Lin Yuxi sneered softly: "I thought there was something big, but I didn't expect it to be these trivial matters. Do you think I need to worry about them?"

Is it worth it?

Chen Guanshui also asked in his heart.

It is definitely not necessary - Lin Yuxi doesn't have to worry about the life and death of the foundation-building cultivators and Qi-refining cultivators on the third level. As a leader who comes to the door, she only needs to hold the Yuanying True Lord and the seeds that have formed the first-grade golden elixir tightly in her hands. Everyone else, including the head of the inner sect, as well as those disciples who think they are very talented and in fact are indeed very talented and likely to become the foundation-building Great Perfection of the First-grade Golden elixir, and the Jindan True Persons who constitute the most components of this sect in the future, are all just weights that can be easily abandoned on the scale of her Yuanshen True Person.

Is it a pity to use it?

It will not be a pity at all - even if all the people in the third floor of Yuncheng die, they will still be as prosperous as before destruction in a hundred years. There will always be a new generation of people born, a new generation of mortals with spiritual roots will be screened out, and then the destroyed ant nest will be rebuilt step by step.

But Chen Guanshui still sat very straight, and said firmly and sincerely: "Master, you come to me to inherit the Taoist tradition."

Chen Guanshui thought Lin Yuxi would definitely understand the rest of the words she had not said. If the greatest reliance of her sect showed cold blood and indifference so directly in front of all the disciples of Baiyun Temple, instead of covering them with some carefully designed curtains, the most likely result would be--After a short time, the sect would lose the possibility of maintaining a most basic order, and almost all people would not be able to calm down and practice, nor would they be loyal to the sect anymore. In the end, Baiyun Temple would only become the game field for Lin Yuxi, the real person of the soul. Those poor people turned into the spirit birds in the golden cage, and used all their singing voices to be rewarded at will to a certain cat for food.

Such a Baiyun Temple is a magic sect.

Chen Guanshui didn't want to throw all his time in the next hundred years into a black hole where he could not see any hope or feel any trust. He used all his energy to fight against those enemies who sneaked into the sect with countless strange purposes. He killed hundreds or thousands of people every day, and he would like a gambler to judge numbers. He would imagine his true heart in the huge waves of typhoons and waves, not let it be contaminated by the dust outside, not ignited by his own desires, and not be impacted and shattered by those strange twists and mutations.

Just looking at the internal interpretations of the cultivation sects recorded in the Confucian scriptures summarized by the Confucian Sect, Chen Guanshui could grit his teeth and tremble. The sects that practice ghost path stipulate the law of killing within the sect, and also allow the cruelty of up to one-quarter of the disciples to die every year. The dead disciples are all sacrificed and refined into magic weapons in the hands of the winners, or those evil ghosts who are lost in everything and have only ice and cold power. The sects that practice Yin and Yang are allowed to be disciplined within the sect and restrain morality and human nature. The final result is hell one by one. Sects that practice war, killing, revenge, darkness, pain, etc. that tend to be turbid paths also use a kind of wanton blood to create an atmosphere that is just suitable for the road, but use the blood of countless innocent people.

Then Chen Aluo walked over with the little hedgehog and patted Chen Guanshui hard on the shoulder: "You are just thinking too much. My sister is really right. You can ruin anything you didn't have before."

Chen Aluo's tone was old-fashioned, but a little girl who was only five years old stood up and was only as tall as herself. She stretched out a small hand like a tender lotus root and twisted her face by patting her shoulder. Although Chen Guanshui was frowning in her heart, she could only bear it silently on the surface.

Chen Aluo didn't think anything was wrong at all. She pinched the mouth of the little hedgehog in her arms, carefully rescued Zhou Jia, the little monkey from there, and then put Zhou Jia in her palm and kneaded her hard, as if she was venting her anger like a ball of soft mud.

However, Chen Alie from there unexpectedly spoke and explained to Chen Guanshui: "This time, the establishment of the Baiyunguan sect was not just Sister Lin. For this reason, the Great Demon King specially sent seven sisters to help us. They are resting behind now, and if you don't see it, you will naturally misunderstand."

But Chen Alie only opened his mouth this time, and continued to remain silent. He picked up the small animals transformed by the real Jindan on the ground, gently pressed them on his face, and rubbed them gently, but he didn't participate in the matter here.

At this time, Lin Yuxi smiled and said, "You can't blame him. After all, he is only an 18-year-old child. I'm very satisfied with being as amazing as before. If he, a little guy, could understand all the rules of the family's home and solve the problems that we couldn't solve for 30,000 years, I would be really surprised."

Chen Aluo pinched Zhou Jia and said, "Of course he couldn't imagine that Sister Lin had a good brother. How could a little guy like him know about the magical powers of your good brother? Although the Earth Fire Demon Palace of the Great Demon King is not as good as the Five Immortals Temple of the Great Immortals, nor is it as good as the Taoist Shangqing Palace, there should be a hundred magic weapons in it now, right?"

Lin Yuxi pointed Chen Aluo's little face and looked at her hand that was constantly increasing her strength. She was very curious: "Aluo, how much hatred do you have with the monkey? You came the day before yesterday, and you didn't stop. Are you afraid of pinching the monkey to death?"

It just disconnected the topic.

Chen Guanshui knocked on the floor, shook his head speechlessly and smiled.

Why didn't I expect it?

The ones used to protect low-level monks on Luofu Mountain are some giant magic circles with Yuan Ling; maintain order among low-level monks and maintain relative fairness so as not to die from the storm, and some magic weapons that have become fairies like A Jing; those who act as a huge group of servants on Luofu Mountain are all kinds of formatted puppets; those who act as low-level monks are those selected from the loyal demon clan of vassals. Even the guardian magic circles that protect low-level monks below the Golden Pill on Luofu Mountain are the most stringent and powerful, even the true person of the Yuanshen can be blocked outside, and the true Lord of the Yuanying can be killed instantly.

The one Luofu used to monitor all disciples was Xuanyuan Tongtian Lingyu.

Those without spiritual jade will easily be killed.

Now if it is Baiyun Temple, there are naturally more things to borrow.

Lin Yuxi has a younger brother who is the Taoist ancestor, and the great demon king can easily refine a magic weapon with strong spirituality, and can also enlighten the spiritual objects of heaven and earth at will, giving them wisdom. In the Earth Fire Demon Palace, it is still possible to take out some magic weapons to sponsor Lin Yuxi to consolidate the sect.

Think about the legendary Five Immortals Temple of Gui Bianquan, which is 109,630 blue bricks, all of which were sacrificed and refined into Yuan Ling's magic weapons. The entire Five Immortals Temple can be said to be the place with the most magic weapons in the world. Even the wells in the backyard, kitchen utensils and stoves in the kitchen, cages for beasts, axes for cutting firewood, and cups for drinking can all be magic weapons. Can the great devil, who is also the Taoist ancestor, be missing?

But more importantly, Chen Guanshui finally came up with a way to solve the problems he had just made.

"Master, do you think we can hold an introductory test when recruiting disciples? Let those people swear their own inner demons in front of the statue of the Great Demon King and swear allegiance?"
Chapter completed!