I Have Been In the Demon Slayer Division For 30 Years Chapter 218

"Of course the true fairy has a broad mind!"

Zhou Yicong came to think that he was generous to others.

Some unimportant things are just passed away with a smile.

If someone borrows the name of an immortal to do something good, and the interest comes, Zhou Yi will give some pointers.

True immortal name is not so important in Zhou Yi's eyes.

Compared with other immortal Buddhas in Zhouyi, perhaps the Taoism is not pure enough, perhaps it is not long enough to live, or it has been in the world for a long time and still regards himself as an adult.

Just as the torturer said, search for monsters.

The original intention of Zhouyi was not to earn merit. In the memory of the demon, there was more sorrow in the world and sent it with feelings. .

Now the two volumes of books are spread all over Dagan, and even on the surrounding continents. Whenever I heard that someone used the book to declare a course and escaped from the mouth of a demon, Zhou Yi would smile with his palm.

"That's natural!"

Three Wus joined together, admiring the true immortal: "If the immortal is really the ancestor of the Taoist palace, that would be great."

"Who is right, Huayang Zhenxian has three thousand years of life, how many friends he has made during this period, and how many younger generations he has taught..."

Zhou Yi followed the perverted way and said: "What if that true fairy has ever been favored by Huayang true fairy?"

Regardless of whether there is a record before, there will be a record after tonight. Zhouyi only needs to make some specious fake antiques, and the people of Yunxiao Dao Palace will complete it into a perfect official history.

Who dares to say that this antique is fake, that is, the life and death enemy of Yunxiao Dao Palace!

"What the layman said is reasonable, and Lao Dao will return to the Dao Palace tomorrow and read the classics about the patriarch again."

Sanwu couldn't figure out why the true immortal had spared himself, otherwise he would not be willing to be appointed by Emperor Jingtai for the sake of Dao Palace.

The greatest possibility now is that the true immortal and Taoist palace have an old relationship.

When facing the unknown, people will subconsciously think of the best side for them.

Talking about metaphysics and Taoism are not all exercises, Taoism, major events in the country, writings, anecdotes, etc., all belong to the category of Taoism.

An expert will reveal his truth in every word and deed.

For example, the way of unintentional and mindfulness, San Wu has already stated his truth when he reprimanded the brother.

Approaching midnight.

After three pots of tea, the conversation was full.

Sanwu floated away.

Only at this time can Zhouyi be able to enjoy the wit of immortals, rather than conspiracy to fight and kill.

"If there are only human races in this world, you can be an unintentional immortal."

Zhou Yi returned to the room and was watching the Soul Falling Bell condensing the Yinshen, and suddenly there was a constant voice in his ear.

Close your eyes.

Sleeping soundly.

Bibotan.

The abandoned and barren Shui Mansion has been cleaned up and completely renewed.

The deity enshrined in the main hall is not the legendary dragon ancestor, but a majestic Taoist.

"The disciples pray to the immortal to save Ying'er!"

Chen Qingzhi knelt in front of the idols and kept praying. With the magical powers of the immortals, he would be able to feel something as long as he couldn't stop thinking about it.

suddenly.

Chen Qingzhi softened and fell asleep.

I opened my eyes again and came to the clouds above the sky. Even though Chen Qingzhi had been here several times, Chen Qingzhi still felt shocked.

Looking up and seeing the fairy sitting cross-legged on the cloud, Chen Qingzhi knelt down with a puff.

"The disciple celebrates, ask the immortal leader to cast a spell to save Ying'er's life."

Zhou Yi, who turned into a cloud neutron, counted with his fingers, and immediately understood the ins and outs of the matter.

A few days ago, Chen Qingzhi proposed marriage to the Dragon Palace of Luoshui, but was rejected by the Dragon Palace, and even ordinary folks dared to covet the Dragon Girl.

Luoshui Dragon Palace imprisoned Ao Ying, found out that Chen Qingzhi was submerged in Bibotan, and sent a river cruiser to recover the water mansion.

After Ao Ying escaped from the Dragon Palace, he teamed up with Chen Qingzhi to repulse Xunhe Yacha, but she was seriously injured and almost lost her soul.

Zhou Yi said: "I said earlier that if you want to cultivate immortality and stay away from Ao Ying, why don't you listen?"

"The disciple and Ying'er really love each other..."

Chen Qingzhi never understood why the immortal would persuade him to stay away from Ao Ying. The two men and his wife are deeply in love with Feng Heming.

"This seat will lead you into the path, and try in Bibotan. There is also a cause and effect in this matter, and you can save it."

Zhou Yi's voice turned and said: "But you are in love with the Dragon Girl, and you have broken the way to become a fairy in this seat. Are you thinking about it?"

"Qingzhi lived up to Xianchang's expectations!"

Chen Qingzhi banged his head three times and said: "The grace of the immortal is long, remember it in my heart, morning and evening, burn incense and pray, and the immortal will have a long blessing."

"Don't regret it in the future."

Zhou Yi flicked the dust, and a flash of light fell.

Chen Qingzhi had an extra pill in his hands, and the dragon girl was seriously injured and dying, which was easily healed in Zhou Yi's eyes.

"Thanks to the immortal long!"

The voice did not fall, dizzy.

Chen Qingzhi opened his eyes again and returned to Bibotan.

Qingfeng Xiaozhu.

Zhou Yi woke up from the dream of marrying and looked up at the sky.

"Oh it's you!"

Originally wondering whether Chen Qingzhi encountered the dragon girl, which old guy secretly calculated, the most likely Luoshui old dragon.

Only then did I know that no one had calculated Chen Qingzhi at all.

This is a casually laid out idle child, even the most powerful arithmetic in the world, can not be counted as Chen Qingzhi's existence.

Only Chen Qingzhi, the will of Heaven, who knows everything in detail, captures the traces of Chen Qingzhi.

The Dragon Girl is just the beginning, and various subsequent accidents and inevitability will push Chen Qingzhi to the demon race and become a boost in the great tide of the heavenly path.

"This also shows that Chen Qingzhi's potential is higher than Pindao expected, otherwise it will not affect the demon race's luck!"

In the past six months, Zhouyi has rescued a lot of lucky refugees through Luoli, then investigated their character and used the magical power of marrying dreams on more than a dozen people.

Others practiced step by step, slaying demons and eliminating demons, and there has never been an intervention by the heavens.

"The general trend of heaven is really irreversible?"

Zhou Yi frowned slightly.

Heaven does not have a precise consciousness, but just rolls forward in a predetermined direction, like the torrent of history. It will not deliberately target anyone, but everything that goes against the general trend, and it is a rare result of ten times the strength.

Even if this part of the fruit, Tiandao will be quietly picked away.

For example, Chen Qingzhi, Zhou Yi intends to train to become a powerhouse of slaying demons and slaying demons, but when he encounters a dragon girl in the refining realm, his future will be smooth.

This is just the beginning. No matter what Zhouyi tries, it may change imperceptibly, and it is not a man-made conspiracy, and it cannot be revealed at all.

"The demon clan is thriving, and the root lies in the demon clan heaven. Many ancient demon will get rid of the limit of lifespan and accumulate infinite power of Taoism, so it is the demon clan that has achieved prosperity."

"In this way, to change the general trend of the heavenly path, Fang is really the way to break the game!"

Zhou Yi's mind turned around, vaguely planned.

Demon Slayer Division Great Prison.

After the suppression of southern Xinjiang, the number of prisoners dropped by 30 to 40% every day.

It has little effect on the eight avatars of the Zhouyi. It increases the number of Taoism for 30 to 50 years every day, and in another five or six years, the medium goal can be reached.

Ho Ho Ho!

A roar came, awakening the new torturer.

"The evil corpses appear more and more frequently, and if you continue to kill them, Emperor Jingtai will definitely find a problem. You need to think of a way to avoid the tormentors from being swallowed, and to grow steadily and steadily!"

Zhou Yi grabbed the sha corpse's neck and crushed it with majestic mana, leaving only a wisp of spirit shame.

The demon illustration book was flipped, and the spirit evil illustration book was almost condensed into substance, from a simple picture about to transform into a three-dimensional form, eager to emerge.

When he returned to the room and continued to sleep, the tormentor Sun Kang, who was awakened by the roar of the corpse, asked tremblingly.

"Old Liu, is there a demon who has escaped from prison? Why does the voice sound so close?"

"It's okay, sleep well."

Zhouyi didn't say much, and didn't need to be comforted, Sun Kang would get used to it in a few days.

Besides, as soon as he entered the Demon Slayer Prison, he would live well within a few years.

The prisoners in the big prison now live a lot longer than a few years ago, and most of the dangerous demons have all fallen into the hands of Zhou Yi clone.

The avatar under the ground tried to increase its mana, and the deity on the ground was enjoying the shoulders and legs.

After a full half a month, Zhang Cheng finally returned to duty.

The cramped office became a big flat again, and the oiran waited again, and the distorted picture scrolls used by the colleagues should be replaced.

"Those monks in Bodhi Temple don't do anything after receiving incense money!"

Standing on the ground with one foot on the ground, Zhang Cheng put the other foot on the chair, and said: "I donated a full hundred thousand taels of silver, but after only living for half a month, I blasted Lao Zhang out!"

The onlookers nodded, reprimanding the monks in Bodhi Temple that they should not.

Chen Ying wondered: "No, I was in Bodhi Temple last year and lived for a month after donating a thousand taels. Did Brother Zhang commit any Buddhism taboos?"

"Lao Zhang, I am a Buddhist disciple recognized by the Miaoshan monk. What taboos can I commit!"

Zhang Cheng said: "It's just that the food in the temple is too mediocre, so I asked Dashunzhai to give some meat and vegetables. How can there be meat without wine? By the way, I asked people to buy wine. When I was full and drank enough, I was also called Chunfenglou. The girl is going to sing..."

Many colleagues have long guessed that Zhang Cheng must be suspected, and he never wanted to be so bold.

Luojing Bodhi Temple is a branch of Buddhism Grand Sect Bodhi Temple. There is a monk who condenses wisdom relics in the temple. Zhang Cheng dares to drink and listen to music in it. It is already merciful to be able to come back alive.

Old Zhang Xuxu continued to complain about what tested the concentration of the monks in the monastery, and what wine and meat had passed through the intestines.

The colleagues listened patiently, and from time to time they agreed with a few bald donkeys, and finally led the newest maid to leave with satisfaction.

Under the attendance of the four oirans, Chen Ying is transcribing "Jingming Narcissus Notes". The practice method described in this Taoist scripture is similar to that of martial arts by transporting qi and blood to exercise true qi.

I read Zhouyi a few days ago and used a jar of 300-year-old pear white in exchange for a day of borrowing.

While transcribing the fairy scriptures comfortably, there are four oirans waiting on the left and right.

suddenly.

The oiran who squeezed his shoulders became ten times stronger, and the oiran who was beating his legs became a copper hammer.

"His hiss—"

Chen Ying sucked in pain, but two oirans held him tightly and couldn't escape at all.

"Boy, if you can't speak, just be dumb!"

Zhang Cheng snorted coldly and continued to draw pictures of ladies.

Luojing has faintly circulated on the market, there is a kind of picture scroll that can change the oiran, a pair worth ten thousand gold. Everyone in Luo Jing's paintings, there is absolutely no second person except Zhang Cheng who can sell the skin under the skin so much.

Zhou Yi asked: "Brother Zhang, what are you going to do at Bodhi Temple?"

I didn't see Zhang Cheng for half a month. I thought he was going to kill demons, but who knew he hid in the Bodhi Temple.

"Of course it is to avoid misfortune, otherwise the ghost will go to the temple to endure hardship."

Zhang Cheng whispered: "Lao Zhou, you may not believe it... I'm evil!"

"Bewitched?"

Zhou Yi immediately understood that this servant took the fairy relationship as a murder, and hid in the temple to let the Buddha fight against the disaster.

"Can you tell me more specifically?"

"Can't say, don't want to harm you. That person is too powerful, even the Fajing monk can't find out the cause and effect."

Zhang Cheng said that he threw the paintbrush and slumped on the chair, and said in a sense of innocence: "I had been living a good life for a few years, but when I encountered such things again, I really am... God jealous of the talent!"

Zhou Yi reminded: "It's better to go to the calculation and deduction, the real person of Xuan Ji is in the Yan Palace. Moreover, recently Luo Jing has made a magic calculation, named Yi Qing Dao Ren, you can try it."

"The old blind man Xuanji is back?"

Zhang Chengteng jumped up and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"Let's find him now!"

After midday.

Zhang Cheng walked around and came back again, his complexion changed and mixed with joy and sorrow.

Zhou Yi asked: "What did the real Xuanji say?"

"Don't talk! Don't talk!"

Zhang Cheng waved his hand again and again, sitting on the chair, closing his eyes and meditating until he was down.

He let out a long sigh of relief, his expression firm, as if he had made some determination.

"Walk around, go to Chunfeng Tower!"

Chunfeng Building.

It's when the guests are the most.

There is no place to listen to music in the lobby, so I can only stand and talk to the girl.

When I went to the second floor at this time, I would not last until the middle of the night, when the girl came out and showed up. Didn't it break the bragging before?

"Yeah, no wonder you hear the magpies screaming, you can count on Zhang Ye and Zhou Ye!"

When the old bustard saw the Zhouyi trio, he smiled immediately and led the way to the box himself.

The standing audience was immediately upset, why not talk about first-come, first-come, which caused a roar of laughter. After the explanation by the people next to him, there was no more resentment, but he bowed his hands to the box, admiring that it is really a role model for our generation!

Zhang Cheng took his seat, and the wine and delicacies were delivered.

The old bustard quickly ordered to go down and put on the Taizu play.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Cheng frowned and called the old bustard just before he finished singing a few words.

"Change the same today..."

Zhang Cheng thought for a moment and said, "Sing "The Legend of the Immortals" and start singing from the first paragraph!"

The old bust's expression turned bitter: "Master Zhang, I don't like this play. Would you like Miss Yushu to sing a few words on stage?"

The Legend of the Immortals is a drama compiled by the Daomen to promote themselves, based on various legends about the ascension of immortals. The context of each story is very similar, and it's basically an adventure that was born in poverty and eventually soared into a fairy.

The story is a good story, and the writers are also the literary world, but unfortunately they deliberately mixed with a lot of private goods and became procrastinated and tedious.

Everyone comes to Chunfeng Tower for fun, singing this is tantamount to driving people outside.

Zhang Cheng took out a large stack of banknotes from his arms and said, "All the bills tonight will be recorded on me!"

The old bustard received the cash receipt and glanced at it, at least three to fifty thousand taels.

"Master Zhang~www.mtlnovel.com~ Tonight, I will sing The Legend of Gods!"

After speaking, they went out to announce the good news first, and the guests immediately cheered loudly, and then changed to the fairy tale song, which didn't even feel boring.

The big guys who paid the bill like to listen to it, there must be something extraordinary about this track!

Chen Ying wondered: "Brother Zhang, how did you change your hobby?"

"What do you guys know, poor Dao is the biography of Dao Sect, you only listen to the biography of immortals, and you can comprehend the principles of the sages!"

Zhang Cheng said: "When this seat becomes immortal, I will make you a flute boy!",

Zhou Yi smiled and said: "Looking at the appearance of Brother Zhang, is the sign of Xuanji's real divination?"

"Haha! Don't talk, don't talk!"

Zhang Cheng laughed a few times, patted Zhou Yi on the shoulder, and said solemnly.

"Lao Zhou, don't worry, I will keep the position of the boy holding the sword!"

Chapter end