The young monk has returned to secular life

With the rootless water, the earthly fairyland for Monk Zhizun and Mei Chaofeng is naturally no longer a problem.

Yi Zhen and his companions were busy creating immortals, while the entire Dakang fell into an eerie silence.

The "large army approaching" that they had expected did not come, and neither the court nor the Liefang Pavilion sent anyone to attack Xinzhou.

This is not normal.

Thinking of the short and fat "immortal" who escaped, Yi Zhen suddenly felt a sense of crisis.

They must be planning something big.

In order to deal with the upcoming crisis, Yi Zhen no longer pretends.

Although they have their master and mistress in front of them, and gold and wood to back them up, they are not afraid of any challenges in the world, but they have to leave after all.

After they are gone, there will still be someone to rule the world.

Zhou Jin, Mo Youdao, and even Zhuang Wunian are all the Duke's Mansion's trump cards in the human world.

It still needs to be cultivated.

The eighth day of October.

The wedding day of Yi Zhen and Mu Yunqing finally arrived.

This is a big event for both of them, and also a big event for Xinzhou City.

The whole Xinzhou began to decorate with lights and colors three days ago.

Mo Youdao, who has already entered the eighth rank, has revealed his identity as the "chief steward" of the Duke's Mansion and is extremely busy.

Zhizun and Mei Chaofeng finally did not accept the invitation to "double their happiness". After all, they were too old to steal the limelight from their apprentice.

Besides, Mei Chaofeng was already pregnant, so she didn't have the nerve to show off everywhere.

After a busy day of preparation, the two entered the bridal chamber with great trepidation.

Although the two of them had already been lying in the same bed, they were not actually husband and wife after all.

Now the exciting moment is about to come, how can we not be excited?

"My lady, it's getting late, how about we start playing games?"

Although she knew what would happen next, Mu Yunqing was still shy.

By the time she took off her clothes piece by piece and her phoenix coronet and bridal robe fell to the ground, Yi Zhen was almost speechless with excitement.

"A moment of spring night is worth a thousand gold coins. Today, I will cast a seven-principled golden statue..."

"Madam, I'm here..."

"what?"

"what's the situation?"

“Why is there a membrane?”

"Which evildoer is blocking the way?"

"Hurry up and show yourself!"

“???” Mu Yunqing was a little confused.

"what are you talking about?"

"Where is the evildoer?"

"Are you singing?"

Yi Zhen was already sweating profusely.

He looked at Mu Yunqing angrily and said, "How can I be acting?"

“It’s that this game can’t be made.”

The game can’t be made?

Wouldn’t that be in vain?

Mu Yunqing looked at Yi Zhen in a daze and whispered, "If it doesn't work, let Granny Jiang find a doctor to prescribe some medicine. You don't have to feel inferior."

What's really not possible?

Who really can't do it?

"I don't have any low self-esteem, it's not me who can't do it, it's you who can't do it!"

"I can't?" Mu Yunqing was even more confused.

"You have a membrane on you!"

"...Then why don't you just break it open?"

"The key is that I can't break it!"

"Isn't that what you can't do?"

“I…” Yi Zhen explained through gritted teeth, “This membrane is called a barrier.

I can’t break it.”

"Ah?" Mu Yunqing suddenly sat up and touched around like he was taking a bath, but found nothing unusual.

"Why can't I feel anything? And I don't feel anything unusual when I go to the toilet or something like that."

"Do I even need to ask? This must have been done by the old witch Xianhe Zhenren." Yi Zhen said angrily, "She can leave but not come in. This old witch is really ruthless."

"Now what?"

Mu Yunqing knew that the problem was with himself and was very depressed.

Yi Zhen took a look at Mu Yunqing's beautiful and charming face, and immediately became energetic again.

"Actually, it's not that there is no solution..."

Mu Yunqing asked hurriedly: "What method?"

"Um...actually..."

"Jie Jie Jie Jie..."

At this moment, a sinister laugh was heard from the sky above the Duke's Mansion.

"It seems that we came at the right time."

"I didn't get to drink the wedding wine, but I got to watch the bridal chamber prank."

"Jie Jie Jie Jie..."

After being silent for so long, those people finally came.

I didn't expect they would choose this time.

Yi Zhen, who had just thought of a solution, was immediately furious.

Why didn't he come earlier or later, but came at this time to ruin his fun?

Do these people really think they are vegetarians and Buddhists?

When the two walked out of the room, Zhou Jin, Qingmei, Mo Youdao, Zhuang Wunian and others were already confronting a group of people in black robes above the Duke's Mansion.

This group of people were wearing the same uniform, and no one of them was trying to restrain their aura.

They are all at the eighth level, a total of two to three hundred people.

It is hard to imagine that there are so many eighth-grade masters in the world.

If they controlled an eighth-rank master and had enough rootless water, they would control the path to immortality in the human world.

The person behind the scenes has an ambition that is quite big.

If the news that Zhizun and Mei Chaofeng were about to enter the Earthly Immortal Realm had not been "leaked", and that person had to stop them from ascending, these people would never have been exposed to others.

Yi Zhen looked at these people without any fear.

On the contrary, he was somewhat excited.

To him, these are all merits.

"Gan Xingba, it's you."

Zhuang Wunian finally found someone he knew among the crowd in the front row.

"Hahaha……"

Gan Xingba arrogantly took off his cloak and walked in front of the crowd.

"There are a total of 256 eighth-rank masters here. Even if there is Monk Zhizun, plus Mei Chaofeng who has entered the half-step earthly immortal realm, what can they do?"

"Zhuang Wunian, you have always been a model of knowing when to act. It's not too late to surrender now."

Zhuang Wunian couldn't help but blush when he was ridiculed in front of so many people.

"Gan Xingba, do you think the gap between the Earthly Immortal Realm and the Supreme Realm can be made up by numbers?"

"You are just a foolish man."

"Extremely stupid."

"I advise you to confess your crime and submit to the punishment, otherwise your body will be gone and your soul will be scattered."

"Hehehehe..." Gan Xingba was not frightened by Zhuang Wunian's reminder at all. Instead, a hint of sarcasm appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Zhuang Wunian, did a bald donkey kick you in the head?"

"Since we know that there is a semi-fairyland here, we still dare to appear here. Do you think we are crazy?"

Then, he waved his hand and shouted, "Set up the formation!"

Following his loud shout, all the men in black robes began to move rhythmically.

There were sixty-four people in each of the four directions of east, south, west and north above the Duke's Mansion.

"Four Symbols Demon Subduing Formation."

Zhuang Wunian was worthy of being the former imperial teacher, and he recognized the name of the formation immediately.

He couldn't help but turn his gaze to Yi Zhen.

Only when he saw that Yi Zhen was still calm and composed did he feel relieved.

At this time, Mei Chaofeng took the arm of monk Zhizun and slowly came to Yi Zhen's side.

Yi Zhen smiled and asked, "Master, Master's Wife, are you ready?"

Monk Zhizun nodded slightly and said: "I will fight in this battle. Your wife is pregnant, so she can just watch from the sidelines."

After saying that, he gently twisted the rosary in his hand and threw it gently into the air.

The rosary instantly expanded into a large circle, firmly protecting the sky above the Duke's Mansion.

War is imminent.