Chapter 186: One Hundred and Eight God-Demons Meet at the Wild Goose Pagoda

The Right Street Envoy patrolled the six streets, leading guards and cavalry slowly past Zhu Que Avenue, when suddenly a black shadow flashed on the ward wall. A guard reported: "Yu Hou! Over there..."

The Right Street Envoy shook his head: "Maybe it's just a night cat, don't be nervous!"

Although the black shadow only flashed by, it clearly looked like a human figure, but since the street envoy said so, the guard naturally didn't dare to say anything more. And the street envoy Yu Hou also felt uneasy in his heart.

"This is the third one tonight!" Yu Hou worried in his heart: "Although Prime Yang Xiang greeted me, if something big really happens! I won't be able to explain it... What happened tonight? It is said that several temples have had accidents!"

Although it was not the residence of princes and nobles, such a life-threatening major event, the temples in Chang'an also had power and influence, and knew many high officials and nobles.

If it really makes a scene, he will also be implicated.

At that time, Prime Yang Xiang might not be able to protect him!

The Great Ci'en Temple was established by Crown Prince Li Zhi to commemorate his late mother, Empress Wende, chosen for its beautiful forest and spring scenery. The temple faces the Yellow Canal to the south, with deep, lush bamboo and water, making it the finest in the capital. Qian Chen stood tall atop the Dou Xiaoyan Pagoda, looking down at the multi-storied buildings, repeated halls, jade pavilions, and refined quarters within the temple. He saw thirty-three courtyards, totaling eight thousand eight hundred and ninety-seven monk cells, and among them, there were three thousand monks who had cultivated magic power.

At the Dou Xiaoyan Pagoda, one can look directly at the South Pool in the temple. Although it is autumn in August, the lotus flowers in the pool are still about to bloom.

Like Ananda Temple!

But this time, Qian Chen was not here to destroy flowers. He hid the Qinghong Sword in the lotus flowers, sat on the corner of the eaves of the Dou Xiaoyan Pagoda, on the head of the Zhaofeng beast.

The Zhaofeng beast was under Qian Chen's butt, revealing an aggrieved angry face, daring to be angry but not daring to speak!

Hundreds of talismans on his body flew out along the night wind. An old monk in the meditation room who was practicing had his eyes open and saw a yellow talisman floating with the wind, sticking to the door, the talisman had the Three Mountains Dharma Seal, containing the power to subdue demons. Qian Chen did this to advertise to the monks in the temple that he was here to subdue demons. If they closed the doors of the meditation rooms tightly, then both sides would be happy.

If they opened the doors and entered the courtyard, they would immediately be involved in the battle between Dao and Demon.

Qian Chen poured a cup of amber-like fine wine from the gourd, used ice to make a cup to hold it. His spiritual sense sensed that god-demons were secretly lurking from all directions in Chang'an, so he was not in a hurry to strike, so as not to scare away those who hadn't come yet, and he would have to find them one by one.

He whispered to the lotus flowers in the South Pool: "Facing the hall, the cool air is contained, cutting the rules to cover the clear swamp. The fading red receives much dew, and the remaining fragrance relies on people less. Whistling far from the dust, fluttering above the autumn dawn. The festival thanks the guests for being rare, and the return pond is just circling alone."

A group of demon cultivators flew across the mid-air, and without the time for a cup of tea, they arrived outside Daci'en Temple. They climbed over the courtyard wall and saw Qian Chen sitting on the top of the Dou Xiaoyan Pagoda, enjoying the moon and watching the lotus flowers. The prostitute laughed: "It's a good color, but the age is older than I like!"

Qian Chen now has three long whiskers, immortal style and Daoist bones, looking not as young as his original body.

The monk rubbed his hands and laughed: "It's my taste. Si Niang, you are used to loving teenagers. Leave this one to me!" Si Niang scolded with a laugh: "At first glance, it has a good bone, and you can't see such a character in two or three years. When you see it, you don't dare to start. Unlike now, with Prime Yang Xiang supporting us."

The monk laughed and invited: "How about... come together?"

Qian Chen frowned slightly. The coquettish one is a woman, but what is going on with this monk? And, is the atmosphere of the Great Tang so open?

Qian Chen frowned, those demon cultivators didn't notice, and the Yin Demons couldn't sit still first!

The Daoist-dressed demon cultivator was relatively straight, scolding the two: "Business is important, you guys put away those filthy things first. Although there are our people in the temple, most of the monks are not under Prime Yang Xiang. If they make a scene, they will ruin the Prime Minister's big event... You want to taste the bone-scraping pipa sound and the gut-searching waist drum sound of the Yang family?"

The two closed their mouths and prepared to go to the Big and Dou Xiaoyan Pagodas.

At this time, I heard the sound of sweeping from not far away, the bamboo branches of the broom scraping on the ground, making a rustling sound, and a figure in a white linen monk robe appeared and disappeared in front. When the crowd first saw the monk's robe, they thought it was a monk on duty at Daci'en Temple, but the monk had sharp eyes and saw a trace of unusual undulations on his chest.

The monk was surprised: "It's a nun!"

"Good!" The monk laughed: "The monks of Daci'en Temple are not honest... This little nun is very delicate, I will go and come!" Si Niang was surprised: "Monk, you are used to walking the other way?"

"As long as it's cute, anything is fine!" The monk laughed.

The demon cultivator Daoist scolded: "Business is important! What about the others after completing the Prime Minister's explanation?"

The monk laughed: "That kid is probably a dead-hearted person of the righteous path. We can kidnap a nun in the temple, which can also make him have concerns. If necessary, we can use this to ambush."

"If you attract a high master in the temple to strike... the Prime Minister can't protect you!" The Daoist said coldly.

The monk just chuckled and ignored it. None of them had high enough prestige to lead the crowd. Everyone said it was a team, but it was actually a plate of loose sand.

The monk came to the nun, smiled obscenely, and whispered: "Little nun, don't meditate, why are you still sweeping at night. Did you offend any master in the temple? I can speak for you." His eyebrows and eyes revealed an obscene look, looking at the nun from head to toe, but saw that the nun had a graceful figure, and her face was not inferior to those of the Yang family.

It's just that the heavy resentment between her eyebrows ruined a few colors, making her look like a deep-boudoir resentful woman.

Not as beautiful and natural as the four daughters of the Yang family.

The nun saw the monk, but just sneered. This kind of mean smile made her lose color again, which made the monk very disappointed, sighing: "Good resentful woman look, this kind of look, all the fun is gone! Must be carefully trained!"

The nun sneered coldly and whispered: "All should die... all should die!"

The monk saw the deep resentment flashing in the nun's eyebrows, secretly shocked, and saw the nun reach out and touch his chest quickly. Rolling thunder light without sound or color drilled into the monk's skin, making him show an extremely horrified look. Si Niang watched for a while in the distance, seeing the monk only say a few words, and the nun took the initiative to touch his chest.

Couldn't help but secretly despise: "Another coquettish hoof!"

At this time, a black-clothed little brother with clear and handsome eyebrows walked slowly from the dark, and the demon cultivators were shocked and became vigilant.

At this time, the clear little brother held his palms together and pulled out a blood-red long sword, which made the crowd breathe a sigh of relief. The Daoist asked: "So it is a fellow traveler of Nine You, are you also here by the order of Prime Yang Xiang?"

"I am here by the order of the Supreme Tian Mo!" The black-clothed little brother whispered.

The courtesan Siniang revealed that alluring, wanton smile again, but then heard the young man in black say in a low voice: "Tell everyone, die further away from my master... Do not get near here, you will dirty the old man's eyes!"

After saying that, a sword light emerged from the black-clothed little brother's palm.

The sword light slashed horizontally, with dots of crimson like blood rust that couldn't be wiped away, smelling of heavy iron rust. The sword light at this moment had exceeded the original realm of the black-clothed demon cultivator, but it was because he had seen Qian Chen use the Supreme Tian Mo Blood-Transforming Ancient Shendao several times, which pointed out the direction for him. The black-clothed demon cultivator's aptitude for the demonic path was not very good, but imitation was always possible.

Now there was a bit of divine intent in his sword.

Supreme Tian Mo Blood-Transforming Ancient Shendao, although he only obtained the Blood-Transforming Ancient Shendao, he had not yet realized the most terrifying Supreme Tian Mo.

But this sword still caught the group of demon cultivators who had already raised their vigilance by surprise. A bloodstain appeared on Si Niang's beautiful face, and then her whole head flew up. She was closest to the sword light and couldn't react at all. The butcher retreated extremely fast, his butcher knife slashed repeatedly, but was broken by that sword, and an arm with the butcher knife flew up suddenly, swallowed by the blood light. Seeing the butcher unload an arm, he escaped by luck, and the demon cultivators were even more shocked. The Daoist-dressed demon cultivator spat out a black light, turning into various strange beast demon heads, rushing towards the black-clothed demon cultivator.

The monk whose chest was pressed by the nun was suddenly thrown up...

Smashed towards the group of demon cultivators!

The ranger just wanted to go up to respond, but heard the Daoist demon cultivator say: "No!"

Only then did he see countless undulations under the monk's skin, but it was too late to withdraw! The monk's body exploded with a thunder light, and the silent thunder light swept across, instantly pouring into the bodies of the two demon cultivators. The ranger-dressed demon cultivator showed a look of horror and was wiped out little by little in the thunder light.

The resentful nun sneered and came behind the crowd, clapping her hands and hitting several thunder lights.

A military demon cultivator just wanted to riot and approach, but a figure suddenly rushed out of the house next to him, smashing the wooden window.

That martial arts gang qi was like penetrating the gods, instantly along this person's fists and feet, the sharp gang qi turned into a long spear, and when the military demon cultivator couldn't change his moves, he pierced his heart and abdomen.

The storyteller-dressed demon cultivator took out a book, spat out a description, and the book bloomed with magic light, turning into a mighty demon general riding a black unicorn, stepping on the bluestone slab of Daci'en Temple, killing the martial arts cultivator. The martial arts cultivator just wanted to move, but found that the ground under his feet had become a swamp of quicksand, and his legs were deeply trapped in it.

The storyteller demon cultivator said loudly: "The eighth chapter, the dangerous swamp traps the enemy general, the unicorn crosses the waves and kills the visitor!"

The demon general waved his halberd and slashed at the martial arts cultivator's head.

At this time, a golden body, cast like a diamond, flew over, hitting him with a lion seal in his hand...

The monk's exploded flesh and blood suddenly turned into countless poisonous Gu...

A Daoist youth walked slowly, smiled slightly at the Daoist-dressed demon cultivator, and formed an array with clouds and smoke...

The drunken wine drinker swayed, spat out boundless flames, and the sky thunder true fire rolled away...

In a corner of Daci'en Temple, those twelve figures walked into the demon cultivators. In an instant, the confident demon cultivators were killed and injured more than half. Most of them only supported one round, either beheaded by the people they faced, or wrapped in countless silent thunder lights, trapped by clouds and smoke, poisoned by Gu insects.

Finally, either died under a giant iron fist, or were swallowed by the Blood-Transforming Ancient Shendao.

Before long, the noise gradually stopped.

The night... was quiet again!

Qian Chen still sat on the Dou Xiaoyan Pagoda, drinking wine facing the moon, and had already recited the third moon-chanting poem!

Not far away, a monk who opened the meditation room door stared at the clouds and smoke in a corner of the temple for a while, then silently closed the door of the meditation room and patted the yellow paper talisman well.

A little ghost on the eaves of Daci'en Temple saw everything, and was so scared that he didn't dare to breathe.

He thought silently in his heart: "This is not righteous demon-clearing at all, but internal strife in the demonic path! Must report to the Prefect!"

At this time, his neck was suddenly slightly cold, and the little ghost saw a blood-colored sword light under his neck, immediately stood at attention, looked straight ahead, and let the person take away some memories in his soul. The black-clothed demon cultivator withdrew his sword and left... continuing to go to another monk standing outside the meditation room.

Before long, the startled monks all closed their doors and chanted scriptures, not daring to pay attention to the things outside the window.

Two ears do not hear things outside the window, one heart only recites the Tripitaka!

When the moon tilted a corner again, in Chang'an, one hundred and eight god-demons had gathered in Daci'en Temple.

They manifested Dharma images in various parts of the temple, either copper-cast, or entrusted to the murals of Wu Daoxuan, Yin Lin, Yuchi Yiseng, Yang Tingguang, Zheng Qian, Bi Hong, Wang Wei, etc., or turned into good karma mud bodies, or turned into bluestone, painted sculptures, and even Buddha statues in the grottoes, with the flying sky in the murals, faintly surrounding the Big and Dou Xiaoyan Pagodas.

Yan Shu killed through a temple, was passing through the night sky of Chang'an, rushing to the next place, and saw the god-demons in that place, all turning into black shadows, throwing themselves towards Daci'en Temple.

At this time, Daci'en Temple bloomed with a heart-moving sword light...

Illuminating the night sky of Chang'an for three thousand zhang!

Although he didn't know why Qian Chen didn't send a request for help talisman, he still secretly called it bad and followed.

Sima Ziwei led dozens of Daoists, flying on the eaves of Chang'an families, and also saw the place where the demon qi gathered and the sword light shone. After calculating, his face changed drastically, and he led the Daoists to rush over. ===== CHAPTER 187 =====

Sima Ziwei led dozens of Daoist priests, flying and leaping across the eaves of Chang'an houses. He also saw the place where the demonic qi gathered and sword light shone. After calculating with his fingers, his expression changed sharply, and he rushed over with the group of Daoist priests.