Xiao Luyao glared and choked back Feng Wannian's words.

"Don't say anything that is not conducive to unity." Xiao Luyao's face softened slightly: "The mountain gate attaches great importance to this matter. It has organized a patrol team with nine squads and sixteen posts to patrol day and night. Those people who pretend to be gods and ghosts will definitely be caught."

"Cough cough cough..."

At this moment, Li Mo couldn't hold back a sip of his drink and was choked.

"Why did you choke after taking a sip of wine!?" Feng Wannian patted Li Mo on the back and comforted him.

"It's okay, it's okay."

Li Mo laughed twice. It seemed that he had been too unscrupulous these days while refining the [White Bone Parasite Talisman] in the mountains.

However, the skeleton he created has reached perfection and it is impossible to give up just now.

"I'm going to do an experiment at the foot of the mountain tonight. I heard that there is a mass grave there." Li Mo was thinking in his mind.

…

It's late at night.

The moon is dark and the wind is high, at the foot of Luofu Mountain.

In front of the dilapidated temple, a bonfire burned brightly, reflecting on everyone's faces.

A tender leg of lamb has been roasted until it is sizzling with oil, and the skin is crispy. It is obviously cooked well.

Xiao Luyao took out cumin, salt and other seasonings and sprinkled them evenly on the lamb legs. Suddenly, the strong aroma of meat came.

"Senior Sister Xiao, why did our patrol come down the mountain?"

At this moment, a two-star demon hunter stared at the leg of lamb and couldn't help but say.

"I heard that the white-bone demon only haunts the mountains." Another petite girl couldn't help but say.

The eight of them were drawn from various courtyards and led by Xiao Luyao to patrol the mountain.

"The devil is cunning and cannot be kept in his hands day and night. We may gain something by waiting at the foot of the mountain."

As he spoke, Xiao Luyao couldn't help but turn her head and look to the west.

There is a mass grave hidden there, and since the demon is an illusion of bones, it may use that place as its lair.

Xiao Luyao's eyes shone with wisdom, and he took out a dagger and prepared to cut the leg of lamb.

When everyone saw this, their appetites immediately increased. Under this wilderness mountain, in the dark and cold night, being able to enjoy a roast leg of lamb was considered to be a joy in hardship.

"Amitabha, the lamb is innocent, so why bother grilling it?"

At this moment, a loud sound of Buddha's name came from the dark night.

Xiao Luyao's eyes narrowed slightly, and when she looked up, she saw a young monk walking towards him under the moonlight. His figure seemed to blend into the wind, and he was in front of him in the blink of an eye.

The monk was young, with handsome features and straw shoes. He had a compassionate expression, but his clear and compassionate eyes fell on the roasted lamb leg that was sizzling with oil.

"Amitabha, put more chili pepper and less salt. The monk can't eat it too salty."

The monk clasped his hands together, and the Buddha's name echoed in the dark night.

When everyone heard this, they were stunned for a moment and seemed to have not come back to their senses.

Just when everyone was confused, the monk had already arrived in front of the bonfire, stretched out his right hand, and grabbed the leg of the lamb.

"Where did this crazy monk come from!?"

Xiao Luyao frowned slightly, holding the sword secret in her hand, and her powerful inner breath was like a breath of sword energy, directly hitting Seng Mi's wrist.

Buzz…

The young monk didn't even look at it. With a flick of his wrist, the terrifying inner breath roared like a strong wind, blowing the bonfire hunting. The unparalleled power was like a drum in the evening and a bell in the morning. It actually broke Xiao Luyao's sword finger.

The terrifying aftermath swept across the area and actually knocked everyone away.

"Ninth level master...are you...Xi Chanshan!?" Xiao Luyao's beautiful face turned pale, and her beautiful eyes revealed a look of shock.

In the world of Buddhism, Western Zen is revered.

That is one of the top mountain gates in the world, as famous as Yaoshen Mountain and Martial Arts Mountain.

The "Monk King" who is one of the "Xuantian Seven Wonders" today came from Xichan Mountain.

When the Monk King was young, in order to see the former glory of [Black Sword], he once came to Luofu Mountain and sat there for hundreds of days, which silenced everyone in Luofu.

The monk in front of him was so young that he had already reached the ninth level. Apart from Xichan Mountain, Xiao Luyao couldn't think of any other place where he could train such a monster.

"Female donor, you have good eyesight..." Monk Mi whispered, just put away the roasted leg of lamb, and ate happily while chanting the Buddha's name.

"The little monk Wu Se comes from Xichan Mountain."

"Why did you, the monk from Xichan Mountain, come to our Luofu Mountain?" Xiao Luyao was surprised. The strength of the monk in front of him remained horribly unchanged. The sum of them together was not enough for each other to drink a pot.

The top mountain gate in the world truly deserves its reputation.

"The young monk came here to follow the footsteps of his predecessors..."

Wu Se whispered, and by his predecessors, he naturally meant the [Monk King] back then.

"you……"

Xiao Luyao clenched her silver teeth, feeling furious for a moment.

The same thing happened to the Monk King back then. His words about Buddhism were boundless and he could save all sentient beings, but his actions were murderous and tyrannical, which made even the top of Mount Luofu unable to lift their heads.

Now this young monk worshiped the mountain late at night, and as soon as he met him, he showed his strength and strength, which made Xiao Luyao and others tremble with fear and did not dare to go beyond it.

Such a prestige does not live up to the name of Xichan Mountain.

"Amitabha, the mountain is not high, but the leg of lamb is a bit shabby!"

Wu Shi ate until his mouth was full of oil. He threw aside the mutton leg that was chewed until only the bones were left. He clasped his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name. There was only compassion in his eyes.

"You..." Xiao Luyao was furious for a moment.

This monk was so arrogant that he even ate their lamb legs and was still so picky.

"Female donor, please lead the way." Wu Color whispered.

"What are you going to do?" Xiao Luyao's heart skipped a beat.

"I traveled far west and came here to pay my respects." Wu Se whispered softly.

"Monk, you..." Xiao Luyao gritted her teeth, but before she could finish her words, she suddenly froze, her round eyes staring into the distance, her beautiful face showing an expression of disbelief.

"Bone demon!?"

Everyone was moved when they heard this and turned around to look.

Sure enough, under the moonlight, a strange white skeleton walked forward. It seemed that it felt everyone's gaze, but its sinister skull turned slightly, and its empty eye sockets stared straight at it.

"Um!?"

Faced with such a scene, Wu Color couldn't help but show a strange expression.

Under the Luofu Mountain, there are actually demons!?

This trip must have been in vain.

"Amitabha, big bone soup, delicious and mellow!"
Chapter completed!