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Wei Qing glanced at Chan Ding, but his mind was filled with thoughts.

His consciousness scanned the relic inside the tomb, which was about the size of a fist.

Buddhist practice is different from that of cultivators. There is no such thing as breaking a relic and becoming a baby. They have been practicing until the Buddha is a relic.

Therefore, the fact that Relic's cultivation has reached such an intensity shows that the monk's cultivation is not weak, and he is probably not much weaker than the demons that he cannot defeat.

"Master, you want me to help you deal with this devil"

"Amitabha, that's it, donor. Saving the common people is the responsibility of us practitioners. If this devil comes out, countless civilians will be slaughtered. How can the donor watch all this happen?"

Zen said with compassion.

Even though Zen said this, he was still very uneasy in his heart.

Many practitioners, regardless of the life or death of those mortals, their Buddhist Dharma can only confirm that the person in front of them is not a cult figure, but it is really uncertain whether others can help him suppress this evil.

Wei Qing pondered for a moment but did not refuse.

Although this monk's cultivation was powerful, he should not be his opponent, but he could only seal the demons that could not be killed at a certain price. Wei Qing did not dare to underestimate him, so he could only inquire about it first and make plans.

If the devil is within his acceptable range, he will help him, even if he has to pay a certain price.

"Dare to ask the master, what kind of cultivation level does the master have?"

Wei Qing cupped his hands and asked Zen.

After meditating for a while, he said: "We Buddhist practitioners, unlike the donor, are divided into eleven realms: Chantika, Sravaka, Pratyekabuddha, One Vehicle, Bodhicitta, No Thought, Hinayana, Perfect Enlightenment, Emptiness, and Transcendence. If you survive the tribulation, you can first cast a golden body, ascend to the Land of Ultimate Bliss, and obtain small fruits. The poor monk is not good at Buddhism, but only cultivates the bodhicitta to perfection. This is the Nascent Soul realm mentioned by the donor."

After hearing Zen's words, Wei Qing breathed a sigh of relief.

Meditation is only at the Nascent Soul realm, so the demons he can deal with are at most in the realm of spirit transformation.

With a small tower, he can fight even the Void Refining monks, let alone the demon who transforms into a god. It seems that this Blood Spirit Marrow vein is destined to him.

However, out of caution, he still asked: "I dare to ask Master, what is the cultivation level of this demon? If the cultivation level of this demon is too high, I will be incompetent."

Hearing Wei Qing's words, Zen Ding hurriedly spoke, fearing that Wei Qing would run away.

"Donor, don't worry. Although this devil is stronger than Lao Monk, he is not much stronger. At most, he will remain a poor monk. If the benefactor is afraid of trouble, just take the poor monk's relics. Although the poor monk has no fighting power now, This relic can also help the donor."

When Wei Qing heard this, he felt relieved.

"Thank you, Master. Your contribution is enough. How dare you use the Master's relics again? Please rest assured that the matter of eliminating demons will be taken care of by Mr. Wei."

"Jushi Wei is truly a man who cares about the world."

Zen said with admiration.

"Master, you are so complimentary. Where is that devil? Now put this devil away to avoid long nights and endless dreams."

"That's right, layman, please come with me."

The remaining soul of meditation floated outside the house, and soon came to the rock wall covered with vines. With a wave of his hand, a cave with a height of one person appeared in front of the two of them.

A strange look flashed across Wei Qing's face, but he quickly suppressed it.

This meditation is worthy of a monk from Tianzhu, and it is indeed unique. Wei Qing's spiritual consciousness scanned the restriction he arranged, but he didn't even notice it. Of course, this may also be the reason why he didn't check it carefully.

"Father, please come with me. The devil is sealed down here."

Zen Ding introduced Wei Qing and headed downstairs.

Soon, the two of them came to the place where the demon was sealed underground.

The place where the demon was meditated and sealed was a magic circle emitting golden light. At the top was a huge golden Buddha, who was constantly reciting scriptures and suppressing the aura emanating from the huge creature below.

But when Wei Qing took a look, he realized that this thing suppressed by meditation was not a demon. Looking at the bat's wings and the two horns on its head, it was obviously a Western demon.

"Father, this is the devil. It was this devil who used blood marrow to practice here, and was knocked upright by the poor monk."

Zen pointed at the demon and said without sadness or joy.

Wei Qing didn't pay attention to Zen Ding's words. Instead, he looked at the demon. Seeing the demon's mouth opening and closing, he said strangely: "Master Zen Ding, what is this demon talking about?"

Zen Ding glanced at Wei Qing strangely and said, "Amitabha, this devil's mouth is full of vulgar words."

As he spoke, he moved his Zen finger, and the magic circle moved, and then a sound came from inside.

"You damn bald donkey, I've got a piece of shit out of your ears, you're such a bad little bitch, and you dare to sneak up on me, I'll make a fool of you."

Wei Qing: ""

"Master, are you sure that you did not capture this devil from Shu?"

A trace of embarrassment flashed across Zen Ding's face, and he said: "Amitabha, monks do not tell lies. This devil was discovered by a poor monk from here. At that time, this devil was full of vulgar words."

Although Wei Qing was very surprised as to why this demon's mouth was full of Sichuan flavor, he also knew that this was not the time to dwell on this. The more serious thing was to kill him and take away the blood spirit marrow veins.

"Please master, please release him, and I will surrender him now."

Zen Ding was a little hesitant when he heard this.

"Builder, how about this poor monk open a gap in the seal, and then layman subdue it? This demon is really ferocious. If he is allowed to escape, life will definitely be ruined."

Wei Qing saw Chan Ding's serious face and did not refuse.

He knew that Zen Ding didn't trust him, but Wei Qing didn't bother to explain anything. When the time comes, the monk will naturally know how powerful he is.

"In that case, it is as the master said."

Zen Ding breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Wei Qing was not stubborn.

"Thank you, layman. Please prepare, layman. The poor monk will open the seal now."

After finishing his meditation, he operated in front of the seal. The golden seal seemed to be broken, and Wei Qing stepped in directly.

Wei Qing was not afraid of what the monk had in mind. With a seal of this magnitude, it would be easy for him to break it.

"You little melon, why do you believe in that bald donkey? If you save me, I will give you magic weapons, lots of magic weapons."

Wei Qing had entered the seal, and the demon began to seduce Wei Qing crazily and kept making promises to Wei Qing.

But listening to the devil's dialect, Wei Qing just wanted to laugh and didn't care about his temptation at all.

"Come on, tell me where you are from, and I might be able to spare your life."

The devil looked angry when he heard this.