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"Brother Wutu Dao, he is the disciple of Dao Ancestor, Brother Zheng Qi?"

Zhang turned around, remembering that the figure in the air had smiled at him before, and asked Wu Tu.

"The Dragon King once said that there was a person in the ancestral land who received the mantle of the Dao Ancestor, who was a fire cultivator, and Brother Wutu Dao had also called him by name.."

A young face, a fire seal.

Although Zhang was sure, he had just come to the ancestral land, and he was afraid that he would be a little reckless, so he arched his hand and looked at the old man, wanting to hear Wutu's answer.

"Zhang Daoyou is humble and religious."

The old man stroked his beard with satisfaction and smiled: "He is Zheng Qi Daoyou."

"Brother Dao is serious." When Zhang heard Brother Dao's praise, he was a little flattered and said, "I.."

"Mo Yan."

The old man seemed to have something, waved his hand to interrupt Zhang's words, stretched out his hand to the distant village and said, "Daoyou Zhang, there is still a lot of time, I will talk about it later, and it is better to arrange a house for your brother first, so that you can live in the cultivation camp first."

The old man's words fell.

Zhang was curious, followed the old man's point, and really looked at the ancestral village for the first time.

The fog in the air seemed to lighten a little, and the scenery of the village was revealed.

Streets several feet wide, on the edge of the village, houses the size of hills.

"It's a lot bigger than the Dragon Palace.."

Zhang exclaimed and looked at the village.

Because of Chen Peng's supernatural powers in the small world of the Five Elements, there are now dozens of miles in the village alone, which is more than several times wider than the Dragon Palace, which can be regarded as a self-proclaimed small world.

Especially when the people in the village are idle, they occasionally build it, although there are not many, but now the houses in the village are also idle and redundant.

Among them, the stone house outside the village also has the forbidden method arrangement of the Great Dao, which is used to clear the Dao mind and gather the aura, so no matter what the Five Elements Dao Method, any race, it is beneficial to meditate and cultivate in it.

Therefore, Nanhua did not see his villagers in the village before, because most of the people in the village lived in stone houses outside the village to live and cultivate.

"And the Taoist who called Nanhua, after being guided by the Zheng family doll, should also come here.."

Wu Tu looked at the thick clouds in the village.

What he was anxious about before was that Nanhua came here.

"Attached by Dao Ancestor, it can't be delayed!"

Wu Tu pondered, looked at Zhang Hou, who was stunned in place, and said with a smile: "If Zhang Daoyou doesn't mind, why don't you find a place for your brother?"

The old man invited each other to talk.

Zhang came back to his senses after hearing this, and hurriedly waved his hand and said, "Don't dare to bother Brother Dao, I'll just find a place to meditate cross-legged at will."

"No." The old man shook his head.

"Why?"

Seeing the old man shaking his head, Zhang was puzzled, and asked, "The ancestral land is so abundant, what is the difference there?"

"This.."

The old man frowned, as if he didn't want to say more.

"Why can't you say that?"

Gengjin interjected, looked at the puzzled Zhang, and explained: "The ancestral land is cautious, except for a hundred meters inside and outside the dojo, children inside and outside the village are not allowed to leave the house from time to time."

The hour is midnight.

When the yin qi is at its heaviest, it is not beneficial to ordinary monks.

"But now that I'm in the realm of immortals, I still need to find a place to live?" Zhang asked, as if he was even more puzzled.

"Why do you ask so much."

Gengjin saw Wu Tu looking at it, his heart tightened, and he said a little impatiently: "You will know tonight."

The words fell, and he sat cross-legged.

"Is it possible that there is a ban?" Zhang turned around and looked into the distance.

"But Daozu said that the village can be at will.."

Chapter is confused.

In his eyes, the village shrouded in fog was a little strange in the dimmer sunlight...

The village is surrounded by clouds and mist, and it is impossible to see the virtual and the real clearly.

Meanwhile.

"I'm afraid it's going to get dark."

On a street not far away, a man whispered.

Since he found the so-called destined person, he has been walking in the village where there are no people everywhere, and I don't know how long.

"I'm afraid I can't fall at night."

The Taoist saw that the clouds and mist around him were thicker, and he was afraid of delaying the hour, so he couldn't help but ask a doll next to him: "Little immortal, how long will it take to be able to Dao the land of the Dharma field?"

"It's almost there." The doll held a wooden cup in her hand, pointed ahead and said, "About 100 zhang."

"Baizhang!"

Hearing what the doll said, the Taoist was excited, thinking that he would be able to see the Taoist ancestor soon, so he left the doll and trotted forward.

"That little immortal, the poor road will be one step ahead!"

The words of the Taoist fell, and he stepped out in one step.

It was like a piece of paper, and the fog broke through.

"This is the Dharma Field?"

The fog around him seemed to dissipate a little, and the scenery appeared in front of his eyes.

Creeks, boulders, houses...

"With the Three Great Dao Gods!" The Taoist was stunned, and after his footsteps stopped, he stood still.

Everything in the forest seemed to come back to his mind.

Dryad, Divine Chain.

The strength of the ancient trees in the mountains and forests frightened him.

For the first time, he felt the Taoist magic recorded in the ancient books and belonged to the gods.

"The Gods.. There are more than four people in the village! ”

The Taoist guessed, and after suppressing the fluctuations in his heart, he hurriedly tidied up his robes, stepped forward and bowed: "Three immortals, disciple Nanhua asks to see the ancestor!"

"Nanhua."

Seeing Nanhua coming, Wu Tu nodded, helped him up and said, "You wait a while."

"Yes!"

Nanhua replied, and after standing up, he looked at Zhang, who was asking something with a curious look on his face Gengjin with an impatient face.

"Huh?"

Feeling that someone was watching, Zhang turned his head, the absurd words on his forehead were eye-catching, and the vast aura hit.

"Wild beast!"

Murderous, bloody, and other ancient books surfaced.

Nanhua was shocked, and after glancing at it, he lowered his head.

"Don't blame it." After all, he was only sealed with the word, and the chapter was not yet controlled, and after seeing that the Taoist in front of him was frightened by himself, he apologized.

"It's not right." Nanhua hurriedly returned the gift.

"You don't need to be polite, just be commensurate with your friends." Zhang smiled, and asked Wu Tu again: "Brother Dao, the person you are waiting for has arrived, why don't you tell me why you can't leave the house when you are young?"

"You'll find out when you arrive."

In just a short moment, Zhang's inquiry was no less than five times, and after being helpless, after being perfunctory, he looked at the doll running in the distance and said, "Daozu has an order, and everyone will come to the Dharma field within two days."

"Okay."

The doll's voice changed from choked to excited.

He came from the clouds, and he was a little sad because Nanhua didn't wait.

But at this time, after the old man spoke, he showed a happy expression, as if he had received some reward.

"I'm a herald." The doll was happy and said to the old man, "I'll go tell my father about them now."

The words fell.

The doll released its palm, and the clay figure was thrown into the air.

Twisted, roared.

The clay figurines in the air turned into giants the size of two zhang, and their muddy faces showed their facial features.

"Alright."

The doll clapped its hands excitedly, its eyes squinted at the crescent moon, and jumped behind the clay figurine.

"Clay man, let's give orders."

"Roar!"

The clay man roared, and his limbs swayed, running into the thick fog.

"I don't know how many Taoist friends will return to the village in the future."

Wutu looked at the village in contemplation.

The sound of doll laughter came from the thick fog...

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Out of the world.

Hedong.

Next to an official road.

Under the big tree, a few peasant men were chatting.

"I heard that the Yellow Turban has a teacher one day, and he is a god descending to earth, and he will be able to thunder!"

"Really?" One asked curiously.

"Seriously!"

The man with the yellow scarf on his head was dissatisfied: "If you don't believe it, you can go to the altar in the county with me and see it!"

The words fell.

"It doesn't seem to be fake."

"Shall we take a look?"

Several people had no food and clothing, and they didn't feel a little moved, so they discussed in a low voice.

"Dare to ask."

A hoarse voice sounded, and a red-faced man walked on the side of the road and said, "The Heavenly Master you are talking about, can you be in the county?"

"No."

The man with the yellow turban on his head shook his head, and after glancing at the big man, he saw that he was strong and wanted to include the yellow scarf, so he tempted him and invited: "But there are also small leaders who know some spells."