"Let the gentleman see it."

After a while, Huang Buyu cleaned up his mood, patted the dust on his body with both hands, and then bowed respectfully.

"Disciple Huang Buyu, thank Mr. for the grace of recreation!"

He who has mastered the method of asking for seals, try a few more times, and most of them will be able to take off the body of a beast and transform into a human form.

But we must also admit that there are both opportunities and risks.

Every failure will cause irreversible damage to the foundation of his Taoism.

Otherwise, he would not have lost his mind in the first place, and he would have killed the only son of the Chen family!

Now that the immortal is saying that he is sealed, I don't know how many times stronger than his own begging for the seal, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is the grace of recreation.

The most important thing is that the immortal is willing to be sealed, which means that he has been preliminarily recognized.

This means that he is one step closer to that great immortal fate!

"Get up! Jinghe County Zhang Yuanwai study or chance, you go to Haosheng to check, don't alarm outsiders. ”

Mo Chuan accepted it calmly and gave a new task.

"Disciple obeys the decree of the master!" Huang Buyu hurriedly responded.

"Don't disturb the Chen family in the future, if you look for the poor road, sincerely incense, or visualize the appearance of the poor road, or read the pseudonym of the poor road, the poor road will naturally feel it."

Mo Chuan mentioned again, and the figure disappeared immediately, leaving only a faint green smoke, lingering.

Huang Buyu's heart shook when he heard this.

Honesty and incense can communicate with immortals...... What kind of supernatural power is this?

Even if it is the art of helping the beggar, it is only to lower the soul of the primordial spirit at most.

Look at Mo Shangxian, directly crossing the body.

The gap is as different as mud!

Thinking of this, Huang Buyu looked at his vivid humanoid body again, and his heart became more and more fanatical.

You have to worship under the Shangxian Sect, even if you are a registered disciple, you can learn a trick and a half, which is enough for him to use for a lifetime!

……

……

Let's say that after Mo Chuan left, he randomly found a barren mountain and wild road to explore the treasure offered by Huang Buyu.

- Cymbals.

But anyone who hides a little bit of cultivation can see that this cymbal is extraordinary.

Not only is the aura lingering on the surface, but there is also a golden aura vibrating inside.

If it can be released, I am afraid that it will not be able to shatter the soul and break the flesh and blood.

But how can it be stimulated?

Mo Chuan tried to strike with a foreign object.

As a result, whether it was a stone or a magic weapon, none of them succeeded.

Even if the three clear bells that control the headless ghost are knocked on, there will be no waves.

"Could it be that this magic weapon must be in pairs to be activated?"

After some useless work, Mo Chuan gritted his teeth and was ruthless, and simply tried his best to infuse Yuan Qi.

He wanted to see what it would be like when the dead thing reached its limits.

"Hum—"

With the infusion of Yuan Qi, the cymbals suddenly trembled.

The golden qi contained in it rapidly expanded, and it spun endlessly violently, trying to get out of trouble.

"Huh!"

Mo Chuan suddenly sighed, but at this moment, he actually sensed the position of the other half of the cymbals through this half of the cymbals.

"It's kind of interesting!"

He was interested, left and right, and simply followed the memory of the glimpse and looked for the past.

This time, Mo Chuan was dumbfounded.

He looked at the mountain and ran away with a dead horse.

In the dark induction, the half of the cymbals looked not far away, but unexpectedly, until the sun was getting dark, the half of the cymbals were not sensed.

'Well, I'm afraid I won't be able to find it today. ’

Mo Chuan climbed high and looked at the smoke rising in the distance, so he simply decided to spend the night.

I have to say that compared to the soul and body, the physical body is much more troublesome.

Hunger, thirst, exhaustion, and dragging.

I even had to poop and pee.

Twenty miles away, I was stunned and ran out of forty miles.

Leave it before, scatter and become angry, regardless of his deep forests and ravines, as long as Yuan Qi can support it, it can be said that he can travel thousands of miles a day.

It is no wonder that the Daomen is famous for his out-of-body supernatural powers, which are called: Shenxing.

It's really to the point.

"Stop fighting! Stop it! Whining...... I beg you......"

Before they got close to the village, a woman's cry of pain and pleading was heard.

Mo Chuan stretched out his head to look.

In the distance, dozens of villagers can be seen chasing and beating a woman with shovels and sticks.

The woman was still holding the bucket in her hand, and as she shouted, she ran towards the village, and the bucket was littered with laundry clothes.

Mo Chuan's face turned strange.

As the old saying goes:

It is better to stay in a deserted grave at night than to live in an ancient temple.

That is, the human heart is sometimes more terrible than a ghost.

How did it just happen?

Dao Ye, I just passed by, so arrange such a play for me? Is this to save me as a hero?

Mo Chuan joked in his heart, but people quickened their pace.

"To be born or not to be born? To be born or not to be born? ”

"Huh? To be born or not to be born!! ”

As Mo Chuan approached, a series of remote dialects drilled into his ears, and he who was originally looking at him coldly, but he felt that something was wrong.

But I saw that this group of villagers was really fighting!

The iron shovel and sticks danced vigorously, and under the chaos of the sticks, the woman was beaten to the point that her nose was blue and her face was swollen, and her face was wiped with blood, and she was extremely embarrassed.

In the beginning, the woman begged for forgiveness.

It didn't take long for him to be desperate, curled up, and let everyone beat him.

"Stop!" A shout came.

The beating villagers raised their heads in amazement, and saw a young Taoist priest with red lips and white teeth, coming angrily from the mountain road at the entrance of the village.

"Where did the wild Taoist come from? Get lost! ”

The two perpetrators looked at each other with bloodshot eyes, and under the reckless violence, the anger in their hearts was already stimulated.

"Stop fighting! What is it that makes such a ruthless move? ”

Mo Chuan tried to find out the truth and prevent the women who saved Pan Jinlian and others.

No, in the face of his inquiry, this group of villagers didn't bother to explain at all, and still beat endlessly.

Only a few villagers subconsciously glanced at it, and their eyes were a little dazed.

Obviously, I couldn't understand Mo Chuan's accent.

"Don't stop it, don't blame the poor and you're welcome!"

Seeing that the abuser still had no intention of stopping, Mo Chuan scolded angrily and rushed over with his feet raised.

"Oops, hey—"

"Oops!"

"Who-"

In the surprise exclamation, the perpetrator was punched and kicked by Mo Chuan three times, and all of them were overturned.

Mo Chuan has never learned boxing and kicking.

But with the blessing of the art of copying, the movements are as fast as lightning.

As the saying goes: martial arts in the world are not fast and unbreakable.

This speed against a dozen malnourished rural villagers is naturally handy.

"Oh, where did the wild Taoist come from!"

"What are you doing?"

Mo Chuan had just knocked down the perpetrators, and the village, which didn't want to be quiet all the time, suddenly poured out a large group of villagers.

These people were all holding dung forks and shovels, looking at Mo Chuan with a vigilant face, and even more so they were about to move.

Mo Chuan's brows furrowed.

The situation in front of him made him a little confused.

Could it be that the woman really did something angry and resentful?

This is what makes the villagers watch from the wall?

"Dare to ask who is in charge here?" Mo Chuan asked loudly.

The crowd parted, and a black-faced man with a wrinkled face stepped out of the crowd: "I'm the village chief here, who are you?" What do you do to beat the villagers? ”

Mo Chuan frowned: "Dare to ask what happened?" Why is it so cruel to an unarmed woman? What did she do wrong? ”

At this time, a lean man stood up angrily: "You just made a mistake!" She's my daughter-in-law, I'm a good recruit, do your? ”

Mo Chuan looked dazed: "Shoot happy? What do you mean? ”

Seeing this, the village chief had to explain a few words.

It turns out that this is a local folk custom, if the woman does not give birth to a child after marriage, the husband can recruit relatives and friends, take advantage of the daughter-in-law's inattention, and beat him with a stick.

While fighting, you have to shout: "To live or not to live"?

The harder you fight, the smarter you get.

Until the husband appeared with a dustpan full of peanuts and dates, sprinkled it to everyone, and bluntly said, "There is!" Pregnant! ”

The process of patting is complete.

When Mo Chuan heard this, he felt as ridiculous as if he had been struck by lightning, and subconsciously asked:

"What if this is killed?"

"If you're dead, you're dead, just marry another one."

While the village chief was talking, the woman who had been beaten with a blue nose and swollen face had already been helped up by the village woman, and limped into the crowd, not looking at Mo Chuan from beginning to end.

"Okay, you bull-nosed old man, let my daughter-in-law suffer in vain! Today, if you don't give me a talk, I'll see that I'm not done with you! ”

The woman's husband pointed at Mo Chuan's nose and jumped to his feet and scolded and threatened.

Mo Chuan was silent.

Where is this pat hi?

This is clearly a promotion to get rich and kill his wife, and find an excuse to kill his daughter-in-law?!

Looking at the group of rural villagers in front of him, who were menacing and did not feel that they had done anything wrong, but instead glared at him angrily, Mo Chuan thought of Mr. Lu Xun for no reason, and only felt a burst of sadness.

Leave?

"It turned out to be your village shooting, the poor road doesn't know the number of etiquette, and the collision is one, I'm really sorry! Such! Do you look at this half-run copper coin, can you make amends? ”

Mo Chuan stretched out his hand into his arms, took out a half-run copper coin, and apologized.

The villagers looked at each other in surprise.

Those who were beaten were even more greedy, and subconsciously took a step forward.

Half a piece of money, in this poor village, is worth a lot of money.

Without waiting for them to speak, Mo Chuan said again:

"Coincidentally, the poor Taoist temple is supporting the mother who sends the child, and is quite proficient in the method of seeking a child! Now I can't help but go to the layman! You think this is good, why don't you leave this matter to the poor road to solve? Guaranteed success in the child-seeking process! ”

When the sound fell, the villagers chattered and made a noise.

Someone is asking what Mo Chuan is talking about?

There are still people talking about whether this child-giving lady is spiritual?

"You bull's nose, don't you want to borrow seeds?"

The woman's husband was glared at him, and his face was full of anger.

The people around laughed even more when they heard this.

There are also good things, the woman is not ashamed, and she laughs directly.

"Dog leftovers, look at the little Taoist priest, who has fine skin and tender meat, is more watery than a woman, and can borrow him to plant, this is your blessing!"

"That's right!"

"Maybe I can give birth to a little Taoist!"

Everyone giggles and laughs, not ashamed.

Because borrowing seeds is really the next strategy for some families who have no way to ask for children.