I Have Been In the Demon Slayer Division For 30 Years Chapter 88

　　 There are many deceased people in Zhouyi.

　　 It is not Zhang Cheng or Yan Chixiao that is most worth thinking about.

　　 Zhang Cheng is enviable, a century-old guest of Chunfenglou.

　　 Yan Chixiao occasionally sent people news to Zhou Yi, and it was very happy to kill demons in Jinhua County.

　　 The old person who really made Zhou Yi miss his heart is the lord of the heart demon!

　　 The upper third-rank demon head in the Demon Illustrated Book, had been swaying in the northern borders before, and suddenly appeared in Bodhi County.

　　The master of the heart demon's illustration book is ranked on page 530 of the demon illustration book, hundreds of pages ahead of the famous Black Fiend Demon Lord.

　　According to the ordering rules of the demon illustration book, the strength of the master of the heart demon is already the pinnacle of the first rank.

　　 "The lord of the heart demon, the elder of the demon league, the first-grade monk is not Chinese cabbage..."

　　 Zhouyi escaped from the well and found that Fuzhong was hiring people. Each young man was selected by the housekeeper to sign and draw.

　　 One tael of silver a year.

　　 The butler doesn't ask what he will do, he only looks at the body and flesh, and don't care if you are too fat, too thin, or have a strong taste.

　　 is not like picking long-term jobs, but more like picking livestock.

　　 "Fair forgiveness, forgiveness, how can I forgive you!"

　　 A thunder fell, smashing Yuanliang and the housekeeper into ashes, and the people who were happily becoming the servants of the mage suddenly turned into birds and beasts.

　　 The Demon Illustrated Book shows fragments of memory, Yuanliang and the housekeeper were originally the heads of the mountain bandits, killing and arson are all evil.

　　 After a sudden repentance, he dissipated the looted money and worshipped into the Jinguang Temple.

　　 In fact, the two were controlled by the Celestial Demon League and became spies in Bodhi County.

　　 Among the many concepts of Buddhism, one puts down the butcher knife and becomes a Buddha.

　　The thieves in the mountains practice Buddhism, which can wash away the grievances and evil spirits and become the right path of Buddha cultivation.

　　 The Buddha's idea may be good, admonishing bad people to become good, but they don't conform to the law, and they will be exploited by others.

　　 Zhou Yi soared into the air and flew towards the southeast of the eye.

　　 used all his strength to escape, and Bodhi County took only half a day to go back and forth, and quickly followed the induction to the destination.

　　 Golden Buddha Mountain.

　　 is also known as Jinguangshan.

　　 The mountain is no more than a hundred feet high, and it is famous because of the Jinguang Temple.

　　 Looking from a distance, the whole mountain is shining with golden light, faintly condensing into a giant Buddha.

　　 Hills, rocks, trees, pavilions, towers and pavilions, under the influence of Buddha light, it seems as if forged with red gold.

　　 Zhou Yi fell to the head of the cloud, and there had long been a guest monk waiting at the foot of the mountain.

　　 Jinguang Temple invites Buddhist monks from all over the world to celebrate Fahai's first rank, and many great virtues and monks have already arrived.

　　The Zhike Monk put his hands together and asked, "But the Zhou layman of the Demon Slayer?"

　　 Zhouyi took out the invitation and the demon-killing division's waist card: "Exactly."

　　 "The host has already ordered that you are Brother Fahai's benefactor, and you must be a good host."

　　 Zhike Seng said: "Please!"

"Please!"

　　 The two went all the way up the mountain. There were pilgrims who climbed the mountain and worshipped Buddha. Seeing Zhou Yi flying down from the sky, it was no surprise.

　　 Yunxiao Dao Palace, Luofu Sword Palace, the strength background is not weaker than that of Jinguang Temple, but in terms of folk influence, the two are not of the same order of magnitude.

　　 Daomen guarding the mountain is a great formation, isolated from the commonplace, and occasionally immortal destiny strays into it, and there are many fairy stories.

　　 Buddhism is an open mountain gate, welcoming believers from all quarters to go up to the mountain to pay homage to the Buddha.

　　 The believers on the stone steps of the mountain road were bustling with hustle and bustle.

　　 The light of Buddha slowly blends into the body of believers, cleanses the body, strengthens the body, and eliminates the pain.

　　 Pious beliefs are never unilaterally obtained, and mutual benefit can only be achieved in the long run.

　　Among them, there are believers who paddle and fish in the water. Their attitudes and actions are generally the same, but they cannot blend with the Buddha's light, and are even faintly rejected by the Buddha's light.

　　 The monks at Jinguang Temple met insincere believers, not only would they not yell at them, but would instead chant and guide them.

　　 leads the way, knows the guest monk's cultivation base is not shallow, walking seems to be slow but fast, and soon came to the gate of the temple.

　　 Jinguang Temple stands majestically on the top of the mountain. The two gates are three to five feet high, and the believers who enter and exit appear extremely small.

　　The vermillion walls and green tiles, the glazed golden roof, the sun shines and reflects the dazzling golden light, if viewed from a distance, the mountain top seems to become a bright light bulb.

　　 The Book of Changes follows the introduction of the knowledgeable monk, seeming to browse the buildings in the temple at will, but in fact it senses the exact location of the demon.

　　 This demon's technique is weird. It can come to the Jinguang Temple from the northern border in a flash, and it can hide its identity under the shadow of the Buddha.

　　 Arranged the monk's house, and the Zhike monk told the forbidden place in the monastery and left.

　　 Zhouyi sat on the couch to refine the Qi, and a strand of hair fell down, transforming into a forgiving appearance.

　　 "Yuanliang" while proclaiming the Buddha, swayed to the backyard, the main hall called the Cangjing Pavilion.

　　 "I have seen Master Yuanliang!"

　　 The monk on duty at the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, bowing and saluting.

　　 "Amitabha!"

　　 Zhou Yi stepped into the Buddhist scriptures pavilion, with rows of bookshelves filled with Buddhist scriptures.

　　 There is an old monk, slowly sweeping the floor.

　　 Zhou Yi waved his hand and closed the door of the hall, with a weird face, he hehe smiled, and he looked at the old monk carefully.

　　 The old monk looked extremely old and swept the floor slowly.

　　 Seeing Zhou Yi coming over, he slowly raised his head, his movements became louder, and he couldn't help coughing twice.

　　 "I have seen Master Yuanliang."

　　 "Amitabha!"

　　 Zhou Yi said hello: "How many years have my nephew been sweeping the floor here?"

　　 "Ninety-seven years."

　　 The old monk was trembling with his broomstick.

　　 Zhouyi sighed and said: "It's been nearly a hundred years, but is there something wrong with Jinguang Temple?"

　　 Dagan, an ordinary person can live a long life at the age of sixty. It is rare in the past seventy years, and ninety is a man Rui. The old monk is over a hundred years old, and the ordinary people have passed three or four generations.

　　 The old monk shook his head: "It depends on the blessing of the Buddha, and chanting day and night cannot be repaid!"

　　 "Then why..."

　　 Zhouyi pointed to the old monk, and dozens of five elements of sword energy surrounded him in all directions.

　　 "Master nephew gave birth to a heart demon?"

　　 Seeing the sword qi will penetrate the old monk's eyebrows~www.mtlnovel.com~ The figure turns into a plume of blue smoke and floats outwards.

　　 "You are not Yuan Forgive!"

　　 "You are not a monk either..."

　　 When the thought of Zhouyi moved, overlapping sword auras appeared in the Buddhist scripture pavilion, which was transformed into formations according to the number of weeks and days.

　　 The old monk's escape method stagnated, and he stayed in the void.

　　 The sword formation only lasted for a moment before it collapsed on its own. Zhou Yi took this opportunity to drown the old monk with a surge of sword energy.

　　 Both of them are well-known masters in the world. Between the rabbits and the flocks, the magical control is subtle and subtle, and it does not damage the book in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

　　 "I ran away!"

　　 Zhou Yi raised his brows, his figure disappeared.

　　 The Demon Illustrated Book turned to the main page of the Happy Demon, and it was a little brighter, and its position was more obvious.

　　 A piece of information came into my mind, and the old monk's Dharma name Wuzheng.

　　 Ninety-seven years ago, he fled to the Jinguang Temple and took care of his life and sorrow. He was admitted to the temple and arranged to cleanse the monks in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

　　 All monks in Jinguang Temple can practice the exercises in the temple, but unfortunately, the enlightenment of Wuzheng is very old, and his roots are poor. After decades of practice, he has barely entered the Ninth Stage.

　　 The monks in the temple have grown up from generation to generation. Many monks who entered the temple late have achieved qi or even divine refining.

　　 Family hatred, the bottleneck of spiritual practice, made Gojo give birth to a demon.

　　 The master of the heart demon took this opportunity to train him into his body, and has been lurking in the temple for decades.

　　 Until not long ago, the demon of the heart came and swallowed the will of Wuzheng completely.

　　 "No wonder you can come here from Northern Xinjiang in an instant, with the help of the avatar of the heart demon, you can seize the house at will!"

　　 Zhouyi sorted out the context, thought that he had lost the opportunity to kill the demons, and then felt inwardly again.

　　The heart demon is here again at Jinguang Temple!

　　 "This Jinguang Temple...is it the Snake Shield Bureau?"

Chapter end