"Ignorant fellow," Jiang Sunya sneered at the chief, "Practicing the law of gods and demons is like grafting fruit trees, planting the embryos of innate gods and demons in the Spirit Mansion."

Since then, the two sides have been in a symbiotic relationship of both prosperity and loss. ”

"Then why don't the embryos of the innate gods and demons cultivate and grow on their own.

Willing to be a subordinate of symbiosis, the dignity of being an innate god and demon?" said the chief disdainfully.

"Ridiculously self-righteous. Jiang Sunya snorted.

The disdain on his face annoyed the chief.

"I'm talking about the embryo of the innate gods and demons, what does it matter to you?"

"Most of this body is made from the embryos of innate gods and demons, do you say it has anything to do with me?"

The chief remembered at this time, the little kid in front of him, but the old monster who didn't know how long he had lived.

After calming down, he suddenly had doubts.

Why am I angry for no reason? This is not my usual wise and martial style at all.

"Feeling something unusual?" Jiang Sunya pointed in the direction of the entrance to the valley, "These are all tricks by the little ones watching me outside. ”

The chief was stunned, "How big is the little guy in your mouth?"

"It's not very old, it's a few hundred years old. ”

“......”

Outside the valley.

A monk, a Taoist priest, and a farmer sat in a circle, and the three of them were frowning, discussing something.

The monk's name is explained, his face is bronze, and his wide monk's robe can't cover the bulging tendons and flesh of his body.

The Taoist Taoist number and light, born white and raw, not like a man, contrary to Shitong, his Taoist robe is very small, but it is still loose and loose on the body.

The farmer's name is very good, dog, his hands are thick, his feet are large, and he is a good material for natural farm work.

Looking at the appearance of these three people, they must be the disciples and grandchildren who created the three of Jiang, Sunya, Monk and Daoru.

The dog dan buttoned the fertile black mud in the gap between his feet, then rubbed it with his hand, pinched it into small pieces and put it in his pocket: "You two suddenly came to me, did something happen?"

Shi Tong slowly spoke: "Jiang Sunya's ancestor has a guest at home. ”

"That's it?" said the dog, "Doesn't Old Monster Jiang often invite people as guests?, as long as he still lives in that valley, we must not meddle in our affairs."

This is the ancestral teachings of those three patriarchs, if you don't have anything else, I will go back first.

There's still farm work to do at home, and I'm not like the two of you, who can eat and have nothing to do. ”

The dog turned to leave, but Kazuko stopped him.

"This time is different from the past, Jiang Lao Zu gave the laurel tree to the guests he invited. ”

Goudan stood up and looked at Kazuko strangely: "We all know that laurel is the embryo of the innate gods and demons, and it has a great relationship with the old monster Jiang.

He has been looking for someone who can coexist with Yuegui, and our people from Longquan Temple, Zixiao Temple, and Baiyun Academy are also helping to find it.

We tried it when we were kids, and it didn't work.

I haven't found it all these years, and now it's nice to find it?"

"The laurel was brought to Jiang Lao Zu by that chicken, I'm afraid there's something wrong with this?"

Shi Tong flicked the reddish-brown rosary in his hand.

"Shi Tong, you want to talk about conspiracy, right?

I really can't figure out why you keep calling Old Monster Jiang the Ancestor one or two, but you are so scared in your heart.

A little wind blows, and you are like frightened rabbits. ”

"Dog, you're talking too badly. Kazuko couldn't look at it, and the dog sneered at Shitong.

The dogboy looked at him carefully: "Heguang, we have been good brothers for so many years, I advise you."

Don't fight the idea of laurel. ”

And the white face immediately tensed, and the breath of release was also stagnant.

"I said so much just now, just to tell you about that old monster of laurel ginger.

We are not qualified to take it, and we have not been able to take it.

The old monster Jiang gave the laurel to someone, and you know the news, it must be that when the old monster Jiang is not at home, he must have arranged a monitoring circle, right?"

He Guang was about to explain, but Goudan then spoke: "Heguang, I don't blame you, the elders sent us to spy on Jiang Lao's monster."

I also know that you want to get laurel more than anyone else, you are born with a deficiency, and you are born with major illnesses and often minor illnesses.

Even if you embark on the path of cultivation, your body is much weaker than that of people in the same realm.

Your pavilion owner even asserts that you will never be able to step into the Yuan Infant Realm for the rest of your life.

But didn't your owner also say that you won't live to be twenty years old?

But now? You're almost 200 years old.

Cultivators have always gone against the sky, since you have already snatched a hundred years from God, why can't you grab another primordial baby. ”

Kazuko was silent, and there was a bright light in his eyes.

At this time, Shi Tong interjected: "Dogan, don't talk about Heguang, Heguang, don't be angry, Dogan is also for your good."

Let me be fair, let's talk about this matter amicably, whether or not to give laurel to others is Jiang Laozu's business.

However, we always have to report to the elders of our three sects, and it is up to them to decide. ”

"Are you fair?" said the dog, gritting his teeth, "or do you think you are fair, dead bald."

The Three Patriarchs: Whatever Jiang Sun Ya is, our disciples must not covet it. ”

Harmony and light and interpretation are silent.

"The words have already been said about this, and if I continue to talk about it, I am just making excuses for my selfishness and saving some face for myself. ”

The dog really didn't mean to stay at all this time, and left directly.

Kazuko hesitated for a while and left, leaving Shitong alone.

Lingering in place, I don't know if it's to the left or to the right.

And at this moment, the sky, which had just been bright, suddenly became dark.

The shadow of the laurel tree rises from the valley.

The halo is like the moon, the laurel tree is mottled, and the axe blade is still alive and well.

Shi Tong looked at this scene and lost his mind slightly: "This thing is related to me." ”

Then, he affirmed again: "There must be fate!"

One thought becomes a Buddha, one thought becomes a demon!

Shi Tong strode into the valley and parted ways with his old friend.