Text Chapter 1991: No Form

The other party's confession was so naked and unconcealed, and the confidence revealed in it seemed that she could not refuse it, which made Ying Yue very uncomfortable, feeling like a lamb to be slaughtered.

However, it also made Ying Yue believe and understand why the other party would look for her. It turned out that she was really useful to him.

Ying Yue bit her lip: "Now they are searching for you everywhere, and you can't protect yourself." The implication was that you can help me with anything.

The demon monk Nanbo turned around and paced, saying slowly: "If I can support a Xiahou Tuo, I can support a second Xiahou Tuo, as long as you are willing."

Can I become someone like Xiahou Tuo? Ying Yue's eyes flickered, and she was slightly moved. She had never thought that a woman like Xiahou Tuo could become a man like him, but thinking about his identity, it seemed a little convincing. The sword in her hand slowly dropped, but she still didn't give in. She struggled and said, "What if I don't agree?"

The demon monk Nanbo turned around and pointed at his chest, "If you don't agree, you will do it just like him."

Ying Yue quickly crossed the sword across her neck, "Let's see how you control the dead!"

The demon monk smiled and shook his head, "Death? It seems that you don't understand me yet. Forget it, I don't need to threaten you …Death would be the end of everything, but who will avenge your Ying family? I think that you, a daughter of the Ying family waiting to be married, can't possibly get the complete cultivation method of Ying Jiuguang. If you are willing to worship me as your master, I will teach you a magical skill, a cultivation method that is stronger than that of Qingzhu and Buddha. Do you want it? "

Ying Yue gritted her teeth and said nothing. It would be a lie to say that she was not tempted, but she had also heard some legends about this person. Cooperating with this person is tantamount to seeking the skin of a tiger. But then again, if she doesn't get help, she can't take revenge with her own ability, and she may not dare to show her face for the rest of her life.

"There are indeed some people in the Ying family who escaped the pursuit of the Heavenly Court. I may have some influence on them, but it is definitely not as big as the seniors imagine. I even suspect that my parents and the refugees of the Ying family have been killed by them. Even if I am willing to contact them, they may not listen to me. Otherwise, I would not stay here and dare not see anyone. "Ying Yue said this, which was tantamount to letting go, and the sword across her neck was slowly put down again.

The demon monk nodded and said, "Your family may indeed have been killed, otherwise I would not have found you, a girl from the Ying family, after searching everywhere."

Ying Yue said in grief and anger, "Since you know this, you should understand. They dared to kill my family, so how could they listen to me? How could I live with the enemy who killed my parents!"

The demon monk shook his head and sighed, "Silly girl, what can you do if you don't have the ability to take revenge? You might as well remember the hatred first, bury it for the time being, and pretend that you don't know. When you have the ability to take revenge, all the grievances will be resolved. Use them to strengthen yourself, and then kill the enemy with your own hands. Isn't it happy? There is no use in grieving. Besides, we don't know whether they killed your family. As long as you are willing to worship me as your master, I will help you find out what happened to your parents. I will find out who killed your parents, without missing a single one! Are you willing to live in hatred forever, or are you willing to take practical actions to avenge your hatred? I think this is not a difficult choice! "

Ying Yue lowered her head, then raised her head again and said: "If it weren't for Uncle Li taking care of me these years, I'm afraid I would have fallen into the hands of the Heavenly Court. Please let him go!"

The demon monk nodded: "His body is not suitable for me. I just borrowed it for a while. I promised you not to hurt him."

Ying Yue: "How do I know you won't break your promise?"

The demon monk squinted coldly and said: "Girl, a promise from this poor monk is much more valuable than this body!"

Ding! The sword fell to the ground, Ying Yue knelt on the ground, and shouted two words with difficulty, "Master!"

At this point, she had no choice. If there was a way, she would not have fallen to this point. The present seemed to be her only hope. The previous hard mouth was just hypocrisy.

The demon monk looked down at her, "I never make promises easily, and I always keep my word. Since you have become my disciple, I said that I would teach you a cultivation method that is stronger than that of the Green Lord and the Buddha Lord. I will keep my promise. The Buddha Lord practices the 'Wu Jian Da Fa', and the Green Lord practices the 'Qing Tian Huan Yu Gong'. I have been bored these years, so I spent some time to merge these two methods into one, named 'Wu Xiang'. Are you willing to accept it?"

Wu Xiang? Ying Yue was stunned for a moment, surprised and happy, not knowing whether it was true or false, not knowing whether it was really as powerful as the other party said. She put away the sword, kowtowed to the ground, and said with a trembling voice: "Disciple is willing to accept it!" I don't know whether he was afraid or happy.

The demon monk walked forward slowly, stood in front of her, and said calmly: "Raise your head!"

Ying Yue raised her body and looked at him, not knowing what he meant.

The evil monk said again: "Close your eyes and focus your mind!"

Ying Yue was puzzled and a little worried about being killed, but then she thought that it seemed unnecessary to go through so much trouble to kill her, so she closed her eyes and tried to keep her mind steady.

Seeing her eyeballs shaking under her eyelids, knowing that she was in a state of restlessness, the evil monk put his hands together and uttered a Sanskrit sound, "Mi Ma Mi Ma Hong!"

Ying Yue subconsciously wanted to open her eyes to see what he was doing, but she felt sleepy and her eyelids were too heavy to open. It seemed that a stormy sea suddenly appeared in her mind, and a huge wave hit her, seeming to instantly blow away all her distracting thoughts, and her mind was peaceful.

The evil monk closed his eyes, his lips moved quickly, as if he was muttering something secretly, and in coordination with the action, he slowly extended an index finger, and a little golden light appeared on the tip of his finger, hitting Ying Yue's eyebrows, and a little golden light penetrated from her spiritual platform.

Ying Yue saw a golden dragon flying out of her empty mind, soaring and dancing in the sky, and soon flew towards her, circling around her body quickly. Just when she was dizzy, she suddenly found that the golden dragon was composed of words, and the words that passed by were imprinted in her heart without missing a word.

After the golden dragon's words went through once, it started again from the beginning, over and over again, constantly circulating, and repeating over and over again.

Until it was deeply engraved in her mind, she felt that she could recite it by heart, and the golden dragon suddenly exploded and collapsed, turning into countless golden dust and drifting away.

This explosion made her body tremble, and she was shocked and sweated all over. She suddenly opened her eyes and finally woke up.

After a little review of the words in her mind, she found that the title was the word "no appearance", which seemed to be the so-called practice of the evil monk.

She hurriedly looked around the house, but found that the old fisherman was no longer in the house. The sky seemed to be approaching dusk. She counted the time with her fingers and found that she had been kneeling here for two hours without realizing it.

She quickly got up and looked around the house. She accidentally saw the figure of the old fisherman standing straight and silent in the bamboo forest through the window. Occasionally, there were scattered bamboo leaves floating in his figure.

Ying Yue hurried out and walked towards the old fisherman's back. Her eyes were complicated when she looked at his back.

She was shocked. She was shocked by the process of passing on the law just now. She had never heard of such a magical way of passing on the law. Today, she knew that this demon monk was extraordinary. The demon monk was obviously not at his peak, but he was still shocking when he made a move. It was imaginable how he was in the past. It can be said that he really saw the hope of revenge.

"Master!"

Walking behind the demon monk, Ying Yue called him respectfully.

"I haven't heard such a name for a long time." The demon monk Nanbo stretched out his hand and gently twisted a bamboo leaf that fell from his side. It was natural and soft, as if it just fell between his fingers. "I once accepted six disciples."

Six disciples? Ying Yue was stunned for a moment, "So I have six senior brothers."

The demon monk paused for a moment, then smiled faintly, "It seems that some people don't want to talk about my past. My six disciples were later called the Six Paths Saints by you!"

Ying Yue was stunned. The Six Paths Saints were actually the disciples of the demon monk Nanbo? She really had never heard of this before.

The demon monk Nanbo asked, "What have you heard about me? Tell me what you have heard about me. Tell the truth. I can't hide lies from you."

Ying Yue hesitated for a while, but finally bit the bullet and whispered, "Master, you regard yourself as a god, regard all living beings as ants, and kill innocent people indiscriminately..." She didn't dare to say more.

“Maybe!” Demon monk Nanbo sighed, his eyes far away, as if explaining to her: “My background is extremely rough, my father is a human cultivator, my mother is a demon cultivator, I have a good talent for cultivation since I was a child, and I practiced both human and demon cultivation techniques…My era was different from now. That era was the so-called era of opposition between good and evil, far beyond the so-called good and evil now. At that time, there was a comprehensive confrontation between good and evil, and all cultivators in the world were involved. There was constant killing, and it was either you die or he dies. However, that was an era when cultivation techniques flourished, and personal strength was more important, unlike now when people rely more on power. My father My marriage with my mother was not tolerated by the righteous and evil ways, and she died in the end. I was a tragedy as a survivor, but I was optimistic and cheerful by nature at that time. I did not give up on myself. I felt that being able to survive in troubled times was better than anything else. In order to survive and change my fate, I was willing to endure any hardship. I got a ghost cultivation technique, which could conceal my identity after cultivation. In the end, I practiced the ghost cultivation technique with my yang body, which was a life-saving opportunity. Later, I found that I was still not strong enough to protect myself, so I concealed my identity and went around to learn from masters. I practiced magic, and my master's school was destroyed by the righteous. Fortunately, I practiced I practiced the ghost cultivation technique that allowed me to change my identity in time, and luckily I escaped a disaster. When I practiced the immortal technique, my master's sect was wiped out by the evil sect, and I relied on the technique to escape a disaster. This happened repeatedly more than once or twice. When I practiced the righteous technique, I was persecuted by my fellow disciples because of my outstanding performance, and I almost lost my life. When I practiced the evil technique, I was also persecuted by my fellow disciples because of my outstanding talent. Maybe it has something to do with my parents and my background. I was in the righteous sect, but I was expelled from the sect because I didn't want to kill the evil sect. I was in the evil sect, but I was expelled from the sect because I didn't want to kill the righteous sect. Later, because of the reputation of Namo Sect, In addition, I thought that Buddhism was compassionate, so I tried my best to join the Nanwu Sect. I lived a peaceful life for a few years and wanted to live like this for the rest of my life. However, who would have thought that the Nanwu Sect was quite capable. During a test of all the disciples, my true identity was discovered and I was immediately regarded as an evil demon. Facing many masters of the Nanwu Sect, I could not escape. I could only kneel down and beg for mercy, swearing that I had no ill intentions and was willing to turn over a new leaf and worship Buddha. However, the Nanwu Sect did not let me go and used a poisonous hand to destroy the cultivation I had cultivated with great difficulty... In short, the righteous path would not tolerate me, and the evil path would not tolerate me either. I was desperate everywhere, living a miserable life and suffering humiliation! "(~^~)

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