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A stretching mountain range can be seen in the southwest of Qingcheng.

A few years ago, the country developed a tourist attraction in the mountains, but the scenic spots were rarely visited. The more famous one is a single-horned mountain that is neither tall nor short. There is a quiet temple on the mountain, and occasionally travelers will enter the temple to burn incense and worship Buddha.

This small temple, called Jiuhua Temple, is located on the top of the mountain, and behind it is a meditation room where monks live.

The morning of autumn is already quite cold.

In the backyard of Jiuhua Temple, an old monk with white beards and white beards holding a dilapidated broom in his hand, lowering his head to sweep the fallen leaves in the yard, sweeping from the corner of the yard to the steps, holding the broom in his hands as thin as a dead tree. He was not quick, but he stared at the ground with concentration and seriousness, and never letting go of a fallen leaves.

"senior."

Suddenly, an old monk wearing a yellow monk's robe walked into the backyard. Although he was old, he was energetic, with divine light in his eyes, full skin and full of vitality.

"Amitabha, the old monk has seen the abbot." The old monk swept the floor clasped his hands together.

His voice was hoarse, like himself, like the dry sound made by a dead wooden statue.

"Senior, what instructions do you have to ask me?" The abbot of Jiuhua Temple clasped his hands together and asked respectfully.

The Jiye Lingshan Taoist sect is not weak in Jiuhua Temple in the human world. He has practiced to the fifth heavenly level, but he also knows that there is still a big gap between him and the senior in front of him.

From the moment he entered the temple, he found that this senior swept the floor in the temple every day.

But strangely, after so many years, no one knew the existence of this senior, and no one even cared about how the ground became clean, as if it was like this. Even if this senior passed by others, no one noticed it, as if it did not exist.

But when he tried to say this, he would feel like he was silent and could not speak at all.

So he realized hundreds of years ago that he might have met an amazing master, but only because this senior is willing to let him see it, he can see it.

Later he vaguely realized that this senior deliberately let him see it just when he saw him like an old friend.

It has been hundreds of years since he entered the temple. This senior gave him a few words from time to time, which made his cultivation progress leaps and bounds. Gradually, he has become the abbot of Jiuhua Temple, but he still cannot see through this senior.

The old monk sweeping the floor continued to wave his broom and sweep the fallen leaves on the ground, and said hoarsely: "Last time I asked you to sit in hard Zen, how did you practice?"

"Thanks to seniors for their advice, I have some experience." The abbot of Jiuhua Temple said softly.

The old monk sweeping the floor nodded gently and said, "Your qualifications are mediocre. No matter how much I give you advice, you can only break the five levels. After you ascend to the level of Arhat, you can only rely on yourself."

"Yes." The abbot of Jiuhua Temple said respectfully.

The old monk sweeping the floor continued to sweep the floor and asked again: "What seems to be a big deal in the world of cultivation recently, do you know?"

"Know."

The abbot of Jiuhua Temple nodded and said, "A few days ago, there was a real demon in Sucheng who was in trouble with the world. Xiao Sui, the messenger of the heavenly world, sent a message from Xiao Sui, and invited Xuanwu Taoist, Master Kongchen, Tianxingzi and other peerless masters, as well as a group of practitioners from the fifth heavenly gate, to protect the reincarnation of an external demon."

"What's the result?" asked the old monk sweeping the floor calmly.

The abbot of Jiuhua Temple said: "In the end... the Moon God used a copybook, which was a powerful treasure, instantly killed the second soul of the fortune teller. After Lu Jianxian arrived, his swordsman's swordsmanship had already been proved to be Daluo. After easily seriously injured the fortune teller's deity, he forced him to tell a big secret."

The old monk sweeping the floor was still not anxious or slow.

"There is a terrible true demon lying on earth. It seems that he killed six reincarnated immortals in the mortal world two thousand years ago." The abbot of Jiuhua Temple said in a deep voice: "According to the Moon God, the terrible true demon easily killed the fortune teller with only the pre-leaved restrictions. I am afraid that he is the first-class true demon."

"The first-class true demon?"

The old monk sweeping the floor finally paused and asked, "Did the fortune teller die in the "Chongyuan Shenhuo" method? A kind of black flame?"

"Yes, do you know?" said the abbot of Jiuhua Temple in surprise.

The old monk did not answer, but continued to sweep the floor and asked casually: "What else?"

"In addition, there was a more powerful true demon, "scholar" at that time, who was killed by a hidden immortal "Senior Lin" of the human world, and it seemed that his soul was killed instantly." said the abbot of Jiuhua Temple.

"oh?"

A hint of doubt appeared in the eyes of the old monk sweeping the floor, pondered for a moment, and asked again: "You just said that forcing the fortune teller to tell the big secret? How dare the fortune teller betrayed the master of Black Flame?"

The abbot of Jiuhua Temple said: "It was because there was a practitioner who was reincarnated by an alien demon at the scene that could threaten the fortune teller."

The old monk sweeping the floor frowned slightly and asked, "What kind of cultivation is the reincarnation of the external demon?"

"Let's get the first day." said the abbot of Jiuhua Temple.

"What?"

With a click, the broom pole in the hand of the sweeping monk suddenly broke. He looked at the abbot of Jiuhua Temple in surprise and asked, "Are you sure?"

The abbot of Jiuhua Temple was stunned. The senior was just a little moved when he heard the first-class true demon and the senior Lin. But when he heard the reincarnation of the external demon, he was so excited?

He even said, "Of course it's certain, many people saw it at that time."

"It's just the first day. The demon consciousness alone can make the true demon afraid, fearing that he will be devoured to devour the soul..." The old monk swept the floor murmured: "The reincarnation of an external demon who surpasses the true demon level?"

He suddenly thought of the Black Flame Master, a first-class true demon in the world. Even if his realm is far beyond the other party, he can only protect himself.

The Black Flame Master is already the first-class true demon. If the other party kills the reincarnation of the external demon that surpasses the true demon level and receives the reward of "it", it may be able to break the limit of the true demon level!

At that time, no one in the world can stop it...

The old monk sweeping the floor suddenly fell silent.

After a while, he stretched out his hand and the two-piece broom on the ground floated into his hands. With a light touch of the palm like a dead tree, the broom had returned to its original state.

"Senior, what are you going to do?" the abbot of Jiuhua Temple couldn't help asking.

The old monk slowly waved his broom, but didn't know what happened. The fallen leaves in the backyard suddenly turned into powder and disappeared in the morning breeze.

Then, he whispered: "If there are fallen leaves, then clean them up."

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Chapter completed!