Chapter 429: Opening the Forum and Preaching

Fortunately, although Xiao Mian has been practicing Taoism for a short time, he has accumulated a lot of miscellaneous things. Although most of them are not worth many spiritual stones, some of them are indeed priceless. After selling them for a few days, Xiao Mian's wealth has increased a lot.

Xiao Mian did not want to accumulate too many spiritual stones in Liuyun City. After all, it would be too conspicuous and unnecessary. Liuyun City is just the first big city he has set foot in when he set foot in Xishuzhou. In the future, he will follow the little monk back to the east and there will definitely be other cities to stop along the way.

Therefore, Xiao Mian's selling action was just enough.

On this day, the five people who visited all corners of Liuyun City were quite bored.

At this time, Tuoba Ling thought of the little monk who went to Wanning Temple to give a lecture. At that moment, everyone decided to go to Wanning Temple to see how the little monk gave a lecture. In Xiao Mian's words, they wanted to see if the little bald donkey was dead...

As the largest force in Liuyun City and even the entire Liuyun Desert, Wanning Temple was not built in Liuyun City, but on Qianjing Mountain near Liuyun City.

Looking north from the north gate of Liuyun City, you can see a not very high mountain standing not far away. That is Qianjing Mountain, the first mountain in Liuyun Desert.

Seeing the mountain and running to the dead horse, even though the five people are all cultivators, it took half a day to rush from Liuyun City to Qianjing Mountain. This is still seeing that Tuoba Ling's flying speed is too slow, Zhu Yanji, who looks impatient, took out the soft jade incense tent and carried everyone to fly away.

The soft jade incense tent is actually an artifact that can carry people to fly away. Of course, this is just its additional function, and the speed is naturally slightly slower than Xiao Mian's Qingmu Flying Boat. But even so, it is much faster than Tuoba Ling, a cultivator in the foundation building period.

Perhaps it was because the little holy monk was giving a lecture in Wanning Temple, so the Wanning Temple, which usually had its gates closed and ordinary monks could not enter without permission, opened its gates to welcome guests.

At noon, a group of five people finally climbed up Qianjing Mountain and entered Wanning Temple.

Although it was noon, the little monk's lecture did not stop.

Xiao Mian and others did not want to interrupt the little monk's lecture, so they found an empty seat outside and sat down. Unexpectedly, the little monk's spiritual perception was extremely sharp. As soon as Xiao Mian and others sat down, he glanced at them as if he had something in mind, and nodded slightly.

After that, abruptly, the little monk began to talk about the way of practicing Buddhism for aliens.

The so-called aliens are all non-human beings.

For example, demons, ghosts, and monsters. In the little monk's lecture, all intelligent life forms can practice Buddhism. As long as they are devoted to Buddhism, they can escape from the sea of ​​suffering.

Xiao Mian, Tuoba Ling and Tuoba Lan were all human cultivators, and they were bored. Zhu Yanji, as a ghost cultivator, naturally listened with great interest. Gui Hai, who was privately defined as a big fool by Xiao Mian and others, also listened attentively.

Originally, everything was peaceful, but something strange happened.

Zhu Yanji listened attentively, and unconsciously followed the little monk's teachings to start practicing her own corpse beauty skills, and integrated her own experience into the new practice.

In this way, Zhu Yanji inevitably began to exude the breath of ghosts.

The monks of Wanning Temple soon discovered Zhu Yanji's abnormality. Because of Zhu Yanji's identity as a quasi-Nascent Soul cultivator, this matter even alarmed the head of the Wanning Temple Discipline Institute!

Mieyuan was the head of the Wanning Temple Discipline Institute, and he was also a quasi-Nascent Soul cultivator.

When Mieyuan saw Zhu Yanji and the thick corpse gas lingering around Zhu Yanji, he did not come out to criticize immediately, but looked thoughtfully at the little monk who was preaching with his eyes closed - he did not believe: the little holy monk would not be able to find the corpse gas!

Since the little holy monk found the corpse gas but did not stop it, why should he, Mieyuan, step out?

With this mentality, Mieyuan stood under the eaves of the temple and watched the changes.

As time passed, more and more people found the corpse gas on Zhu Yanji, and even Xiao Mian and others around Zhu Yanji noticed something strange. However, seeing that Zhu Yanji was clearly at a critical moment of practicing at this time, Xiao Mian and others naturally did not want to disturb her.

They did not want to disturb Zhu Yanji's rare state of mind, but there was no shortage of bamboo shoots in the cracks of the stone at the scene - forcing himself to step out!

A Jindan cultivator sitting in front of Xiao Mian and others suddenly turned around and glanced at Zhu Yanji with a solemn expression. After realizing that Zhu Yanji's true energy fluctuations were stronger than his, he didn't want to cause trouble, but when he glanced around and saw the monk Mieyuan looking at Zhu Yanji thoughtfully, the man got excited and stood up suddenly.

This man's name is Du Jiu, and he is a well-known bully in Liuyun City.

"Wanning Temple is a quiet place for Buddhism, where do the evil spirits come from?"

"Wanning Temple is a quiet place for Buddhism, where do the headless flies come from?"

Xiao Mian almost sent Du Jiu's words back.

Du Jiu is also a high-level Jindan cultivator after all. Seeing that Xiao Mian, a Jindan beginner cultivator, dared to contradict him, he felt a little embarrassed.

Looking at Xiao Mian's side again, Zhu Yanji is indeed a quasi-Yuanying cultivator, but now he is enlightened, so he can be ignored. Besides, with the monk Mieyuan present, what can Zhu Yanji do even if she wakes up?

The highest level of cultivation among the others was only Gui Hai, a mid-level Jindan cultivator, which made Du Jiu feel relieved and sneered with disdain.

"Boy! This is Wanning Temple! Don't think you can do whatever you want just because you are with a ghost quasi-Yuanying cultivator. This is Liuyun Desert, the world of the righteous!"

"The right way? What is the right way?" Xiao Mian stood up slowly, facing the high-level Jindan monk, and asked: "The little holy monk who is giving a lecture, is he the right way?"

"That's natural!"

"Then why, on the way back east, did the young holy monk encounter ambushes and assassinations by people with ulterior motives several times? Where is your so-called right path? Where are you?"

"This..., I didn't know about the ambush of the young holy monk at that time..."

"Didn't you know then? Okay! You should know it now, right?" Under Xiao Mian's repeated questioning, Du Jiu nodded unconsciously. The next moment, Xiao Mian continued to ask: "It is said that the little holy monk taught the Dharma for ten days We are about to leave Liuyun City and continue our journey eastward. Our brothers have decided to accompany the little saint monk back eastward and protect his safety all the way to Shichahai. Now that this fellow Taoist knows about this, what is his plan? "

"This..." After being speechless, Du Jiu became angry and pointed at Xiao Mian's nose and yelled: "I am a high-level Jindan monk, and you, a junior Jindan monk, do not respect me as a senior, but call me a Taoist friend. Isn’t that too disrespectful to your seniors?”

"Seniors are naturally worthy of respect, but if it is a stone in a pit, even if it has been there for thousands of years and is still stubborn, would you call it senior?"

"You! Zhuzi! Looking for death!"

Xiao Mian jokingly called him "the stone in the pit". Du Jiu, who was already furious, became even more furious. He stretched out a big hand and grabbed Xiao Mian.

That big hand was an illusion of true energy, not an entity. It grew bigger and bigger in the air. When it rushed in front of Xiao Mian, it was already as heavy as a mountain and shaped like a square seal. Not only did it cover Xiao Mian within the attack range, it actually Neither Tuobaling nor Tuobalan let go.

When Xiao Mian saw this, he was furious, disagreed, and fought. It was not uncommon in the world of spiritual practice. But even if Xiao Mian offended the other party with his words, it was only Xiao Mian's fault. However, the other party killed innocent people without any hesitation. When they were involved, it was clear that they wanted to catch Xiao Mian and others in one fell swoop and avoid future troubles forever.

Since Xiao Mian dared to contradict the other party, he was naturally not defenseless. At the worst, there was still the little monk, the big Buddha.

Since the young monk didn't mean to stop him, he probably didn't mind interrupting his grand opening ceremony, right?

Thinking this, Xiao Mian punched the big hand hard.

At the same time, Tuoba Lan protected Tuoba Ling behind him. The originally gentle and jade-like gentleman became heroic in an instant. A green stream of light flew out, but it was Tuoba Lan's portable sword - Chu A flying sword of the highest magic weapon level - Wings of Wind!

Wings of Wind was extremely fast and hit the opponent's big handprint before Xiao Mian's fist. In the fierce and harsh cutting sound, a hole was opened by the wind wings in his thick big hand. At the same time, Xiao Mian's heavy fist hit the hole without any space.

During the silent shattering, the big handprint issued by the other party quietly collapsed.

Xiao Mian's heavy punch did not stop. After passing through the hole, the golden fist turned into a huge golden fist and hit Du Jiu.

Although Du Jiu was a high-level Jindan cultivator, he was not a body refiner. He was punched in the face by Xiao Mian at such a close range. Although his life was not in danger, he took three steps back in one breath, and his face turned red and white. He had obviously suffered serious internal injuries.

As a result, the local conflict that not many people paid attention to became the focus of everyone's attention. Even the young monk suddenly stopped teaching.

Taking a deep breath and suppressing the mouthful of blood that surged into his throat, Du Jiu's face was as gloomy as iron, and he stared at Xiao Mian and Tuoba Lan with eager eyes. Unexpectedly, just when he was about to severely injure the two of them regardless of his appearance, a burly figure appeared in front of him. The powerful high-level golden elixir aura was calm and intimidating, so that he did not dare to act rashly.