Chapter 88: The Sweeping Monk

Zhou Yi has many old friends.

The most memorable ones are not Zhang Cheng or Yan Chixiao.

Zhang Cheng lives an enviable life, and he is a century-old guest of Chunfeng Tower.

Yan Chixiao occasionally sends news to Zhou Yi, saying that he is very happy to kill demons in Jinhua County.

The old friend that Zhou Yi really misses is the Lord of the Heart Demon!

The third-grade demon head listed in the Demon Atlas had been wandering in the northern border before, and suddenly appeared in Bodhi County.

The Atlas of the Lord of the Heart Demon is ranked on page 530 of the Demon Atlas, hundreds of pages ahead of the famous Black Evil Demon.

According to the sorting rules of the Demon Atlas, the strength of the Lord of the Heart Demon is already at the peak of the first grade.

"Lord of the Heart Demon, elder of the Demon Alliance, a first-grade cultivator is not a cabbage..."

Zhou Yi escaped from the well and found that the mansion was recruiting people, and young and strong people signed and sealed under the selection of the housekeeper.

One tael of silver a year.

The housekeeper didn't ask what they could do, but only looked at their body shape and flesh. Those who were too fat, too thin, or had a strong body odor were not accepted.

It was not like picking a farmhand, but more like picking an animal.

"Yuan Liang, Yuan Liang, how can I forgive you for this!"

A thunderbolt fell, splitting Yuan Liang and the housekeeper into ashes, and the people who were happily becoming servants of the master suddenly scattered like birds and beasts.

The demon illustrations showed memory fragments. Yuan Liang and the housekeeper were the leaders of mountain bandits, killing people and setting fires.

One day, they repented, gave away all the money they looted, and worshipped in Jinguang Temple, with the Buddhist name Yuan Liang.

In fact, the two were controlled by the Tianyao League and became spies of Bodhi County.

Among the many concepts of Buddhism, there is the idea of ​​putting down the butcher knife and becoming a Buddha on the spot.

The mountain bandits practiced Buddhism, which could wash away their resentment and anger and become righteous Buddhists.

The Buddha's idea might be good, admonishing bad people to become good, but it was not in line with the law, and people would take advantage of it.

Zhou Yi soared into the sky and flew southeast.

He used his full strength to perform the escape technique. It took only half a day to go back and forth to Bodhi County. He soon followed the induction to reach the destination.

Jinfo Mountain.

Also known as Jinguang Mountain.

The mountain is only a hundred feet high and is famous because of Jinguang Temple.

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

The rocks, trees, pavilions and towers, under the influence of Buddha's light, seem to be forged from red gold.

Zhou Yi fell from the clouds, and there was already a monk waiting at the foot of the mountain.

Jinguang Temple invites Buddhist monks from all over the world to celebrate Fahai's promotion to the first rank. Many great monks have already arrived.

The monk in charge of reception put his hands together and asked, "Are you Mr. Zhou from the Demon Slaying Division?"

Zhou Yi took out the invitation and the badge of the Demon Slaying Division: "Yes."

"The host has already instructed that you are the benefactor of Brother Fahai, and you must treat me well."

The monk in charge of reception said, "Please!"

"Please!"

As they walked up the mountain, there were pilgrims who climbed the mountain to worship Buddha. They were not surprised to see Zhou Yi flying down from the sky.

The Yunxiao Taoist Palace and Luofu Sword Palace are both as powerful as the Jinguang Temple, but in terms of their influence among the people, the two are not of the same level.

The Taoist mountain protection formation isolates the mundane world. Occasionally, immortals stray into it, and there are many stories about immortals.

The Buddhist sect opens its mountain gates and welcomes believers from all directions to worship Buddha on the mountain.

The believers are bustling on the stone steps of the mountain road, and everyone looks solemn. Every time they climb a step, they kowtow three times and bow once.

The Buddha's light slowly merges into the believers' bodies, cleansing their bodies, strengthening their bodies, and eliminating diseases.

Sincere faith is never a one-sided demand, only mutual benefit can last long.

There are also believers who are lazy and lazy, their expressions and movements are the same, but they cannot blend with the Buddha's light, and are even faintly rejected by the Buddha's light.

When the monks of Jinguang Temple encounter believers who are not sincere, they will not scold them, but will chant scriptures to guide them.

The monk who guides the way has a deep cultivation. His steps seem slow but actually fast, and he soon arrives in front of the temple gate.

Jinguang Temple is towering on the top of the mountain. The two gates are three or five feet high, and the believers coming in and out seem extremely small.

The red walls and green tiles, the glazed golden roof, the sunlight reflects the dazzling golden light, if you look from a distance, the top of the mountain seems to have become a bright light bulb.

Zhou Yi followed the monk to enter the temple, seemingly browsing the buildings in the temple casually, but actually sensing the exact location of the inner demon.

This demon has strange skills and magical powers. He can come to Jinguang Temple from the northern border in an instant, and hide his identity under the heavy Buddha's light.

After arranging the monks' quarters, the monk in charge of reception gave instructions about the forbidden areas of the temple and left.

Zhou Yi sat cross-legged and stepped on the chain of qi. A strand of hair fell and turned into the appearance of Yuan Liang.

"Yuan Liang" chanted the Buddha's name and staggered to the backyard, the hall called the Sutra Library.

"Meet Uncle Yuan Liang!"

The monk on duty at the Sutra Library bowed and saluted.

"Amitabha!"

Zhou Yi stepped into the Sutra Library, where rows of bookshelves were filled with Buddhist scriptures.

There was an old monk sweeping the floor slowly.

Zhou Yi waved his hand to close the door of the hall, smiled strangely, and looked at the old monk carefully.

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

Seeing Zhou Yi coming, he slowly raised his head, his movements were large, and he couldn't help coughing twice.

"Meet Uncle Yuanliang."

"Amitabha!"

Zhou Yi greeted him, "How many years have you been sweeping the floor here, nephew?"

"Ninety-seven years."

The old monk leaned on the broom, his body trembling.

Zhou Yi sighed, "It's been nearly a hundred years. Has Jinguang Temple done anything to let nephew down?"

For ordinary people, sixty is considered a long life, seventy is rare, and ninety is a centenarian. The old monk is over a hundred years old, and he has lived for three or four generations.

The old monk shook his head, "It's all thanks to the Buddha's blessing. I can't repay you by reciting scriptures day and night!"

"Why then..."

Zhou Yi pointed at the old monk, and dozens of five-element sword qi surrounded him from all directions.

"My nephew has a demon in his heart?"

Seeing that the sword qi was about to penetrate the old monk's eyebrows, his body turned into a wisp of green smoke and floated out.

"You are not Yuan Liang!"

"Want to leave, it's too late..."

Zhou Yi's thoughts moved, and layers of sword qi appeared in the Sutra Library, turning into a formation according to the number of Zhou Tian.

The old monk's escape method stagnated and he was fixed in the void.

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

Both of them were top masters in the world. They fought to the death, and they did not damage a single book or page in the Sutra Library.

"He ran away!"

Zhou Yi raised his eyebrows and disappeared.

The Demon Atlas opened the main page of the demon in the heart, and it became brighter, and the sense of its location became more obvious.

A message came into his mind. The old monk's Dharma name was Wu Zheng.

Ninety-seven years ago, he fled to Jinguang Temple. The abbot took pity on his miserable life and accepted him into the temple, arranging him as a monk who cleaned the Sutra Pavilion.

All monks in Jinguang Temple can practice the temple's skills, but unfortunately Wuzheng entered the temple at an old age and had poor roots. After decades of practice, he barely entered the ninth level.

The monks in the temple grew up from generation to generation. Many monks who entered the temple later have achieved Qi Refining or even Spirit Refining. Wuzheng practiced hard every day but made no progress.

Family hatred and bottlenecks in practice made Wuzheng give birth to a demon in his heart.

The Lord of the Demon in his heart took this opportunity to refine him into an avatar, and he has been lurking in the temple for decades.

Until not long ago, the demon in his heart took over his body and completely devoured Wuzheng's will.

"No wonder he can come here from the northern border in an instant. With the help of the demon in his heart, he can take over any body at will!"

Zhou Yi sorted out the previous and subsequent threads. He thought he had lost the opportunity to kill the demon in his heart, but then he felt something in his heart.

The demon in his heart came to Jinguang Temple again!

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