This is not how immortals cultivate

Chapter 235: Zener is right, the path to bliss is really nothing special
On the official road, there was the hustle and bustle of carriages and horses, and the caravans were busy.

Two fast horses stopped by the roadside.

Xiao He gnashed his teeth and looked around: "Damn that bald donkey, he ran so fast, the donkey is gone in the blink of an eye."

If you have the guts to show off, then don't run away!
Xiang Yuan frowned and said nothing. It was a good thing that he didn't catch up. If he thought about it carefully, the white-robed monk was very evil, arrogant and had a foul mouth. Since he had not been beaten to death until he grew up, he must be good at fighting and had some knowledge of Buddhism.

It would be fine to let him go to Texas, but this is southern Xinjiang where evil spirits abound. He has to cover his face when he goes to see someone, and dares not show his handsome face.

The white-robed monk did not hide anything, which showed that he was quite capable and was confident that he could escape unscathed even if he met the evil woman from Ji Le Dao.

Xiao He also reacted. He could not lose the momentum, and he was still cursing: "I met Baldy right after I went out. It's so unlucky. Fortunately, he ran fast. Otherwise, he would fall into my hands and I would make him break all the rules and regulations one by one."

"That's not good. What if he is a lecherous donkey who eats meat and vegetables? Wouldn't that satisfy his wishes?"

"That's true. He even asked me to pay him to go to the brothel. I can't do this business at a loss."

Xiao He took advantage of the situation and said that a great man should not bear grudges, and he generously forgave the white-robed monk.

No wonder!
Taking a step back, the more I think about it, the angrier I get.JPG
He sat on his horse and began to tell fortunes. The monk was not important; the nine-ring staff was important. For this trip to southern Xinjiang, he had to find a more impressive magic weapon no matter what.

The strange desire to win has increased again!
Xiang Yuan rolled his eyes, parted ways with Xiao He, and agreed to meet in Yundou City.

Enter the time, place, and person, take the laws of heaven and earth, and apply the formula of "Seven Heart Yishu" to find the destined person who can help you sneak into Yundou City.

That is the guide party!

Because the probability was 50-50, either it would work or it wouldn't, Xiang Yuan didn't hold out much hope, thinking that it was always good to have many skills, and if he didn't max out the skill experience of 'Seven Hearts of Divination', how could he be said to have no talent for divination.

It doesn’t matter if you make a mistake in the calculation. If you don’t have enough talent, you can make up for it with numbers.

Xiang Yuan has a backup plan. He can use the face-shaping method to change into anyone he wants. Even if he can change into the leader of the Five Poison Sect, even the leader's wife can't tell.

Madam Leader, don’t look back, I am the Leader!
After applying the formula, Xiang Yuan actually came up with a result. He went fifty miles west and applied for a job as a escort at a tea stall on the side of the official road.

The so-called hitchhiking escort is roughly the same as hitchhiking.

In this area of ​​southern Xinjiang, there are too many caravans traveling back and forth, and the escort agency business is booming. Also, because Mingfeng is simple and honest, after leaving the official road, the barbarians and mountain kings everywhere collect tolls, making escorting an extremely risky profession.

When ten escorts went out, most of them were poisoned by mushrooms, and some were missing limbs. As time went on, the escort agency's annual revenue was not enough to cover their maintenance costs.

Seeing their peers going bankrupt and closing down one after another, the remaining escort agencies realized that their business was still too formal and they had to resort to some crooked tactics and could no longer be so honest.

Thus, Shunfeng Escort came into being.

Either in Dezhou or on the official road out of Dezhou, a recruitment notice will be posted, stating the time and place of escorting the goods, and recruiting warriors who are passing by. Each party will bear the risk, and the salary will be paid on a daily basis without any delay.

It’s no wonder that this trick really saved the entire escort agency in southern Xinjiang.

There are risks for warriors to travel alone, so when they gather together, more people may not necessarily mean more strength, but it is really warm.

The escort company that Xiang Yuan applied for a job at was called 'Banfang Escort Company'. According to the chief escort, it was a subordinate escort company of a partner of a friendly brother unit of the branch of the Dezhou office of Western Chu, a first-class force in Southern Jin, 'Baichuan League'. It was a family of Baichuan League and had a close relationship with them.

As long as you fly the flag of Bafang Escort Company and want to get rich by planting trees, the local mountain kings who collect oxygen bar transit fees will have to think twice to see if they have the ability to offend Baichuan League.

Xiang Yuan listened with a dazed look, "Texas is indeed a state of outstanding people and beautiful scenery. You can not live, but you cannot not have life."

The chief escort's big promise is so irritating to the throat that I can't swallow it without drinking water.

A caravan of thirty large carts set off, heading straight for Yundou City. Most of the carts were filled with medicinal herbs and elixirs exported from Xichu, and the Shunfeng escorts were responsible for escorting them. There were also several important Qiankun bags, which the chief escort leader and his men personally guarded.

Two big flags were raised, writing the signboard of Bafang Escort Agency: Honesty can make people all over the world brothers, and morality can make the reputation known throughout the nine heavens and ten earths.

At first glance, it does seem a bit intimidating, at least there are a lot of temporary escorts who come to take orders along the way.

Xiang Yuan mingled among the crowd, with a long sword worth a hundred taels of silver on his waist. His ordinary face was neither conspicuous nor out of place.

……

The third night.

The caravan safely passed through the territory of a barbarian mountain king, bypassed the poisonous miasma lurking in the mountains, and arrived at an abandoned mountain village.

Walking at night is slow and unsafe. Based on past experience, the chief escort decided to enter the mountain village to rest and ordered his men to search around to see if there were any poisonous insect traps.

After confirming that everything was correct and clearing away the poisonous insects and snakes, the carts formed a circle, sprinkled insect repellent powder, set up a bonfire, and the temporary escorts each found a place to rest.

At this time, four dusty men in black came uninvited. Seeing the many escorts who were on high alert, they did not dare to cause trouble, but did not leave either. They just found a place in the corner to rest.

Soon after, more than ten barbarians armed with knives and swords came to the mountain stronghold. They looked aggressive the second before, but when they saw that there were many escorts coming from all directions, their eyes suddenly became clear, and they also found a corner to squat.

The atmosphere was eerie, you could hear a pin drop, the only sound was the crackling of branches in the firelight.

The chief escort leader is experienced in the underworld. He sees that the two gangs are in a state of chasing and being chased, so he orders not to cause any trouble. He repeatedly emphasizes that people should not interfere in the grudges in the underworld, respect the fate of others, and let go of the complex of helping others.

Xiang Yuan sat cross-legged on the tree, looking down at the four men in black.

There are two men and two women. The two middle-aged men have similar appearances and their eyebrows are carved from the same mold. They must be brothers. At this moment, they hold the long swords at their waists to guard against the barbarians, and protect the two women behind them.

The two women were relatively young, with fair skin. They should have the blood of the southern Xinjiang Yi people. Their fighting power was quite average. They hid behind the bodyguards and trembled.

It was a serious chase in the martial arts world. Xiang Yuan only took one look and imagined a martial arts drama in his mind.

If the information is correct, there will be a bloody battle later, in which two bodyguards will be killed and the two women will be isolated and helpless. A young man will fall from the sky, holding a sword and wearing fluttering white clothes. The style of the painting will change from martial arts to mindless love, with one bloody and sadomasochistic love story after another.

This is how it’s played out on TV. There’s a life-and-death fight in the first episode, then there’s the romance, and then there’s another fight in the finale. There’s nothing wrong with that.

Swish!
The sound of hurried footsteps came and interrupted the plot that Xiang Yuan was imagining. He watched as the Wulin leader was beaten to death and the plot came to an abrupt end. He felt dissatisfied and looked over with a frown.

There were seven or eight people in the group, both men and women.

The men are tall and the women are handsome, and they all have excellent looks. The moment they appear on the stage, they raise the average appearance of the entire village to a higher level.

However, their clothes were in tatters, their hair was disheveled, they were bleeding and had injuries, which really spoiled the scene.

That's not the case. Xiang Yuan was high up and had the ability to see as clearly at night as in daylight, so he could see very clearly, and the scenery was still good.

For example, the woman in the front had her hair loose, covering half of her pretty face, and her neckline was very low. Because she was escaping in a desperate situation, her dribbling was unstable and she committed several out-of-bounds violations.

Xiang Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly. If he guessed correctly, this woman whose face could not be seen but only had a tattoo of a red spider lily on her chest should be from Paradise.

With such a beautiful appearance and a kind heart of a bodhisattva, he must be on the path to paradise!

Zener was right. There was really nothing right about the Paradise. Seven or eight people gathered together and were chased and beaten.

Having said that, Xiang Yuan looked extremely solemn. The seven or eight disciples of Jile Dao had good cultivation bases, with the laws of heaven and earth surrounding them, and all of them had cultivation bases in the innate stage.

The leading woman was faintly integrated into the world, and her cultivation was quite high. That was why Xiang Yuan could not see her face clearly.

Of course, it was also related to the fact that she always committed dribbling violations. With such poor skills, Xiang Yuan happened to have dynamic vision and was born to be a referee, so it was difficult for him to ignore it.

Before the group of seven or eight people got close to the mountain village, a white light chased after them from a distance.

The moonlight is like water, and the white-robed monk walks in the air.

His face was calm and serene, with a sense of transcendence between his eyebrows. The moonlight sprinkled on his white clothes, reflecting a soft halo, especially the halo on his head, which was so dazzling that Xiang Yuan raised his hand to cover his eyes.

What kind of quality is this? Using the sun fist in the middle of the night is already considered light pollution.

It is hard to say whether the white-robed monk is proficient in Buddhism, but he is very good at pretending to be cool.

He held a nine-ring staff in one hand and gently twisted the rosary with the other, slowly moving his fingertips, as if each bead carried endless Zen and compassion.

The sound of wind blew past, and the beads shone with a warm luster in the moonlight. His eyes were filled with a gentle smile, as if he was listening to the whispers of all things in the moonlight.

Wherever the monk's shoes stepped on, the silver moonlight covered the ground, and the hazy white veil lingered for a long time, telling the onlookers that he himself was the light, and wherever he passed was light.

Xiang Yuan: (`)
It was said that monks have no worldly desires. Why are you so good at pretending?
The white-robed monk looked good and was very good at pretending. He was in harmony with the world when he appeared, and he looked free and unrestrained, like a breeze in the mortal world, which stunned everyone in the scene. Except for seven or eight disciples of the Jile Dao, they knew that the white-robed monk's methods were terrible, and they did not have the courage to fight. They went straight to the direction of the caravan, intending to hijack hostages and drive away the white-robed monk.

"Good, good, if I allow you to kill, it would seem that I am not merciful enough."

The white-robed monk raised his hand and the rosary in his hand flew out. Twenty-one rays of white light were as fast as lightning, and a large formation was set up with soft light, which enclosed all the disciples of Ji Le Dao.

Although the light was soft, it was like an insurmountable chasm. The disciples of Jile Dao used various methods and even summoned the power of heaven and earth, but they were unable to break it.

"You stinky monk, don't go too far!"

"Bald donkey, we respect Buddha so we won't argue with you. Don't think we are really afraid of you!"

"Please show me mercy, venerable monk. I am willing to lay down my butcher knife and convert to Buddhism..."

At once, seven or eight voices were heard, some sounding timid but others begging desperately.

The white-robed monk ignored him completely and stepped out into the formation. He put his hands together and bowed slightly: "Dear donors, please tell me where my useless senior brother is."

"How many times have I told you that we don't know your brother and have never seen the bald donkey from Dajue Temple!"

"No, no, I came down the mountain only to clean up the mess. I think you two are predestined to meet me. You must know where my brother is."

The white-robed monk had a valid reason. Monks do not tell lies. If there is a connection, there is a connection. He did not lie. The Buddha would not lie. In this case, the ones who lied could only be these disciples of the Paradise.

"That stinky monk is so unreasonable, let's fight him!"

Several disciples of Jile Dao were almost driven crazy, and they rushed forward and attacked the white-robed monk with all their means. The white-robed monk was compassionate and could not bear to kill, so he would show mercy every time he killed someone.

"Amitabha!"

The Zen stick hit out, and a head with outstanding appearance exploded like a watermelon, and the ground was covered with paste.

"Good, good, good!"

With one palm strike, the golden Buddha seal exploded a blood mist in the air.

The white-robed monk walked a few steps forward, and the air in the field was filled with a thick bloody aura, but he himself was spotless. He came to the head of the Ji Le Dao woman and said, "Donor, have you ever remembered where my senior brother is?"

The woman's face was pale and she was muttering something. When the white-robed monk approached, she used the powerful move she had been holding back for a long time.

But there was a flash of spiritual light between his brows, and a hazy figure dancing in colorful clothes, silently circling around the white-robed monk, as if the lustful demon had brought down endless lust, and with the air of mortal world, it peeled off the glazed light, covering the white-robed monk, and drilled into his body in the blink of an eye.

The white-robed monk stood still, one hand leaning on the Zen stick and the other hand clasped in front of his chest. His eyes were dim and his bright head turned matte.

The woman succeeded in her move and did not dare to be careless at all, knowing that the white-robed monk was very powerful and would wake up in a short while.

If you want to control the white-robed monk, you have to add another shackle.

The woman swayed her body, her clothes fluttering, her steps gracefully and calmly, with a hint of tenderness and joy that was difficult to conceal. As she approached, a light fragrance spread out, elegant but not strong, like orchid and musk, refreshing.

The two of them snuggled together, and the lovers finally got married, like a lotus blooming under the moon, and the whole world became quiet.

The fragrant wind was lingering, and the scent was so close that the white-robed monk stiffened slightly. He felt that the woman in his arms was as light as a feather. He couldn't bear to let her go with the wind, so he loosened the nine-ring staff in his hand and held her slender waist.

Looking down, the woman's eyes were as clear as cut water, and her eyelashes trembled like a butterfly fluttering its wings. As her eyes moved, thousands of emotions surged, silently telling of the indescribable feelings.

That look was gentle and ardent, penetrating everything and reaching the depths of people's hearts. There was also an expectation and uneasiness, as if after expressing one's feelings, one was afraid of not getting a response.

A trace of sorrow arises again, if there is no response, I just hope that this moment will last forever.

It is worthy of being called Paradise, it is really amazing, which monk can withstand such a test.

The white-robed monk held the woman's slender waist tightly, his expression changed several times, and finally he sighed: "Good, there is a way to have the best of both worlds, to go to the Tathagata in the day and to you at night."

Hearing this promise, the woman's face was full of shyness and joy, tears of joy welled up in her eyes, and she sobbed softly.

The moonlight shines on the two of them, stretching their figures and interweaving them together, never to be separated.

Xiang Yuan: (_)
It's outrageous. Nowadays, the monks' acting skills are better than the demon girl from Paradise. What is this? Is this the latest contrast?
If so, please allow him to vomit for a while.

Xiang Yuan was not blind. He could see that the white-robed monk was well versed in Buddhism and had no worldly desires such as love affairs. He did not lose his mind after being hit by a powerful attack, so... he was just playing with the witch.

"Beauty, do you remember my brother, where is he?"

The white-robed monk lifted the woman's chin, his eyes full of infatuation and deep love, and promised: "I will end this karma, return to secular life and marry you, and we will grow old together, like a couple of gods and immortals."

The woman looked infatuated, obsessed with the beauty of the white-robed monk, and murmured in reply: "I don't know, I didn't lie to you just now, I have never met the monk of Dajue Temple, let alone the so-called senior brother you mentioned."

"You didn't tell me earlier!"

The white-robed monk turned hostile on the spot, raised his hand like lightning, and slapped the woman on the top of her head with a palm, his action was quick and merciless.

The woman shuddered slightly, and the tenderness in her eyes froze instantly, replaced by a look of incredible astonishment, as if she couldn't believe that her lover would suddenly kill her.

The fragrant wind dissipates, and the beauty is gone.

"Everyone has the right to punish those who are evil and perverse. You are guilty of murder and evil deeds, and are full of karma and sin. I am the result, and today is the day for you to pay back!"

The monk in white picked up the nine-ring staff on the ground, put his hands together and said, "Buddhism is compassionate, and monks are compassionate. I can't bear to see your bodies exposed in the wilderness, so due to fate, I will give you a Buddhist ceremony."

In the white light formation, corpses were ignited with golden and white flames. After a few breaths, the sins were burned in the flames, leaving only ashes and dust.

The white-robed monk raised his hand, and his robe was blown up by the wind, sending dust back to dust and earth back to earth.

Xiang Yuan: “…”

What a good trick to destroy the body and cover up all traces. He is worthy of being the Gaolu of Dajue Temple. He is resourceful and wise, and shameless. He can accomplish great things.

After finishing all this, the white-robed monk looked at the stunned people in the field, saluted with one hand, and bowed slightly: "Dear donors, I have put down the woman in my arms. Please put down the monk who is holding the woman in your heart as well."

Seeing that his fist was so big, no, and seeing that he was so polite, everyone nodded repeatedly, indicating that they had forgotten it.

"Sin, sin, sin."

The white-robed monk glanced across the room and nodded with satisfaction. When he saw Xiang Yuan staring at him with dead eyes on the tree, he frowned slightly.

He said nothing more and left in a cloud of silvery moonlight.

"We met in the daytime, but I was so focused on testing my Buddha treasures that I didn't notice that this person actually has some affinity with me..."

Could it be that he knows where my senior brother is?
After the white-robed monk left, there was silence for a long time. This was the first time I had seen this kind of monk painting style, and I couldn't react for a while.

With a hidden arrow, the situation became completely chaotic.

More than ten barbarians armed with knives and swords suddenly attacked with arrows. A poisoned arrow hit the older brother of the two brothers. Then all of them drew their weapons, surrounded the four men and killed them.

There is no innate stage, only some foundation-building methods. The chief escort leader does not want to cause trouble, so he orders everyone to set off immediately to give them space to fight.

"Brother, take the antidote quickly."

Seeing his elder brother being stabbed, the younger brother wanted to kill the enemy, but two fists were no match for four hands. Seeing the caravan was about to leave, he shouted at the top of his voice: "We are disciples of the Five Poison Sect. If any hero comes to our rescue, we will definitely reward you with wealth and honor."

Five Poison Sect!
Xiang Yuan's eyes lit up. After all this time, it turned out that these few people were the ones who helped him sneak into Yundou City.

"Don't panic, brother. I'm here to help you!" x4
Just as Xiang Yuan was about to shout, four big men jumped out from the caravan.

"..."

Okay, someone will do it, so he doesn't have to shout.

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