Inside, the oil lamp was still dimly lit.

The village chief, Chen Er, and the old man in Tsing Yi each sat separately with a chair.

After these things just now, Chen Er more or less explained some of the inside story, although the infiltrating picture of the village elder in his mind has still not been erased, but he is not as afraid as he was just now, not to mention that there is an old man in Tsing Yi beside him, Chen Er is somewhat confident, after all, the old man in Tsing Yi saved himself just now, he should not be considered a bad person.

It's just that the confidence is enough, and he has just been eroded by the power of the horse stock, and his body is a little weak.

Without saying a word, he casually took out a few jelly beans and put them in his mouth.

"Just now, thank you Daoyou. The village chief sighed and said with some frustration.

The old man in Tsing Yi didn't have the arrogance just now, waved his hand lightly, and said gently: "This world is too chaotic, someone has to take care of it! ”

The village chief was a little embarrassed, and took out the tattered notebook again, and flipped through it again and again.

"How is the little brother, can you still hold on?" the old man in Tsing Yi turned his head and asked Chen Er.

After hearing this title, Chen Er was stunned for a moment, then grinned and said, "This little strength can't defeat me!" But just now I have to thank my seniors for coming to the rescue." ”

The old man in Tsing Yi smiled slightly, nodded and said, "Young man, not bad!"

Chen Er hurriedly slapped a clumsy sycophant.

"You old-timers are even more powerful!"

"Hahahaha!" The old man in Tsing Yi laughed happily a few times, and the more he looked at Chen Er, the more satisfied he felt, and said, "Which sect are you a disciple of?

Chen Er smiled a little embarrassedly and refused: "The junior is a disciple of the Dongfang family, and he has no plans to leave the sect for the time being, and he will live up to the good intentions of his predecessors." ”

The old man in Tsing Yi was not entangled, and turned back to the village chief and asked, "I don't know what your friends plan to do in the future?"

Seeing the old man in Tsing Yi asking, the village chief closed the tattered notebook and said, "What else can I do? It's just that I'm afraid that one day I won't be able to hold it anymore and it will harm the world. ”

Listening to the village chief's words, the old man in Tsing Yi also had some seriousness in his eyes.

Unlike Chen Er, he could see the current state of the village chief at a glance, and he could roughly estimate what was happening in this village from the conversation just now, so he didn't beat around the bush and asked directly: "Are there any sober people in the village?"

Hearing this, the village chief's eyes darkened obviously, and he spoke with difficulty, and said bitterly: "There is no one out of ten." ”

Hearing this number, the old man in Tsing Yi was shocked and hurriedly asked, "Then is there anything I can do to help you?"

The village chief shook his head slowly, and said helplessly: "If the gods on the mountain don't come out for a day, then we won't be able to get relief for a day." ”

"The gods on the mountain?" the old man in Tsing Yi quickly understood that something was wrong with the village chief's words.

was asked by the old man in Tsing Yi, and the village chief was also a little puzzled.

"Yes, the gods on the mountain, do you have any problems? ”

The old man in Tsing Yi thought about it before he asked seriously: "I don't know what Daoyou refers to as the immortal on the mountain......

The doubts in the village chief's eyes became even stronger, and he opened his mouth and asked, "With the cultivation of Daoyou, you can't touch the immortals on the mountain?"

The two of them chatted in the clouds, and Chen Er listened in the fog, the people who should have solved their doubts began to be confused, and the people who wanted to solve their doubts became even more confused.

"Forgive me for my shallowness, and ask Daoist friends to be specific, what does the immortal on this mountain refer to?" asked the old man in Tsing Yi again.

"Isn't what I said straightforward enough? Why can't the little one understand it, and the old one can't understand it?" the village chief muttered secretly, just like teaching a child, teaching her the most basic common sense in her heart little by little.

"People can be divided into two ......"

As soon as the village chief spoke, he was interrupted by Chen Er.

"I know, men and women!"

Chen Er's words directly made the village speechless. The village chief coughed lightly twice and said to Chen Er: "Xiaoyou is right, this person is indeed divided into men and women, but I am talking about another. ”

At the beginning, the village chief kept calling Chen Er "child", and according to age, he should indeed be called so, but the old man in Tsing Yi opened his mouth as a little brother and closed his mouth as a little brother, and he wanted to call Chen Er "child" again, which was somewhat inappropriate, so it was changed to Xiaoyou.

Chen Er knew that he was a little reckless just now, so he stopped interjecting and just listened quietly.

By the way, he took out a handful of jelly beans and threw them into his mouth, looking like he was watching a good show.

The old man in Tsing Yi watched Chen Er throw the pills into his mouth one after another, his eyes full of shock.

"People can be divided into two kinds, one is a man and the other is a ......" As soon as the village chief opened his mouth, he found that he had been led astray, so he coughed twice to hide his embarrassment.

"It can be divided into ordinary people and cultivators!" the village chief bit the words very hard, for fear that he would say the wrong thing again.

"Why do people become cultivators? Because in their eyes, cultivators have overwhelming abilities! But why do cultivators cultivate?"

"In order to drain more mountains and pour more seas!" another sentence once again made the village chief speechless.

Looking at the face of the village chief Tie Qing, the old man in Tsing Yi also knew that he was a little rude, so he quickly closed his mouth, and then sat down next to Chen Er with a stool, grabbed a few pills from his hand, and put them in his mouth.

The village chief looked at the old and young people with almost the same sitting posture and the same movements, and was even more speechless.

The old and the young stared at themselves with big eyes, completely like children listening to the class. With a sigh, he decided to continue.

"Cultivators, in order to gain the Heavenly Dao, prove immortality, and ascend to the Divine Realm and the Immortal Realm!"

After the village chief said this, the old man in Tsing Yi became serious. Words like what kind of Heavenly Dao, Immortal Age, just pull out a cultivator casually and say two sentences, but the matter of ascending to the God Realm and the Immortal Realm, I am afraid that not many people in the entire Heavenly Mandate Continent know about it.

Chen Er didn't know what this sentence meant, but he still leaned back on the chair and threw a jelly bean in his mouth.

"The mountain immortals we are waiting for are those gods and immortals who descended from the divine realm and the immortal realm to guide the human race. ”

"What about the Buddha?" Chen Er ate all the jelly beans in his hand, had nothing to do, and interjected again.

The old man in Tsing Yi and the village chief looked at Chen Er with their eyes, and Chen Er felt a little hairy in his heart.

"What are you doing?" Chen Er showed an innocent little look and whispered, "I won't interject." ”

The old man in Tsing Yi felt a little funny when he saw Chen Er like this.

"Okay, don't pretend! What else are you pretending to be with us two old rivers and lakes?"

Chen Er saw that his acting skills were recognized, so he really stopped pretending, and returned to a lazy appearance, and said to the two of them: "You go on, just ignore me." ”

"Why do I think this little friend knows something?" said the village chief to the old man in Tsing Yi.

The old man in Tsing Yi smiled and said in an indifferent tone: "There are so many legends of gods, immortals, and Buddhas, and it is not uncommon to know some of them." ”

When the village chief heard this, he nodded in agreement, but at this moment, Chen Er spoke again: "What if it's a monk's skin?"

Just as his words landed, the old man in Tsing Yi looked at him fiercely, his lips moved slightly, and he opened his mouth to ask, "Are you?"

There are some things that he has not seen, but he has heard from his disciples, and the things that the disciples have talked about, the things that can be known, are only ten people.

But the little brother in his mouth said the key to that matter.

And this little brother is from the Oriental family.