Mirroring the changes

The moon is as cool as water, and the breeze is blowing.

A figure sits alone on the top of a high mountain.

His back is cold, his breath is cold, and his eyes are cold.

In his eyes, there is only a pair of vertical pupils, and the pupils reflect the bright moon in the sky.

It seems that there are only him and the bright moon between heaven and earth.

And behind him, thousands of demons are coming one after another.

Silver and blood divide this world into two halves.

"Amitabha~"

A Buddhist chant broke the evaluation at this time.

Fan Yuya's pupils shrank suddenly, and the full moon in his eyes shattered into countless silver lights.

Slowly turned around.

I don't know when, a young monk appeared behind him.

The monk had a faint smile on his face, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly: "Donor, you have a good taste."

"Killing people and appreciating the moon~"

The tone of the monk Mijian was very relaxed, so relaxed that it made people feel like he was meeting an old friend.

Fan Yuya narrowed his eyes, and his footsteps were so light that they were almost unnoticeable.

"The great monk came to visit late at night, could it be that he also came to appreciate the moon?"

Monk Mijian chuckled: "I don't know how to appreciate the moon."

"I only know how to kill people~"

Before the 'person' finished speaking, Fan Yuya disappeared.

There were only two words left in his mind: 'so fast'!

He turned around belatedly, but an unparalleled force attacked him.

Fan Yuya didn't even see the monk's moves clearly, and his eyes blurred, and the shadow disappeared again.

"Amitabha~"

Hearing this voice, Fan Yuya felt that his hair stood on end.

Turning his head, it was indeed the smiling face of the great monk.

"Master, you are not here to kill people. If you were here, you would have killed someone just now."

"You are not here to enjoy the moon either. If you wanted to enjoy the moon, you would not be here."

"So, you are a visitor."

At this moment, a clear voice suddenly sounded in the big tent not far away: "I have heard from the old people in the clan that half a hundred years ago, my demon clan had a senior of the 'Mirage' clan. He was extremely talented and could transform into a human form in his dreams. He was invisible in his actions."

"This person did not practice the method of transformation of my demon clan, but took a different path and opened up the way of transformation. He transformed into reality through dreams and condensed into a human form. From then on, he practiced the way of human beings."

"I didn't expect that He Feiyu would meet here today. It's a great honor to meet you."

Monk Mijian smiled, but there was a bit of admiration in his eyes.

"Amitabha."

"You are worthy of being the think tank of Wanshou Villa. You can guess my identity even though we haven't met."

At this time, the tent was opened and He Feiyu came out from inside: "He Feiyu from Wanshou Villa greets the senior."

Mi Jian put his hands together and bowed, his white monk robe under the moonlight.

Clean figure, compassionate face.

The breeze blew, and I could only sigh that he was really a wonderful monk.

No one could have thought that he was actually a demon.

As the sixth generation of the "Mi" generation disciple, the disciples of the same generation had already turned into dry bones.

Even the next generation of Hui Se and others have already grown old.

But Monk Mi Jian has never changed.

It turns out that he is of the demon bloodline.

"Hey, I didn't expect that after so many years, there are still people who remember me." Mi Jian's face finally showed a touch of nostalgia.

He Feiyu sighed softly: "I have always had a question, I wonder if you can help me solve it?"

"Tell me about it."

"You were the most popular person in my demon clan, why did you abandon me later?"

Monk Mijian shook his head and smiled: "The demon clan, hehe, the pattern is too small."

Hearing this answer, He Feiyu's expression froze: "Senior, I don't know what you mean?"

Monk Mijian said lightly: "The demon clan is divided into three parts, each forming a sect."

"Even the "Taiyin Lianzhen" inherited by the ancient demon clan is incomplete."

"At that time, I was young and energetic, so I wanted to create a "The supreme way of the ancient and unparalleled sect, to reorganize the demon race."

"So he traveled many times and visited all the major holy places of the demon race, but he also found the shortcomings of the demon race. "

"Strong outside but weak inside, a pile of scattered sand, although the luck is rising, but the heart of winning has been lost."

"Disheartened, I turned to the various methods of the human race, which is really a hundred flowers blooming and a hundred schools of thought contending."

"Finally, I found the way of harmony in the land of southern Xinjiang."

"The ancient ancestor of the Styx can actually be reborn with blood and seize the fortune of heaven.

Then why can't I be reborn with dreams?"

The monk Mijian was full of smiles, but there was a bit of pride in his eyes.

As the pride of the demon race, he comprehended the way of 'rebirth'.

'Turning dreams into reality' directly transformed the demon body into a human body.

From then on, he only practiced the way of sentient beings.

This is why, although Monk Mijian was born in the demon race, he did not have the slightest breath of the demon race.

"I see."

"However, the world rises and falls, and my demon race is prosperous, so it is possible to restore peace."

He Feiyu was full of passion, showing the demeanor of a hero.

But Monk Mijian chuckled: "No, at least you can't."

The expression on He Feiyu's face froze. He has always been a proud person. At this moment, he naturally felt a little angry when he heard this.

"Why?"

Monk Mijian chanted a Buddhist name: "Although the demon race has luck, it has no foundation, while the human race is just the opposite. The luck is exhausted and the foundation is growing."

"One rises while the other falls. In the end, human power will overcome nature."

After saying this, He Feiyu immediately snorted: "Senior, you are too self-deprecating."

Monk Mijian shook his head: "Alas, the demons are sitting in a well and looking at the sky, arrogant, but they don't know that people in this world are thousands of times stronger than them."

"For example, this small Shasheng Temple in front of us."

"Even if it has declined for hundreds of years, it still retains its heritage."

"You are not opponents."

Monk Mijian said this in a decisive and merciless manner.

He Feiyu thought of today's splendor and couldn't help but speechless.

It was Fan Yuya next to him who came to the rescue: "It seems that the senior came today, not to appreciate the moon, nor to kill people, but to be a lobbyist."

Under the moonlight, the smile on Monk Mijian's face gradually deepened: "If you talk well, you are a lobbyist, and if you don't talk well, you are a bad guest~"

This was said with a smile, but it made people feel cold.

Fan Yuya and He Feiyu looked at each other and instantly took a defensive posture.

"You two, while that kid hasn't come out of retreat, you should go."

"I came here for both the Killing Temple and the demon race."

"Although the senior is a famous demon race, I didn't expect to become a vassal of the human race. It's really sad and lamentable." Fan Yuya responded coldly.

Monk Mijian was not angry when he heard this: "Human race vassal? Hahaha, little guy, you underestimate me a lot."

"Hahaha, just based on this sentence, I won't take your lives today."

"When that little guy comes out of retreat, you will remember what I said."

"In addition, it's not that easy for the demon race to pass through the barrier and enter the Killing Temple."

"Hahaha~"

After saying that, his body disappeared quickly.

He Feiyu's pupils shrank, and he quickly turned his head to look at the battlefield.

There was no news for so long!

"Oh no! I fell into a trap!"