Zhou Ze ran to the old Taoist priest early in the morning, took out the Shifangzi frost pen from his arms without saying a word, dipped it in his tongue, grabbed the old Taoist's palm and quickly drew on it.

With just two strokes, a talisman was formed in the palm of the old Taoist, and at the moment of the completion of the last stroke, the talisman flashed a milky white aura, and then disappeared in the palm of the old Taoist.

"This time we can rest assured...... Huh, why doesn't it work?!" Zhou Ze just spoke, but suddenly his face changed slightly, and his divine sense swept towards the old Taoist's body, and he opened his mouth in surprise.

When Zhao An heard this, his divine sense swept slightly, but he found that the old Taoist priest's body was still the same as before, warm as a stream, clear to the bottom, and the limbs and bones in his body were unobstructed, without the slightest cover.

"Your talisman will even miss sometimes?" Zhao An said in shock.

Since he knew Zhou Ze, the other party's talent in drawing talismans and formations has always surprised him, and he has never missed a single time, but he didn't expect that this time he would bend his waist on this old Taoist priest.

"Impossible, I will never draw a wrong talisman, and I will never miss it!" Zhou Ze was a little anxious, and hurriedly grabbed the old Taoist's hand, silently recited a mantra in his mouth, and then spit out lightly, "Fuxian!"

The next moment, the milky white talisman just now appeared from the palm of the old Taoist priest again, Zhou Ze frowned and examined it carefully, and couldn't help muttering, "It's not wrong, could it be that his spirit body is too pure, and my spirit rune has no effect?"

Thinking of this, Zhou Ze simply picked up the old Taoist's other hand and drew it on it.

"Hidden!"

After the painting, Zhou Ze let out a low cry in his mouth, and the two spirit runes disappeared into the palm of the old Taoist priest at the same time, and then Zhou Ze's eyes widened, and he looked at the old Taoist's body without blinking, as if he was expecting something.

It's just a pity that the two spirit runes are like stones sinking into the sea, and the old Taoist's body has not changed, not to mention, in an instant, the spirit body is flourishing, obviously he is a mortal, but in the eyes of Zhao An and others with their divine sense, there is a faint pure and transparent aura around his body.

"Not good!" Han Da stretched out his left hand sharply forward, only to hear a series of "crackling" sounds, and five thunderbolts suddenly shot out from his fingers, unceremoniously surrounding the old Taoist priest completely.

Although Han Da's thunder light was not as delicate as Zhao An's wind blade, it also washed away those pure and transparent breaths in the blink of an eye.

"Bastard, are you trying to attract all the evil cultivators and demon cultivators around here?!!Why didn't the spirit body cover it, but the aura spread out!" Han Da slapped Zhou Ze's head hard and scolded.

"No way, I can't make a mistake. I don't know if it was urgent, or if he was hurt by Han Da, Zhou Ze's eyes were red, and he almost cried on the spot.

"Unless the other party's cultivation is far higher than mine, every talisman I draw contains the purest spiritual power of heaven and earth, even if it is hindered by cultivation, it can't exert the full effect of the talisman, but it won't even have a half-trace effect. ”

"Alright, you're a wreck. Han Da directly interrupted him and said unceremoniously, "In the past, I could draw a few broken talismans and pretend to be, but now it seems that it is really useless, the eyes of those old things in Yunhai Sect are blind, and they actually rank you in front of Lao Tzu, phew!"

Zhou Ze's face was flushed when he was said, but he was even more stupid, and he didn't know how to refute it, so he could only point his finger at Han Da angrily, completely speechless.

"Alright, stop arguing. Zhao An opened his mouth depressedly, looking at the faint pure aura that the old Taoist priest constantly exuded, it was really a headache.

"Originally, I thought that I could cover up the spiritual power on his body, but now it seems that this way has been endured. ”

After that, no matter how many Dao talismans Zhou Ze drew and tried all kinds of methods, not only could he not cover the spirit of the old Taoist priest, but the more he painted, the more powerful the spiritual power emanating from his body became, and in the end, not to mention Han Da, even Zhao An couldn't wait to slap him to death.

The whole road was silent, and there was no sound except for the hooves of the white deer.

Above the white deer, the old Taoist priest looked at the three people around him who suddenly had gloomy faces, and asked in a nervous whisper, "Three kings, but what did Poor Dao do wrong?"

"It's none of your business, from now on, if you say a little more, Lao Tzu will screw your head off!" Han Da said angrily.

"No, you can't hurt him with me. Zhou Ze spoke solemnly, but before he could finish speaking, he was slapped on the head by the other party.

"Shut up, and you! If you dare to say a word now, Lao Tzu will beat you together." ”

Zhou Ze looked at Zhao An aggrievedly, but found that the other party also had a black face, so he didn't dare to speak at the moment, so he silently walked in front of Bailu and led the way.

When you are in a silent hurry, time often flies quickly.

I don't know if it's the white deer who knows the way, or the role of the fixer in Zhou Ze's hand, before it gets dark, the four of them left the official road and arrived at a small town.

As monks, Zhao An and the others can travel day and night, non-stop, but the old Taoist priest is not good, as soon as he sees the town, he says that he wants to go down to rest, and he refuses to hurry anyway.

Zhao An and the three of them were helpless, and they could only obey his wishes.

Although the town is not large, it has a lot of people, and it seems to be very lively with people, although it is smaller, but in terms of population, it can be compared to a medium-sized castle.

As soon as he entered the town, the old Taoist priest stood on the main street for a long time, his eyes looking back and forth, as if he was looking for something.

"Dao Chief, what are you looking for?" Zhao An asked.

The old Taoist priest smiled slightly and said, "I found it." With that, he led the white deer and walked forward.

Zhao An and the others hurriedly followed, especially Zhou Ze, who did not leave the old Taoist priest an inch, for fear that the other party would have an accident and mess up his sect task.

After a while, the old Taoist priest suddenly paused, looked at a restaurant in front of him, and muttered to himself, "No, I remember that this was not a restaurant before." ”

Zhao An followed the eyes of the old Taoist priest and saw a three-story restaurant in front of him, in which people came and went, business was extremely prosperous, and the whole three floors were brightly lit, and it was actually full.

The most interesting thing is that although the brand of the restaurant is not big, its reputation is very loud, "fairy building"

The old Taoist priest walked over and asked Xiao Er at the door of the hotel, "This little brother, Poor Dao remembers that this was a bun shop in the past, when did it become a restaurant?"

The shopkeeper glanced at the old Taoist priest in surprise, and said, "Steamed bun shop, Taoist chief, don't make fun of the little one, the steamed bun shop here has become a restaurant since my grandfather's generation, you look a few years older than my grandfather, how can you not know about this?"

The old Taoist priest was stunned for a moment, raised his head to look at the restaurant in front of him, and then looked at the surrounding buildings, then sighed lightly and shook his head,

"I haven't come down the mountain for a long time, I just remember that this place used to be a steamed bun shop, but I didn't want to go through the vicissitudes of life, and now it has become a restaurant, and it seems that the buns can't be eaten. ”

The old Taoist priest's face showed a rare trace of disappointment, and the white deer in his hand was about to turn around and leave.

"Wait, the old Taoist, we have the buns!" The shopkeeper grabbed the old Taoist priest very enthusiastically, and said, "Our fairy building is developed from the bun shop, I heard my grandfather say, there is a guest who is eating buns in the bun shop, but in the next moment he flies into the sky and becomes an immortal, climbs the clouds and walks, at that time many people have seen it, so a spread of ten or ten to a hundred, everyone has passed on the buns of this bun shop can become immortals, so there are more and more people in this town, and the bun shop is getting bigger and bigger, and then it simply becomes a fairy building." ”

The shopkeeper talked eloquently, and the old Taoist priest didn't react much, but Zhou Ze was inexplicably excited, grabbed the shopkeeper and asked,

"What you said is true?

The shopkeeper straightened his chest, "That's natural, the guest back then just ate our buns to become an immortal, otherwise why would he not become an immortal sooner or later, but he would become an immortal when he ate steamed buns?"

"Makes sense!" Zhou Ze's eyes brightened the more he listened, and he said excitedly, "Senior Brother Zhao, let's go in and eat two buns, even a mortal can become an immortal after eating, maybe we can too?"

Zhao An glanced at Zhou Ze helplessly, this kind of unwritten story is only believed by a fool like Zhou Ze.

If mortals want to be reborn and become immortals, they can't do so unless they eat the treasures of heaven and earth for 10,000 years.

The treasures of heaven and earth are rare, and the treasures of heaven and earth for 10,000 years are even more rare.

Moreover, most of these heavenly and earthly treasures are generated by the spiritual power of heaven and earth, the essence of the sun and the moon, and they are spiritual things, and after 10,000 years, they will not only cultivate into essence, have divine intelligence, and can even condense into a human form, walking in the mortal world, no matter what, they will not be easily caught and eaten.

If you can become an immortal by eating a bun easily, everyone should eat buns, why bother cultivating immortals so hard.

Even if what the shopkeeper said is true, I'm afraid that a certain monk can happen to eat steamed buns here.

As he was talking, a man with a food box walked out of the restaurant, and a faint aroma emanated from the food box, which was the fragrance of steamed buns.

"That's what it tastes like. ”

The old Taoist priest was overjoyed in his eyes, and hurriedly handed over the white deer to the shopkeeper to take care of, threw off his robe, and entered the restaurant in three or two steps with the speed and skill that did not meet his age.

"This old man is so old, and he loves to eat so much. Zhao An looked helplessly in his eyes, and followed Zhou Ze and Han Da into the restaurant together.