Yang Chengzi also always had a question in his heart, so he asked it, of course Chen San didn't know, but the monk might know.

Why did the Taoist ancestor of Chen Sanyu not seem to be the same situation as Yang Chengzi, and the monk didn't understand it.

Yang Chengzi explained again, "Although the magic techniques we use are different, I found that Chen San seems to be able to perceive the Taoist ancestors hundreds of years ago, while our orthodox Maoshan disciples can only perceive the divine thoughts left by the Taoist ancestors a hundred years ago. This difference was an eye-opener for me, and I don't think it's a matter of asking for magic. ”

Monk Sui Chang nodded, and understood what Yang Chengzi meant, that is, Chen San can invite the ancestor of the master or even a longer god, while the disciples of Maoshan can only invite the ancestor.

Monk Sui also thought that when he slashed demons and demons with Old Man Taixuan, Old Man Taixuan would also use the Divine Technique, but like Yang Chengzi, the Divine Thoughts that could be invited were naturally much more powerful than them, but not to the extent of Chen San.

Although the Taoist ancestor invited by Chen San twice only saw it with his own eyes with his own eyes, but once he made him unforgettable for life, it was indeed an exaggeration to say that he was so powerful that he despised the common people, but it was not an exaggeration to say that he was so powerful that he was invincible.

The most important thing is that Chen San has no Taoist foundation at all, if he has a Taoist foundation, and the Taoist ancestors can use the magic method, then Chen San is really much more powerful than the orthodox Maoshan Taoist.

Thinking of this, the monk was suddenly taken aback, and seemed to have figured out this reason.

Yang Chengzi also saw it, and hurriedly asked, "Master, did you think of something?"

Monk Sui Chang glanced at Chen San, Chen San looked at Monk Sui Chang with a confused expression, and the two glanced at each other.

Monk Sui Chang didn't dare to say uncertainly: "Do you say that he doesn't know Taoism and doesn't have a relationship with the foundation of Taoism?"

Yang Chengzi didn't understand it for a while, it had nothing to do with perceiving divine thoughts, and looked at the master suspiciously.

The master seemed to be a little sure, and nodded, "Maybe it really has something to do with the fact that he doesn't have a foundation in Taoism, although the magic is different, but I also know a little about Taixuan's magic technique, the spell and perception are separated, that is to say, the difference is only in the spell."

It's true that Taixuan's magic can invite the soul, but for perception, it's a person's cultivation, and it doesn't have much to do with the spell, the divine thought is something similar to the soul left by the magic, and the remaining in the heaven and earth is the last opportunity left by the Taoist ancestors, in order to continue to protect the world after the feathering, and also for the rising generation in the guardian door, but once the god is invited, the divine thought will dissipate, and there is a problem of choice in the middle. ”

Yang Chengzi still didn't understand and continued to ask: "Master, let's talk about it in detail, the juniors are dull and don't understand at all." ”

Monk Sui Chang continued: "Which Taoist ancestor is not proficient in the art of yin and yang, through the heavens and the earth, the opportunity after feathering will be known, just like this time this Taoist ancestor intends to pass on your Qiantian Bagua Heavenly Phenomena Great Array, how much can you learn That is your creation, this is your chance." ”

Speaking of this, Yang Chengzi seemed to understand a little, and figured out the words of the monk as usual, according to this, before the ancestor of Guangyuan passed on his own Qing Sword and the Eight Great Divine Mantras, it seems that the ancestor chose himself with the divine thoughts.

After that, the two of them kept talking about the events of these days, until Sanyu called them to eat, and Chen San only listened to the short part of the magic and closed his eyes and continued to recite the meditation mantra silently.

Sanyu boiled some porridge for Chen San, Chen San was too light and was hammered by Sanyu, but fortunately, his soul power was relatively easy to recover, and after eating and recuperating with a meditation spell, Chen San was already able to get out of bed and walk around when it was almost dinner.

During the meal, Chen San listened to Yang Chengzi teach Lu Qichang the formation of killing the corpse, only to know that he had fainted for two days and missed something, the name of the corpse was different from other ghosts, but unfortunately, this kind of opportunity did not catch up, fortunately, there was still a lot of wild boar left, and Chen San ate a lot to make up for the few meals he lacked.

When night fell, a few people still laid out the floor in the hall, Chen San's recovered seventy-seven eighty-eight did not sleep on the bed again, and changed places with the monk Suichang, lay down with a few young men, and chatted, Sanyu still slept next to Yang Chengzi on the very edge, and not long after lying down, Lu Qichang's door was knocked on.

The person who came was panting in a panic, it was an old man, and he still heard it clearly through the door, Lu Qichang got up and opened the door, it was Fu Bo at the east end of the village, and when he saw that the miscellaneous people were lying down, he didn't care about it, and he was embarrassed, so he hurriedly pulled Lu Qichang and said.

It turned out that Fu Bo's wife who had been bedridden all the year round was no longer good, and he had just swallowed his breath, Lu Qichang was the only Taoist priest near this village, and he naturally did the rituals and burials, so Fu Bo came to him in a panic.

Lu Qichang asked Fu Bo to go back first, went to the house to tidy up, and then went out with a yellow cloth package, Yang Chengzi originally wanted to make some efforts but Lu Qichang stopped him, this kind of magic does not need to bother Senior Brother Maoshan, let him rest more, there will be no big problems, Yang Chengzi did not force it, closed the door and a few people fell asleep.

Lu Qichang will not come back tonight, this kind of ritual will not sleep on the first night, and he will just take the time to doze off on the second night, and there is basically nothing to do on the third day, just be accompanied by his family, and the Taoist priest can also rest and rest until the seventh day is buried, except for some special villages with special customs, which are generally done like this.

After Lu Qichang left, Changyu was scared, when he heard that someone had died in the village, he didn't dare to take a breath, he held Yang Chengzi's hand and refused to let go, but Yang Chengzi could only go with her.

There was nothing to do all night, the rooster crowed, and the monk got up, sat on the edge of the bed and prepared to wash up, and suddenly saw the formation laid by himself next to the bed, and was shocked, broken, how did he change places with this kid last night, Yang Chengzi may also be tired and didn't find out about it.

He didn't have the cover of the formation, the aura of heaven and earth was too obvious, and he had stopped here for so long, so as not to let those gangsters suspect and catch up. Thinking of this, he limped out, and woke up Chen San when he arrived at Chen San, Chen San was confused, and he didn't care too much, and the monk pulled Chen San to the bed with a pull.

Chen San was sleepy, as long as he could continue to sleep, no matter what happened at all, Yang Chengzi saw that it was the master and didn't ask much and continued to sleep.

After that, the monk had nothing to do to cook porridge for a few people, and there was a ready-made meal to eat early in the morning, not to mention how beautiful it was, Chen San was basically recovered, and he was almost able to run two steps before he was alive.

went to the east of the village to say goodbye to Lu Qichang, a few people left Beixian Village, and then returned to Chenjia Town in a small town, this town is not far from Beixian Village, about thirty or forty miles away, compared to other places, this town is a bit special.

The name of the town is Zhufeng Town, the name is very elegant, but this town has nothing to do with elegance, this town is not big, it is one or two acres of land larger than Beixian Village, but the people here do not make a living from farming, Qu Lao Er is very famous in this Zhufeng Town, saying that one is one and two is two, although there are not many people in the town, but they all rely on him to live, he is fine, then these people live comfortably, this thing is from this Qu Lao Er.

More than 10 years ago, Zhufeng Town was still a dilapidated mountain village, unlike other villages, there was no decent land to grow food for the villagers, and the whole village had more than 100 people, and only three acres of land had enough food to eat.

In addition to the three acres of land, the rest of the land is basically more stone than soil, very hard, not to mention farming, whether a hoe can be turned over the soil is secondary, whether the hoe is bad or not that is the key.

If there is not enough food to eat, the villagers have to find a way, but the land is not enough, so they can only see the seams, and if there is more soil, they will plant a little sweet potatoes and corn, no matter how much they can harvest, as long as they see it, they will plant it.

It's not enough to hunt game, but to be honest, the mountains here are not like mountains, the water is not like water, it is difficult to catch a fish, and there is very little game, unlike Chenjia Town, there is also a back mountain, there are mountains here but there is almost no soil on the mountain, less soil, less grass and trees, and fewer animals that eat grass and leaves, so it is basically a situation where you catch what to eat.

These villagers have lived in this environment where food and clothing are difficult for generations, they can't eat enough and don't have warm clothing, and they naturally don't have any silver in their hands, so this mountain village is getting poorer and poorer, and life is getting more and more difficult.

The village chief in the village is generally an elder and respectable, so he is qualified to sit in this position, and Qu Laoer, the village chief, is scolded by force, Qu Laoer was only over thirty years old when he became the village chief, and he is still a bachelor, his father died early, and he has an elder brother, his brother died when he was five or six years old, and he grew up alone, almost the same as Chen San.

Speaking of Qu Lao Er, he is different from others, maverick, everything is different from others, he is not only different from himself, he is not used to seeing others, he also scolds, scolding like a shrew, but he never beats people, he is five big and three thick, much taller than the people in the village, although he doesn't eat much, but he is as strong as a cow, and he scolded people on the day he became the village chief, and it was because of this scolding Qu Lao Er that he became the village chief.

It was his neighbor who scolded Qu Lao Er, the reason was that for the little corn planted by his neighbor, there was no land for them to plant in the village, so they all found land to plant, and his neighbor inserted two corn kernels in the crack of the stone in front of his house, and he didn't expect that the corn would not be produced.

Not to mention that things can indeed grow in the cracks of the stones, although there are not a lot, the front foot just inserted the corn kernels, and the back foot was seen by Qu Laoer, pointing to his nose and scolding, why? Because of the road in front of his house, Qu Laoer will pass in and out, if he really grows a corn stalk, it is inconvenient to meet, just because of this, Qu Laoer scolded a whole small half a pillar of incense.

The village knows that he has this temper, and no one wants to quarrel with him, otherwise it will be endless scolding, a man with five big and three thick pestles scolding at the door of your house, who will suffer the numbness of your scalp, his neighbor naturally does not want to cause this trouble, but Qu Lao Er is like beating chicken blood, and the time of the small half pillar of incense has no intention of stopping, which is unbearable, and his neighbor Lao Huangtou rushed out of the house and scolded him.

Qu Lao Er saw that someone was fighting, so he was even more energetic, scolding and scolding, Lao Huangtou's family came out to scold, there were many people, gossiping, Qu Lao Er fell behind, this was the first time he was scolded by others, and rushed over with red eyes.