The low houses are arranged neatly, and countless vines grow quickly, climbing up the eaves like flowing water, covering the entire village.

The blood moon lays out the scene, people come and go in the streets and alleys, the immortals and mortals are busy and orderly.

Pei Ling's mind instantly scanned the entire village, but he did not detect any trace of "Kong Meng". However, the chess piece corresponding to "Kong Meng" was clearly in this village...

While he was thinking, he had been taken into a small private courtyard by the old man in Mai.

The houses in this courtyard are higher than the houses outside, and they are vaguely guarded in the center of the village.

Striding into the main hall, the old man in sackcloth ordered people to bring the spiritual fluid to serve the guests, and at the same time greeted Pei Ling: "Fellow Taoist, please sit down!"

Pei Ling lifted his robe and sat down, quickly looking around, his eyes resting on the crystal mirror hanging in the hall for a moment, then turning away and looking at the old man in sackcloth not far away.

The old man in linen clothes stroked his long beard and said: "When I am old, I will be the head of this village."

"I don't know what to call my friend?"

Before he finished speaking, a human Mahayana placed a coarse pottery bowl in Pei Ling's hand.

Pei Ling glanced at it and saw that the water in the bowl was clear and clear, with a wisp of dark green slowly dispersing, and a very lively idea jumping in it. He nodded and said: "Junior Pei Ling, I hope you seniors will not disturb your village.

Strange."

"This junior has some means of communication with his companion Kong Meng."

"It's just that since I entered the village, I haven't noticed the aura of 'Kong Meng'. I wonder what the 'escort mission' that Senior Pengmai just mentioned was about?"

Fengmai said: "'Kongmeng' has already left after receiving the escort mission, so naturally he is not in the village."

"As for the task of 'escorting', it involves the secrets of our clan and should not be discussed lightly."

"But Fellow Daoist Pei has the token of that Lord. He must be one of our own, so there is no need to hide it..."

Just as he was talking, there was a sudden rush of footsteps outside.

Immediately, a Mahayana with perfect aura walked in quickly, nodded slightly to Fengmai and said: "Village Chief, the new clan members have arrived, please go to the village chief to meet them!"

Hearing this, Fengmai's expression became solemn, and he immediately turned to Pei Ling and said in a slightly faster voice: "This 'escort' mission will last for three days."

"The day before yesterday, yesterday and today, you can take it all!"

"'Kong Meng' received this mission last night."

"Tonight's mission still requires some preparation before it can begin."

"If Fellow Daoist Pei wants to see Kong Meng now, he has to accept this mission in order to join him."

"I have something to do now, so I can't accompany you for the time being. I would also like to ask fellow Taoist friend Haihan!"

Pei Ling nodded slightly and said, "Senior, please help yourself."

As soon as his voice fell, Fengmai's figure disappeared instantly.

The other Mahayana people in the room followed closely behind, taking one step forward and leaving the small courtyard in an instant.

Pei Ling was suddenly left alone in the wide and empty main hall.

He looked around again and used his habitual means to check the pottery bowl at hand. After confirming that there was no problem, he picked it up and took a sip.

A refreshing inspiration flowed into his mouth along with the sweet taste, and Pei Ling couldn't help but drink the bowl of spiritual liquid in big gulps...

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Outside the village.

The night falls and the blood moon rises.

The vast yellow sand rustled and moved, and countless gravels shivered as thousands of plants and trees rushed to grow. In the blink of an eye, they were completely submerged by the swarming branches and leaves.

The emperor's fluid is vast and nourishes all things.

The desolate ruins are covered bit by bit with varying shades of green.

A human monk wearing a gray robe stood among the ruins with his sleeves rolled up. The mist was like a veil, lingering around them. Under the shadow of the hood, their faces were unclear, except for a pair of cold and calm eyes.

The meaning of perfection is ethereal, like mist that separates and closes, slightly unstable.

The leader of the monk is like a deep well with age, deep darkness, and flawless aura. He is holding a cane half a man's height in his hand. The cane is white in color, and seems to be made of the spine of some powerful immortal. It is cold and cold.

The aura of chaos, evil... was still strong, turning into a gray mist, lingering around the head of the staff.

The cuffs of his gray robe are woven with a dark golden pattern. The pattern is simple and vicissitudes of life, like a tall tower.

The movement of all things growing became more and more noisy, and the sound of gurgling water rose quietly. Many gray-robed monks remained silent and waited patiently.

In a moment, the fog suddenly opened, and Fengmai and his party quickly stepped out of the formation, looked at the gray-robed monks in front of them, their faces were solemn, and they said in a deep voice: "We are attacking the sky, so why not cherish the golden armor!"

Among the gray-robed monks, the leading monk with a staff spoke in a cold, hoarse voice: "The number of days is reincarnation, and the fortunes of fortune and loss!"

The code word is correct!

Fengmai nodded slightly.

The one from last time asked him to investigate the situation of the Ten Thousand Immortals Association, and then he sacrificed some of his own people and finally completed the task.

After that report, that person told him that in the next few days, a new batch of Mahayana would be stationed in various villages.

Therefore, in the past few days, Fengmai has been paying attention to the situation outside the village.

If the compatriot who came to see "Kongmeng" just now had not held the human king's token in his hand, there would have almost been a misunderstanding...

Fortunately, now, the real batch of Mahayana has finally arrived!

In a flash of thought, Fengmai turned sideways to greet the guest: "Please!"

The leading gray-robed monk nodded, and with the many gray-robed monks behind him, stepped into the passage opened in the fog...

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In the village.

Private courtyard.

Pei Lingduan was sitting in the chair, closing his eyes to relax.

Suddenly, he felt something and immediately opened his eyes.

The next moment, Fengmai walked in with several human beings.

All Mahayana breaths are perfect, and all are eighty-one kalpas.

Pei Ling stood up, saluted to Fengmai, and then moved his eyes to the gray-robed monk holding the staff beside him.

Fengmai nodded slightly and said, "Fellow Taoist Pei."

Immediately he looked at the gray-robed monk holding a short staff, "This is the 'half-mother' of the Order of the Buddha."

Then he introduced the "half-mother", "This is fellow Taoist Pei Lingpei, a subordinate of the Human King."

Pei Ling immediately saluted again: "Senior 'half-mother'!"

The "alien mother" looked at Pei Ling, a hint of surprise flashed through her cold eyes under the hood: "The king's subordinates are really capable of producing many people."

This descendant of the human race has a very young bone age!

But the feeling his cultivation gave him was far better than the ordinary Eighty-One Kalpa Mahayana...

At this moment, Pei Ling immediately turned to Fengmai and asked: "Senior, how long until the escort mission starts?"

Fengmai said: "The people are already here, we can start in a moment."

Hearing this, Pei Ling nodded.

Upon hearing that Pei Ling was about to take the escort mission, the "other mother" paid attention to him. After looking at him carefully, he quickly said: "Your cultivation aura means that you no longer need to take on this mission."

"What you have to do next is to become an immortal!"

"Although Jianmu is now controlled by those fallen immortals, we humans have our own path, and we cannot become immortals by climbing Jianmu."

Pei Ling shook his head and said, "Senior's kindness is appreciated by this junior."

"However, this junior took on this mission to find companions."

"As for becoming an immortal, I now have a path, but the time has not yet come."

The "half-mother" was slightly startled, then nodded: "That's it."

After saying this, he turned to Fengmai and continued, "The Mahayana people I brought this time are not yet stable and have no practical experience."

"You need to arrange various tasks as soon as possible, train them, and use the fastest speed to bring out their potential and enrich their experience."

"When cutting Jianmu, at least half of these people must be useful!"

Fengmai immediately said: "I will arrange it immediately!"

"Tonight, let them familiarize themselves with the environment and conditions inside and outside the village, and get to know the elders in the village."

"Starting from tomorrow night, we will first arrange for the old man to take them out to hunt fallen immortals. After they accumulate some experience, we will cultivate their ability to be independent."

The "other mother" nodded, and then said: "Beheading Jianmu is by no means the end of our clan's war, but the beginning!"

"Next, there are Fusang to be chopped down and Xunmu to be destroyed!"

"The Dragon Clan and the Golden Crow Clan should also be executed!"

"Nine-tailed fox, Kunpeng, Xie, Dijiang... none of these so-called powerful clans can be left behind!"

"Also Netherworld must kneel before our clan's feet and obey orders!"
To be continued...