Beijing, Tianshu Pavilion.
As night falls, the stars are swaying in the sky, with overlapping brilliance. In the city, thousands of lights are like fireflies. Although they cannot compete with the stars, they are bright and warm, making people feel peaceful.
In the dark night, a little light can easily bring peace of mind.
At this moment, Su Ming stood on the top of the pavilion, wearing a moon-white monk's robe, carrying a magic sword behind his back. The hilt was simple and elegant, the sword body was exquisite and gorgeous, and the sword tassel was decorated with fine blue gems, like a perfect work of art.
In Su Ming's left hand, he was holding a jade flute. The flute had a pure white body, and a long sandalwood-brown jade tassel hung from the corner, embellished with golden leaves. The overall texture is transparent and delicate, and the color is fresh and elegant, presenting a noble and refined classical beauty.
These are his karma-killing sword and the Celestial Flute, which are also the only two spiritual treasures he has on his body.
With the gift of Quezhou and the spiritual brilliance of the Lingbao, it is easy to cast the Lingbao. After all, generally speaking, the spiritual brilliance of the Lingbao and the Lingbao are integrated and difficult to separate.
But Quezhou was able to use the consciousness of one hundred and eight eminent monks to condense the aura of the Manjusri Sword and the Celestial Flute. This shows how powerful Quezhou would be if it were the real one.
Su Ming put the Heavenly Flute to his lips and played it slowly.
The next moment, a melodious melody sounded. The sound of the flute was clear, long-distance, and ethereal. He could not help but feel calm after hearing it, washing away the mundane world. The sound of the flute was restricted by him to the Xuanjing Division, and no sound could be heard from the outside world.
In an instant, as the sound of the flute reached their ears, all the secret guards and monks in the Xuanjing Division were shaken. They put down their official duties, closed their eyes, and immersed themselves in it. Their minds slowly returned to peace, as if they had entered the realm of heaven and humans.
I don't know when, the flute sound has ended, but everyone is still immersed in it, and it will be unforgettable for a long time.
At this time, as everyone woke up, many people began to scream, because they discovered that in a short period of time, their cultivation had improved a lot, and what was more, they had directly crossed a realm.
"As expected of the Imperial Master, he indeed has great magical powers!" Someone cast their gaze on the top of Tianshu Pavilion, their eyes full of reverence. Among these people, the deputy cameraman Lin Hu was so shocked that he was speechless.
Just now, his cultivation level has been perfected in one step, directly reaching the Great Perfection of Nascent Soul Realm, and he can become a powerful Yuanshen with one more step.
It can be said that Su Ming's flute music saved him from walking a lot.
But at this moment, his heart was extremely complicated. On the one hand, he was very grateful to Su Ming and his gift. On the other hand, he was somewhat hostile to Su Ming. He was hostile to him for withdrawing from the northwest after taking office. The lack of manpower brought his master Chen Faxuan's case to a standstill.
He has always been worried about the death of his master Chen Faxuan. Since his death, Lin Hu has been frantically tracing what happened in the northwest.
In the past two years, they secretly investigated many things. All the monks who participated in the siege and murder of his master were discovered and then executed.
The land in the northwest was already rotten. Various forces were intertwined and formed a big network, and Chen Faxuan died in the entanglement of this big network.
As for the monks who took action in the first place, they were just scapegoats.
He had already reported this matter to His Majesty, but he did not receive any orders afterwards.
Then, the Xuanjing Division was leaderless, and he hurried back to the capital to take charge. Even in the capital, he had no hope of pursuing the matter.
However, he did not expect that the so-called Grand Master of Zhou would stop the matter as soon as he came up. This was why he was hostile to Su Ming.
For Su Ming, he was naturally aware of Lin Hu's hostility and knew what he was thinking, but he did not explain it.
Because Lin Hu would never know that the one who issued this order was not Su Ming but Emperor Shenwu.
At first, Su Ming also thought about going to the northwest to investigate Chen Faxuan's death in person, but before he could take action, Emperor Shenwu issued a secret order, so he had no choice but to give up.
He didn't care about the reason for Chen Faxuan's death. What he cared about were the mysterious forces entrenched in the northwest, the three sects of Buddhism, Taoism and Demon. He had already come into contact with the leader of the demon sect, Blood Butain, except for the Shaolin Temple and the Kunlun Taoist Sect.
However, don't worry now, people from these three sects will come to him soon...
Just when Su Ming's thoughts were changing, his luck began to increase rapidly, and in the blink of an eye it surged to 50,000. He was slightly startled, and then he understood.
He naturally knows what the inner demon incarnation is doing in Southern Xinjiang. Now that his luck has increased so much, he should have completely controlled the world of immortality in Southern Xinjiang.
All along, the luck Su Ming consumed was the luck of the Great Zhou Dynasty, but what the incarnation of the inner demon brought to him was the luck of the immortal path.
Cultivation of immortals naturally requires luck. Most of the luck of immortality in this world is divided up by the three sects, and the rest are just their vassals, and few are independent.
He has infected the Immortal Cultivating Sects in Southern Xinjiang, and it can be said that he dug a piece of flesh out of the three sects. Presumably, the three sects have noticed it now.
However, he is not afraid, the power of the Heart Demon Sutra has just begun!
At this moment, Su Ming looked dimly at the French net hidden above the capital. On it, gods were sitting on the nodes, with endless power, covering the entire capital.
At the same time, they also absorbed the power of faith from the entire capital.
This was also the reason why Su Ming noticed them.
These gods exuded a strong scent of incense, but it was different from the brilliance of the monk's thoughts, but he could vaguely see the colorful halos emanating from the thoughts of these gods. Inside were living beings and the sound of chanting, one after another, praising. and singing praises.
Since Emperor Shenwu canonized the gods, many gods have quickly divided up the power of incense in the capital, large and small. They have set rules for all living beings, so that living beings will not violate their rules and regulations.
Believe in something, follow the rules, and do not exceed the rules. Over time, they will become consistent. After getting used to it, they will become very regular and have pure thoughts.
People who believe in gods may have different manifestations in the real world, but they have sustenance and compliance in the spiritual world. They are paranoid and single-minded, and are particularly powerful.
The incense of the gods is extracted from the pure thoughts of believers. When extracted, it is very pure and suitable for its own rules.
Therefore, the gods will develop believers and love fanatical believers and loyal believers. Everything comes from the idea of incense.
But in this way, he would not be very friendly to Su Ming.
Shangjing City is the center of power in the Great Zhou Dynasty. It is a place where people's hearts are complicated and treacherous. Logically speaking, the people here should be driven by strong desires and have more distracting thoughts than the people in other places.
However, Su Ming discovered that in Shangjing City, except for those in the government who did not believe in religion or worship gods, almost all the people worshiped gods in their homes.
Those with poor families worship one statue, while those with wealthy families worship several or even dozens of statues.
Scenes like this have become customs and have penetrated into people's daily lives. This made Su Ming think that in the future, if he spread the inner demon path widely, he would definitely encounter the gods.
Because the incense of believers is the lifeblood of gods. If it does not belong to believers, their thoughts are complicated and they cannot breed the incense that gods dare to absorb.
Now, the monks are already destined to be the enemies of the inner demons, and now they may have to add the gods as well.
Thinking of this, Su Ming's lips curved into a smile, and his eyes showed endless fighting spirit.
Inner demons are destined to be enemies of all living beings.
And he is destined to be the savior of all sentient beings!
