After the witch was reborn, she made all the talented people in the world of cultivation cry.

"There must be!"

Regarding the Jiang clan members, neither Ye Lige nor Jiang Fusheng thought about looking for it.

"Then why don't you look for it?"

There is strength in numbers, and with the help of other tribesmen, everyone goes into battle and spits on that scumbag Hongyuan to death!

Ye Lige sighed softly, "Even though we are thoughtful, we don't know who to look for. Where to look for him?"

There is a Meng family in Yuncheng. Although they are not doing well, the monks who come up from the lower world have a place to stay.

At least he won't live on the streets or be dragged into mining as illegal labor.

The Meng family was able to find it successfully because Beichen Small Realm had relevant information about the ascended clan members of past generations.

Connected by blood, the immortals from the upper world can also use secret techniques to pass to the lower world.

Ye Lige and Jiang Fusheng were different. During the Black Dragon Rebellion, the Jiang family was almost wiped out.

The few seeds left were young, the oldest was eight years old, and the youngest was still in her mother's belly.

I don’t know what I should know, and I don’t even know what I shouldn’t know.

Ye Lige: "So, the Jiang family has long lost contact with the upper world, and we have no way of finding it."

On the one hand, they couldn't find it, but the two of them actually didn't want to look for it.

At a glance, it has been almost 2 years since the Black Dragon Rebellion. 2 years can't be counted as a blink of an eye for an immortal. A lot can also be changed.

In these 2 years, the Jiang family in Beichen's small world has gone through several generations.

After such a long span, the bloodlines connected to each other have become very weak.

People's hearts are fickle, and it's really meaningless to look for it.

If the prediction is correct, among that group of people, Hongyuan Xingjun may be the best one.

The immortals who ascended from the Beichen Small Realm earlier still have some affection. Their heirs or disciples in the Immortal Realm have no feelings for the Beichen Small Realm, and they are even less likely to go to the Hongyuan Star on behalf of the Jiang family of the Beichen Small Realm. You are the big boss.

There is no fool who can be accepted into Zixia Immortal Lord’s sect.

Otherwise, one would not be able to understand the meaning of the sword, let alone succeed in cultivation.

Even though Ye Lige didn't say anything, everyone understood her unfinished intentions, except for the drunken Immortal Lord Mobei.

Immortal Lord Mobei raised his head with drunken eyes and giggled twice, "You are all common people, you don't understand anything!"

Ye Lige slapped Mobei Immortal Lord's arm in a funny way, "Yes, yes, we are all common people. You are an immortal, a great sword immortal. Such a big, such a big sword immortal, this is okay, right?" !”

Ye Lige never reasoned with drunk people because there was no reason to reason with these people.

Immortal Lord Mobei came close to her ear and said, "Junior sister, let me tell you, there are really people who dare to spit on Mr. Hongyuan!"

Immortal Qiu Shi glared at him, "You're so drunk that you started talking nonsense!"

Immortal Lord Mobei ignored him and continued: "There is Leiyin Temple at the junction of immortals and demons. It is said that there are the relics of eminent monks after they were enthroned.

There are those who practice Taoism, and there are those who practice magic.

Those who practice Taoism can understand that it must be clean and flawless, shining with a holy light.

But what about the magic cultivators?I just wanted to get one to see. "

Immortal Qiu Shi was so angry that he blew his beard and stared. Is this what he was looking at?I want to take advantage of others and steal directly!

This means that Immortal Lord Mobei drank too much fairy brew, and he probably didn't expect that Ye Lige's fairy brew would be so powerful.

Otherwise, even if he is beaten to death, he will not tell about his dark history of being called a parent.

Because during that trip to Leiyin Temple, not only did I not see the relics of the immortal after he was enthroned, but he was also arrested as a thief.

While hiding in the dark, he heard a conversation between Master Intelligence and Hongyuan.

At that time, Hongyuan Xingjun was just a Daluo Jinxian, but the wisdom master had long since broken through and become a Buddha, equivalent to the powerful Xingjun of the human race.

"The Master of Intelligence was very angry. He said, if I hadn't thought that you and I are of the same race, I would have spitted you to death long ago because of all the bad things you did!"

and then?

Then I heard the thundering snoring of Immortal Lord Mobei. I couldn't wake up. I was drunk and fell asleep. I probably wouldn't admit it when I woke up!

Then, Dahei wandered up to him and said flatteringly, "Little Fairy, you must take me with you when you go to Leiyin Temple. I have an acquaintance there!"

Master Changjing served him delicious food and drinks. He kept trying to save him, and he was almost bored to death.

However, in order to be by the little fairy's side, Daodao will do it, he has a strong willpower!

Ye Lige: Everyone is like rain when they hear the wind. When should I go to Leiyin Temple?

Dahei: "Little fairy, let me tell you, half of Leiyin Temple is within the scope of the demon clan, and the demonic energy is soaring to the sky.

The demon cultivator there is also very interesting. There are two long horns on the big bald head. Ouch, I'm going to die laughing!

Huh?Little fairy, why don't you smile? "

He had been laughing for almost half a year, and he wanted to laugh every time he saw it.

Master Changjing was very happy every time he saw him, and he thought Dahei had been influenced!

Ye Lige said thoughtfully: "Perhaps, we really should go to Leiyin Temple!"

The affairs of the Jiang family still need to be implemented by the Jiang family. If the big bosses of the Jiang family who ascended to the fairy world in their early years can lend a helping hand, they may be able to seek justice for the ancestors who died in the name of the family.

No matter what the smart master's attitude is, she has nothing to lose anyway.

At best, it’s a journey, seeing the wonderful sights that Dahei talks about.

……

In Leiyin Temple, the sound of Sanskrit sounds is exactly the time for the disciples in the temple to attend morning classes.

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, no one would have thought that in the middle of the unobstructed place, there was dark evil energy flowing on one side, and on the other side was the fairy energy smelling like dew.

Correspondingly, on one side is a demon Buddhist cultivator with two sharp horns, and on the other side is a human Buddhist cultivator in gray robes.

They have a gentle attitude towards each other and bow to each other very respectfully.

All of this seems inconsistent, but it feels very harmonious.

On this day, just after morning class, Master Chang Jing hurried to the backyard.

I walked too fast and almost bumped into an old monk sweeping the floor.

The old monk looked too old, with a long beard and eyebrows, a withered face, and a gray monk's robe with many patches.

Years of wind and frost have carved deep marks on his withered old face.

Holding a bald broom in his hand, he was sweeping the fallen leaves in the yard!

"Amitabha, uncle, it's a sin!"

The old monk smiled good-naturedly and said, "Amitabha, you are so good!"

Then, the two of them passed each other.

The little novice monk who came over a little later stomped his feet angrily at the departing figure of Master Chang Jing, "Top Master, how can you let the devil bully you?"

Bullying the Supreme Master is bullying him. If you dare not give him face, he will report it to his master.

The old monk touched his little bald head lovingly and said with a smile: "Have you finished your homework?"

The little novice's face fell, he immediately made a face and ran away!

The old monk lowered his eyes, bent down, and continued to sweep with the broom. There seemed to be a lot of fallen leaves on the ground. No matter how many times the old monk swept, he could not clean them all.

"Master, your heart is not at peace!"

Suddenly, a female voice sounded faintly. The voice seemed to be in the ear of the great monk, and it seemed to be from a very far away place.

The old monk raised his long eyebrows and sighed, "What was supposed to come has finally come!"