I descend into the world of heaven

In Guobei County, the streets are filled with the stench of rotten flesh. People are shouting and yelling with murderous hostility. From time to time, some people quarrel over trivial matters and chop each other with knives!

At this time, there was a faint sound of chanting in the distance, and then a team of more than a hundred monks and nuns entered Guobei County. They were wearing blue and white robes and large round hats. Their faces were indistinguishable for a while. Men and women come.

In the middle of the procession was a large sedan chair, in which sat Pudu Cihang, who was full of compassion. He clasped his hands, looked through the gauze at the people on the street, shook his head gently and said: "The floating world is a big event. "Jie, people in the world have no wisdom, they only believe in what they can see with their eyes, and they blindly worship idols. That's why I can appear in front of them openly..."

Next to Pudu Cihang, Chen Chu, who was wearing a gray and black robe, sat cross-legged, looking at the people outside with indifferent eyes and replied: "The more ignorant the world is, the more necessary it is to save them! If they are I have a clear mind, I know right from wrong, good from evil, how can I fight for hegemony... no, restore order in the underworld?"

Pudu Cihang has been secretly trying to figure out the details of Chen Chu since he met him on the road.

It's a pity that the other party seems to have used some method to conceal the secret of heaven. No matter how you calculate it, it will be completely blank. Pudu Cihang did not take action to test his ways, and the reason for cooperating to conspire in the underworld was also the reason for the vague dangerous aura permeating Chen Chu's body.

Pudu Cihang laughed: "Fellow Daoist Chen's words are always so interesting and thought-provoking."

His face suddenly became serious, he stared at Chen Chu and said, "I don't lie to you as a monk. To tell you the truth, if we fight head-on... this poor monk is no match for the old monster from Montenegro!

You can come to the poor monk to cooperate. After all, you know that the poor monk is not a layman! The humble monk is a thousand-year centipede who has the chance to transform into a spiritual form. In the eyes of ordinary warlocks and little ghosts and demons, he may be unattainable, but in the eyes of the old demon from Montenegro, he is still far behind. The reason is very simple. The reason why the Black Mountain Old Demon is called the Old Demon is because it awakened spiritual intelligence from a big black mountain and became a spirit. It has ten thousand years of Taoism, and the flowers, plants, trees, flying insects and animals on the mountain are all its minions...

The poor monk remembered that not long ago, there was a thousand-year-old tree spirit who enslaved a large number of female ghosts to look for blood food. This tree spirit was also a thousand-year-old locust tree on the mountain of the old demon in Black Mountain. "

Chen Chu frowned: "The abbot suddenly said these things, are you going to back down?"

Of course he knew that the old demon from Montenegro was not simple. The first time they met, he used a body bomb to surprise him, which only blew a gap in the hillside. If it weren't for the difficulty of this commission, he wouldn't have recruited Centipede to be a temporary plastic teammate...

The old demon from Montenegro is very strong, hard, and cautious.

It also has many shortcomings. The main body of the Black Mountain is Yin, and it cannot see the most yang and strong energy, such as sunlight and the Diamond Sutra. The Xuanyuan Divine Sword can also cause a lot of damage. The most important thing is that the mountain has become a spirit and cannot be moved at will! Therefore, after the old demon of Montenegro became a spirit, the black clouds on Montenegro all the year round blocked the sunlight, and the immortal god disappeared, so it immediately moved into the City of Fusi Death.

The humanoid incarnation in the first part cannot move, and the hill incarnation in the third part can move, but it is not very convenient, otherwise a large number of underworld stone tablets would not be summoned to surround the protagonist group...

Chen Chu had reason to believe that the old Black Mountain demon was still alive after being killed in the third part of the plot, because its body was still in the City of Wasted Death.

Pudu Cihang chuckled and said: "Fellow Daoist Chen said that he wanted to cooperate to eradicate the old demon from Montenegro, but he didn't tell us any useful information that we can use?"

Chen Chu also chuckled and told the story about the old demon from Montenegro who was afraid of Buddhist magic and things with the most powerful energy. The corners of his mouth raised, and he pulled out a folding fan from nowhere and opened it to block half of his face: "I have been practicing Taoism for many years. It means it is strong! The abbot has been walking in the world for many years... It should not be difficult to find that those hundred-year-old monsters or even thousand-year-old monsters were destroyed by magic weapons held by those magicians who have been practicing Taoism for fifty or sixty years or even only twenty or thirty years."

Hearing these words, Pudu Cihang's head felt a dull pain. The pain was too clear!

Have you ever seen that many of his children were wiped out? Human beings just relied on their innate Taoism! Pudu Cihang's face did not look peaceful, and even had a hint of ferocity: "Fellow Daoist Chen is mocking the poor monk?"

Chen Chu hurriedly shook his folding fan and said: "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, Fazhang has misunderstood Pindao. Pindao wants to say that everything in this world is in conflict with each other, and one thing is one thing! The body of Fazhang is a centipede. What is a centipede? It lives in the world all year round." Between the dark and damp rocks, there must be some magical power that targets the rocks!

The Black Mountain Old Demon is a great threat to everyone, but not necessarily to the Abbot..."

Pudu Cihang secretly thought, this is indeed the case. When he had been practicing Taoism for hundreds of years, he could freely shuttle between the mountains without any obstruction. Now that he has practiced Taoism for thousands of years, even if two mountain houses suddenly come and squeeze him in between, he will still be fine. , he is born to overcome the earth, and he is like a fish in water in the earth...

He slowly exhaled a breath: "But relying on me alone is not enough. Thousands of years of Taoism cannot be compensated for by the mutual restraint of each other. You must know that if the fire is strong enough, it can also evaporate the water..."

Chen Chu showed an "embarrassed" expression, and then said: "Fa Zhang has been practicing for thousands of years. In addition to these descendants, he should also know many friends in the soil, such as pangolins and gophers. They are also good diggers by nature. …”

Pudu Cihang opened his mouth, wanting to say something but not knowing what to say. He was silent for a moment and uttered the word "Okay".

I don’t know why, but this evil cultivator who calls himself Chen San seems to have arranged the rest of the things for him. He always feels like he’s coming here with nothing to show for it. So far, he has agreed to this evil cultivator’s joint crusade against the old Black Mountain man. Yao, even just promised to be responsible for recruiting other helpers.

This evil cultivator is very smart, but no matter how smart he is, he can't make up for the gap between his strength and his trump card.

Pudu Cihang possesses the refined Buddha scroll. After the crusade is over, he will devour Fu Tianchou, the Minister of Rites, and then the emperor. This evil cultivator of the underworld will have reached its end...

On the official road twenty miles outside Guobei County, there was a young man with a bun on his head and a plate armor similar to Yan Chixia's, sitting on a fast horse and running wildly!

He suddenly inhaled hard on the tip of his nose a few times, and a trace of vigilance flashed in his eyes. He turned over and dismounted, lying on the ground. After smelling it for a while, he sneered: "What a strong smell of blood. Someone must have died here not long ago. There are still traces of evil spirits, oh, it’s been cleaned up quite well, but when it comes to my nose, which specializes in smelling the smell of monsters and ghosts, I can’t hide anything!”

His smug expression gradually became complicated: "One, two, three, four... one hundred and six... Wow, there is also a big monster. This is looking down on me too much!"