This person is too murderous

In the room, candles were lit.

Ning Xiu said with a heavy expression: "Before I came, I had already heard that many forces were coming. Even the second-rate sect and Shenjian Villa also sent people."

"Excalibur Villa?" Jiang Daoming frowned: "I've never heard of it."

"The palace master has never gone deep into the Jianghu, so naturally he doesn't understand."

Ning Xiudao: "There is a sword in this Jiangling area. According to the theory of two mountains, this sword refers to the Divine Sword Villa. Even the King of Jiangling does not dare to provoke it easily."

"Where's Ershan?"

"The second mountain refers to the Black Wind Mountain. There is a demon master who controls countless demons, second only to the Divine Sword Villa."

Ning Xiu explained.

"The master of demon control, the master of demons, these evildoers must be killed!" Jiang Daoming's eyes flashed with a cold light.

Ning Xiu: "..."

Well, this palace master doesn’t know what fear is.

When others heard about Black Wind Mountain, they were scared out of their wits, but Jiang Daoming only wanted to kill the Black Wind Mountain demon.

"Ning Xiu."

A clear call came.

Ning Xiu's expression changed and he stood up hastily: "Palace Master, I have something else to do, so I'll go ahead."

After that, he left in a hurry.

Jiang Daoming closed the door and continued to rest.

A night of silence.

The next morning, Jiang Dao got up early and took a shower.

Miaoyin came up from downstairs, carrying two bowls of porridge.

Jiang Daoming took a bowl of porridge and took a sip regardless of how hot it was.

"There are many more warriors in the town, and Buddhists have arrived in the lobby." Miaoyin said.

"You really worked hard enough to come here overnight." Jiang Daoming said calmly.

"The Buddhist sect will do everything possible to obtain what Saint Monk Fahai left behind," Miaoyin said.

Jiang Daoming smiled lightly and said: "This is just a sea of ​​​​fa. If one day the legacy of Tang Sanzang is discovered, wouldn't all the Buddhists be mobilized?"

"Zhantan Merit Buddha, if he has left anything behind, I think he will."

Miaoyin frowned and said, "But the Sandalwood Buddha is very mysterious, and it is unlikely that he will leave any legacy behind."

"I just said it casually, don't take it so seriously."

Jiang Daoming finished eating the gruel and said.

Miaoyin stopped talking and started eating gruel.

After eating the porridge, the two of them went downstairs together and came to the lobby, which was already full of warriors.

"Amitabha, Lord Jiang."

As soon as they arrived at the lobby, a middle-aged monk clasped his hands together and spoke first.

Jiang Daoming glanced at the many warriors in the lobby, and his eyes rested on the middle-aged monk: "Master, do you want to ask about Fahai's legacy?"

"Exactly." The middle-aged monk said seriously: "Fahai Buddha is a Buddhist holy monk. Please let the master of the hall inform you."

"Just wait." Jiang Daoming said calmly: "You are a little weak. Wait a few days, and the master of this palace will make this news public."

"Master, it concerns Buddhism and the Buddha. Is it inappropriate to make it public?" The middle-aged monk's expression changed.

Wait a few more days, and most of Jiangling's martial arts masters will be able to arrive. By then, it will be very difficult for their Buddhist sect to compete for it.

Especially Jiang Daoming, the killing star. One person can kill a group of sixth-level warriors, which is no longer comparable to those of the same level.

"Isn't it appropriate?" Jiang Daoming's eyes were indifferent: "Master, what you mean is that the Buddhist sect should be informed privately? Don't you want to give the Jianghu brothers a chance?"

As soon as he finished speaking, many warriors in the martial arts world became angry: "You monk, you are so unreasonable."

"That is, although Fahai is the Buddha of Buddhism, you have not found it for so long. Now that Palace Master Jiang has found it, why should he leave it to you?"

"Dianzhu Jiang is righteous and doesn't hide his personal interests. He is the true Buddhist mind."

"Buddhist thieves are bald and so shameless."

Hearing the angry scoldings of the martial arts warriors, the middle-aged monk's expression remained unchanged and said: "The poor monk is just worried that there are too many warriors. If trouble occurs, Buddhism will not be able to take care of it and cause too many casualties."

"It's ridiculous, do we need your Buddhist care?"

"You should think about yourselves and take care of us?"

The warriors sneered coldly, full of disdain for the middle-aged monk's words.

This middle-aged monk obviously doesn't want the news to be made public. The fewer people who know, the better.

"You'd better take care of yourself." Jiang Daoming said calmly: "This palace master doesn't bother to act in secret. It would be fine if the news didn't spread. Since everyone knows about Fahai's legacy, we should give everyone a chance."

"I admire the master's mind."

"If the master of the palace loses his identity as an exorcist and enters the world, he will definitely be a great hero."

The warriors in the world started to praise him one after another.

The middle-aged monk's face was ugly. He didn't know how to speak for a moment. He couldn't help but look at Miaoyin. This person is also a Buddhist, so he should give some advice, right?

Miaoyin looked away and did not look at him. If she could persuade Jiang Daoming, she would have done so long ago.

"Master, you are narrow-minded." Jiang Daoming said with a calm expression and cold eyes: "Buddhism pays attention to a predestined method. If the Dharma Sea left behind is destined to the master of this palace, then it should be the master of this palace."

The middle-aged monk was silent for a moment and clasped his hands together: "Amitabha, what the master of the hall said makes sense. The poor monk is not good at the Dharma. I am ashamed, I am ashamed."

He felt the murderous intent in Jiang Daoming's eyes, but he still didn't want to talk to this murderous star. He didn't want to go to the West to see the Buddha so early.

Jiang Daoming left the inn with Miaoyin and wandered around Qingshan Town.

He did not go to the warrior to get information, but visited the old man in the town.

After giving out some Daxia coins, Jiang Daoming found the oldest old man in the town, who was nearly a hundred years old.

"My father-in-law." Jiang Daoming came to visit. The old man was sitting in meditation in the house.

The old man had sparse hair, wrinkles, a hunched body, and his clothes were old and had several holes.

The old man looked at Jiang Daoming with cloudy eyes and asked in confusion: "Who are you?"

"Strangers, looking for some news from you." Jiang Daoming said: "You are the elder of Qingshan Town. I wonder if you know anything about the strange things around Qingshan Town?"

"Strange things?" The old man looked confused.

"It's some strange places, such as demons and evil things. I am the demon exorcist of the Great Xia Demon Exorcist Hall. I walk around the world and kill demons." Jiang Daoming said.

"So you are the demon exorcist." The old man looked a little more respectful, and trembled as he wanted to get up: "I'll pour tea for you."

"Don't be polite, old man. We are just here to inquire about the news. Is there any demon that affects the lives of the residents of Qingshan Town?" Jiang Daoming asked.

The identity of a demon exorcist is of little use to martial artists, but it is of great use to ordinary people.

The old man thought for a while and said, "There are no evil spirits, but there is a mountain a few miles away. It is said that there is a drought demon hidden in the mountain."

"Drought demon? Please tell me more." Jiang Daoming asked hurriedly.

"I only heard my uncle mention it when I was young. I went to see it from a distance. The mountain is extremely hot and cannot be approached."

The old man paused and thought. As he was old, his thinking was a little behind: "I heard that a long time ago, a snake demon caused a flood, and then there was a drought demon."

Jiang Daoming listened patiently, and Miaoyin was more patient than him.

The old man spoke very slowly, and it took them half an hour to listen to the old man's words.

In ancient times, the white snake caused a flood, and the flood was overwhelming. The people were living in misery. A monk came and suppressed the flood with a drought demon.

Afterwards, the monk sealed the drought demon in the mountain, and the place returned to normal.