Reborn Wild Boar: What's wrong with eating a few single people?

One year later.

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On the wide official road outside the capital, the sun was scorching the earth.

In the distance, a slightly thin figure was walking slowly along the edge of the official road.

He walked lightly, but seemed extremely cautious, constantly avoiding the endless stream of cars and pedestrians coming and going.

When he got closer, he could see that the figure was a young monk.

He had a handsome face and a lively look between his eyebrows.

He was wearing a white monk's robe that had been washed and slightly yellowed. Although it was a bit old, it was clean and tidy.

He wore a bamboo hat on his head, which just covered most of his face, revealing only a pair of clear and bright eyes.

And the most eye-catching thing was the white cassock on his shoulders.

This cassock is obviously different from others. It is covered with dense and mysterious Buddhist runes, shining with a faint light, and looks bright and beautiful, which is in sharp contrast with the old monk's robe on his body.

Look at the hands of the little monk again. His right hand tightly grasps a golden six-ring staff.

The staff is simple in shape and not gorgeous, but it is also shining under the sunlight.

Every time he takes a step, the staff in his hand will pound hard on the hard ground, making a crisp sound.

At the same time, his left hand is also steadily holding a seemingly ordinary but extraordinary golden bowl.

At first glance, this golden bowl seems to be made of copper, but a closer look shows that it is not; it is said to be made of gold, but it is not entirely true.

In short, it gives people a mysterious and elusive feeling.

The young monk walked slowly, and the staff in his hand kept pounding on the ground, as if measuring the road to the capital.

His eyes remained calm, and his expression was calm, without any ups and downs.

And the direction he was heading was the magnificent gate of the capital.

If Zhu Ganglie happened to be here at this time, he would definitely recognize the identity of this little monk at a glance - isn't this the little monk Shiquan who had met once in the thrilling battle between demons and Buddhas in Tianwu City?

Moreover, he was also the disciple of Baiyun, one of the protagonists in that battle between Buddhas and Demons!

Shiquan at this time was completely different from the simple-minded and ignorant Shiquan at the beginning. His Buddhist practice had already entered the hall, and he was no longer the mortal monk who was powerless.

At that time, Shiquan was enlightened by his master Baiyun with his own magic power, helping Shiquan monk to open the six senses of Buddhism, and he himself had a good wisdom and profound background.

After his master Bai Yun died at the hands of Yuan Yu Yaodao, Shiquan's potential was further stimulated. From then on, his cultivation progressed by leaps and bounds, and he officially entered the realm of transformation and opening.

[Note: The five realms of Buddhism; transformation and opening, fasting and fetal breathing, breaking the dust and clearing the mind, Buddha's heart relics, and Nirvana. ]

The transformation and opening of Buddhism and the practice of Qi transformation of Taoism are the same realm, which is higher than the ten realms of monsters and mortal martial arts. The entry is the peak, and the first five realms of monsters and human martial arts are surpassed in advance. The strength is comparable to the spirit monsters with three thousand years of Taoism and the innate masters of martial arts.

However, it must be said that the requirements of Buddhism and Taoism for practitioners are much more stringent, and their practice thresholds are much higher than those of monsters and ordinary humans.

To enter these two methods for practice, one must have extraordinary qualifications and unfathomable wisdom.

If a person has mediocre qualifications and shallow wisdom, then even if he is lucky enough to be guided by a good teacher, he may not be able to achieve great things in the end.

What's more, some cultivators have spent their entire lives trying to understand the secrets, and thus always linger outside the door, unable to truly step into the initial realms of refining qi into essence and transcending the ordinary.

Since the disaster in Tianwu City, Monk Shiquan has been traveling around Daliang State. On the one hand, he has been constantly practicing and cultivating in various places to improve his cultivation;

On the other hand, he has been persistently pursuing the clues of the demon who once caused bloodshed in Tianwu City and brutally killed his master.

His footprints can be said to be all over Daliang State, from the bustling cities to the deserted border towns, he has left his footprints everywhere.

Not only that, he has also set foot in the outer area of ​​Black Mountain, where everyone is terrified and demons gather.

Along the way, he subdued countless evil spirits and saved many innocent people with the cultivation techniques taught by his master Bai Yun.

In the process, not only did his cultivation level improve, but he also withstood many tests in his character and became more mature and stable.

Unfortunately, things did not go as he wished. Although Shiquan made many efforts, the demon Taoist and his extremely ferocious wild boar demon seemed to have disappeared out of thin air, and there has been no trace of them since then.

Not to mention ordinary people, even those powerful monsters hiding in the Black Mountain have never heard of this so-called wild boar demon and Yuan Yu.

This result undoubtedly cast a thick haze on Shiquan's heart, which lingered for a long time and became a thorn in his heart forever.

After a long period of searching everywhere, Monk Shiquan still failed to find any trace of the mysterious demon Taoist.

Just when he was at a loss, a figure suddenly appeared in his mind-Li Mengke, who was far away in the capital.

During that demonic chaos, the two fought side by side in Tianwu City, defeating demons and eliminating demons together, and experienced countless hardships and obstacles.

Then they narrowly escaped from a dangerous situation together and returned again. This experience established an extremely deep friendship between the two.

You know, Li Meng is the golden demon-suppressing envoy of the Demon-Suppressing Division. Not only that, she is also the only daughter of the commander-in-chief Li Anguo.

Relying on the status of Li Mengke's father as the commander-in-chief of the Zhenmo Division, the Zhenmosi's vast and sophisticated intelligence network covers almost every inch of land and every town in the entire Daliang Kingdom.

Its sources of information are so wide that almost all demons causing trouble can get information wherever they appear.

Over the years, although Monk Shiquan worked tirelessly to find the whereabouts of the demon, he still found nothing.

At this moment, he was secretly thinking: Maybe with the help of the powerful intelligence system of the Suppression Division and Li Mengke's personal connections, he could find out some clues about the pair of evil spirits.

With such a glimmer of hope, Monk Shiquan resolutely decided to go to the capital to find Li Mengke in the Zhenmo Division and ask her for some information about the demon that was causing trouble in Tianwu City.

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At this time, on the official road leading to the capital, a seemingly ordinary mule was struggling to pull a small cart filled with straw and wood forward slowly.

Sitting at the front of the car was an old man wearing shabby clothes and covered with patches.

I saw him looking leisurely and contented, humming a little tune from time to time, and driving slowly towards the capital.

"Hey! That sloppy Taoist priest, the capital is about to arrive. Don't blame the old man for not warning you. He will sell you and this cart of firewood to the nobles in the capital later. Don't blame the old man!"

The old man driving the car raised the grass whip in his hand high, and after drawing an arc in the air, it landed lightly on the round buttocks of the mule and horse.

Following the crisp sound, he kept shouting: "Drive! Go faster!"

While urging the mules and carts to move faster, he turned his head and shouted loudly at the mountainous pile of firewood behind him.

However, the mules and horses seemed to have been familiar with the long whip in the old man's hand, and did not care about his urging. They still moved their hooves slowly, pulling the heavy cart forward slowly. It didn't speed up at all because of the old man's urging, not even a little bit.

At this moment, a slight noise suddenly came from the tall haystack on the cart.

Immediately afterwards, there was only a "crash" sound, and a burly man suddenly sat up from the haystack.

This man's head and body were covered with golden straw, and his messy beard hung casually on both sides of his chin, making him look very slovenly.

The man stretched out his thick and powerful arms, raised his head toward the sky and yawned loudly. Then he rubbed his sleepy eyes, looking lazy as if he had just woken up.

Upon closer inspection, this man turned out to be a Taoist priest.

Although he wears the unique bun of a Taoist priest on his head, what he wears is not a traditional Taoist robe, but a worn-out, gray-colored knight's costume that cannot be distinguished from its original color.

On his broad back, he was carrying a huge wooden box steadily, and he didn't know what mysterious things were inside.

"Uncle, have we already arrived in the capital? Pindao has just slept for a short while. Why does it feel like we have reached our destination? Look, your mules and horses can run really fast! Although you are not young, But the speed is not inferior to those of young and strong horses, they are really getting stronger with age!"

The slovenly bearded Taoist shouted to the old man with a smile on his face, then reached out and took off the straw attached to his head and clothes. He jumped off the carriage with a strong posture and landed firmly on the ground with his feet.

"Uncle, thank you, Immeasurable Heavenly Lord, may this good man have a safe life!"

The bearded Taoist priest smiled and blessed the old man driving the car, then carefully arranged the wooden box he was carrying behind him, raised his legs and planned to leave.

"Hey, why do you, a sloppy Taoist priest, bully an old man like me? You promised to pay the fare at the destination before getting on the bus, but now you want to go back on your word and even cheat the old man?"

The old man driving the car saw the sloppy Taoist getting out of the car and was about to leave. He quickly reined in the reins, jumped off the front of the car, and asked angrily with a riding whip.

After the old man's reminder, the sloppy Taoist priest seemed to remember something, smiled awkwardly, and reached out to fumble around in a series of places such as his arms, waist, cuffs, etc.

Finally, he took out five dirty copper coins from his tattered pocket, held them in his hand and handed them to the old man.

"Uncle, don't be angry. Look at my poor memory. I forgot about this matter after sleeping. It's indispensable for you. It's just these few coppers. I'll give them all to you. Take it!"

Seeing that the sloppy Taoist priest only took out a few copper coins, the old man frowned, raised his eyes and looked at the sloppy Taoist priest. He felt that the Taoist priest had taken out a few copper coins, which was the limit, so he said nothing more and put the copper coins in his hand. After putting it away, Wu drove away on his cart.

After watching the old man leave, the slovenly Taoist priest's originally smiling face instantly lowered his crotch, looking sad.

"Hey! Now it's better. Now I have become a poor man. I am penniless and have to sleep on the streets when I enter the capital."

The sloppy Taoist priest sighed and looked at the looming outline of the tall city gate ahead with a sentimental expression.

Suddenly, the sloppy Taoist priest saw a white figure walking alone on the official road ahead. His eyes fell on the six-ring tin staff in the white figure's hand. His eyes narrowed slightly, and a gleam of brilliance flashed in the depths of his pupils.

"Isn't that Master Baiyun's six-ring tin staff? How come it is in the hands of this little monk?"

The sloppy Taoist priest had a trace of doubt on his face. After standing there and thinking for a moment, he quickly chased after the figure in front of him.