Zhao Meng took the bus in the city and looked at all kinds of people and monsters on the roadside.
There was some fluctuation in my heart, in this world.
Most people are ordinary people, and most demons are also ordinary demons.
On the streets, there are waiters shouting to attract customers, as well as strong monsters working as coolies.
There are also people and demons, dressed up in funny looks, performing some kind of opera in an attic.
In these two world cities, humans and monsters have reached a strange balance.
Every ordinary person and every ordinary demon is a survivor in this bustling city. At least here, there seems to be no difference between them as the bottom.
At this moment, the cat demon who was regarded as public transportation suddenly stopped.
The inertia caused by the sudden braking almost threw Zhao Meng out.
"What's wrong? Are we already here?"
Before Zhao Meng could react, there was an exclamation from the people around him:
"He's from the Demon Suppressing Temple!"
Following the exclamation, the people and monsters on the street dispersed in an instant.
Even the other passengers who were riding in the "car" with Zhao Meng also jumped out of the "car" and left. Zhao Meng was left in a daze on the public transportation.
"Is the reputation of Demon Suppression Temple so scary?"
"By suppressing these two cities, we have caused countless murders, so they will naturally be afraid!"
Zhao Meng, who was at a loss what to do, turned around when he heard the familiar voice and saw a Taoist standing at the head of the cat cart.
As the Taoist appeared, Zhao Meng could feel that the big cat was trembling and was very afraid of the intruder.
When Zhao Meng saw the person clearly, instead of being afraid, he showed a look of surprise:
"Taoist Priest Qingxuan!"
"I didn't expect you to be alive!" Qingxuan looked Zhao Meng up and down with a probing look in his eyes.
"Come with me!"
Qingxuan glanced at the surrounding situation and didn't say anything to Zhao Meng. He just waved his sleeves.
Zhao Meng felt a sudden spin. When he regained consciousness again,
I found myself in a Taoist temple.
"Alas! They went anyway!"
Zhao Meng, who had just regained consciousness, heard Qing Xuan sigh:
"That's all! Even if I can stop today, I can't stop tomorrow!"
After saying that, Qingxuan shook his head and looked at Zhao Meng.
At this time, Zhao Meng was still looking at the surrounding environment.
He felt vaguely familiar with this ancient, quiet Taoist temple.
"Wait a minute, isn't this the Demon Suppression Temple on Liangjie Mountain?"
In the memory of his predecessor, when he was imprisoned in the Two Realms Mountains, he had entered the Demon Suppression Temple on the Two Realms Mountains, so he still had some impressions of that place.
Seeing what Zhao Meng saw, Qingxuan nodded and said:
"This is the Demon Suppression Temple on Liangjie Mountain. It was moved here eighteen years ago!"
"Eighteen years ago!"
Hearing Qingxuan mention this, Zhao Meng couldn't help but ask:
"Taoist Priest, what happened eighteen years ago?"
"Eighteen years ago..." Qingxuan's eyes flashed with confusion, and then he shook his head gently:
"Let's talk about the past things later."
"Come! Let me see...your physical condition first."
While talking, Qingxuan directed Zhao Meng to sit down cross-legged, and then began to investigate Zhao Meng's situation.
"When your Yang source was exhausted, I gave you Turtle Breath Pill and Bigu Pill, and then threw you into the Yangxi Spring of Liangjie Mountain in the hope that you could recover."
"Not long after, the demon world in the west suddenly fell into chaos.
Countless big monsters came to the Two Realms Mountain where we were guarding, trying to dig up the mountain to look for someone! "
"Although our strength has reached the top of the human race, we are still outnumbered. Alas..."
"Okay, let's talk about your situation!"
"You are indeed a mortal, and there is nothing wrong with your body?" After the examination, Qingxuan looked at Zhao Meng with strange eyes:
"Do you still remember why you lost Yangyuan?"
Hearing such a question, Zhao Meng shook his head gently and said:
"I don't remember either!"
After Qingxuan stared at Zhao Meng for a moment, he guessed:
"I think at that time, a big demon sneaked into the Two Realms Mountain in advance. Facing that kind of big demon, you didn't have time to react."
"But why did they dig up Liangjie Mountain?"
After saying this, Qingxuan fell silent. Zhao Meng didn't know what to say, so he was also silent.
In this way, the two people who were originally talking became very quiet.
Seeing that the atmosphere became a little weird,
Zhao Meng was about to speak to interrupt the atmosphere, but he heard Qing Xuan's voice again:
"What are your plans next?"
"Are you going back to Zhao Kingdom?"
"Zhao Guo!"
Upon hearing this familiar yet unfamiliar country, Zhao Meng asked:
"Is King Zhao still alive?"
"Yeah!" Qingxuan nodded.
"Taoist Priest, you also know my situation!"
"In this case, it's better to stay in Two Realms City. It just so happens that our Demon Suppression Temple is also short of people!"
"Aren't these two cities under the control of the State of Zhao?"
Qingxuan shook his head.
"If I stay in the Demon Suppression Temple, can I come and go freely?"
"certainly!"
"However! We at the Demon Suppressing Temple are suppressing the cities of these two realms. There are many enemies, so we should try our best to go out as little as possible!"
"Since I'm in danger, can Taoist Master teach me some self-protection methods?"
Hearing this exchange condition, Qingxuan hesitated for a moment, and then nodded.
"After you disappeared that year, the Zhao Kingdom clan removed you, and the previous restrictions were no longer there.
However, your Yuanyang has lost its innate nature, and my method of suppressing demons is no longer suitable for you.
There are some miscellaneous methods in the library. If you are interested, you can look for opportunities. If you can find them, I will give you some guidance! "
Next, Qingxuan exchanged a few words with Zhao Meng.
Taoist Qingxuan seemed to have something to do, so he did not question Zhao Meng too much. Instead, he handed Zhao Meng over to a young Taoist boy and left in a hurry, as if he was chasing someone.
…
"This is your residence."
"The canteen is just out of the courtyard and turns left. If you need anything else, come find me..."
"Thank you!"
"By the way! My name is Bai Geng!"
Zhao Meng sent away the Taoist boy named Bai Geng, closed the door, looked at the neat room in front of him, recalled the conversation with Qing Xuan just now, and sighed silently:
"Qingxuan still has doubts about me!"
Zhao Meng can also understand this,
After all, the time when he disappeared was too coincidental. Not long after he disappeared, those big monsters came to his door. It was easy to think of something.
Fortunately, he is just a mortal and has no magic power at all.
In this case, Qingxuan could not find any clues no matter how he checked.
"But he still let me stay in the Demon Suppression Temple!"
"I have nowhere to go now, so it doesn't matter if I stay here."
At this time, Zhao Meng took out a jade token from his arms.
His heart gradually became excited, and Qingxuan finally agreed to his practice.
With this token, he can go to the library to check out the exercises and borrow them.
In his previous life, he had fantasized about becoming an immortal, gaining magic power, etc. But if the fantasy could really come true, how could he not be happy?
However, Qingxuan's words before leaving in a hurry still aroused his worries.
"The loss of innate source yang seems to affect practice."
"That's right! Speaking of practice, I have another technique here!"
Zhao Meng thought of something, took out a roll of animal skin from his arms, and examined it.
