Martial Arts Crossover: I am the strongest demonic monk of Tianlong Temple

Wu Laoda and the others felt a chill, knowing that this was a crucial moment to make their stance clear.

"Senior, that Granny Tong treated us like pigs and dogs, tormenting us for many years. We are already mortal enemies!"

"it is good!"

Li Qiushui nodded slightly, "Since that's the case, don't say I didn't give you a chance."

"Come with me to Lingjiu Palace. If you can achieve some merit, you know what will happen..."

Everyone was very excited, "Thank you, senior! No, thank you for your grace, master!"

They all thought that as long as they could make contributions, Li Qiushui would remove the life-and-death talismans from their bodies.

At that time, the sky will be high enough for birds to fly freely, and the sea will be wide enough for fish to leap freely!

But only Li Qiushui knew that she couldn't undo the Life and Death Talisman of the Child Granny at all.

Moreover, she never promised to help them break the life-and-death seal.

Chapter 103 Lingjiu Palace

The Misty Peak of the Tianshan Mountains.

Enveloped in mist and clouds year-round, the area above the snow line is covered in a blanket of white, resembling a fairyland.

Deep within the sea of ​​clouds lies a grand and imposing palace complex.

Above the palace's eaves, several enormous black eagles stood silently.

These large eagles are also known as 'Vultures', and this palace is therefore called the Vulture Palace.

At this moment, the usually solemn and dignified Lingjiu Palace was filled with an oppressive tension and anxiety.

Whether it was the disciples of the Nine Heavens and Nine Departments on patrol or the servants on duty in various places, their faces could not hide their worry.

It's because their leader, Tianshan Tonglao, mysteriously disappeared a few days ago.

Some key figures who knew about the situation of the Heavenly Child Granny were extremely anxious.

They knew that the "Eight Desolations and Six Directions, I Alone Am Supreme Technique" cultivated by the Venerable One required him to undergo a tribulation of rejuvenation every thirty years.

During this period, he lost all his power and, like an ordinary child, needed to drink fresh blood every day to rebuild his strength. This was arguably the most vulnerable time for him.

Granny Yu, the leader of the Juntian tribe, had long ago dispatched most of the palace's elite troops to secretly search down the mountain, but there was still no news.

These past few days have been agonizing for everyone at Lingjiu Palace, who are constantly worried that something might happen to their Lord.

"Sister Mei Jian! Sister Mei Jian!"

A clear and urgent shout broke the solemn atmosphere of the Juntian Department's main hall.

The youngest, Kikuken, rushed in, his face flushed with excitement and running.

She said breathlessly, "Good news! Granny Yu and the others... they met the Lord at the foot of Misty Peak!"

"what?!"

Mei Jian, who was handling palace affairs, suddenly stood up, her face full of excitement, "Really?"

Ju Jian nodded excitedly.

"Great!"

Mei Jian immediately turned to Lan Jian and Zhu Jian beside him and said, "Lan Jian, Zhu Jian, immediately pass down the order: Your Majesty, return to the palace!"

"Command the Nine Heavens and Nine Departments to immediately prepare their ceremonial guards and follow me down the mountain to welcome the Venerable Lord!"

"Yes!"

The three women responded in unison, their eyes shining brightly, the gloom of the past few days vanished.

At the foot of Misty Peak.

A young monk casually... held a little girl dressed in simple hemp clothing by the back of her collar with his right hand, as if he were holding a kitten.

The little girl's limbs hung limply, her face puffed up with anger, and she seemed to be muttering something.

Beside the monk, on either side, stood two women of unparalleled beauty.

It was Mu Wanqing and Wanwan.

Previously, the Heavenly Child Granny had wanted Chen Mo to carry her on his back so that they could travel faster.

joke.

Chen Mo isn't Xu Zhu, so how could he possibly carry her on his back?

And so this is how she is now, being carried by him.

"Little monk!"

The Heavenly Child Granny tilted her head back and said angrily, "Put Granny down! What kind of behavior is this!"

"Now that people have seen it, my lifelong reputation as a grandmother has been proven..."

Before she could finish speaking, several figures darted towards her from behind the snow-covered slope ahead.

The person in the lead was none other than Granny Yu, whose hair was white and whose face was solemn.

She immediately spotted the old woman being 'held' by Chen Mo, and was initially stunned, but then her old eyes burst with unbelievable joy.

But then he was enraged by Chen Mo's disrespectful behavior and stepped forward to scold, "You little bald monk, put down our Lord at once!"

Several elite disciples of the Juntian Department behind him also drew their swords instantly, pointing them at Chen Mo.

Upon hearing this, Chen Mo casually put Tong Lao down.

Granny Yu rushed forward and knelt directly in front of Granny Tong, her voice choked with sobs, "Your Excellency!"

"You...you're finally back!"

"Old servant...old servant..."

She was so excited that she couldn't speak a complete sentence; she just kept kowtowing.

After regaining her footing, Granny Tong glanced at Granny Yu and the others, and said sternly, "Put your swords away!"

"This belongs to Grandma... she's Grandma's apprentice-nephew, not an enemy!"

"Yes!"

The elite disciples who had drawn their swords and pointed them at Chen Mo immediately sheathed their swords and knelt on the ground.

"Xiao Yu".

The old woman spoke in a cold voice, "Has anything unusual happened while I've been away from the palace lately?"

Granny Yu wiped away her tears and respectfully replied, "Your Majesty, everything is fine in the palace."

"But... but the Lord has suddenly disappeared, and the entire palace is deeply worried."

"Today, thanks to divine blessings, we are able to witness the return of our esteemed Lord."

"This old servant has already relayed the Lord's message back to the palace. I presume that Mei Jian and the others have already led their people down to greet you."

As they were talking, the sound of orderly footsteps could be heard from the mountain path in the distance.

The four sword attendants, Plum Blossom, Orchid, Bamboo, and Chrysanthemum, led the way, followed by disciples from the Nine Heavens and Nine Departments, dressed in various colors.

Not long after.

They came before the old woman, knelt down to pay their respects, and each of them was moved to tears.

The old woman nodded, looking at the four sword attendants, Plum Blossom, Orchid, Bamboo, and Chrysanthemum, kneeling at the front, and was very satisfied.

"Let's go back to the palace!"

The group marched in a grand procession toward Lingjiu Palace on Misty Peak.

Ju Jian, a little curious, leaned close to Zhu Jian's ear and whispered, "Sister Zhu Jian, that little monk... he's really handsome!"

"Isn't Grandma the one who hates men the most? How come she brought a little monk back with her?"

Zhu Jian glared at her. "Shut up, you little brat, are you asking for trouble? How dare you talk about your grandma behind her back?"

Ju Jian stuck out her tongue, not daring to say anything more, but her bright eyes couldn't help but glance curiously at Chen Mo.

Zhu Jian appeared serious, but a ripple of emotion stirred within him.

That little monk was indeed very handsome!

Not only them, but even the people from the Nine Heavens and Nine Departments couldn't help but secretly glance at Chen Mo.

There's no way around it, handsome guys are always so attractive, no matter where they are.

Mu Wanqing, who was standing to the side, naturally noticed the gazes that were being cast on Chen Mo, whether openly or subtly, and a sense of displeasure rose in her heart for no reason.

"Humph."

She snorted coldly, stretched out her slender white hand, and gently took Chen Mo's arm.

Clearly, this is a declaration of sovereignty.

This action instantly startled the Lingjiu Palace disciples who were secretly watching Chen Mo.

Huh? This!

Isn't that a monk?

The disciples of Lingjiu Palace all averted their gazes, either lowering their heads or looking away.

Misty Peak of Tianshan Mountain, the main hall of Lingjiu Palace.

The old woman had changed into a moon-white brocade robe embroidered with pale silver cloud patterns.

She sat regally on the throne in the center of the hall, her small body exuding an aura of majesty that made people dare not look directly at her.

"Plum Sword, Orchid Sword, Bamboo Sword, Chrysanthemum Sword, from now on, the four of you will personally serve my nephew."

“From now on, my niece will be your master. Even if she wants to beat or kill you, you will have to endure it.”

As she spoke, she pointed to Mu Wanqing, who was standing next to Chen Mo.

"Nephew/Master?"

Upon hearing this, the people of Lingjiu Palace realized that they had never heard of their Lord having a junior disciple.