Chapter 225: The Evil of a Country "Feng Lixiao, receive the imperial edict!" The Six-Hole Demon with a green face, fangs and flying red hair spread out the three wings behind him, and the dark demonic energy suddenly enveloped the entire Putuo Temple! There was a bloodthirsty and cruel smile on his face, and his figure was like a giant bat. In a flash, he flew into the Putuo Temple. But before flying in, two black feathers quietly emerged and annihilated Pu Cheng and his disciples in the evil spirit. Since the Dharma Master said not to leave any one behind, then not to leave any one behind! The people in the camel caravan were all stunned. Everything that just happened may sound slow, but in fact it was just a short moment. By the time the camel caravan leader came to his senses, the Putuo Temple in front of him had been shrouded in countless ominous black qi, and faint screams and wails could be heard from inside. The camel caravan leader opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but before he could, he saw a figure in front of him. The Taoist in green stood in front of him and said softly, "Old man, do you still remember me?" "You are... the immortal I met in the desert!"
The old man rubbed his eyes and said uncertainly. "These children..." Jiang Lin nodded and looked at the three children who were obviously abnormal. He frowned and raised his hand. As a divine light suddenly appeared, the child, who had a dull expression and confused and unfocused eyes, slowly came back to his senses. The first thing I did when I came back to my senses was to start crying. Jiang Lin nodded. The fact that she could cry proved that her soul was still there. Although she had been in the maze for a while, it was not a big problem. "These are the children of our tribe..." The old man looked at the three children who were held by others, and then carefully glanced at the Putuo Temple which was filled with evil spirit. "That is also... the material that the immortals want..." As he said this, the old man gritted his teeth, knelt in front of Jiang Lin, and forced himself to calm down. "Immortal! I don't know who you are, let alone why you are here. The magic you use also scares me!" "But! If you want to kill the so-called immortals in these temples, even if you want our lives, please let the immortals take them all!" After saying that, the old man kowtowed to Jiang Lin repeatedly, one after another. The others behind him did the same thing. Jiang Lin looked at the people in front of him, but did not try to stop them immediately. Instead, he accepted it calmly. It was not until the old man's face was covered in blood that he raised his hand to stop the old man's actions and said softly: "No matter what happened before, now that I have accepted your kneeling, I will fulfill your wish." "But, there is a prerequisite." Jiang Lin pointed to the Putuo Temple behind him and asked, "Are all the practitioners in this so-called Little Leiyin Country like this?" The old man nodded repeatedly and said, "It's always been like this! I don't know how many years it has been!"
"I only remember my grandfather saying that hundreds of years ago, this place was not the Little Leiyin Kingdom, but a Little Leiyin Temple." "Ever since a high monk from the Tang Dynasty in the Central Plains passed by here, the Little Leiyin Temple disappeared, and was replaced by the Little Leiyin Kingdom." “That’s when these people came into being!” "They wanted our ancestors to provide for them, and if we didn't, they would kill them. I don't know how many of our ancestors they killed!" "We have no other options, Immortal! We have no other options!!" The old man was already sobbing and choking as he spoke, "I... I have given them three hundred and seventy-five children, three hundred and seventy-five!" “This is just our town!” "Every time I think, even if only one demon dies with my children, it's worth it even if it takes the lives of all of us!!" Jiang Lin listened quietly, nodded gently, and said: "They took the lives of your 375 children, so let all of them be buried with you." In this town alone, which this old man was responsible for, there were three hundred and seventy-five of them. So, what about other towns? What about other people who gave it to us? Jiang Lin didn't dare to think about it, but he knew what a huge and terrifying number it was. Being evil and not knowing it is the most terrifying thing in this world. Practicing Taoism and Buddhism together is not an evil path, but using the name of Taoism and Buddhism to perform sacrifices on living people is absolutely an evil path. This is wrong, wrong to the extreme. Jiang Lin is now ready to correct this mistake. Start from the Putuo Temple in front of you. "Roar!" Inside the Putuo Temple, Feng Lixiao’s battle cry suddenly rang out. Obviously, the Six-hole Demon encountered some difficult problems. Jiang Lin had seen before that the Putuo Temple was filled with human cultivators who had not yet attained enlightenment, and there was no one capable of threatening Feng Lixiao. No, strictly speaking, there is one. Jiang Lin thought to himself and walked into the Putuo Temple. As soon as he entered, Jiang Lin saw a golden statue wrestling with Feng Lixiao. That’s right, the so-called golden body of Sanmao Zhenjun “came to life”. Jiang Lin watched quietly from the side. Feng Lixiao's battle roar just now was not because he couldn't hold on, but because he wanted Jiang Lin to come over and take a look. "Master, this thing is a bit weird." There was something strange in Feng Lixiao's tone. If something could be called evil by the Six-Hole Great Demon, then it must be truly evil. The Six-Hole Demon firmly suppressed the strange golden body so that Jiang Lin could see it more easily. As Jiang Lin opened and closed his eyes, the Fengdu Dharma Eye quietly opened.
In fact, Jiang Lin saw some strange things on the original golden body of Sanmao Zhenjun. At this moment, after the golden body "came to life", what he saw became more straightforward and clear. Within the shining golden body, there was an indescribable grayish-white aura. The aura was extremely turbid, with occasional flashes of light. Either the light of Taoism or the light of Buddha. Weird, really weird. The so-called Taoist and Buddhist practice held by the practitioners of the small Leiyin country is obviously inseparable from the source of this gray-white aura. In other words, the true owner of this energy is the real reason for creating such a strange cultivation environment in the Little Leiyin Kingdom. "The canopy canopy, the nine-yuan evil boy." Jiang Lin thought about it, raised his palm, and put his five fingers together like a machete. "With one strike of the magic sword, all ghosts will collapse." 'Zheng! ' Tianpeng Fa moved as he wished, and as Jiang Lin raised his hand and chopped down, a ray of incandescent blade light suddenly burst out! The knife light hummed and slashed directly at the golden body that was able to briefly confront Feng Lixiao! Feng Lixiao understood what Jiang Lin meant, and cooperated with him. He moved suddenly, holding the shoulders of the golden body of Sanmao Zhenjun with one ghost claw on each side, and following the power of the magic sword activated by Jiang Lin, he pulled the golden body apart. 'Om! ' A stream of gray-white air rushed out from the golden body that was split from head to toe. It seemed as if the air had its own consciousness. As soon as it appeared, it soared into the air and tried to escape. However, in front of Feng Lixiao, there was no room for this energy to escape. I saw the three wings behind Feng Lixiao spread out, like a hook, firmly locking the gray-white air. "Dharma Master." Feng Lixiao's three wings fell down, presenting a ball of grayish-white air in front of Jiang Lin. Jiang Lin frowned and looked at it carefully. "Taoism and Buddhism are mixed together, but it's like mud..." Jiang Lin murmured to himself. This Qi is not as clear as the Taoist Qi, nor as heavy as the Buddhist Qi. It seems to be in between the two and has the essence of both. But in fact, it gives people a sticky and weird feeling of discomfort, just like a ball of mud. In short, it is not a clean thing. Jiang Lin raised his hand thoughtfully, and the original evil energy of the black law emerged in his hand, evolving and condensing, and finally turned into a small knife as thin as a cicada's wing. This is a physical manifestation of the instrument used for the torture of lingchi. He held the knife, which was as thin as a cicada's wing, and cut the sticky and strange gray qi bit by bit. Feng Lixiao looked at it curiously. Even for the Six Caves Heavenly Demon, this kind of inexplicable aura, which was a mixture of the most righteous Taoism and Buddhism in the Three Realms and was filthy, was the first time he had seen it. This thing is as weird as the Six Caves Demon. Jiang Lin was very patient and cut it bit by bit. Every time he cut off a layer of gray energy, Feng Lixiao would seal it with a feather on his black wings.
It seemed a bit unnecessary, but in the end it turned out that the Six Caves Demon was really professional when it came to dealing with evil things. Because when it was cut to the end, there was nothing inside the gray qi, it was just pure gray qi condensed. “I wasn’t conscious of it.” Jiang Lin murmured thoughtfully, "Did he escape, or did he never exist?" Just now, the scene of the gray qi escaping clearly proved that there was definitely some kind of consciousness controlling this gray qi. But now, Jiang Lin had cut the gray qi into pieces and found nothing. Either Feng Lixiao was unstable in his work and let the idea go astray, or... "Disperse and gather." Feng Lixiao uttered four words. Then, he gathered all the sealed gray qi and completely sealed it with demonic energy. In the demonic energy, the gray qi that had been cut into pieces by Jiang Lin slowly condensed again. Jiang Lin nodded. This was the most likely answer. The gray qi within the golden body of Sanmao Zhenjun in Putuo Temple does not have its own independent consciousness, or it can be said that this ball of gray qi itself is a part of a certain existence. It was just placed in the Putuo Temple to be worshipped. Think about what Pu Cheng said before, all the temples in this small Leiyin Kingdom worship two "great gods". One is the so-called Sanmao Zhenjun, and the other is the so-called Liuhe Bodhisattva. There is only one Sanmao Zhenjun, but there are also many of them, distributed in the form of gray qi in every place similar to Putuo Temple. The escape of the gray qi after being cut out by Jiang Lin just now was not the intention of Master Sanmao, but the spontaneous gathering of the gray qi. Converge in the direction of the main body. Now it seems that what Feng Lixiao did was right. If there was any leakage of gray energy, it would most likely be known by Master Sanmao. So…… Jiang Lin looked at Feng Lixiao, who understood what Jiang Lin meant but shook his head. "Master, I cannot detect the true form of this gray qi." Feng Lixiao said with some shame. "Um……" Jiang Lin nodded and looked thoughtfully at the ball of gray energy that had re-condensed. Is it that he can’t find his true body, or does this True Lord Sanmao not have a true body? Jiang Lin thought about it, turned around and walked out of Putuo Temple. Feng Lixiao behind him also took away the evil spirit that enveloped the Putuo Temple. It is worth mentioning that during this process, Feng Lixiao used the evil spirit to "cleanse" all places and all cultivators in the Putuo Temple.
It was not until he himself could no longer sense any energy in this place that he nodded, turned into a black energy, and attached to the hem of Jiang Lin's Taoist robe. As I said, when it comes to dealing with evil things, the Six-hole Demon is a professional. In front of the gate of Putuo Temple, a group of people were still waiting anxiously. Jiang Lin walked up to the old man and asked, "Are there any special features of these cultivators from the Little Leiyin Country?" "Like...a specific party?" Hearing this, the old man nodded repeatedly and said, "Yes! Every ten years, all the practitioners in the temples will gather at Shouyang Temple or Landa Temple." "It will probably last three days." Jiang Lin nodded thoughtfully and asked, "How long will it take until the next time?" "Five more years." Hearing this, Jiang Lin was a little disappointed. He had been thinking that if it was almost time, he would just wait a little longer and then eat it all at once. But now it seems that we can’t wait any longer. Jiang Lin didn't have the energy to wait for five years, and the people here shouldn't offer tributes for five more years. A regular gathering every ten years? Although there was no chance to have a spoonful of the stew, it also confirmed Jiang Lin's guess. Neither Sanmao Zhenjun nor Liuhe Bodhisattva have real bodies, or it can be said that the real bodies of these two evil gods are usually scattered in various temples to receive offerings. They only get together again at the big gathering once every ten years. And Landa Monastery and Shouyang Temple are obviously the leaders chosen by their respective evil gods. "Gathering..." Jiang Lin looked at the ball of gray energy in his hand and put it away. Since you can't wait for five years, I will come and help you gather in advance. You're welcome. Jiang Lin looked at the old man in front of him and said softly, "Go home and stay at home. It won't take long for me to clean up the evil spirits in this place." "but……" Jiang Lin paused, his voice a little low: "In this process, some of you will die, I can't take care of everyone." Cleaning is not something that can be done overnight. Not every temple is as easy as the Putuo Temple. At least the Shouyang Temple and the Landuo Temple are definitely tough nuts to crack. At the beginning, it would be okay to clean up one or two, but if there are more, they will always be discovered. By then, if these evil cultivators are ready to vent their anger on the people, Jiang Lin cannot guarantee that every citizen is safe. "Immortal, we would have died long ago." The old man burst into tears: "From the moment we gave our first child away, we were already dead and no longer human." After saying that, he kowtowed to Jiang Lin again, his body trembling. "Our lives are worthless, but our children are innocent. We can no longer use them as bargaining chips to survive."
"I just beg you to save the children..." Jiang Lin didn't say anything else, just nodded, turned around and walked in another direction. After taking only a few more steps, Jiang Lin activated the Corpse Dog Flying Sword, and his whole body turned into a sharp sword light and flew away. Although you can only clean them one by one, it is always faster. If we delay for a while, a child may be made into a so-called magical instrument. Jiang Lin urged the escape light and soon arrived at the next oasis. There was also a temple in this oasis. This oasis is larger than the oasis where Putuo Temple is located. The temple on it is also more magnificent, and more children are buried there. When he got close, Jiang Lin suddenly stopped. He seemed to sense something and a strange light flashed in his eyes. "All of you, fucking die!" The angry voice was a little distorted, but Jiang Lin still recognized who the owner of the voice was. Three Dharma seals rose up, revealing brilliant divine light, which turned the temple whose name Jiang Lin had not seen into dust. (End of this chapter)