Chapter 35 The killing intent can no longer be suppressed

Chapter 35 The killing intent can no longer be suppressed

Chapter 35 The killing intent can no longer be suppressed
"I didn't expect that there is a Taoist temple among these 100,000 mountains. It's really strange."

Song Qiuyue was wearing a light blue skirt with a colorful cloud-like ribbon tied around her waist. She had bright eyebrows and white teeth, and her facial features were soft yet heroic. She was eighteen or nineteen years old, at the peak of her youth.

"It must be an owner's land. The footprints on the ground haven't faded away yet."

A monk looked down at the footprints under his feet. They were very messy, with about seven or eight people.

"Let's go up and take a look. If there is anyone there, ask them if they have seen the golden light last night."

Last night, a golden sun rose over the Shiwanda Mountains.

Although it disappeared in just a moment.

But countless evil spirits sensed it.

The gods also sensed it.

Song Qiuyue was meditating in the wooden temple at the time, and the gods seemed to be crazy, urging her to find the location of the golden light.

Get it at all costs.

But why should I get it?

The gods could not give an answer.

They just instinctively desire the thing that emits golden light.

"If we find that thing, everyone will be credited with a great achievement."

"I dare not worry about it!"

The monks were very excited.

For these servants, achieving a great feat is something they could only dream of.

Not only can your cultivation level be further improved.

It can also help you escape from your status as a domestic slave and move up a level.

However, this is just superficial excitement.

The gods only gave a rough direction but no exact location. Who could find that thing?
It's just a way to deal with things.

"Let's go!"

Song Qiuyue chuckled, climbed the stairs, and walked leisurely like a rich girl enjoying the scenery.

She is so leisurely and carefree.

The monks who followed her naturally did not dare to urge her.

Everyone followed behind, not daring to go beyond the limit.

You have to know that this person is the niece of Song Tiangang, the governor of Xuzhou, and a noble lady from an aristocratic family.

His own cultivation level has even broken through to the Nascent Soul stage.

An eighteen or nineteen year old female Yuanying cultivator, and also a girl from an aristocratic family.

With two halos superimposed, you can naturally do whatever you want.

Even if they were asked to capture a few evil creatures, they would have no choice but to do it.

But fortunately, this time I just came here intentionally to look for the thing emitting golden light. Whether I can find it or not is not a big deal. The real mission is still to immigrate.

Immigration matters are not Song Qiuyue's responsibility.

Once she finds a suitable place, she will go back to Xuzhou City.

The rest will naturally be left to others.

Originally, it was impossible for Song Qiuyue to do such a small thing, but in fact she volunteered. It was not for the sake of gilding her reputation, but because her parents passed away early, and she had been raised as a daughter by Song Tiangang.

Song Tiangang was the governor of the Dakang Dynasty. He was busy with all kinds of affairs on weekdays and had no time to take care of his niece. Therefore, it was actually Song Tiangang's concubines who took care of her on a daily basis.

The Twelfth Lady took good care of Song Qiuyue.

Now the Twelfth Lady died in the Shiwanda Mountains.

Although Song Qiuyue knew clearly that the end would be no body left, she always wanted to come and take a look. If she ran into the evil creature who killed the Twelve Madams, she would kill it and give an explanation.

As for whether or not we can find that evil...

Aren’t there ten thousand mountains everywhere?

A noble family is like a big tree. As the saying goes, it is nice to take shelter under a big tree, but you have to hold on to this big tree tightly.

Sometimes, you don’t have to care about the substance, but you must keep the appearance.

Otherwise, Song Qiuyue, who was an orphan, would probably become a marginal figure in the Song family.

What is priceless.

That just keeps your feet away from the mud.

Yuqiong Mountain is not very high.

The mountain is not a good mountain, and the water is not a good water.

Moreover, at this time of year, the trees on the mountain have basically lost their green leaves, and the bare branches make the mountain look even more desolate.

"Is this place called Jingxian Temple?"

Song Qiuyue glanced at the gate of Jingxian Temple and shook her head with a smile.

On the path of cultivation, the limit is reaching the Nascent Soul stage.

If you go any higher you can only become a god by sitting on the ground.

This Taoist temple is actually called Jingxian Temple. Even the immortals are not clean? Or do they want to purify the immortals? It really doesn't make sense.

After crossing the mountain gate and walking up a hundred or so steps, the space in front of you suddenly becomes bright.

Song Qiuyue and other monks also saw Chen Huangpi, Yubaba and others.

Just one glance.

Song Qiuyue lost interest.

An old woman in the Jindan stage and a Taoist boy who looked to be about eight or nine years old but was quite handsome, were not worthy of her attention.

"Go up and ask."

Song Qiuyue signaled the servants to come forward and ask.

She herself looked at the Jingxian Temple with great interest.

The shape is simple and quaint, with green bricks and tiles, and every blade of grass and tree is very exquisite, but the smell of incense is very faint, so faint that it makes people wonder if the gods enshrined in this Taoist temple are about to die.

Although the place is not big, it is not small either.

And there are people living here, which means it is relatively safe.

It can be used as a destination for immigrants.

As for the people living in this Taoist temple.

Song Qiuyue didn't care.

A monk walked up to Tangbaba and asked, "Are you the person in charge of this Taoist temple?"

"To reply to this noble sir, I am only staying here temporarily, not the host but a guest."

Yubaba's attitude was very cautious.

These monks gave her a very bad impression.

Each of them has reached the Nascent Soul stage like the Twelfth Madam.

Moreover, judging from their clothes, they are exactly the same as those of the Twelfth Lady's servants.

Have to take it seriously.

"May I ask your name, sir?"

"You can just call me Zhao Hai."

The monk Zhao Hai said calmly: "I see that you have some cultivation. Did you see the golden light last night?"

Last night was golden and generous.

Yubaba was exhausted and woke up at dawn, so she didn't see anything.

In fact, you shouldn't let your guard down when you're in a strange place.

What’s more, it is in Jingxian Temple.

But Yubaba really had lost her spirit.

Because she knew that if something really happened, with her cultivation level and the state of the Fox Mountain God, she would have no ability to resist at all.

I just fell into a deep sleep.

But now Zhao Hai opened his mouth.

Yubaba felt something was wrong.

She had seen Chen Huangpi turn a brass oil lamp into a dog, and she also knew how extraordinary the brass oil lamp was.

Therefore, with Yubaba's wisdom, it was easy to guess that the golden light was either caused by the brass oil lamp, or by Chen Huangpi or his weird master.

no matter who……

It's none of her business.

Think of this.

Granny Tang said, "There was a golden light last night, but I don't know where it came from. I have lived in the Shiwan Mountains for decades, but this is the first time I have encountered such a strange sight. Did you come here just for it?" Zhao Hai's face changed drastically, and he roared, "How dare you lie to us? The golden light clearly appeared here. If you don't tell me the truth, I will peel off your skin."

As he spoke, the aura around him suddenly surged.

It was as terrifying as a burning flame.

Yubaba groaned. The pressure from Zhao Hai, a Yuanying cultivator, almost made her vomit blood.

"I am a lowly person, how dare I deceive you."

"I really don't know what that golden light is. Please show some mercy, sir."

Yubaba's already hunched body bent down again involuntarily.

Zhao Hai's face was gloomy.

At this time, a monk secretly sent him a message: "This old woman is telling the truth."

Naturally, there are means of lie detection among monks.

In fact, soul searching is the most convenient way.

Unfortunately, after the changes in heaven and earth, the monks who embarked on another wrong path lost this means.

Instead, they developed a method for lie detection.

Although it's not that useful, it's enough.

God knows, although Yubaba lived in the Ten Thousand Mountains, she had gone out when she was young and witnessed the methods of the monks.

Therefore, she naturally knew how to deal with it.

Zhao Hai frowned, but said: "We followed the direction of the golden light and only saw this Taoist temple along the way. Could it be that the golden light is even further away?"

Go further inside.

But it is the deepest and most bizarre place in the Shiwan Mountains.

Although Governor Xu ordered them to bring a hundred gods over.

But they were just the vanguard, leading only sixty gods. Once they found a suitable place, the other forty gods would come with the large group of immigrants.

The sixty gods are already powerful enough. If they encounter any ordinary evil on the outskirts of the Ten Thousand Mountains, they can kill it with a wave of their hands.

If you encounter something particularly evil, protecting yourself is not a problem.

If you want to go deeper into the Shiwan Mountains...

I'm afraid the gods will be angry.

"Miss, does the god have any instructions?"

Zhao Hai bent down humbly, and his attitude was very humble.

Song Qiuyue said calmly: "The gods didn't give any instructions, but the direction is definitely correct."

Having said that, Song Qiuyue signaled Zhao Hai to withdraw his pressure.

The latter immediately did so.

"Thank you, miss."

Yubaba bowed reluctantly, and then she felt as if she had been pardoned, and she swallowed the trace of blood in her mouth.

Song Qiuyue ignored Yubaba.

She has always liked beautiful things, so she naturally looked down on Yubaba, an ugly monk who was very old and had only reached the Golden Core stage of cultivation.

Even saying one more word made her feel sick.

"You come."

Song Qiuyue pointed at Chen Huangpi.

"Call me?"

"Yes, come here and step forward."

"Oh oh."

Chen Huangpi walked forward and stood in front of Song Qiuyue.

Well, she wasn’t beautiful when viewed up close, not as charming and alluring as the Twelfth Madam.

Song Qiuyue felt annoyed when being stared at like that, so she took another step back.

Thinking that he would not argue with this wild Taoist in the mountains, he said calmly: "From what I see in your clothes, you are the Taoist from the Jingxian Temple, right?"

"I'm not from Jingxian Temple."

Chen Huangpi shook his head and corrected, "Jingxian Temple is mine. Although it is not mine now, it will definitely be in the future. This is what my master said."

"Oh? You still have a master?"

Song Qiuyue was a little surprised. She then realized that Chen Huangpi was also a cultivator.

And his aura was very strange.

He looks like a cultivator in the body training stage, and also like a cultivator in the Qi training stage.

But if you look closely, it seems to be the foundation-building stage.

But there is an indescribable feeling that is more than that of a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage.

All in all, one word: weird.

And there is also a master.

Could he be some reclusive master hiding in the mountains?
But if you really want to escape from the world, why do you escape to this damn place?
Chen Huangpi looked at Song Qiuyue strangely and said, "If I don't have a master, then where did I come from?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Song Qiuyue lost interest.

Looks like a stupid one.

"Naturally, your parents gave birth to you."

"Not at all."

Chen Huangpi said: "I don't have parents, I only have a master."

Hearing this, Song Qiuyue sneered and said casually: "Without parents, aren't you an orphan?"

“I am not an orphan.”

"Without parents, you are an orphan."

"Okay, I'm an orphan, but do you have parents?"

These words made Song Qiuyue stunned.

The faces of all the monks present changed drastically.

Everyone stared at Chen Huangpi with murderous eyes.

Granny Tang also saw something and said quickly, "Don't be angry, my dear. The young man has a simple character and has no bad intentions. He just speaks his mind too quickly. Please forgive me..."

"what……"

Song Qiuyue suddenly burst into laughter; her laughter was pleasant to the ears, like a clear spring in a valley, refreshing to the heart, and adding three points of brightness to her appearance.

"Interesting, interesting."

"My parents died when I was young, and I was raised by my uncle as his daughter. My uncle loved me and would not allow anyone to mention this matter in front of me."

"You are still the first."

The beautiful Song Qiuyue smiled lightly, then walked over to Chen Huangpi and looked at him carefully.

That look seemed to be able to see Chen Huangpi's heart clearly.

It’s just that girls develop earlier than boys.

Song Qiuyue is two heads taller than Chen Huangpi.

Such a close distance.

Chen Huangpi could see Song Qiuyue's extremely fair skin, her smooth and slender neck, and her skirt that rose from her chest and then contracted to her waist.

"Is it nice?"

Song Qiuyue laughed wantonly.

"nice."

Chen Huangpi said with difficulty, feeling uncomfortable all over.

His heart was beating faster, his face was hot, and his mouth was dry.

He could only cover his heart and lower his head.

Song Qiuyue said: "Raise your head."

Chen Huangpi did not do so, but instead took a few steps back.

"Don't come here."

"Why?"

The smile on Song Qiuyue's face became even more wanton.

There was a murderous intent in his wantonness.

At this time, Chen Huangpi raised his head and said seriously: "Because my killing intent is about to be suppressed."

(End of this chapter)