As the saying goes: people die like tigers, and tigers die like mud.

Deep in the mountains and old forests, among the crouching tigers all over the ground, a head rolling beside the mountain road suddenly opened its eyes and spoke kindly.

How infiltrating this scene is!

Seeing this, Mo Chuan's horror quietly faded, and he teased:

"Tsk, where did the lonely soul and wild ghost come from, and dare to possess the head of a person, not afraid of the poor road to smash your heavenly spirit cover?"

"The Taoist misunderstood, we are not lonely ghosts, we are the corpse chasers of the Yin Gate."

While the head was talking, the body lying on the side of the road actually got up on its own, picked up the head between the groping hands and pressed it to the neck.

Wow, he directly performed a big change for Mo Chuan!

At the same time, the corpse of another corpse chaser also got up, pouted and searched for a long time, found a head from the craggy rocks and pressed it, and cursed in his mouth.

"This group of brutes who have suffered a thousand knives can die of pain."

If you look closely, you can see that your head fell into the rocks and cut your face.

Mo Chuan was surprised when he saw this, he was not afraid of losing his head, but he was even afraid of strange stones, which was a bit interesting.

"What kind of spell is this?"

"Compared with the Dao Chief's technique of taking things from the air, it's just a low-end skill, which makes the Dao Master smile."

The big corpse glanced at the shovel in Mo Chuan's hand, and said with a smile on his face.

- If it weren't for the fear that the Dao Master would bury them alive, he wouldn't have reminded them out loud! Of course, the more important thing is that this little Taoist leader looks like a good person.

"Really? Why don't we change it? Mo Chuan was happy and proposed.

"The Taoist chief laughed, the skills are not passed on, the sea does not leak the bottom, although the old mantle is small, but the children are not passed on to the daughters, the inside is not passed on to the outside, and the Taoist Haihan is still hopeful!" [Note 1]

The corpse hurriedly surrendered his hand.

"Hey, don't be in a hurry to refuse, listen to the method changed by the poor road, and you won't suffer, right?"

Mo Chuan's face was meaningful.

"Tell me! Tell me about it! ”

The young corpse who covered his broken face came over, his eyes shining.

"Since the Taoist chief is willing to preach, we can't ask for it, so we just open our eyes."

I don't know if the death of the corpse is because of the words of the apprentice, but he still has the intention to probe Mo Chuan's heels, and he looks like he is listening to him.

"There is a technique in the poor road, called the ghost and the immortal, you can ask the immortal to help the luan, and subdue the demon and subdue the demon. The old man travels back and forth in the mountains, if he encounters a bandit sneaky, he can ask the ghosts and fairies to help him with a snap of his fingers, worry-free! Mo Chuan said with a smile on his face.

"And such spells?" The young corpse's eyes lit up, and he immediately pulled the master's sleeve.

"When I was young, I once heard a Taoist priest say: All the true heavenly immortals and gods will not be attached to the body of a living person, and if they are attached to a human being, they must be evil demons and unrighteous ghosts."

The Great Corpse refused politely.

"This is a dispute over Taoism, or not, there is a technique in the poor Dao, called Ben Erjing Method, which can swallow the essence of the sun and the moon, mortals cultivate it, and the evil does not dare to get close, and after a hundred years, it can be dissolved into an immortal, isn't it happy and happy?" Mo Chuan said again.

"Master, what is Senior Sister?"

The young corpse pulled the sleeve of the master's coat and asked urgently in a low voice.

He didn't hear what he said clearly, but he heard the sentence "Senior sister is an immortal" clearly.

"Don't be ashamed!"

The big corpse shook his sleeves again with an embarrassed face, and arched his hand:

"I heard that the so-called ghosts and immortals have no place to return in the end, and they are just reincarnated! We people in the mountains pay attention to dust to dust, soil to earth, and hope that the Taoist will understand. ”

Mo Chuan took a light breath and said:

"The old man is also chic! There is also a skill in the poor road, but the gods are like the wind, increase strength, and the night is three thousand, and life must be short, why not be happy in time? ”

This time, I'm talking about the art of copying.

This is Mo Chuan's rare life-saving ability, although he is willing to exchange, he is unwilling to reveal too much.

So just reveal a few points and see if you can do what you like.

The young corpse didn't cover his face anymore when he heard this, and his eyes were shining and he had to pull the master's sleeve again.

I didn't want to, but the master quietly pulled it out and arched his hand:

"The Taoist is so powerful! Don't say it anymore, there is a way, a thousand taels of gold are not sold in the Tao, and the cross street sends the old hand, and the Taoist chief is invited to raise his noble hand! ”

Hearing this, Mo Chuan carefully looked at the face of this corpse chaser.

If he hadn't been dazzled, he could clearly see a little bit of intent flashing in the corpse chaser's eyes, but for some reason he suppressed it and begged for mercy.

"That's it! It's the poor road that sees the hunting heart happy, and it is abrupt. ”

Mo Chuan took a deep breath and bowed his hand: "Farewell!" ”

After saying that, he turned around and headed down the mountain.

"The deep mountain road is slippery, and the road is long and slow!"

The corpse chaser shouted, in exchange for Mo Chuan raising his hand to signal, the mountain fog gradually thickened, and the cyan Dao shadow was submerged in a snap of his fingers.

"Hurry up and pack up and leave, that group of bandits can't argue, I'm afraid they will come back and touch the corpse again!"

Seeing that the Taoist was leaving, the big corpse hurriedly urged the apprentice to pack up his things.

"Oops!"

The young corpse's heart tightened when he heard this, and he hurriedly followed the master to clean it up.

The boy couldn't hide something in his heart.

After a while, he couldn't help but say, "Master, I don't look like a bad guy in that way, why don't you change it?" ”

The big corpse spat at the apprentice's feet and said:

"You, you, you want to become an immortal when you become a human being, you want to go to heaven when you are born on the earth, what do you want to do? After learning that technique, are you still driving out corpses? I really don't know how thick the sky is, the master tells you, don't learn that useless work, look at Shoushan Town, how many dry bones are buried, just learn the art of stacking thousands of gold! ”

"Thanks to the favor of our ancestors, it is already several times stronger than the others to have a eating skill that does not die of hunger! You have to live one day at a time, one day at a time, one day at a time, and ponder the skills in your hands, which is better than anything else! I ask you, what did you stand in the way when the bandit cut you? In case it angers him, the knife ......"

The corpse scolded here, and it came to an abrupt end.

He looked at the mountains and forests with black holes on both sides of the mountain road, and then looked at the apprentice with his head down and said nothing, his heart softened, and he said hard:

"Hurry up, you lead the way, I'll drive the corpse."

"Master...... Drum! ”

The young man stretched out his hand to pick up the master's call for the Yin Gong and the Soul Bell.

"What a gong and drum, let's go!"

The big corpse carried a string of corpses, walked like a fly, and plunged into the thick fog.

The young corpse stood in place, looked down at the downhill road where the Taoist priest left, and then looked up at the uphill road that the master climbed, and finally deflated his mouth and gritted his teeth to catch up with the master.

The fog fills the wilderness, and the wind blows the mountains and forests.

Let's say that after Mo Chuan went down the mountain, he felt very uncomfortable.

Huangpi saw him like a fairy, and the demon boy saw him like a tiger.

Along the way, it can be regarded as a source of left and right, and I have picked up a lot of opportunities with my cleverness, and I feel that I have a sense of destiny.

didn't think about it, but today he touched a gray nose in front of an old man in the mountains.

It can teach him to recognize what it means to be outside of people.

"Alas, I am fortunate to have gained, but I have lost my life! Down! Down! ”

Mo Chuan exhaled and exonerated himself.

"Huh!"

Halfway up the mountain, he suddenly let out a soft sigh.

But I saw two faint lights on the mountain road.

If you look closely, it turned out to be a stupid and stupid roe deer, standing in the middle of the mountain road and looking at him blankly.

It's just that the glittering incense breath on its body can't hide Mo Chuan, who is a fellow practitioner.

When Mo Chuan looked over, the stupid roe deer immediately turned his head and walked down the mountain road, walked less than two steps, and then stopped and looked back at Mo Chuan.

"Interesting."

Mo Chuan grinned and raised his heel.