Hao Jun is also learning to be obedient now, and first see clearly that the person at the window is an older ghost, and then he said: "Uncle Bad Official, I caught a spy from a foreign country, how many contribution points can you exchange?" ”

"What? Exotic spies? The uncle at the window was a little surprised, looked at Ichiro Hashimoto carefully, asked again, pondered for a moment, and sighed deliberately: "Alas, it's a remnant soul, and it's not captured from the yang world, so I'll count you as five hundred contribution points!" ”

"Ah, it's only five hundred?" Hao Jun was a little disappointed, he knew that he shouldn't have swallowed his ghost energy. But thinking that his ghost had only changed three hundred contribution points at the beginning, there was a sadness in his heart, and he was still worth a foreigner.

"Is it okay to credit this contribution point on someone else's?" Hao Jun plans to write it on his mother's head and help his mother get out of the sea of suffering as soon as possible.

"That's not good, whoever catches it can only be counted!" The old ghost almost immediately refused categorically.

Hao Jun reluctantly wrote down the contribution points on his head, and when he checked the account, there was still no money in the account, and he pondered in his heart as he walked: "How to earn contribution points for my mother?" ”

Don't care about these for now, I was chased and killed by Huang Mao from Ling Shiyu, and now that I have escaped, I don't know if there is anything wrong with Ling Shiyu, anyway, she has already arrived in the city, why don't you go to the fat aunt first to see if she is in the city?

"Hey, little one, can we talk?" Suddenly, a voice came into Hao Jun's head, and the voice was a little old, like the voice of a bad old man.

"Who?" Hao Jun turned his head and looked around, but there was nothing except a few ghosts in the distance.

"It's me, I'm talking to you!" The voice came again.

Hao Jun turned around again, looked around carefully, there was nothing around him at all, and he couldn't help but feel a chill in his back. Nervously said, "Where the hell are you?" ”

"I'm in your mind, right under the relics, look!" The old man's voice came again.

Hao Jun sensed it in his mind, Nima, there was really a snail lying under the relics, and it was using its two small sesame seed-like eyes to look at the colorful relics suspended above its head.

"You, you..."Hao Jun was so surprised that he had nothing to say, a snail who could speak? Still in your own head?

"That's right, it's me, you can just call me: Uncle Snail!" The old man said.

"Uncle Snail? I'm special, I'm me, you hurry up and die for Lao Tzu, I promise not to kill you! Hao Jun suddenly became angry, when did this hateful snail enter his head, and he even acted as an uncle, is it unbearable!

"Little guy, don't get excited, I heard you and the ghost just now: Your name is Hao Jun, right? I like the breath of this relic so much that I plan to practice with it in the future! The bad old man seemed to regard Hao Jun's head as his home, and he didn't look raw at all.

"Your uncle, do you still want to get your hands on my relics? If you don't get out again, I will destroy you with colorful relics. Hao Jun almost collapsed, he didn't think that this snail was still an old man, and his skin was thicker than his volute.

"It's Uncle Snail, not your uncle! Young man, you have to know how to be temperate in your masturbation life, otherwise your memory will get worse and worse! The bad old man admonished very obscenely.

“... emmmm..."Hao Jun has come through many storms, but he almost died here.

Uncle Snail sighed: "Alas, I am a snail that has existed for more than a thousand years, a thousand years of cultivation, and a thousand years of loneliness!" Let me tell you the truth, not counting the time in the underworld, just in the world, I have lived for more than a thousand years, if I lie to you, I will not be surnamed Snail. ”

Hao Jun immediately interrupted: "Okay, okay, you're lying to the ghost?" Don't blow it blindly, I think you don't have the surname Snail, but the surname Blow. ”

"Well, Xiucai met Bing, I can't explain it." Uncle Snail muttered helplessly.

Hao Jun didn't bother to talk nonsense with him, and asked directly: "I don't care if you are Uncle Snail or your uncle, I will ask you how you got in?" Where's my regeneration grass? ”

"You see, doesn't that start more than a thousand years ago? So what do I continue to talk about? Or is it to say? Or is it talking? ”

Uncle Snail was buried, but he was looking forward to Hao Jun hearing his story. As a legendary veteran driver in the snail world for thousands of years, how can his story not have an audience?

"Okay, you can just say it." Hao Jun doesn't want him to talk too much, if he really lives for more than a thousand years, every year, it will be more than a thousand chapters, if he gives Hao Jun a serialization, then he has to hear the Year of the Monkey and the month of the horse, and the worst thing is that if Uncle Snail drags on or is a eunuch, then...

"It was a time when Buddhism was flourishing, and I was an ordinary snail who had not been born long ago, and I might have died in a few years. But one day, when I was curious to climb into the main hall of a temple, I was quickly attracted by a master's lecture on the teachings of thousands of living beings. ”

"So, I waited in a hidden corner of the main hall, where the master was truly brilliant and talented, but we snails had very poor eyesight and couldn't distinguish colors, and we couldn't see what he looked like. The more I listened to it in the main hall, the more obsessed I became, but because of my snail body and low intelligence, it was really difficult for me to progress in my cultivation. ”

"Suddenly, one day, when the master of the scriptures and the Dharma passed by me, he seemed to be talking to himself, and he seemed to be deliberately saying to me: "Although the donor is not my kind, he has a unique spiritual root, and he is valuable in perseverance, and the poor monk will help you." As he spoke, there was a faint light in his eyes, and it suddenly shot into my eyes.

"Since then, I have found that my eyesight is no longer an inch away, the world has begun to become clear in my eyes, and the world I live in is so beautiful and colorful. Since then, my understanding of the Dharma has risen to a higher level. And this benefactor mage who gave me a new lease of life, people call him: Master Xuanzang! ”

"What? What did you say? Hao Jun exclaimed in surprise, and suddenly stood on the spot, his right foot still hanging in the air, and he forgot to step on it.

"That's right, it's Master Xuanzang, and I only learned about the famous name of the benefactor Master later. After being reminded by my benefactor, I opened my mind and practiced hard, but after all, life is limited, and although my lifespan has increased several times at once, it is only more than a hundred years. After the end of my life on earth, I overheard that rebirth grass can preserve the memories of a living being's past life. So I searched all over the place, and after I got the rebirth grass, I was reborn and practiced penance, and more than a thousand years have passed! Previously, I had been tracking this regenerative grass for many days, but I didn't know that I had just bitten the root of the regenerative grass, and I somehow came to this relic. ”

"Bite the roots?" Hao Jun suddenly thought a little crooked, but at this moment, he couldn't describe his shock in words, and he was really the top old driver among snails!

"After all these years, you're just a snail? I heard that those foxes, snakes, or something can become beautiful women after hundreds of years of cultivation? After being shocked, Hao Jun became depressed again, as soon as he met him, he was a peerless thousand-year-old fox spirit beauty, but why did he meet such a broken snail, and he had to call him uncle, what a loss! It's like the stock you bought, and suddenly there are more than a dozen consecutive 'one-word drop limits', which is so shocking that it makes you doubt your life.

Uncle Snail said regretfully: "Alas, after all, foxes or something, they themselves have a higher starting point, not as humble as our snail family, and their wisdom is limited." It's a pity that when I lectured on the scriptures and the Fa to those snail juniors, they were all idle and hurriedly blew me away, and none of them listened. Otherwise, after so many years of evolution, our snail family may have a high-IQ wizard! ”