I Have An Impenetrable Fortress

Seeing the Confucian scholar, the old blood shadow was slightly taken aback.

Because the other party seems to be a Confucian practitioner, not a magician.

But after the old devil took a few minutes, he looked at the other party carefully, and gradually saw the clue.

The scholar in front of him is a practitioner of the magic way just like him.

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

The other party looked that Hu Mingxiu was about the same strength as Hu Mingxiu, who was in the sixth realm, the magic way cultivation base of the Heqiao realm.

"You still have a Confucian cultivation base?" Blood Shadow Old Demon asked with a frown.

The Confucian scholar had already got up at this time, and saluted the blood shadow old devil: "It's just the third realm of self-cultivation, which makes seniors laugh."

"Concentrate on cultivating the magic way, you may have raised a real demon." The blood shadow old demon said.

"Thank you, senior, for your guidance." The Confucian scholar said in a respectful tone.

Demon cultivators are especially sensitive to each other's realm strength, compared to other realms.

The Confucian scholar was facing the blood shadow old devil at this moment, and he could clearly feel the opponent's strength.

If the two sides fight, he doesn't have the confidence to connect with the old devil's move.

However, this made Confucian scholars eager:

The rumors are true, the blood shadow old devil has really grown in strength, and it is likely that it was created by Chang'an City.

"Your name is Fang Qiu?" Mr. Wu Yun asked at this moment.

Confucian scholar nodded: "Yes."

"Where are you from?" Mr. Wu Yun continued to ask.

"Eastern Jin Dynasty." Fang Qiu, the Confucian-like demon head, replied, "Because I heard that Chang'an tolerates demon practitioners, my generation can walk in Chang'an with integrity, so I came here to serve. I also hope that the two seniors will accept me."

As he said that, he bowed solemnly to Old Blood Shadow and Mr. Wu Yun.

"Chang'an City can indeed accommodate demon practitioners, but the premise is that they must abide by the rules here." Mr. Wu Yun said: "It doesn't matter who it is."

Fang Qiu said hastily: "I am here to serve Chang'an, of course only Chang'an's order is to be obeyed."

The blood shadow old devil asked at this time: "The person who poisoned Dongtang's livestock, was it you?"

Fang Qiu nodded: "I heard that there were demon cultivators in the Eastern Tang Dynasty who poisoned the horses and spirit beasts in the Luhe Villa under the rule of Chang'an, so I had the idea of ​​repaying the other body with the other way.

It just so happened that I was practicing the transformation of the black magic python and was also good at using poison, so I chose a suitable place in the Eastern Tang Dynasty to attack.

As long as the two seniors give an order, I will immediately look for more suitable targets. "

As he spoke, his voice gradually hesitated.

Because he didn't see the look of approval on the faces of the two old men in front of him.

The blood shadow old devil did not speak.

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

"I don't dare." Fang Qiu said hastily.

"Have you ever thought that everything you poisoned will soon belong to His Majesty?" Mr. Wu Yun said.

Fang Qiu was slightly stunned.

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

"Your Majesty knows your mistake, please forgive me, and the two gentlemen, please forgive me.

In fact, the younger generation was only momentarily enraged by Dong Tang's vicious methods before, so he felt revenge, and he absolutely did not intend to disrespect His Majesty! "

"The sincerity is commendable, but the mistakes are outrageous." The blood shadow old devil said slowly at this time: "You must pay more attention to the errands in order to atone for your sins."

Fang Qiu said hastily: "This junior understands, thank Your Majesty for your kindness, and thank you two seniors for your generosity."

The blood shadow old devil looked at Mr. Wu Yun: "This man, the old man wants it, and will teach him the rules carefully, and ask him to serve His Majesty seriously."

"It's okay for someone to give it to you." Mr. Wu Yun said, "But it will be later."

The blood shadow old devil's expression remained unchanged: "How do you say it?"

"This person is practicing the transformation of the black magic python. Its venom is harmful to most living beings, but some spiritual flowers and spiritual grass cultivation can be used instead. We must fight poison with poison."

Mr. Wu Yun said: "Since it is to atone for the crime, then go to the medicine field to help for a while, and report to your Tianxian Hall later."

"Your Majesty's business is the most important thing, since it is His Majesty's medicine field, I have no objection.

"The blood shadow old devil groaned slightly, then turned to look at Fang Qiu.

Fang Qiu replied: "I would like to follow the orders of the two gentlemen."

The blood shadow old devil nodded: "That's it, the old man will go first."

After finishing speaking, he got up and left Tianshu Hall.

"No." Mr. Wu Yun confessed casually, and then told Fang Qiu to come with him.

The two came together between the inner city and the first outer city.

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

Many spiritual flowers and grasses, including Xuanyuan Fruit, are cultivated here on a large scale.

With the power of an invincible city, no matter how difficult it is to breed and grow, there will be no problems.

However, since there is someone who can help at the moment, Zhang Dongyun is naturally happy to be at leisure.

"Here is for you. In addition to cultivating flowers and plants, you are also responsible for guarding."

Mr. Wu Yun told Fangqiu: "Later, the old man will order someone else to replace you. After the handover, you can go to the Temple of Heaven's Punishment and report to Xue Ying."

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

Fang Qiu smiled: "It's easy to cultivate spirit flowers and grasses in normal times, and this time I brought a batch of seeds, which I want to dedicate to Chang'an."

He practiced the transformation of the black magic python, influenced by the demon blood, he really has this hobby, and his methods are clever.

"Very good." Mr. Wu Yun nodded and left.

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

The earthy smell and medicinal aroma are mixed together, which is his favorite taste.

He smiled, and then transformed into a thick black python.

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

While the black python was swimming, it quickly disappeared into the depths of the medicine field.

The scales around him opened and closed, and a faint black air radiated out.

However, the black python carefully controls its venom.

The black air condensed into a bunch in mid-air, not contaminating most of the spiritual flowers and herbs in the field, and only hovering around a limited number of medicinal materials.

Among them, the most precious Xuanyuan fruit tree in the current medicine field is included.

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

In particular, the Xuanyuan fruit on the branches of the fruit tree, which has not yet fully matured, gradually began to accelerate from green to mature.

Under the tree, the eyes of the black python showed human satisfaction and joy, and the snake's head nodded slightly, like a human nodding.

Zhang Dongyun in Daming Palace also nodded in satisfaction.

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

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

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

When Chang'an continues to expand and wants to deal with the Eastern Jin Dynasty, it might as well throw Fang Qiu to the Tianxian Temple to hang out with the blood shadow old devil.

In the Daming Palace, a certain city lord surnamed Zhang had already made clear arrangements for Fangqiu's future.

But soon, some not-so-pleasant news came.

"Your Majesty, someone discovered that there are Buddhist disciples in Hexi County who spread Buddhism and accept believers."

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

Zhang Dongyun was slightly surprised, but his face remained calm: "Bring that little monk named Huiming along."

"Yes, Your Majesty." The blood shadow old devil turned into a bloody light and flew out.

Inside the Daming Palace, Zhang Dongyun frowned slightly as he watched him leave.

Was it Huiming's classmates who came to look for him?

...

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

Confucian practitioners have a bright heart and a embroidered mouth.

Buddhist practitioners have tongues shining like lotus flowers.

Both of them have deep attainments, and both can make their words particularly persuasive, affect the spirit of ordinary people, and even produce a direct hypnotic effect.

A high-level Buddhist practitioner sits still and just preaches the scriptures, which may attract all kinds of creatures around him, including people, to become obsessed with Buddhism.

This time, the old monk was chanting scriptures at the entrance of the village, which also attracted the villagers to gather under the big tree.

However, what happened next was somewhat beyond his expectations.

A group of rural men and women did not gather here to listen to his lectures.

"Go! Go! Go! We only have Chang'an City Lord here, and we don't need any Buddha!"

"That's right! When our days were bad, we didn't see the Buddha to rescue us. Now that the days are good, are you a monk here to take advantage of it?"

"The one who rescued us from the sea of ​​suffering is the Lord Chang'an, not your Buddha!"

"Monk, get out, don't chant scriptures here, beware of the Lord Chang'an beating your Buddha!"

Everyone chattered into one voice, wanting to drive the old monk away.

The little monk at the side stared blankly at this scene.

This is a scene he has never seen before.

The old monk was also surprised.

However, he sat still and continued to chant sutras.

This time, everyone in front of them seemed to listen.

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

The young monk approached, and gently tugged at the sleeve of the old monk: "Master, why didn't he listen to your dharma before?"

The old monk stopped chanting, and there was doubt in his eyes.

Just now, it was he who used his own Buddhist cultivation to forcefully preach, almost empowering, to calm down a group of village men and women in front of him.

"It's not like someone's doing something to influence their thinking, but they really believe in the Chang'an City Lord."

The old monk frowned slightly with a pair of white eyebrows: "The Lord of Chang'an has some tricks."

The little monk blinked his eyes: "Is everyone in Chang'an City like this?"

"Go to other places and you will know." After the old monk said, he left the village with the young monk.

They changed several villages and found a small city.

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

Some people with a bad temper even threw stones at the monk.

The old monk can only let them listen quietly if he calms down their spirits.

"Either Zhou Wang lied, or he was also deceived."

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?" the little monk asked.

"Of course not."

The old monk said decisively: "So many people are indulging in suffering, how can we Buddhist disciples sit idly by?"

"People here don't feel pain, so why should a mage force others to be difficult." At this time, another voice came from afar.

A young monk appeared in town.