Chapter 182

Seeing the Confucian scholar, the old devil was stunned.

Because the other person seems to be a Confucian practitioner, rather than practicing magic.

However, the old devil looked at each other carefully and gradually saw the clue.

The scholar in front of him is a devil's road practitioner who is just like him.

The level of strength should be lower than that of Wang Cong who poisoned the livestock of Luhe mountain villa before.

The other side looks like Hu Mingxiu's strength. They are all about the sixth state, and the cultivation of magic way in the state of combining orifices.

"Are you still cultivating yourself for Confucianism?" Asked the old man with a frown.

At this time, the Confucian scholar had already got up and saluted the old devil of blood shadow: "however, it's just the third level of self-cultivation, which makes the elder laugh."

"Concentrate on the cultivation of evil way, you may have raised a real devil." Said the old devil.

"Thank you for your advice." The scholar's tone was respectful.

The practitioners of evil way are especially sensitive to each other's realm strength compared with other realms.

Confucianists can clearly feel the power of the other side when facing the old blood shadow devil.

If the two sides fight, he has no confidence in connecting the old devil.

However, this made Confucians eager:

the rumor is true, and the blood shadow old devil has made great progress, which is probably the result of Chang'an city.

"Your name is Fangqiu?" Mr. Wu Yun asked.

The Confucian scholar nodded: "yes."

"From where?" Mr. Wu Yun continued.

"The Eastern Jin Dynasty." Fang Qiu, a Confucianist, replied: "I heard that Chang'an tolerated the practitioners of the devil's way. I can walk in Chang'an in a fair and upright way, so I come here to take effect. I hope the two elders will accept me."

With that, he solemnly saluted the blood shadow old devil and Mr. Wu Yun.

"The city of Chang'an can accommodate the practitioners of the evil way, but the premise is that we should abide by the rules here." Mr. Wu Yun said, "no matter who it is."

Fang Qiu said in a hurry: "I come here to serve Chang'an. Of course, only Chang'an orders follow."

"Is it you who poisoned the animals of the eastern Tang Dynasty?" the old man asked

Fang Qiu nodded his head: "I heard that there were demon practitioners in the eastern Tang Dynasty who poisoned the horses and animals of Luhe mountain villa under the rule of Chang'an, so I had the idea of returning them to others.

It happened that I was the change of practicing black devil python, and I was good at using poison. So I chose the right place in the eastern Tang Dynasty.

As long as the two elders give orders, I will immediately look for more suitable targets. "

As he spoke, his voice began to falter.

Because he did not see the color of approval on the faces of the two old men in front of him.

The old man did not speak.

Mr. Wu Yun looked at Fang Qiu quietly: "do you think you are very smart?"

"I dare not." Fang Qiu said quickly.

"Have you ever thought that everything you poisoned will soon be your Majesty's?" Mr. Wu Yun said.

Fang Qiu was slightly stunned.

After being stunned, he quickly knelt down on one knee to Mr. Wu Yun and the old man of blood shadow:

"I am sorry, your majesty, please forgive me.

The younger generation is really angry at the earlier means of the eastern Tang Dynasty, so I have a heart of revenge. I have no intention of disrespect to your majesty! "

"The sincerity is commendable, but the mistake is outrageous." At this time, the blood shadow old devil said slowly, "you must do a good job more attentively, in order to make atonement."

Fang Qiu said in a hurry: "I understand. Thank you for your kindness. Thank you for your generosity."

The old devil of blood shadow looked at Mr. Wu Yun: "this man, I want it. I will teach him the rules carefully and ask him to serve his majesty seriously."

"It doesn't matter if you give it to you." Mr. Wu Yun said, "but later."

The color of the old blood shadow demon does not change: "how to say?"

"This man practiced the transformation of black devil python, and its toxicity is harmful to most living creatures, but some spirit flowers and spirit grass can be used instead. We should use poison to combat poison."

Mr. Wu Yun said: "since it is to atone for one's merits, go to the medicine field to help some days, and report to your Tianxian hall later."

"Your Majesty's business is the most important thing. Since it is your Majesty's medicine field, I have no objection." After the blood shadow old devil pondered slightly, he turned his head and looked at Fang Qiu.

Fang Qiu replied, "I will obey your orders."

The old man nodded: "that's it. I'll go first."

Then he got up and left the temple.

"No Mr. Wu Yun said something, and then told Fang Qiu to follow him.

They came to the inner city and the first outer city.

Here, there is a medicinal field specially cultivated by Zhang Dongyun.

Many linghualingcao, including xuanyuanguo, are cultivated on a large scale here.

With the power of the invincible City, no matter how hard it is to breed and grow, there will be no problem.

However, since someone can help him at the moment, Zhang Dongyun naturally enjoys leisure."It's for you. In addition to cultivating flowers and plants, you are also responsible for guarding."

Mr. Wu Yun told Fangqiu: "later, I will order others to replace you. After the handover, you can go to the Tianxun hall and report to the blood shadow."

"Please rest assured, I will take care of this place."

Fang Qiu smiles: "I usually cultivate Linghua lingcao. This time, I also brought a batch of seeds to present to Chang'an."

He practiced the transformation of black devil python. He was influenced by demon blood. He really had this hobby and had a good method.

"Good." Mr. Wu Yun nodded and left.

Fang Qiu looked back at the medicine field in front of him and took a deep breath.

His favorite flavor is a mixture of earthy and medicinal aroma.

He smiles, and then changes his body. He turns out to be a thick black python.

The ground sounded the sound of snake scales rubbing against the soil.

When the black Python swam, it quickly disappeared in the depth of the medicine field.

His whole body scales open and close, there is a light black gas out.

However, the black Python carefully controls its own virulence.

The black gas condenses into a bunch in the air, which does not contaminate most of the linghualingcao in the field, only circling around a limited number of medicinal materials.

Among them, Xuanyuan fruit tree is the most valuable fruit tree in the current medicinal field.

However, under the nourishment of poisonous gas, the fruit trees not only did not wither, but became more and more lush.

In particular, xuanyuanguo, whose branches have not yet fully matured, has gradually accelerated from green to mature.

Under the tree, the black boa's eyes showed humanized satisfaction and joy. The head of the snake slightly nodded, like a human nod.

Zhang Dongyun of Daming Palace nodded with satisfaction.

He didn't care much about many thugs in the sixth level.

Of course, because of the particularity of their practice, in some special occasions, people like Wang Cong and Fang Qiu can play a greater role than their own realm.

However, compared with fighting, Zhang Dongyun is more willing to be a gardener for himself first.

When Chang'an continues to expand and want to deal with the Eastern Jin Dynasty, you may as well throw Fangqiu to Tianxian hall to mix with the old blood shadow devil.

In the Daming Palace, a city Lord surnamed Zhang has clearly arranged Fangqiu's future.

Soon, though, less pleasant news came.

"Your Majesty, it has been found that there are Buddhist children in Hexi County who spread Buddhism and accept believers."

The old devil of blood shadow reported to Zhang Dongyun: "I will leave for Hexi to find out the matter."

Zhang Dongyun was a little surprised, but his face was silent: "take that little monk named Huiming with you."

"Yes, your majesty." The old ghost of blood flew out as a ray of blood.

In Daming Palace, Zhang Dongyun looks at him to leave and frowns slightly.

Is it Huiming's classmate who came to see him?

……

At this moment, in a village of Hexi County, two monks, one old and one young, were sitting under a big tree at the entrance of the village, lecturing.

The Confucianists have a beautiful heart and a beautiful mouth.

Buddhist practitioners have lotus flowers with bright tongue.

Both of them can make their words more convincing, affect the spirit of ordinary people, and even produce a direct hypnotic effect.

A high-level Buddhist practitioner, sitting still and just lecturing, may attract all kinds of creatures around him, including people, and indulge in Buddhism.

This time, the old monk chanted Buddhist scriptures at the entrance of the village, and attracted the villagers to gather under the big trees.

However, the following situation was somewhat beyond his expectation.

A group of rural men and women gathered to listen to him.

"Go! Go! Go! We only have the Lord of Chang'an here. We don't need any Buddha! "

"Yes! When our days were bad, we didn't see the Buddha to rescue us. Now the days are better, do you come to pick up the cheap goods? "

"It's the Lord of Chang'an who saved us from suffering, not your Buddha!"

"go away, monk. Don't recite sutras here. Be careful that the Lord of Chang'an will beat your Buddha!"

The old monk was driven away.

The little monk was staring at the scene.

It was a scene he had never seen before.

The old monk was surprised.

However, he sat still and continued to recite sutras.

This time, people in front of him seemed to listen.

The crowd gradually quieted down, but everyone's eyes looked a little dull.

The little monk approached and gently pulled the old monk's sleeve: "master, why didn't he listen to you before?"

The old monk stopped chanting scriptures, and his eyes were puzzled.

Just now, it was he who used his own Buddhist cultivation to force his way of saying it, which almost made a group of village women quiet down in front of him.

"It's not like some people do things that affect their thinking, but they really believe in the city Lord of Chang'an."Old monk a pair of white eyebrows, slightly wrinkled: "this city Lord of Chang'an, some means."

The little monk blinked and blinked: "is everyone in Chang'an like this?"

"Take a walk to other places and you'll find out." The old monk said, and left the village with the little monk.

They changed villages and found a small town.

But without exception, the people here completely resisted their preaching.

Some bad tempered people even throw stones at monks.

Only when laoheshang could keep their spirits under control could they listen quietly.

"Either the king of Zhou lied, or he was cheated."

The old monk looked around: "people here don't admire Buddhism at all."

"Master, what shall we do? They don't welcome us. Shall we leave? " Asked the little monk.

"Of course not."

The old monk resolutely said: "so many people are addicted to suffering. How can our Buddhist disciples sit back and ignore them?"

"The people here don't feel the pain. Why should the mage force people to be difficult?" Then another voice came from afar.

A young monk appeared in the city.

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