Wen Daolun looked him up and down, stroked his long beard and said, "Okay, you can go back with my car in a while." This is the promise.

Then the two of them stood aside and waited for the program to finish.

Wen Daolun had to finish burning seven incense sticks before he could leave. At that time, the sacrifice of the common people was almost over. He Lingchuan asked his companion in a low voice, "Why does Wen Daolun owe you favors?"

"He occasionally goes to the Shushu Palace."

..... Teach children?" How can I say that he is also a henchman relied on by Commander Zhong, who went to see a group of chirping sparrows when he was full?

"We don't just teach children." The Shulu Academy Palace is the best official school in Panlong City, Sun Fuling said with a smile, "He came to play chess with an old friend, that is, my mentor Xu Shichu. Two months ago, he came again, and when his teacher was not there, I played a few games with him."

"Mr. Wen said that as long as I win, he will sell me a favor, and then I will ....." she shrugged, "two wins in three games."

"You gave me such a precious favor?" He Lingchuan was moved.

"Favors are used more and more, not used and lost." Sun Fuling glanced at him, "Now it's your turn to owe me favors."

"Well said." He patted his chest, "Whatever you want."

Idle, He Lingchuan walked to the edge of the séance platform and looked down.

Good fellow, the cliffs are charred and black, and there is occasionally a glimmer of electric light. There should have been plants growing on this rock, but after the three thunderstorms, there was nothing left, and it was bare.

He Lingchuan also saw traces of lightning strikes on some rocks, but they were very old.

"We just heard the sacrifice, and the gods sent down thunder and took away the sacrifice." He Lingchuan pointed to his feet, "This is caused by the thunder at that time?" Even the solid rock has melted, and the living creatures cannot be spared.

"Yes, no one has such a skill except the power of the gods." Sun Fuling said leisurely, "Those few thunderbolts slashed down, and in addition to fear, it brought us precious confidence."

"Because the gods are on our side?"

"Of course." Sun Fuling sighed, "You weren't in Panlong City at that time, I don't know how depressed and desperate everyone was...... Once again, we were abandoned by the motherland, and even Commander Zhong became seriously ill."

After Panlong City became an enclave, Zhong Shengguang led his troops to stick to the Panlong Wasteland, and it was twelve years to defend it.

But the good times didn't last long, and in less than a year, the war broke out again, and the weak Xiluo Kingdom lost contact with Panlong City again, and it even wanted to cede Panlong City to Baling Kingdom for a time.

This was too great a blow to Panlong City, and the group of enemies held on for twelve years, but in exchange for this result.

How many twelve years are there in life?

The wind of depression up and down Panlong City can be imagined.

In this situation, if there were no gods to come out and show amazing miracles to boost confidence, Panlong City would have collapsed long ago, and there would not even be a need for the enemy to intervene.

He Lingchuan looked at the altar again.

The ritual of rewarding the gods three years ago was a turning point in the fate of the entire Panlong Wasteland. Since then, everything has been different.

After waiting for a while, when the last stick of incense was almost finished, Wen Daolun stepped down from the altar and came over in person, saying, "Okay, come with me in the car."

His time is precious, and he plans to use the return time to answer He Lingchuan's questions. At this time, He Lingchuan pointed to the bottom of the cliff and said, "Look, there are living creatures underneath!"

The wasteland directly below the séance platform was originally covered with plants, and three thunderbolts slashed down, and even the ground was scorched black. So the figure running on this bare scorched ground is particularly conspicuous.

He Lingchuan practiced diligently, and his eyesight had already improved, although he was separated by dozens of feet, he could still see the small black dots under him sniffing everywhere, and there was a tail behind him.

Wen Daolun also looked down and sneered, "The thief's heart is immortal." "That's also the Tsudo Oni Cub?"

"yes. The galeforce I had placed below had already caught up."

Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, dozens of people appeared in the bushes below, surrounding the black spot. 「

Why are these monsters going down?"

Wen Daolun said casually, "They want to feel the breath of the gods." This is very incomprehensible, the breath of the gods?

And how did he know to lay out here in advance? It seems that Panlong City knows a lot about Jindu ghost cubs.

He Lingchuan didn't ask, because Wen Daolun clapped his hands and said, "Let's go." The two men boarded with Windolun, their own carriage following behind.

The carriage was more spacious, with some soft mattresses for added comfort, a charcoal basin, and a desk. Compared with the outfits of large families, this is already unpretentious.

The three of them sat down, the carriage started, and Wen Daolun immediately spoke: "I have a word first, lest Xu Shichu turn around and pick me

Defect. The premise of the so-called numerology has a definite number is that heaven is constant. However, the catastrophe of heaven and earth has shaken the origin, and there is no estimate of how much can be calculated in various deductions."

He said bluntly, after the cataclysm three thousand years ago, the means of divination were not very accurate. He Lingchuan nodded, it was not the first time he had heard this statement.

Then Wen Daolun asked about He Lingchuan's birthday. He Lingchuan was about to report it, but Leng Buding felt that something was wrong: Oops! The year he was born, more than a hundred years after the fall of Panlong City!

Take his real birth date out, no matter how you calculate it, it's a bit big. Why didn't you think of it beforehand?

He had to say, "I—I don't know, I'm adopted."

"Ambiguous?" Wen Daolun thought about it, leaned over to look at his face, then looked at his hands, and then called his pulse, and even opened his eyelids to take a look.

This style is no different from the old Chinese medicine doctor's looking, hearing, and asking.

Wen Daolun added a piece of charcoal to the charcoal basin before saying, "Looking at your face, you don't look like a person without parents!"

"Maybe they're still alive?" He Lingchuan lied hard, but he was complaining in his heart. It's like looking at a doctor, if there is something to hide, can the diagnosis given by the doctor be reliable?

"Good fortune, immeasurable future, and the last time is also the body of a talent, are you still called a bad luck? Then the common people really have no way to live."

It seems that He Chunhua has been talking about the eldest son as a lucky general all day long, and it is not that he has no credentials. He Lingchuan and Sun Lingling glanced at each other: "What I deduced is a big monster who has been practicing Taoism for more than 300 years, and it has been studying the "Tianhe Collection" handed down by Dongli Zhenren for many years, and he also left me two verses."

"Dongli Zhenren?" Wen Daolun was stunned for a moment, and thought for a while, "The Dongli real person of the Great Returning Sect?" "Ahh (First tone)"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes." Dongli Zhenren himself wrote in the cave to give it to future generations, can there be any mistakes? "It accidentally entered the cave mansion where the real person sat in the east and got the treasure of other people."

"In the post-Reiki era, this one is also famous." Wen Daolun wanted to come to those two verses and scrutinize them carefully.

"It's like a cage.... Prison ....." he pondered for a moment, then frowned, "Could it be that you are also imprisoned?"

He Lingchuan immediately asked, "What does this mean?" He didn't miss the word "also".

Wen Daolun sighed: "In terms of fortune alone, you have surpassed ordinary people by too much, and it is really strange that there is still this kind of luck in the Coiling Dragon Wasteland. Think for yourself, has it been smooth sailing since I was a child?"

"Yes." The original body was indeed grown up eating, drinking, and being comfortable.

"You can't take out the eight characters, you can't push the life palace, it's really hard to calculate. If it is said that from good to evil, there must be a key node, I don't see it. But the verse emphasizes that "the dove occupies the magpie's nest" and "the body is like a cage", so why did it come out and say it?"

He Lingchuan looks at the nose with his eyes, and his nose looks at his heart. He took the old turtle demon's prophecy seriously, mainly because of the four words "dove occupies the magpie's nest".

I am an outsider, and there should not be a second person in this world who knows. Wen Daolun pondered for a long time, suddenly opened the curtain of the car, and said a few words outside.

Soon, several guards came over with a large tarpaulin and covered the entire carriage. Even the doors and windows were blocked, and only a little light came in.

"There's another way, let's give it a try." He suddenly lit a fine incense and asked Sun Poria to take it. The incense is pale cyan and the smell is particularly pleasant

Person.

Wen Daolun took out a small piece of wood from his bosom and blew lightly.

The wood was so ordinary that it could be picked up, and there seemed to be traces of moss growing on it, and there were two small holes. After he blew on it, a white shadow floated out of the wooden hole.

After it transformed, it was actually a half-palm-sized villain, looking like a little girl. After it floated out, he couldn't wait to suck the smoke in Sun Fuling's hand, and his face actually showed a happy expression.

Soul in the wood? He Lingchuan looked at the piece of wood again, there were not many Horcruxes that could accommodate the dead souls, could this be the undersea wood?

"This is Tong Tong, a gathering of the dead souls of young children who are unfortunate but have no evil thoughts in their hearts." Wen Daolun tapped his temples, "You relax your mind, don't resist, I'll let it go to your sea to see what is going on."

Knowing the sea? He Lingchuan remembered the glowing imprint.

He closed his eyes, and Tong Tong flew around him and got through his ears.

For He Lingchuan, it felt like taking a puff of mint, and his whole brain suddenly felt cool. But that's it, he didn't feel the pain of the last time the gods invaded.

Ten breaths have passed. Twenty breaths passed.

He Lingchuan opened his eyes and saw the two of them staring at him, and the light in the carriage was dim. Wen Daolun seemed a little surprised: "Can you open your eyes? How does it feel now?" "My head is cold, it's gone."

Wen Daolun didn't seem to believe it, and asked again, "There is no pain, no vision?" He Lingchuan shook his head.

After a dozen more breaths, a wisp of white mist floated out of his ears and turned back into the spirit of the little girl in midair.

She didn't look like she was hurt, and He Lingchuan sighed secretly. Is it because the way she visited was not as rough as the god last time, so the backlash she suffered was also small?

She rushed into Wen Daolun's ear and gushed into him. Strangely, He Lingchuan couldn't hear any sound, as if he was watching a silent movie.

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