After the death of the master, the rebels treated me in the crematorium [Transmigration Book]

in the hall.

Fang Xingjian untied the storage pouch, and put the flower butterfly soil, Jinchi's apex blood, and Guixi's tortoise shell on a small square table, together with the shark core surging in his body.

Any one, if taken out, would be a treasure that would set off a bloodbath.

He counted in his heart and secretly sighed that he had stayed in the Demon Realm for more than three months, and he didn't know what it was like in the world.

Gong Wuyou passed out just now, and now she returned to the main hall.

Hearing Fang Xingjian's next arrangement, she was very sad, but she didn't shed tears.

After so many trials, this little fish has also grown from a beautiful koi in warm water to a reliable shark.

Fang Xingjian's gaze inadvertently landed on her mutilated fish tail, and stayed there for a while, "I made things difficult for you too, I was protecting the law for me at that time."

Gong Wuyou returned a smiling face, "You have saved me a lot, so it's even!"

Taking advantage of the opportunity, she took out a blue-gold fish scale, the size of a palm, and handed it to Fang Xingjian:

"I know I can't keep you. It was broken off by the Yin spirit in the dark room. The mermaids have some supernatural power. You should take it with you as a bodyguard."

Fang Xingjian thanked him and took it, the scales reflected soft light under the light, like the one written by Gong Xiangdi hanging on his chest in the book.

He has changed countless plots, Gong Xiangdi died, Jin Chi Jinheng also died, Zhou Yunyi lingered on his last breath, fleeing to nowhere, and Gong Wuyou, who was destined to be wiped off, stood in front of him perfectly.

He was a little distracted, the idea of ​​returning to the human world was initially supported by hatred, and later mixed with longing for Chiyu and unknown feelings.

But at this time, he felt a little timid.

Has the original book really been changed?

When he went back to face Bai Xinghua, the darling of the whole world, would he return to the original "cannon fodder" who had lost himself?

Fang Xingjian took a look at Gong Wuyou, the long curly hair was cut into short, lean hair, and although there were some wounds on the fishtail, it was more reliable than the delicate appearance when they first met.

Behind her stood He Bang with a serious face. Wang Guixi took him back to Xijin City, and now he became Gong Wuyou's right-hand man.

Fang Xingjian said: "Little Yu'er, do you really want to stay here?"

"Zhou Yunyi and Ruoming are watching from somewhere, not to mention there are countless monsters and ghosts. To control a city is not just talking about it."

Gong Wuyou hesitated for a moment, then opened her eyes, her blue eyes were full of firm belief, she shook her head softly:

"I know what you mean."

"But this is my home. I grew up in Xijin City, and all my family and relatives are buried here. If even I can't support this city, who else can really love her?"

Thinking of this, she regained her spirits, showed a bright smile, and joked:

"If it's really difficult, I will call you back quickly to support me!"

Watching this girl grow up slowly, Fang Xingjian felt somewhat of an elder's sense of accomplishment, and was infected by her, smiled and nodded, stretching out his hand to mess up her silver hair.

"it is good."

After saying goodbye to them, Fang Xingjian was facing the treasures on the table.

He sensed the fluctuation of power in his body, and his fingertips vaguely touched the majestic devilish energy, but found that these devilish energy did not repel him at all, and even faintly grew close to him.

Several treasures are ready to move, wanting to merge with Chaos, but there seems to be something missing.

Fang Xingjian's fingertips brushed across the things on the table, and finally stopped on Jin Chi's apex of blood.

Is it possible to use the door of life?

Or did he take it wrong, should he find the real Jin Chi's body?

He frowned lightly and fell into deep thought. At this moment, he heard a sound of running and panting behind him:

"Fang, Brother Fang!!"

Fang Xingjian turned around abruptly.

Didn't Axi stay and practice with a group of Xuanfengniao in Penglai Xiandao?How come here.

Axi bowed his body, took a few quick breaths, and before he could catch his breath, he explained:

"Fortunately, Brother Fang hasn't left yet. I finally caught up."

"I'm already in the foundation building stage, and I won't hold back Big Brother Fang anymore. I want to go to the human world with you to practice!"

Fang Xingjian was amazed at his cultivation speed, which was almost a thousand miles away, raised his eyebrows and said:

"Elder Xuanfengniao let you out just like that?"

Axi dodged his expression, and finally scratched his head with a silly smile: "He won't let me out, I sneaked out by myself!"

"Brother Fang was in samadhi at that time, and the divine light from Xijincheng could be seen on Penglai Island, so I made up my mind to come to you."

Fang Xingjian was a little dumbfounded, Axi is also a good seedling, and he can take care of others. With him, the atmosphere will not be cold and lonely. It would be a good thing to take him to experience a little bit.

He stretched out his finger and tapped on Axi's eyebrows, his feeling of being close to home was disturbed by this little episode, and his tone was somewhat cheerful:

"You really can escape from anywhere, I don't know what it takes to trap you."

Axi grinned: "Follow Brother Fang, you can come and save me wherever I'm trapped!"

Strange to say, when A Xi came, the three treasures on the table suddenly shone brightly, and the barriers between the demon realm and the human world, which were as thick as city walls, opened a passage in the void for no reason.

Fang Xingjian was afraid that Axi would get lost, so he grabbed his wrist, stepped into the hidden door in the void, and disappeared in place in an instant.

***

One day in the Demon Realm, one year in the world.

He stayed in the Demon Realm for almost a hundred days, and the dark scuffle seemed to be still in front of him, but a full hundred years had passed in the human world.

A hundred years, most ordinary people can't live to this age, but for monks, a hundred years is just a blink of an eye.

Fang Xingjian stepped on the ground of the world again, and what came to his face was not refreshing aura, but bursts of burnt stench, which was even more filthy than the air in the Demon Realm.

With a strange look on his face, he looked around for a while, until he saw a dead tree that ten people could hardly hug, and then realized that it turned out to be the back mountain of Lingyan!

The back garden of the Lingyan sect, the blessed land with countless elixir and spiritual fruits, was burned down by someone for some reason.

Even though he was already disappointed with the members of the Lingyan faction, Fang Xingjian still felt a little uncomfortable looking at the ruined ancient tree and the devastation.

After all, this is where he grew up.

A Xi tugged at his sleeve lightly, and asked in a low voice, "Brother Fang, is this the world?"

Fang Xingjian lowered his eyes subconsciously, looked at the red fire feathers in his hair, and shook his head: "No, this is not the world."

Axi asked again: "What is the human world like? In Wanchao City, they all said that there are magic weapons everywhere in the human world, but demon cultivators can't get any of them."

Fang Xingjian led him forward, the road in his memory was not wrong, but the scenery along the way was really not good.

"I can't say it well. There are not many monks in the world. There are not many people who have a relationship with immortals, and they all gather in various sects."

"There are people with evil intentions, and there are also many people with good intentions. It depends on what kind of people you encounter."

Axi nodded half-understanding, and after a while, the two walked out of the burnt black land along the back mountain path, and finally heard some fireworks.

Bustling crowds crowded in front of small roadside stalls, girls in red and green were laughing and chatting, and little monks in sect costumes hurried on their way. This was the life in Fang Xingjian's memory.

As for the scorched spiritual field, I'm afraid that many things have happened in the past hundred years.

He randomly found a teahouse, sat in the lobby, and inquired about some news that he had missed for a hundred years.

Fang Xingjian changed his appearance with a handy formula, and quietly listened to the chatting of a few monks in Taoist robes at the next table.

A casual search of spiritual knowledge revealed that these children hadn't entered the Tao yet, and the gossip was clear and logical.

"...No matter what, the Lingyan sect is the largest sect in the world. It is not certain whether we will be able to recruit disciples this time. There is no chance to pick and choose."

Another proud girl raised her chin: "That's you."

"If it wasn't for the fact that the Lingyan sect sent so many demon cultivators into the human world to cause chaos a hundred years ago, how would they have had so many opportunities to punish evil and eliminate evil? My mother said that those demon cultivators did a lot of harm."

The round-headed little monk waved his hands, looking surprised:

"Why do you think so? The Bai Xianchang of the Lingyan Sect is a first-class alchemist, and he is a person who has great love for the world. If there is something in the Lingyan Sect, he will be the first one who will not join forces."

The girl snorted: "Then his apprentice is still apostate and fallen into the devil. This Lingyan faction has nothing to do with the demon cultivator. My mother's teaching is not strict and the teacher is lazy. You guys always listen to others saying that Baixian is good, so you just praise him." Who knows what it's like in private." Another person interjected and said with a smile: "Your mother, your mother, if she really looked down on the Lingyan sect, why would she let you sign up?"

"you!"

Seeing that a fight was about to start next to him, the old god Fang Xingjian sat at the table, took a sip of tea.

A Xi looked at the table next to him, then at Fang Xingjian, and asked softly, "Brother Fang, don't you care?"

Fang Xingjian put down his teacup, "Why should I care? I have the little eyeliner of the Lingyan Sect to clean up these half-baked things."

Before the words were finished, a handsome young man came beside him. He was wearing the formal costume of inner disciples of Lingyan School, and his hair was tied up meticulously. Fang Xingjian glanced at him.

Foundation building is great perfection, mediocre capital.

The group of young monks looked at him like a mouse seeing a cat. They had already been selected for a round, and they had traveled a long distance from various places to the foot of Lingyan Mountain.

The tense atmosphere dissipated in an instant, and everyone bowed their heads and called their brothers.

The little brother put on a straight face: "Lingyan sect rules, you can't be separated from the same sect, and you can't fight among yourself."

"It seems that you didn't remember it clearly. Each of you copied the door rules fifty times and handed them over to me tomorrow!"

A group of little cultivators who were beating cabbage in Shuang nodded sullenly, and sat back in a depressed mood, no one chattered at the table.

The little senior brother was turning around to leave, but he heard a nice voice from behind.

It was the leisurely Fang Xingjian, with a very casual tone: "Little monk, come here."

Not to mention that he is currently in the Mahayana stage, even if he had a status in the Lingyan sect, if he wanted to command a small inner disciple, there would be countless talented children jumping happily.

It's just that he was so busy going around that Wen Ziyi couldn't stand it, so he couldn't care about others.

But the group of little cabbages gasped, the shock and anger on their faces couldn't be suppressed.

The cultivation level of the little senior brother is already the highest they have ever seen, everyone is humbled to him, this man has an ordinary face and not very luxurious clothes, yet he dares to shout at the little senior brother.

The quick-talking little monk immediately shouted: "Please show some respect, this is our inner brother of the Lingyan Sect."

At this moment, the little monks all vented their anger through one nostril, waiting for the man to apologize in surprise. After waiting for a while, they found that the person apologizing turned out to be their little senior brother.

Li Binbai was completely speechless towards these little kids, whether they were talented or not, the ability to poke someone was better than the other.

Although he was an inner disciple, he was expelled to do these chores because of his poor cultivation. He could sense the unfathomable cultivation of the senior sitting across from him.

Just by taking a look at it, one can feel the powerful coercion from that ordinary appearance.

Li Binbai's knowledge is much wider than that of the children, and he secretly speculates that this senior is at least at the Nascent Soul stage.

He suppressed the helplessness in his heart, stepped forward, bowed respectfully, and said politely:

"Senior, respectfully, the younger generation is ordered by the master to recruit disciples from various places. At present, these children have not yet entered the Tao. I hope the senior will be considerate."

Li Binbai lowered his head, only listening to the man's soft voice:

"It's ok."

"I haven't been to Lingyan faction for a long time, and I want to pay a visit to the sect..."

The senior's voice paused abruptly for a long time, Li Binbai didn't dare to ask, and waited for him to continue speaking with bated breath.

Fang Xingjian scoffed inwardly, brushed the edge of the cup with his fingertips, his skin flushed red from the scalding tea, and then continued: "The old man in the door."

"Can the little monk show me the way?"

Li Binbai was about to break out in a cold sweat, and his palms hurt from being squeezed by himself, so he managed to calm down.

Leading the way is a small matter, and being able to speak a word or two with such a senior is already an opportunity. Li Binbai has been ignored in the sect all year round, so he is naturally a little excited to have the opportunity to climb up.

But why didn't Senior go find someone himself, and ask him to lead the way?

This thought just passed by in a flash, it was only a matter of breath that the senior wanted his life, not to mention there was the head of the mountain and Bai Xianzhang sitting in the town, so he was not afraid that the senior had other plans.

I'm afraid it was too long in seclusion, and even lost the sound transmission jade pendant of the old man.

Li Binbai found a good reason for the senior, nodded with a smile and complimented: "It's the honor of the junior, I don't know who the old friend of the senior is, can I ask the junior to inform me?"

He still didn't dare to look at that person more, he only heard a crisp laughter, like rings touching, the sound of a phoenix crowing.Li Binbai couldn't help but wonder, what kind of worldly beauty was under that ordinary disguise to have such a nice voice.

"No, I'll go see him myself."

The author has something to say: The entire Lingyan Mountain is an old friend.

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