I Am the Righteous Master

"It's just, it's just that this beast is extremely fierce... and it is carrying a treasure, and when attacking, it is fierce and ruthless...

Let the teacher be hurt, and the teacher needs... Slowly practice and recover. "

Lin Moer knew it in her heart.

"Then... the Xuantian sect's holy son, how is life and death now?"

Lin Mo'er asked curiously.

"To act for the teacher, it must be...to pinch him to death, um...has already pinched him."

Luo Qingqiu said, "I used a secret method... to block him, slowly draining his vitality, and he is about to die..."

Standing in front of the tent, Lin Mo'er heard Master whisper softly:

"I'm going to die, I'm going to... die..."

"Shi...teacher, preaching, accepting karma and solving doubts..."

Jiang Yun thought hard.

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"I love to practice, I am motivated."

Jiang Yun came out of Luo Qingqiu's room refreshed and thought very honestly.

It has to be said that Luo Qingqiu is quite competent as a master.

She is the great power of the fifth heaven of the divine tower. She not only has a high cultivation base, but also has a good understanding of various Taoist classics.

Jiang Yun felt that he had benefited a lot from following Fairy Luo to practice, even if he was just listening in.

In the future, I can communicate with Fairy Luo more... Jiang Yun thought to himself.

Although she has become a teacher, but in many places, Jiang Yun felt that he still had to teach her.

He is also a man who is good at being a teacher, even though the other party is an elder of the Black Lotus Sect.

But Jiang Shengzi is willing... to teach him everything.

Decided to go to preach with Fairy Luo again tonight.

Walking on the streets of Longxiang City, it is daytime, but there is no chaos.

Then he saw a soldier in heavy armor hooking a middle-aged man's lute bone with a torture tool and dragging him out.

This is a violation of the city regulations. Although the middle-aged man has already reached the peak of the Quadruple Realm, he still has no power to fight back under the hands of two heavily armored guards.

The two wanted to take him outside the city for execution.

It seems that in Longxiang City, blood cannot be seen during the day.

After Jiang Yun took a few glances, he withdrew his gaze and continued walking along the street.

On both sides of this street are monks selling items, most of which are taboo items from the outside world.

If it is outside, it can only be seen in certain underground black markets, but in Longxiang City, it can be sold openly and openly.

Soon, Jiang Yun was attracted by a booth.

The stall owner was an old man in a gray robe, with a gold mark tattooed on his face. Although his skin was already loose, the gold mark was still very clear.

This is a kind of secret mark, indicating that he was once a big bandit and was suppressed.

And at his booth, the commodity sold was a person.

The man was wearing a khaki robe, which was in tatters and covered with dust.

His wrists and ankles were nailed through, and the bones were faintly visible. The wounds had not yet healed, and they were connected by chains.

This is a monk.

"Old man, where did your slave come from?"

The person who asked the question was a middle-aged monk with a scar on his face, which was hideous and terrifying.

"When you buy something from me, don't ask where it came from. This is the rule."

The old man in gray robe raised his eyelids and looked at the middle-aged monk:

"Why, what are you asking this for?"

Chapter 150 Ascetic Monk, Killing Night

"Of course I have a grudge against him."

The scar-faced man grinned and pointed to the miserable-looking monk on the ground.

"This person's Buddha name is Wufang, and he is a casual Buddhist cultivator in Ningyuan County of Yuhua Immortal Dynasty. He slapped me 30 years ago and almost destroyed my foundation."

He had a cold expression on his face, "Today I landed in Longxiang City, and I ran into him again. I want to take his heart and drink with him to satisfy my hatred."

The gray-robed old man took a puff of his pipe: "A piece of divine gold, or a healing holy medicine or spiritual herb at the level of a divine tower."

"You old man will sit on the ground and raise the price."

The scar-faced man snorted coldly, but did not counter-offer, and took out a jade box from the magic weapon storage.

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded:

"A bottle of Wumai Guiyuan Pill, I want this person."

The scar-faced man frowned and looked to the side.

The person who spoke was a man in a black robe, with a golden mask on his face, which covered his face and only showed his mouth.

His body exuded the cultivation base of the peak of the four extremes, judging from his voice, he was very young.

"What do you mean?"

The scar-faced man looked at him with an uneasy expression on his face.

"I want to refine human pills, and I just need a Buddhist monk, and that's him."

Under the mask, Jiang Yun's voice was indifferent.

He took out a bottle of elixir from his sleeve and threw it to the old man in gray robe.

The gray-robed old man did not intervene in the dispute between the two, opened the jade bottle, sniffed it in front of his nose, and showed a bit of greed and satisfaction on his face.

"Very well, he is yours."

The gray-robed old man grinned, and stretched out his hand to release the restraint on the monk.

He called the helper on the side, loaded it into the prison car, and handed it to Jiang Yun.

Jiang Yun stretched out his hand to pull the chain on the prison cart, the monk's eyes were closed, and his body was sluggish.

He took the prison cart and walked in one direction of the city. Since he bought the monk, he had to find a place to put him down.

Behind him, the scar-faced man looked at Jiang Yun's back with a bit of cruelty in his eyes.

evening.

In an independent courtyard.

Jiang Yun sat at the stone table, holding a teacup in his hand, drinking slowly.

Quietly, a figure appeared in the courtyard.

Luo Qingqiu appeared beside him in plain clothes and a veil.

Jiang Yun patted it casually and said:

"If you don't take it with you at the post house, what are you doing here?"

"I'm afraid you will be beaten to death."

Luo Qingqiu's face was frosty, and he said coldly.

"I am a cultivator of the Third Heaven of the Divine Tower, how can it be so easy to kill me?"

Jiang Yun didn't mind the attitude of the Lomi people, he knew that the other party was still worried about what happened in the morning.

Luo Qingqiu was going to die of nervousness to preach in front of his disciples.

Jiang Yun felt this very clearly and meticulously.

He put his arm around the waist of the Lomi woman, and let her sit down beside him.

"What did you save him for?"

Luo Qingqiu glanced at him.

Jiang Yun thought for a moment:

"Well... this person is destined to me."

"What do you mean?" Luo Qingqiu asked.

"He practiced the [Ten Fang Toutuo Sutra] handed down from the Dafan Temple. This is an ascetic method, and I saw it."

The monks in Dafan Temple counted him as half of his fellow disciples, so Jiang Yun naturally wanted to save him.

"You are a holy son of the devil, but you are very enthusiastic about the righteous people." Luo Qingqiu said with a bit of yin and yang.

"Yes."

Jiang Yun looked up at the sky, "My holy son loves her very much. Even the elders from the sect of the Black Lotus Sect don't mind caring for her."

Luo Qingqiu snorted coldly, knowing that he couldn't talk to him, so he stopped talking.

"when--"

"when--"

"when--"

From the direction of the city gate, a long bell sounded, which could be heard throughout Longxiang City.

Jiang Yun put down the teacup in his hand.

The next moment, the door was kicked open.