: Brief Concept

As the abbot, the place where Monk Ishin lives is very strange. He does not live in the exquisite courtyards in the temple, but in a top stone house under the Baoyan Pagoda, the tallest building in the temple. It is located in the backyard and is almost the most remote place in the temple. Whenever night, the sound of wind chimes on the tower is quite quiet.

In this corner, before the despair of the temple was conveyed, the monk didn't care. He just sat on the cloud bed and muttered to the scriptures until the wind outside the house had an expected change.

The chanting of the scriptures slowly stopped, and the monk's eyes remained in the shadow behind the door. I don't know how long it took, but he whispered: "Master Zhili is too eager to come."

In the shadow, a soft thing seemed to be stretching and changing, but it did not stick out of the shadow. However, this thing was able to speak, with a muddy voice, and a giggle, like the sound of stones constantly colliding:

"I'm still in a hurry when I'm still in this way. If it's a little late, will you be willing to sell us all?"

"Mr. Zhili is so serious. It's only when the day comes, and at night, the master comes over, which is quite unfavorable for me to conceal my identity." Monk Yixin answered slowly, as if he was complaining, but there was no fluctuation in his tone.

The "Master Zhili" sneered: "What is the benefit of concealing your identity? No, you should say this: What is the use of your being, to me and the king?"

After a moment of pause, Zhili's voice was a little deeper: "You are the most unreliable. When you met the king with the guy wearing a layer of moon demon's fake skin, you used many sweet words to deceive the king into trusting him, saying that you would open up a corridor of the two realms, change the environment of the Tianli Valley, and become a place suitable for our clan's survival. But what was the result?

"The 30,000 demon troops that the tribe gave you were broken in the Tianli Valley in just a few days. Even Lord Diluo died, and even the black magic altar opened by the king was injured. If you don't have to repair it for a hundred and eighty years, you won't be able to repair it! At this time, what are the benefits you promised?"

The monk still had no expression on his square face, and he said lightly: "Mr. Zhili was a misunderstanding. To be honest, I met His Majesty the Great Brahmaster and made this plan in exchange for his own elders. But now the plan has failed and the strategy of immortality is still in the hands of the king. It is a long way to achieve it. What is the benefit of this for me?

"And I have some things to be unclear. Before Lord Diluo broke through the world, he once said that the ghost beast was just a good deal, so why did he die tragically under his hands? The 30,000 demon army, the king was the elite, but why did I open the corridor here, and the races and disciplines came out? Remember that the king gave this matter to Lord Diluo and Lord Zhili, you are responsible. As a result, I want to ask clearly!"

After a long time of silence in the shadow, his tone was eased: "The situation is urgent, and the world is still fighting, so the dispatch is in a hurry. As for Lord Di Luo, who would have thought that the ghost beast could still attract Rakshasa at the end of his strength... Cough, that one of them was defeated, and he lost all his mistakes. It was really annoying!"

Zhili gave in first, and the monk was no longer aggressive, only saying: "It is really annoying to plan for the time being. However, for tens of millions of years, the top kings of the Ghost Mansion of the High Blood Prison, are among the top kings in the sky and the ground, and there are very few people in the old man. He has a far-reaching vision and has made decisions on everything. Lord Zhili should not be too anxious... Today, the adults took risks and were besieged. Fortunately, they were able to escape. Now that they have damaged their vitality, they still need to take care of themselves."

"Hey, although I am not used to this world environment and my cultivation has been greatly damaged, the woman's cultivation and magic weapons are unique. If she fails, she will lose. You don't have to excuse me."

The monk smiled slightly and said, "There will be a major change in the temple tomorrow. I cannot protect myself and may not be able to protect the adults. Now I can only prepare in advance - the Baoyan Pagoda next to me, I have arranged it in it. How about you and I go together?"

Zhili said hell, as if he agreed.

At that moment, Monk Yixin stood up and pushed the door out. The demon in the shadow did not need to worry about him, and he changed his position early without any sound. At this time, to outsiders, it was just that after the monk sat for a long time, he climbed the tower to relax and could not think of going elsewhere.

After entering the pagoda, there is an eternal lamp inside, which reflects the Buddha statue inside, which is very luxurious and solemn. The monk slowly climbed up the steps and climbed up the two floors, and suddenly said, "Do you know who is taking action today?"

"That woman?"

In the shadow, the demon talk was full of coldness: "Who is she?"

"This woman's name is He Qing. She is a talented person in Lichen Sect who has only been leaping out in the past few decades. She is not very high-profile. She should have never heard of her. However, her Taoist couple may be familiar with her. Decades ago, the two realms of Tianli Valley fought, and with the cultivation of Huandan, she used her slashing sword to kill Hengshan, which was once as famous as Lord Diluo..."

"Oh? This is a bit of an impression. It was from then on that time that Diluo fled to the Ghost Mansion of the Blood Prison to surrender to the king. What was that man's name? Yu... Yu Zhou?"

Zhili was a middle class with a status under the throne of the Great Brahma Demon hundreds of years ago. It is rare to remember the name of a relatively ordinary human monk. What he paid more attention to was the woman who almost died: "He Qing, He Qing..."

After reading it back and forth dozens of times, he confirmed that he would write down this name that was very difficult to describe for him. The resentment in his heart was like a boiling oil, which was difficult to calm down for a while.

At this time, Monk Yixin had already reached the fourth floor and stopped. He pointed to the floor in front of the Buddhist altar on this floor and said, "There is a dark grid here, and the entrance is here. After entering, it is moved to the tower wall to seal it. There is a magic weapon in the original position, which confuses people's eyes and ears. As long as it is hidden in it and hides it from others' eyes and ears, it is not very difficult."

I have to say that the monk's preparation is very impressive. This mechanism is designed very effectively. Kejili ignored this and said coldly: "Who is there upstairs?"

Monk Yixin looked up and shook his head and said, "It's my unhappy disciple."

"He knows about you?"

"I know a little...but don't worry, it will be fine if tonight passes."

The monk explained to Zhili: "This person is still my eldest disciple. He is just a cunning person and is unruly. He is not the same as me. I was able to control him a few years ago, but recently, he has been very close to Yu Ci's child from Lichen Sect and is unstable. When the temple is robbed, he thinks of clinging to the new branch and is captured by me. Now he is locked on the fifth floor. He always has to think of a way to eliminate his appearance."

"so……"

Zhili thought about it for a while in the shadows and suddenly laughed: "You said he is close to the monks of Lichen Sect? I have a way here, which can help you get out once and for all, so I don't know if you are willing to give up.

"Oh, sir, please speak."

Zhili smiled, "No, no hurry, let's go up to the fifth floor."

As he said that, he was silent. Monk Yixin's brows moved and went up the next level without any haste. After climbing the last stairs, he saw a monk in the gray robe, sitting cross-legged on the ground, silently looking closely, it turned out that he was restrained and fell into a coma.

"Is this your disciple?"

"It's the bad disciples who have a strict certification."

"No wonder a disobedient junior. You still allow him to stay until now. Tsk, he has a good bone. His cultivation is just a layer of paper from the level of restoration of your cultivator's level!"

Zhili was amazed: "It's a pity that this apprentice killed. Why not give it to me?"

"oh?"

"It is rare to see a fetus with such qualifications. Today I was severely injured by He Qing, leaving only half of my body here. The power of self-protection is almost gone, and it is also a long way to recover by yourself. If you are willing to give up, give me your apprentice's body, wait for my clone to attach it to it, and I will be able to take over the body. In the future, as your apprentice, walk on the earth, and even the limitations of the heaven and earth energy in this world can be reduced by half. Wouldn't that be wonderful!"

Monk Yixin frowned slightly: "If this is the case, it is necessary to deal with Lichen Sect, which is a risk..."

Zhili felt that this matter was feasible: "The clone's breath is weak, and after taking over the body, it is even more covered by the flesh-fetal energy. How can you find out? You are not going to be accustomed to the future? If your disciple really has something to do with Li Chen Sect, I can always help you in the dark with his identity!"

As he said that, something had already poked out a corner in the shadow of the edge and went to the unconscious monk Zhengyan.

Zhili looked down on Monk Isin. After saying so much, it was an exception. How could he really care about Isin’s thoughts? As he said that, he was about to start, and Monk Isin remained silent, as if he had made a promise.

Just like this... Zhili sneered and poked his body out more. He originally belonged to the "Latto" clan, but in the demonic words, it means "change". In the Blood Prison Ghost Palace, his clan is also very special. Although his body is complete, it can be softened like mud when necessary and become almost all the desired shapes. During battle, unless the soul suffers devastating damage, or is crushed and ashes, a glimmer of life can be retained. He relies on this talent to escape from the Fatianjue Prison.

Now, he wants to transport his transformation to the extreme and penetrate into the body of the tall and thin monk in front of him.

Seeing that the front had already contacted him, Zhilihu felt that it was inappropriate and was about to adjust, but behind him, Monk Yixin had already yelled the Buddha's name: "Thank you, Lord Zhili!"

After the words came to an end, the golden light shone on Zhili, who had completely revealed his body. When he brushed in the air, Zhili didn't even snorted, and there was no trace of it.
Chapter completed!