The Buddhist scriptures suppress the evil ways of the evil demons very much, and the evil cultivators and demon cultivators with normal brains are unwilling to go to the realm of Buddhist cultivation to be presumptuous.

The evil aura that Fu Yi felt was definitely not the breath left over by the evil cultivators, it was somewhat similar to the bloody aura after the slaughter, and she cautiously turned into dust and disappeared into the air, slowly drifting towards the sheep village in front of her.

The evil spirit comes from the destination she is going to, there is no way to avoid it, when she came to Yangzhuang, Rao was mentally prepared to wash her clothes or was shocked by the tragic situation here.

The whole mountain village exuded a strong air of death, and countless corpses were lying on the ground, including mortals and livestock, and the red blood stained the grass and blades on the ground black, and the air was filled with an uncomfortable fishy smell.

Fu Yi keenly sensed that there were aura fluctuations in a wooden house in the depths of the mountain villa, and observed in mid-air for a while, making sure that the weak formation shrouded outside the house was only the second order, and she used the wind to float inside again.

Approaching, her consciousness easily pierced through the barrier, and the sound of a baby crying could be heard inside, as well as an impatient young male voice.

"I know crying and crying all day long, doesn't it mean that I was born with a vision, and I don't think it's any different from ordinary people. He rummaged through the room as he complained, and the baby waved his hands on the ground, the black and white swaddling clothes dirty and torn, and the foul smell coming from his body, which should have been too late to clean up.

The young cultivator in the early stage of foundation building was a little fat, white and tender, with inch-long black hair, and a pair of round eyes flashing with yin owl essence. He was wearing a wide yellow robe that didn't fit well, and he didn't care about tidying up most of his chest.

"Damn, didn't you say that the medicinal herbs are all in this broken house? What's the use of just a few ginseng whiskers?" The white fat evil cultivator scolded and turned his head, and yelled at the baby on the ground who couldn't understand the words at all, "Cry a fart, wait for Lao Tzu to pull out his soul, and if he doesn't poison you dumb, he won't call you grandpa!"

The children on the ground were indeed frail, crying with bruised faces and thin bodies, as if they might die at any moment. The man thought that he had obtained the son of a true vision, and wanted to cure the disease and cultivate it to extract his soul and refine evil things.

She put away the dust dissolving technique and hid on the roof, blinking, and had an idea in her heart. Dantian Pisces sensed the master's intentions, and exuded a mysterious and distant aura outward, pounced on the white fat evil cultivator inside the formation like coercion, and scared him to sit on the ground.

"Former ...... Seniors spare their lives!" He kept his mind tight, frightened by this strange aura, and he just thought he had met Yuanying Zhenren. The pressure around him was terrifying, making him feel a panic that his blood was about to flow backwards and his spiritual power would stop flowing.

Fuyi took advantage of the maneuver to move his consciousness to drag the child out of the formation, put it in the storage ring and put it together with Yi Zheng and Yi Evil, and did not forget to ask in a rough voice: "How is the child of vision in your hands?"

Originally, this child was in the hands of a real person, he fought with others, and both sides died, and the younger generation happened to hide in the ground to take refuge, and afterwards, he took the doll away. ”

"You're going to refine his soul into an artifact?"

"Yes......"

Fu Yi frowned, and with a movement of his mind, he pulled out the deep mist and slammed it into the heart of the evil cultivator's eyebrows, this person was already scared and softened, and he didn't expect that the "senior" would use a sword to kill him, but before he had time to dodge, Zhihai was scattered by the sword qi.

Fu Yi walked through the formation to the house, pulled the storage bag around his waist back into his hand and explored, except for ten high-grade spirit stones and five hundred medium-grade spirit stones, the rest were all used by evil cultivators. Among them, there was a soul banner with an extremely strong evil aura, and as soon as the divine consciousness approached, a scream that shook the sea of consciousness could be heard.

"How many souls is this restrained...... "Fu Yi hurriedly withdrew his divine sense, put the spirit stone and soul flag back into his storage ring, and sacrificed a wisp of fire to burn the body and storage bag of the evil cultivator.

This soul banner is a second-order superproduct, and the soul inside is not a complete dead thing, with her strength, she can only destroy the soul banner itself, and once destroyed, all the yin souls inside will run out and fight back frantically.

Fu Yi didn't want to use her fortune for such a small trouble, so she decided to send the soul banner to a nearby Buddhist temple and hand it over to the Buddha to deal with along with the son of the false vision in the storage ring.

"Saving a life is better than building a seventh-level floating slaughter, I didn't expect to come out to find some goat's milk to create some blessings, this is really walking on the road of righteous monks and never returning." He walked out of the door, stuffed all the goat's milk left in the villa into the storage ring, and flew away towards the nearest Buddhist temple with a sacrifice of deep mist.

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The sound of Buddha in the Golden Pavilion Temple is around, the fragrance of low-level spirit sandalwood can be smelled across half the mountain, and the clothes sit in the guest courtyard and look at a chirping bird on the tree, and the hands are tangled around and around, and it is not easy to resist the heart of rushing up to pluck the feathers.

"Fellow Daoist, the spirit flag has been sent to the host, and there are a total of ninety-nine monk souls in it, and more than one hundred mortal souls. A young novice at the beginning of his meditation career stepped forward quickly, put one hand on his chest and bowed to his clothes, his expression compassionate and his tone was deep. "If it weren't for the timely discovery of the Daoist friends, I don't know how long this evil cultivator would have done evil. ”

"Little Master, that kid ......" Fu Yi is not worried about those unjust souls, after the excesses of the Buddhist scriptures, the resentment in the yin soul will dissipate, and finally turn into an ordinary soul with no ability to attack and dissipate into the world.

Xiao Shami sighed deeply, and finally nodded. "The host said that this child is easy to cause trouble, but coming here is fate, if you turn a blind eye is equivalent to seeing death and not saving it, Daoyou can leave with confidence. ”

The story of the son of the vision has spread in the nearby Xiuxian Domain, and this Buddhist temple saw the swaddling clothes and the three-eyed figure jade pendant, and he could guess the identity of the child. He didn't want to take it off, pretending that he didn't know anything and was going to leave.

"Then there are all the masters, I'll go first, and we'll meet again when I have a fate. ”

"Fellow Daoist walks slowly. Xiao Shami gave a gift and planned to send her out, but when he came to the mountain gate, he smiled as if he remembered, "The presiding master named the child 'Meng Zhang', and may he be blessed by the guardian star of the East." ”

The footsteps of the clothes slammed suddenly, Meng Zhang is the name of the Oriental Star, and it is not uncommon for creatures named after it in the world, there are human races, and there are demon cultivators....... In her memory, there is a demon cultivator named Meng Zhang, coincidentally, this demon cultivator happens to be the only bloodline left by Qinglong in the world, and he will become one of the several major figures in hundreds of years.

"Fellow Daoist?" Seeing that she was stunned, Xiao Shami glared curiously and asked, "But what else do you command?"

Fu Yi came back to his senses, forcibly suppressed the strange feeling in his heart, and pulled out a wry smile: "I haven't had time to clean up the mess in the sheep village, I'm afraid I will have to bother your temple to come forward." ”

Hearing this, the little novice recited the Buddha, responded solemnly, brushed his clothes back and offered a salute to the mist, and flew into the air with full doubts, until he returned to the teleportation square, he was still in a trance.