Chapter 197 Mercy City (2)

After so many years, they met again. Except for Lu Ziyin, who was warm-tempered and took the initiative to greet everyone, Cheng Hong and Yan Tianjiao were both reserved and cold.

Over the years, they have accumulated some steady growth over the years. Of course, their cultivation levels have increased rapidly like rockets.

Lu Ziyin couldn't see through their current level of cultivation, so he knew that there was no need to ask, and if he insisted on asking, he would be humiliating himself.

Seven years later, the fact that Cheng Hong was the North Bamboo Buddha of the Maha Zen Temple was no longer a secret.

He is not an ordinary monk. The monk's robes provided by his Maha Zen Temple are a three-layered monk's robe, covered with a layer of plain white gauze. The place where he stands is like a silver flower falling, and the Buddhist beads on his wrist are full of merit. The golden light is brilliant, the subtle fragrance is pure and holy, and I have cultivated the ethereal Buddha nature. I only think that the wind and clouds are moving and my mind is not disturbed.

He nodded to them in salute.

Yan Tianjiao is still wearing a black robe embroidered with red flames. The leather waistband is tightened and narrow, and his sassy black hair is tied up with a ribbon. The handsome young man is gloomy and cold, unparalleled, and is covered in frost. The cold smell is not easy to provoke.

Expect him to say hello?

Don't think about it, just give me a look and it's good.

Lu Ziyin is the most solemnly dressed among them. Nanhai Lu Mansion has always been rich. He wears a copper-patterned yellow shirt, a half-length fur coat of Xueyuan long mink, a jasper sea pearl crown hair, and pointed blue ripple boots. , holding a small fan carved with sandalwood, looking rich and powerful.

The only female disciple in Tsing Yi present, although her clothes are simple, are all exquisite, and just by the way the patterns in the wind are moving like sharks, you can tell that this fabric is extraordinary.

This woman is said to be the new disciple of Nan Yuan Shang Zun in the Wushuang Realm, named Fu Wanyan. This time, the Wushuang Realm planned to call Ru Lan, the chief disciple of Nan Yuan Shang Zun, to come, but she was still in seclusion to break through the middle stage of Nascent Soul, so she decided to call another one. Chosen a candidate.

This Fu Wanyan is extremely mysterious. Her face is like an inhumane secret. She has to wear a white veil wherever she goes. This veil is different from the ordinary ones. Although it looks thin, no one can see it once it is covered. They can't discern their true appearance, and even their spiritual sense can't penetrate them.

She only revealed a pair of stunning eyes.

Lu Ziyin recognized this female disciple at first glance. She must have a rare and beautiful face under the veil.

So he, who has always been fond of beauties, was like a bee seeing the flowers, and he was very attentive. During the journey to the Mercy City to contact the people who asked for help, he basically just laughed and chatted with her and connected with her.

"Why do you, Junior Sister Fu, cover your face with a veil? It's such a waste of nature."

"Senior brother, please forgive me. Wanyan's true appearance can only be taken off when she meets her future husband. This is a rule set by our family since ancient times. The rule cannot be broken. It is not Wanyan's intention to be rude."

Fu Wanyan's character is somewhat unpredictable. Her speech and behavior are neither cold nor enthusiastic, and she can advance and retreat appropriately. It is quite comfortable to get along with her.

"Is there such a rule?" Lu Ziyin smiled in surprise: "It seems that Senior Brother Lu is not the future husband that Wanyan considers."

Fu Wanyan was not surprised when she heard the words, she just said warmly: "Senior Brother Lu is joking."

At this time, Lu Ziyin couldn't help but look at her twice. He suddenly clapped his palms and sighed for no reason: "If I hadn't heard you say that your name is Fu Wanyan, which is well-founded and can be traced, I would really think that you occasionally say and do something He looks like a person..."

Fu Yan stunned and asked lightly, "Who is like?"

I thought she wouldn't ask ... Lu Ziyin couldn't help but regret it, but when he said, he could only miss it and regret: "A beauty who told me to dream so far."

At this time, Yan Tianjiao, who was walking aside, heard Lu Ziyin's words, because he heard him feel emotionally, so he guessed who he was here, and he felt cold in his heart.

When is his wife's turn is his turn, the man is here, and he does not know the shame.

Cheng Hong drew his eyes. He hadn't heard anything about her for a long time. Now he heard the people who had seen it in the past, and the tone of missing memories only felt that the past was like a dream.

But not his "dream", and many other people also remembered her.

Even if Fu Yan's heart is good, at this moment when he heard the obvious difference between the other party, he still returned: "More than millions of people in the world, even if there is one first, it must be me like her, can't it be her like me?"

It sounds arrogant to myself.

This is a bit similar.

Because of Lu Ziyin's words, Cheng Hong and Yan Tianjiao also glanced at Fu Ye more. Cheng Hong knew deeper about Gu Jun. He glanced at Fu Yan and knew that she was not like Gu Jun.

If the cold calculation is like, if you are proud of the image, if you look good, if you are calmly confident, it is like it ... Then where is Gu Junshi?

Yan Tianjiao also glanced at Lu Zi, and frowned. "Do you think anyone can look like her? When will your eyes blind?"

At that time, they all participated in it. Gu Jun was how pregnant and fell into the Demon Dragon with a calmness.

In the end, how did she designed step by step to completely destroy the Demon Dragon, which was exempted from a calamity of Cangsheng. She also saved them, such a stunning special woman, how can a woman pretend to be deserted.

Can it be compared with "like"?

Lu Ziyin is thinking about farting.

Lu Ziyin was glanced by Yan Tianjiao, and he felt the tip of his nose embarrassingly. He also felt that it was boring.

Thinking about how much this matter is caused by his mouth, and Lu Ziyin has come to pity and cherish the jade, and he cannot be the same as Yan Tianjiao, a guy who has always been a woman who has never resigned to women.

No one is important, because ... you are not her, and you can't become her. "

Fu Yan glanced at Yan Tianjiao in a ugly face, and glared at Lu Ziyong for a long time, and finally laughed. Since then, he never talked to Lu Ziyin on the road.

These two people really called Fu Ye's seeing, what does the dog's mouth can't spit out ivory.

One felt that the other person was blind before she felt that she was like another woman. One while feeling that she was a bit similar to another woman, but in the end, she completely denied ... she took a deep breath, and suddenly felt that this trip came out to find this trip to find out to find this trip to find out to find this trip to find out to find this trip to find out to find this trip to find out to find this trip to find out to find this trip to find out to find this trip to find out to find this trip to find out to find this trip to find out to find this trip to find out to find this trip to find out.

People are extremely wrong.

Lu Ziyin saw that Master Fu was offended by them at the moment, and he dared not provoke anymore for a while, and then shook a fan fake manner, and went to Yan Tianjiao: "Brother Yan, you are not right, you are not right.

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"Roll away." Yan Tianjiao lifted his mouth coldly and moved away disliked.

"Don't try to change the subject. Why do you want to interrupt the conversation between Junior Sister Fu and me? You have never turned a deaf ear to topics that you are not interested in before. Why did you mention Gu——"

Before the name was officially pronounced, Cheng Hong decisively fired a light golden light to block his throat. Lu Ziyin looked at Cheng Hong stupidly, who was as steady as an ancient bell and said solemnly: "Hush, there is something going on ahead.

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No, if there is a situation, there will be a situation. Wouldn’t it be more trouble-free and energy-saving to remind someone by speaking than to use spiritual power to silence someone directly?

Or do you simply dislike my noisiness and simply silence my voice?

Yan Tianjiao glanced at Cheng Hong and agreed very much: "This method is good."

Lu Ziyin immediately turned around and stared at him with grief and anger.

If you are a brother, just share the same hatred with me for a while!

Yan Tianjiao laughed, raised his chin, arrogant and arrogant like a black cat that despises fools, and narrowed his eyes: "There is too much nonsense and it delays the business. I think it's good for you to be quiet for a while."

Fu Wanyan just accidentally heard the word "Gu", but she didn't want to be interrupted by Cheng Hong. This last name made her a little concerned.

But it was hard for her to ask Lu Ziyin directly in front of them.

At this time, they made a secret and turned into a spiritual light, arriving at a deserted temple overgrown with weeds outside Mercy City.

There are actually many abandoned and dilapidated Taoist temples outside the City of Mercy. If we go back thousands of years, who wouldn’t want to accumulate “merits” by transcending evil spirits or slaying demons and evil things?

Cultivation, compared to pure spiritual practice to increase one's cultivation level, "merit value" is simply a cheating artifact. It can not only weaken the thunder tribulation of the situation, but also enable people to get rid of the mortal body earlier and become a saint.

And Fengdu, a ghost town where dragons, ghosts, and snakes are mixed together, is not just a ready-made "sweet pastry".

The scale of Fengdu at that time was not as widespread as it would be a thousand years later. Not only was it divided into four ghost cities: Yiyi, Nanjiao, Shibuya, and Shuofang, but there were also clan clans and clans in the city, and there were also war generals stationed on the border of Fengdu.

, it was nothing more than a shelter for poor and helpless ghosts.

Therefore, those Buddhists, Taoists, and monks who practiced the Taoist Way, as if they saw business opportunities, began to occupy land and build sites.

But this grand occasion did not last forever. I don’t know when the ghost cultivators, demon cultivators, and demon cultivators in Fengdu changed from a weak group at the beginning to the scale they are today.

The righteous monks couldn't figure out why Fengdu was becoming more and more prosperous, so they kept sending people to sneak into Fengdu to try to find out the truth. Unfortunately, the four ghost kings of Fengdu were not fools. They strictly abided by their oath of secrecy and kept silent.

Don't tell anyone the real secret.

Therefore, not only do righteous monks gain nothing, but once they are discovered, they will either die miserably or even worse.

Before Chenghong and the others got close, they saw a foul smell of blood permeating the ruined temple. The others could not see the ghostly aura, but Chenghong scanned the air and saw a thick and cold atmosphere below.

The ghost spirit.

Because the resentment was so overwhelming that it spread to a large area, Cheng Hong called out to them.

Yan Tianjiao and Lu Ziyin looked at each other and saw each other's intentions, so they rushed in from the east and west together.

Cheng Hong glanced at Fu Wanyan, who had a prepared look on his face. Her cultivation was the lowest among the four, because he stopped her: "There must be a strong ghost spirit inside, so Fu Tanyue will stay outside for now. If he encounters

We can also handle unexpected situations."

These words were reasonable and reasonable, and Fu Wanyan had no words to refute for a moment. She nodded towards Chenghong.

"Master Chenghong, be careful."

Cheng Hong nodded together, turned around and turned into a golden stream of light and entered the temple.

Fu Wanyan frowned, and after Chenghong's lotus-white back disappeared, she thought for a moment, took out a few formation flags from the space of the bracelet and held them tightly in the palm of her hand.

It is said that when Chenghong, Lu Ziyin and Yan Tianjiao entered the temple, they immediately saw a heinous and bloody tragedy.

In the small dilapidated temple that could be reached at the corner, the beams were actually filled with mummies with curled and twisted limbs. These corpses had all been sucked dry of blood and hung precariously in the sky.

Like dried bacon, the room of more than 100 square meters was filled with a disgusting and thick smell of blood.

But these mummies are not as harmless as real "bacon". The next second, maybe they smell the breath of a living person, or maybe the time is right, they all "snap" open their eyes, with only black pupils.

The ghostly white eyes were covered with corpse spots and rotten flesh. When he opened his mouth and breathed in, the putrid smell directly hit his nose and suffocated him.

The ropes around their necks were all broken when they swung wildly and pulled down, and the heavy meat fell to the ground with a "clack", but these mummies did not notice it. They were attracted by the fresh flesh and blood, and jumped up in hunger and excitement, holding their hands together.

With one wave, he scratched at them——
To be continued...