After Lu Mingyue came in, she wanted to speak, but she stopped seeing this.

The golden light was like flowing water, pouring down from the top door of the human body on the stone platform, overflowing the epidermis texture and the bones and tendons. From the position of Lu Mingyue, we can see that the bones exposed by the cracked wound in the human body were also dyed golden.

The color is indeed dyed, not the illusion reflected by the light.

Then, the hundreds of wounds on the human body on the stone platform were closed and healed at a visual speed. During this process, the human body sweated like slurry, and the muscles in the body were twitching. They were obviously in a coma, but they seemed to be awakened by huge pain.

However, he did not wake up in the end.

The golden light dissipated on the stone platform. The monk in front of the platform was still staring at the human body. He looked at it from head to toe many times, as if he didn't know that there were more people in the room. Seeing his appearance, Lu Mingyue didn't dare to disturb him. After a while, the monk vented his breath and looked up and spoke:

"Why do you think of coming here?"

The monk had blood stains on his hands, which were very dazzling. But when he raised his head, he had a straight nose and square mouth, with a grey look on his lips. Like his eyebrows, he was covered in black and white gray. He was combed very well if he didn't count the blood spots above.

In comparison, although Lu Mingyue was not too ugly, her face was pale and had abnormal blue, her beard was sparse and yellow, like a drunkard. Moreover, his face was even more ugly at this time. He put down his nose-covering hand and spat:

"This cliff city can't stay there!"

"Because of Xie Yan's sword?" the monk responded lightly, and most of his attention was still on the stage.

Lu Mingyue was not surprised by the news that the monk was well-versed. Even though this guy had not stepped out of the underground secret room for half a month, he said hatefully: "Xie Yan Xiaoer, if I had killed him with one finger back then, why would I be humiliated today!"

The monk glanced at him and shook his head: "It was back then. When he met him decades ago, he could win all his victory, but his cultivation has improved rapidly over the past few decades. Even if he puts you in his prime, he will be at most a tragic victory against him, not to mention his current appearance... What is the pointless thing to say!"

After saying that, he lowered his head and worked on the human body of the platform, but suddenly remembered something and glanced up again: "What's going on? You have lost a lot of face to these people. I endured them at that time, why can't I stand it now..."

Perhaps because of the smooth work at hand, he rarely joked: "I heard that you had tossed two red aunts in the tram at night, and you were so happy."

Lu Mingyue sneered and smiled, and the blue-white face rose a layer of purple. He gritted his teeth and said, "If you don't vent your anger on a woman, can I go to Xie Yan to fight desperately? Monk, you have seen it too. If you continue like this, I'll be done, it's over!"

There was no sign of losing control of emotions. He didn't know why the anger in his heart swelled so much. He roared loudly, and the sound waves buzzed the sealed stone chamber. In the roar, he waved his hands and his face was twisted:

"What kind of cultivation did I have before? The True Person of Changsheng! Have you seen the True Person of Changsheng who was beaten to the ground by junior Bu Xu? Have you seen the True Person of Changsheng who relies entirely on women to find balance? Have you seen the True Person of Changsheng who can only hide in this ghost shell?"

He hit his chest and head, and was extremely unrestrained, and then he punched hard on the stone platform. The stone platform cracked and cracked directly, almost causing the human body to rise up. The monk smiled, frowned, and reached out to support his work without saying a word.

"I am obviously a yang god, and I am a person who has always been looking at it forever, but now I am like this. I pretend to be crazy and stupid all day long and rubbish my worries. If this continues, I will be no different from those worms. How many years will I have to live like this? Ten years? Five years? Or will I be finished tomorrow?"

Lu Mingyue's eyes were red and she stared at the monk, as if she blamed her bad emotions on her partner. She would pounce on her at any time and bite her together.

At this point, the monk was still calm.

In this atmosphere, no response was comparable to this usual calm attitude. Lu Mingyue glared at him for a while, and suddenly shed her anger. She supported the cracked stone platform with both hands, lowered her head, and did not say anything else.

At this time, the monk spoke: "Before you come, there is a decree in the church. You will leave the Cliff City within a month, first report on your duties in Islam, and then make arrangements."

Lu Mingyue was stunned.

The monk's tone was lightly stated: "It was really bad to do this, so that the matter of Tianli Valley was postponed indefinitely, so it was normal to be scolded by the church. However, you have been in the Cliff City for decades, and you have worked hard without any contribution. You have been working hard again in the past, and you have been decisive, so that the true form of immortal body was destroyed. The Bodhisattva will not forget this. May I am a sanctum, which will prolong your life and give you another chance to make achievements."

After saying that, the monk stared at him with sharp eyes:

"With the infinite supernatural powers of the Bodhisattva, women cannot destroy you. The resentment and disrespectful heart are enough to make you die of disaster. Since you believe in the Bodhisattva, you must remember this!"

Lu Mingyue's emotions had long been grasped by the monk. At this time, she was surprised and happy, and could not speak at all, so she could only nod.

Seeing his appearance, the monk stopped talking and changed the topic: "The moon demon puppet was destroyed by Liu Guan, and it is difficult for me to repair it. This time you go back and take it with you. The teaching has its own arrangements. Well, I tried to repair it a little. You can try it first, and see if there is any problem with control."

"well!"

Lu Mingyue finally confirmed that the monk was not joking with him. After the change of anger and joy, his emotions were even more difficult to control. For him, what the monk said at this moment was. He turned his head and looked at the gray-white puppet sitting cross-legged in the corner of the stone chamber. Without saying a word, he also sat cross-legged and pinched a seal. A light of spirit broke through the top door and threw it towards the puppet.

Soon the Moon Demon puppet began to move. For the body of the puppet which was about meter tall, the stone chamber still seemed a little shorter, so it did not get up and only moved its hands and feet in place.

But soon, the puppet's movements froze.

The monk was a little surprised: "Why, what's the problem?"

Lu Mingyue did not respond immediately. After a while, a dull voice came out through the puppet's throat, "I remember one thing."

"Um?"

"I think about it, what is it... powder, sword energy, wind direction, wind direction... By the way, it's the smell. In the Tianyi Tower, there is the smell that the puppet remembers!"

The intermittent and endless words were also fortunate and unfinished. The monk could understand them.

He put down the work in his hand and his cold eyes lit up.

In the eyes of prepared people, the rhythm of time passing is also orderly.

Yu Ci was like this. He used the spirit control method to raise fish and dragons every day, sacrificed and refined two magical instruments, namely the Divine Copper Mirror and the Taoist Sutra Master’s Treasure Seal. Occasionally, some matters in the city were mostly related to the Yibao Banquet, and time clearly flowed through his eyes, and on the day the Yibao Banquet was held.

It was afternoon, and the Tianyi Tower was already crowded with people coming and going, and the crowd was mostly concentrated on the sealed bridges on both sides. This is where the slightly handsome figures in the city stayed, and they were just watching the fun. As for the main building of Tianyi Tower, it belongs entirely to the group of monks from all sides.

Because he was robbed on the road, the caravan in Suixin Pavilion came late. He didn't arrive at Cliff City until this morning, and then began to prepare for the intense work.

According to their habits, the Yibao Banquet is actually held in two places. One is the first, second and third floors of the main building. It mainly displays some more common magic weapons and exchanges with monks from all sides. It is a popular trade fair. However, occasionally some rare fine products appear, which are worth chasing.

As for the top level, of course, it is a place to display those high-level magic weapons. Cultivators with certain identities and certain wealth can participate. There is also an unwritten rule that only cultivators with a higher level of return to the alchemy cultivation can be qualified to enter it.

Of course, this rule has no binding force on Yu Ci, and no one dares to block him downstairs in Cliff City now.

On that day, Xie Yantian's sword revealed his attitude, and Yu Ci's position as the spokesperson of Lichen Sect is unbreakable. Moreover, compared to Xie Yan, who has been missing for nine days in ten days, in the eyes of all forces in the Cliff City, Yu Ci is obviously more realistic. At this point, he has successfully made an impression on others and is turning the impression into reality:

The will of Lichen Sect is conveyed through this young man.

Now, people understand who the real person in charge of Cliff City is. The behavioral attitudes of some related people have also changed. Some of these changes are more reserved and slow, while others are much more refreshing.

The one in front of him obviously belongs to the latter.

"We brothers came to the country for the first time, but did not understand the rules and acted absurdly. Thanks to the large number of fellow Taoist Yu, I don't care about us. I am really grateful. I just don't respect you, so I hope you can accept it with a smile."

The mountain wind blew, and the fat lion cat was dozing in the sun, while its owner was showing a sincere smile on his face, sending a flat jade box with both hands.

"This is my famous spiritual medicine 'Black Tide Blood Ointment' in Northern Wilderness. It is a natural sachet for the psychic beasts in the Black Tide. It is made of other medicinal materials. It is often smelled in front of the nose, which can clear the mind and calm the mind, which is of great benefit to practice..."

The person who spoke was Zhao Ziyue. At this time, he could not tell that he was a master of the middle level of the Chinese Organism. Facing Yu Ci, who was a completely different level from him, this "guest" from the Northern Wilderness was sincerely apologizing for the conflict eight days ago, with a comprehensive courtesy.

Yu Ci was not pretentious, and did not refuse. She bowed slightly with a smile, took the jade box, and did not check it, and put it aside.

Although Zhao Ziyue had not met him for eight days, he revealed his apology through different channels. It was not until the time was ripe that he came to him. This was not true.

Because wind is coming from all directions at this time, there is no portal, Yu Ci is on the top of the cliff above Tianyi Tower...

There are three hours left before the Yibao Banquet officially begins.
Chapter completed!