I Have Been In the Demon Slayer Division For 30 Years Chapter 342

Netherworld.

　　 Yan Luo Temple.

　　 Bailian came to see Fujun.

　　 The Yin Soldier on duty did not dare to neglect, so he hurriedly entered the hall to report.

　　 There are two great gods in the underworld today, one is Emperor Fengdu, and the other is Bailian Evil Buddha.

　　 The evil Buddha often preached and preached in the underworld in his spare time.

　　, of course, is a very serious Buddhist and Taoist classic. The evil Buddha dare not spread the White Lotus Sutra, so as not to stir the bottom line of Zhouyi.

　　Yin soldiers condense the Yin and evil Qi cultivation, and modify the traditional Buddhism practice, can calm the mind and pure ghost energy, and the foundation of Yin and Yang mutual aid is solid. .

　　 "Friends, please come in."

　　 The voice of Zhouyi came from the hall: "Bai Lian will come to see you in the future, no need to report."

　　 Bai Lian didn't like seeing this word very much, as if she was a minister and subordinate of Zhouyi.

　　 Even though Bai Lian is not arrogant, it can even be said to be humble, but after preaching for long life, how can he be willing to subdue himself to the top existence in the world.

　　 It's a pity that the Buddha is under the eaves, and he also has to bow his head.

　　With the continuous expansion and development of the Netherworld, the white lotus has an induction in the underworld. The reincarnation authority that countless people covet and cannot but will usher in the first ruler.

　　 Bai Lian poked in the hope that he could become the second one.

　　 then calmed his mind, with a kind smile on his face, nodded slightly to the guarding Yin Soldier, and stepped into the Yan Luo Temple.

　　 Yan Luo Temple was transformed from the original city lord's mansion, and it is still the core of the Nether Netherworld.

　　 Zhouyi is declaring the official documents, and the official documents submitted by the Court of Justice are only a lot more than those of Zhan Yaosi.

　　 "Why did fellow Taoists come?"

　　 "The bridge, the dead city, the evil mirror, the Yinshan mountain, etc. have been built. Many Yin soldiers have been assigned to the Yinhunsi, Tichasi and other departments. Relying on the magic weapon of the Taoist magic weapon, the eighteen hells have been completed and the nine hells have been completed."

　　 Bai Lianhui reported: "The Great Reincarnation Array has also begun to be arranged. When will the Taoists go to the Institution City to find the Mo Sage?"

　　 "The Poor Dao deity has gone to the extreme west."

　　 Zhouyi said: "A lot of monsters have been killed along the way, and they have encountered the White Tiger Demon God. I have never heard of Mo Sheng."

　　 Now Zhou Yi is quite understandable, the clones of immortals and Buddhas are everywhere.

　　 The first is naturally the law of life, and the second is that there are too many things to deal with.

　　 After only proving the Dao for several decades, the two places of Zhan Yaosi and Jifu were permanently stationed in Zhouyi clones. After thousands of years, I don't know how many clones will fall outside. The clones have different identities, backgrounds, and cultivation bases, and even in order to achieve certain goals, they will fight against each other.

　　 can be Tao but Buddha, there are righteous and evil, everywhere, omnipotent.

　　 "Mo Sage is not in this realm, but lives in seclusion in the organ cave heaven. You must know the secret method to enter."

　　 Bai Lian said: "The donor has seen the white tiger, not far from Mojia Village. Three thousand miles to the west, there is a black stone mountain. There is no grass on the mountain, and Mojia Village is hidden in the middle of the mountain."

　　 Zhouyi carefully recalled that there was indeed a barren black mountain near the white tiger collar, and continued to ask.

　　 "How do I enter the cave sky?"

　　 "Shi presided over a scroll of white lotus scripture into the mountain's belly, and shouted in the Mojia village clan shrine, and the deceased came to visit."

　　 The corner of Bailian's mouth is slightly tilted: "Mo Sheng has extraordinary powers. Seeing the scriptures will definitely open the entrance to the cave."

　　 Zhouyi asked: "Mo Shengke has other descendants?"

　　 "Mo Sheng teaches the Fa regardless of his origin, and has countless disciples."

　　 Bai Lian replied: "However, there is only one progenitor, and he has a good relationship with the poor monk, but unfortunately he has not been able to get the path."

　　 Zhou Yi said helplessly: "So Fellow Daoist killed the only descendant of Mo Sheng?"

　　 "What is killing, the way is different!"

　　 Bai Lian said: "The poor monk and the master are not conspiring, and the Mo Qu and the Mo Sage are not conspiring, it can be described as like-minded!"

　　 "This smells similar!"

　　 When Zhouyi spoke, Xuanhuang's clone had already fled to Black Mountain.

　　 The demon garden is established soon, time does not wait for me.

After 　　 settled down in Wangchuan River, if it could not be integrated with the underground buildings, it would be equivalent to building an empty shell, far from being able to contend with the demon court that suppressed the world.

　　 Zhouyi suddenly remembered something, and asked: "Does fellow Taoists know the kingdom of gentlemen?"

　　When the judge, Fan Wujiu, traveled, he met people from the country of gentlemen. They worshipped the Confucian sage, a strong man who was comparable to the Mo Sage.

　　The human race has a long history, and it is not shorter than the monster race. There have been many strong people. As long as you don't make peace with the monster race, you can unite.

　　 "Naturally know that the poor monk used to argue with the Confucian sage!"

　　 Bai Lian recites Amitabha Buddha silently from the bottom of his heart. The monks do not slander, and once followed the master to recite sutras to cheer.

　　 "Rusheng, how about this person?"

　　 Zhou Yi made up his mind, Bai Lian praised it, it was definitely not a good thing.

　　 "hypocrisy, hypocritical, or hypocritical!"

　　 The Evil White Lotus proclaimed the name of the Buddha: "Amitabha, the poor monk can't help but feel annoyed!"

　　 "Very good!"

　　 Zhouyi thinks that Confucian sages are good, so you can win them over.

　　 The extreme west.

　　 An unnamed barren mountain.

　　 There are many black stones all over the mountains. It is a low-level refining material that can isolate mana induction.

　　 Zhou Yi fell on the top of the mountain, and his majestic mana penetrated the rock and faintly felt the hollow of the mountain.

　　 "I can't sense the breath of life. No wonder the Mo Family has lived in seclusion for countless years, and there is no news."

　　'S body shape turned into a mysterious yellow escape light, following the gap between the rocks and escaping into the belly of the mountain.

　　 after a moment.

　　 The light penetrates the mountain wall and falls into a space.

　　 Zhou Yi looked down at the bottom of the mountain. There were vaguely large buildings. After descending to a certain height, he looked up and saw the aura stones inlaid on the stone wall.

　　 Most of them have turned into ordinary bluestones, and a few have shown dim brilliance, not to mention that no one has changed them for hundreds of years.

　　 "Empty city!"

　　 Zhou Yi frowned slightly, and in the midst of his feelings, there was still no vitality in Mojia Village in the mountain's belly.

　　 fell on the ground.

　　 Seeing the whole picture of Mojia Village, it is not so much a village as a miniature city.

　　 is neatly formed by bluestones, the city gate and the turrets, the houses in the city are vertical and vertical, highly orderly, and constructed in accordance with strict planning.

　　 There are three large characters carved on the city gate, Mojiacun.

　　 Zhouyi escaped the light and fell in the city. The dust on the ground was already an inch thick. The buildings on both sides of the street were blessed by magic, and the erosion was not serious over the years.

　　 Hufeng!

　　 used the earth's evil magical powers, and the breath of the entire mountain belly swept across the tip of his nose.

　　 "There is no life, and there is no atmosphere of evil spirits. Is it because it has been too long, Mojia Village has changed places."

　　 This is not impossible. The information update of the White Lotus Evil Buddha is often limited by hundreds of thousands of years, and the ordinary has passed through more than a dozen generations.

　　 Zhouyi walked around the city. The similarity between this city and the village is that it is not large in size.

　　 The buildings in the city are basically similar, including the city lord's mansion adjacent to the ancestral hall. It is no different from the houses on the street. If it were not for the plaque on the door, it would not be recognized. The highest point in Mojia Village is the ancestral hall in the middle of the village.

　　 Mojia Village is nothing like the legendary Holy Land of Xianzong!

　　 Zhouyi entered the ancestral hall and saw the token from top to bottom. The first one was Moqu.

　　 "Mo Sheng was very different from this direct disciple. He beat him to death and entered the ancestral hall!"

　　 The magic power swept across the ancestral hall, and the dust in the ancestral hall was gone, and Yu Ruyi turned into a barbecue grill.

　　 Zhouyi took out a real dragon leg and skewered it on the grill.

　　 The spiritual fire ignited on its own, and after a while, a rich smell of meat floated in the ancestral hall.

　　 When the dragon legs burned to golden brown, Zhou Yi tasted it. The outside was burnt and the inside was tender and delicious.

　　 As the saying goes, dragon meat in the sky, donkey meat on the ground, describe the deliciousness of donkey meat, but who would eat donkey meat if there is dragon meat?

　　The legs of a real dragon seem to be four or five feet long, but they weigh more than a thousand catties. A mortal can be full with a sniff. Ordinary monks have to refine it for several days with one bite.

　　 Zhouyi ate the dragon's legs three times and five times, and meditated cross-legged to run mana.

　　 The city is dark day and night.

　　 suddenly.

　　 There was a squeaky sound, and there was a faint rotation of gears, creaking and creaking.

　　 Boom! boom! boom!

　　 The ground shaking sound gradually approached the ancestral hall.

　　 Zhou Yi slowly opened his eyes, his aura flickered, and saw a figure several feet tall approaching.

　　 "It's finally here, I want to see what it is!"

　　 How sensitive the real fairy is. I circled Mojia Village before and found no human or demonic atmosphere, but found that some houses were different.

　　 People grow old and become fine, and things grow old.

　　 In theory, anything contaminated with spiritual energy and evil spirits may turn into spirits. However, Zhouyi, a living creature in the house, has heard of it for the first time.

　　 After all, the house is not a stand-alone object, but is composed of different parts.

　　 At this time, the figure approaching outside takes the window as the eye and the door as the opening. The beams and woods are turned into arms, and the bricks and stones are formed into legs, shaking the ground with a step of tens of feet.

　　 After the house monster approached the ancestral hall, he looked at Zhouyi along the edge of the window.

"Roar!"

　　 "What is it called."

　　 Zhou Yi waved his hand, the majestic mana turned into a giant palm, holding the house monster in his hand.

　　 Gently pinched, the house collapsed and shattered, leaving only a ray of light.

　　Search for souls!

　　 The house monster only remembers that he suddenly gave birth to a wise mind, can change his body shape, and just came to drive Zhou Yi according to the master's order.

　　 Deduction of calculation!

　　 A tiny thread of cause and effect stretched out of the ancestral hall.

　　 Zhouyi turned into a escape, and followed the silk thread to a house in Mojia Village.

　　 Mana swept through, and there was no vitality in the room. After pushing the door and entering, I saw the white-haired old man sitting in the room, sipping tea slowly.

　　 "What an exquisite method of concealment, Pang Dao didn't even notice it!"

　　 Zhouyi looked at the old man carefully. He was in green and gray linen, his arm movements were stiff, not like a living person.

　　 The voice of the old man seemed to pop out of his mouth one by one.

　　 "Sit down, please."

　　 Zhou Yi just sat across from the old man and raised his brows when he saw the tea in the cup.

　　 "Is this fairy tea?"

　　 "The Taoist has good eyesight. It was originally an immortal tea leaf, but unfortunately it has been brewed back and forth for thousands of years, and it has long lost its flavor."

　　 There is no emotional fluctuation in the voice of the old man, and it must be formed by mechanical synthesis.

　　 Zhouyi asked: "Poverty Dao loves tea and drinking. Are there any tea fairy plants in the cave?"

　　 "That's nature. Only when fairy plants are planted in the cave sky can the aura really cycle back and forth. Otherwise, it will only continue to dry up, and the Lord of the cave sky needs to constantly fill with spiritual objects. Not only is it not a help, but it becomes a burden."

　　 The old man said: "There is an enlightenment fairy tea in Dongtian, and drinking it can increase your comprehension."

　　 "Poor Dao really yearns for it!"

　　 Zhouyi quickly asked: "How do I get to the agency cave sky?"

　　 "The old don't know."

　　 The old man shook his head and said, "Unexpectedly, I slept for thousands of years. Goodbye, the village is empty and the entrance to the cave is missing. I waited for thousands of years and didn't see the clansmen coming back to visit, so I adjusted some spiritual houses as companions."

　　 "Spirit House!"

　　Zhou Yi immediately understood, and said: "Is that the ghost of the house? The dozens of objects in the house can be coordinated and integrated into a whole."

　　 "This is the secret technique of the Mohist school."

　　 The old man said: "The old man is not good enough to learn, so he can only adjust some houses. This technique can be completed to a great extent, and the entire city can be refined into one and turned into a powerful war puppet."

　　 "Wonderful!"

　　 Zhouyi praised the Mohist's secret technique, which was used in the Netherworld, and praised the Bailian Evil Buddha for his knowledge and knowledge.

　　 "Lao Zhang can have a method of contacting the Mo family? Poor Dao has something to do with the human race. Please ask Mo Sheng to come out!"

　　 "I don't know."

　　 The old man said: "The old man is no more than a puppet at the bottom of the agency city, who is responsible for serving the Momen disciples and is not qualified to send a message."

"Pity."

　　 Zhou Yi sighed.

　　 "With the magical powers of the Tao, you don't need to sigh, you can find Mo Sage sooner or later."

　　 The old man said: "When you find the traces of the institution's cave sky, I will tell the old man."

　　 Zhouyi said: "It's a pity that the poor way is not this."

"what is that?"

　　 The old man is always expressionless and his voice is calm.

　　 "It's a pity that Lao Zhang gave up his life!"

　　While Zhouyi was talking, he pointed his finger to the center of the old man's eyebrows.

　　 Mechanism puppets also have a center. With Mo Sage's mysterious and magical powers, they almost make the puppets alive, with a high probability that the head is also the core.

　　 The old man's complexion did not change, watching the aura quickly approaching, he was about to smash his forehead when he saw it.

　　 Wow!

　　 The body changed rapidly, the old skin and the gray linen were shattered, and it swelled to more than two feet in a blink of an eye, transforming from a rickety old man into a man with a golden armour.

　　 Zhou Yi's finger dropped on the helmet of the golden-clad man, leaving only a slight crack.

　　 "Compared to the demon's defense!"

　　 unexpectedly, the aura of the fingertips skyrocketed, and instantly used ten percent of the mana.

　　 The man with a golden armor showed fear, with his arms on his head, shouting loudly.

　　 "Come and help me!"

　　 Boom!

　　 With broken arms, the man with golden armor took advantage of the momentum to fly out of the house.

　　 At this time, Mojia Village was lit up with golden lights, flying out from the house, the ground, among the walls, the cracks in the rocks, and so on.

　　 fell on all sides of Zhouyi and turned into hundreds of golden men.

　　 The heights of these men are exactly the same, their faces are 70% similar, and the armor system is the same.

　　 The man with a broken arm said: "Outsiders~www.mtlnovel.com~Mojiacun doesn't welcome you!"

　　 "The poor way apologize first."

　　Zhou Yi circled the chief inspector and said: "It's a big deal. Poverty Dao is unreasonable today. Either you guide the agency where the cave is located, or all die and disappear."

　　 "Arrogant!"

　　 A man with golden armor roared: "Even if the fairy Buddha is here, I dare not stray in Mojia Village!"

　　 "Do you think the true fairy Buddha is afraid of you? That's because of the face of Mo Sheng, and it's just like a demon's defense!"

　　 Zhouyi's voice fell, sword light flew out of the cuffs, and circled the speaking man.

brush!

　　 The man with a golden armour broke in two with his waist, and his wound was as smooth as a mirror.

　　 Zhouyi came to the door and asked for it, so he did not kill him, and said: "The puppets of the institutions have a long life. Don't miss it today!"

　　 "End! End!"

　　The golden armored men shouted one after another, forming a formation according to the mysterious position, the golden aura connected them together, and the momentum skyrocketed several times.

　　 "The gap is too big! Useless, useless!"

　　 Zhou changed hands to pinch the sword tactics, and the Ziying Sword turned into a sword of ten thousand swords. It easily cut off the link of the aura and broke the formation.

　　 The sword energy rushed past, and the man in the golden armor could not stop him.

Chapter end