Anecdotes About the Immortal Grass in the Book of Hundred Demons

Prologue Bang—! A loud noise tore through the morning mist, and the golden plaque of the Maoshan Sect, which had been handed down for hundreds of years, broke suddenly under the sweep of Fu Kong's sword. Broken wood flew and fell heavily to the ground, raising a layer of dust. The four words "Maoshan Authentic" split into two halves at this moment, like a rift between master and disciple that is difficult to bridge. Taoist Xuanfeng held Fuchen in his hand, his beard and hair trembling, staring at the figure in white in front of him, his hands trembling like a sieve, "Traitor! You went down the mountain, and you were obsessed by a monster. Not only did you destroy your Taoist foundation, but now you are still worried about that monster." Wu Xing deceives his master and destroys his ancestors! He doesn't distinguish between good and evil, and he forgets his responsibilities and the painstaking efforts I have put in cultivating you for many years? You... Are you still my disciple of Maoshan?" Fu Kong laughed up at the sky, and there was only endless sadness in his laughter. He suddenly turned around, his eyes were like torches, and he said sarcastically: "Master, you said that I destroyed my Tao foundation? Then let me ask you - Ni Chang didn't come to see me, why did you do anything wrong? She has never done anything wrong. Just because she is a demon, you crippled her cultivation with one palm and let her soul fly away! This is your Tao? Is this an upright act?" His voice was like a knife, hitting Xuan Feng's heart. Seasoned figure This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.