sparkling, as if there were fireflies flying around, she was indescribably beautiful.

But Xuanhong, the abbot of the Xuankong Temple, was visibly trembling, as if what he saw was not an overpowering beauty, but some terrible monster.

His knees went limp, but fortunately Xuan Ming behind him reached out in time to hold him back.

"What a shame!"

Xuanming's voice came to Xuanhong's ears along the mountain wind.

"You talk too much!"

Xuan Hong managed to stand firm, stared back and cursed angrily.

The rest of the monks looked at their noses and noses, their noses and their hearts, and the old gods were there. Obviously, they had seen a lot of similar things.

"Uh...thanks to the benefactor for his mercy!"

Now that he has been discovered, Xuan Hong, as the head of the Holy Land, naturally wants to take the initiative to say hello.

He suppressed the fear in his heart, and came to Jiang Zirou a little uncomfortable.

"Senior, you don't need to be too polite!" Jiang Zirou nodded slightly as a return gift.

Looking at the dilapidated temple due to the aftermath of the fight between the two, Jiang Zirou apologized slightly:

"This time, some of my personal affairs have caused inconvenience to Xuankong Temple. After this matter is settled, I would like to offer a thousand taels of gold to help Xuankong Temple repair the temple and buy food..."

Jiang Zirou is the princess of Daxia.

With [-]% of Xieyan's flesh and blood income in hand, a thousand taels of gold is really a drizzle to her.

But Xuan Hong and his senior brothers all had expressions of excitement on their faces.

"Then I would like to thank the benefactor! The Xuankong Temple will engrave a name for the benefactor!"

Xuan Hong said sincerely.

A thousand taels of gold is really not a small amount of money for the Xuankong Temple who can't afford food now. Even for the Xuankong Temple in its heyday, it was absolutely impossible to spend so much money all at once.

"Speaking of which, thousands of years have passed, and this temple is indeed a bit old..."

Monk Xuanhong had already begun to secretly plan the use of the money in his heart, and his old and swollen face was full of happy smiles.

"If you have this money...the victims at the foot of the Xuankong Temple Mountain must have survived this catastrophe safely."

Xuanming's voice came out of nowhere.

"Can you shut up!"

Veins swelled on Xuan Hong's forehead, and his voice came out from between his teeth.

However, when thinking of the yellow and skinny victims at the foot of the mountain, Xuan Hong still showed a bit of unbearable expression on his face. He came to Jiang Zirou's side again, clasped his hands together and said:
"The little monk dares to bother the benefactor a few more words. I wonder if the benefactor can exchange some of the money into corn to help the victims."

"Of course!"

Jiang Zirou nodded and smiled:
"However, it won't take long before the war will end. At that time, there will naturally be special personnel to take care of these matters. During this time, it will be a lot of trouble, masters."

"That's good!"

Hearing that the war was over, several people showed relaxed expressions on their faces.

"I don't know if the benefactor is..."

Xuanhong couldn't hide his curiosity, but couldn't help asking about Jiang Zirou's background.

He is also an old man over a hundred years old, but he does not know when, there is such a powerful warrior in this origin world, and even the mythical thousand-year-old Buddha is easily defeated by him.

"If the benefactor is inconvenient to answer, then forget it."

Afraid of offending Jiang Zirou, Xuan Hong hurriedly added without waiting for her answer.

"It doesn't matter." Jiang Zirou waved his hand and said, "Eternal Emperor of Great Xia is my elder brother..."

"The tide of the spring river connects with the sea level, and the bright moon rises together with the tide...You are the Princess Poetry Fairy!"

Xuan Hong couldn't hide his shock: "So that's how it is."

Not to mention Xuan Hong, even Xuan Ming who knew a little about Jiang Zirou's background was surprised.

"It's really a genius!"

He couldn't help but sighed, if what Jiang Zirou said was true, she was less than 20 years old this year, and she had already defeated the Buddha who had practiced for thousands of years. This kind of beauty was shocking.

How did the title of Shixian come out? Why did the old monks in Xuankong Temple know about it but I didn't?

... Jiang Zirou blushed slightly, and said modestly:

"It's just a little name, it's not worth mentioning!"

Waiting for Xuan Hong to come up to greet him.

She hurriedly waved her hand again, and said to the Buddha next to her: "Senior, without delay, please open the Demon Suppressing Pagoda!"

(End of this chapter)