Before the scolding fell, a cyan figure suddenly appeared beside the tanuki, like a soul out of the body, and like a cyan ghost.

"Huh?"

Zhao Butang's expression was grim, and he subconsciously clenched the broken knife.

When the outline of the green shadow suddenly became clear, I was surprised to find that the person who came was actually a young Taoist priest wearing a Taoist robe.

——It is Mo Chuan who galloped in the starry night.

As soon as Mo Chuanfang appeared, he stretched out his hand and pressed it on the tanuki, and there was a faint light flashing in his palm, and he shook his head helplessly for a while, and sighed:

"Looking at the majesty, I didn't expect it to be so unbeaten, even the soul was gone!"

But no, this cat demon is cultivated as a close Jiazi, his tone is terrifying, and Mo Chuan has never seen the art of hooking with one hand;

The method of blowing up and turning into a tiger is even more like the Tiangang method.

It's a coincidence!

Unexpectedly, it was such a goblin, not only was he killed by mortal martial artists, but he didn't even make a ghost immortal.

Only half of the remnant soul remains, and he will not survive for a moment.

squeezing information with soul searching techniques, all that remains is all kinds of insults and ridicule, and Mo Chuan's most concerned method of hooking up has nothing at all.

What a fucking fuck out!

Thinking of this, Mo Chuan subconsciously looked at Zhao Butang, and while he was surprised in his heart, he also took it for granted.

can resist thirty-one swords under the Sanjing sword, although the sword is hit, it is enough to prove that it is extraordinary.

You must know that the tanuki was under the Sanjing Sword, and it only took three or five moves, and then it was so frightened that it hit the wall and fled!

I don't know why the tanuki didn't find out about the details here?

No!

In fact, if he hadn't seen the tanuki die under Zhao Bu's knife, Mo Chuan would have ignored it.

It's really Zhao Butang's first impression that is too bad.

The skin is open and the flesh is open, and the blood is ragged, like a big and dying appearance.

"Why is the Ghost Sword in your hand?"

At this moment, Zhao Butang, who was secretly on guard, suddenly lost his voice and exclaimed.

"It's now called the Sanjing Sword, and the poor Dao is exchanged for the Dao Law."

"Impossible! Han Mancang cherished this sword very much, some people once laughed at this sword and said that it was too old, and he wanted to give away a thousand gold swords, but he sternly refused, how could he change the sword? ”

Zhao Butang's first reaction was disbelief.

"Heh, what I gave him was the hope of knocking immortals, even if it doesn't work, it can be a family heirloom, and he has no reason to refuse."

"Daofa?"

Zhao Butang became more and more ridiculous, and sighed for a while: "Dao Chang Immortal is sure to do it, otherwise Han Mancang will definitely not sell the sword!" ”

"I can't talk about it. After all, Han Mancang is Jiazi, and the poor Dao is just selling him a hope of immortality. Mo Chuan shook his head.

"Immortality? Hehe...... How stupid it is to sell even a sword for the sake of an illusory thing! ”

Zhao Butang sneered.

Before the words fell, there was a sudden "poof", and a mouthful of blood vomited out.

It's not that the mind has been hit hard, but that the end is approaching.

I saw that the blood on his face was lost, his whole body collapsed, and he fell to the ground with a "poof", if it weren't for the broken knife pillar, I am afraid that even the last trace of dignity would not be able to be saved.

"Hehe......"

Zhao Butang laughed, he had expected the current situation and was mentally prepared.

Han Mancang's thirty-one swords, the sword and sword hurt the viscera, and there is no medicine stone to save it!

Thanks to his perennial practice of martial arts, his qi and blood are vigorous, so he can survive for a long time.

He didn't know what the emerald green balls that the cat demon gave him to eat?

But when I think about it, it's mostly something that stimulates potential.

After all, the cat demon wants his soul, and there is no reason to consume the elixir to save his life.

In fact, the cat demon has spoken several times, which also proves this.

"A certain life practiced the sword, after the year of dancing elephants, there was no defeat, and now it is at the peak but defeated by the ghost shadow sword, and a certain loss is convincing...... It's just that I am unwilling, why did the predecessors of Han abandon the sword and cultivate the way? ”

Zhao Butang said weakly, with a hint of unwillingness and grievance in his tone.

It's a complicated feeling.

The realm that I can't ask for, but others abandon it at will, this feeling is too heart-wrenching!!

"That's it! A certain swordsman in the rivers and lakes, how can he be qualified to be unwilling to speak for the sword? Perhaps his sword path has reached its peak, and there is no hope of advancing an inch, and it is reasonable to abandon the sword cultivation path. ”

"Time is running out, I beg the Taoist chief to do me a favor, if he passes by Hanjiazhuang in the future, please help someone with a word, just say that the cat demon is dead, don't worry. A little money, the right to be a reward, and I hope that the Taoist chief will not be disgusted. ”

After a thousand thoughts, Zhao Butang reached a reconciliation with himself, took out a money bag from his arms, and handed it over.

Seeing this, Mo Chuan stretched out his hand to take it: "The words of the layman, the poor road must be brought." ”

“…… Thank you! ”

Zhao Butang nodded, and immediately tried his best to raise his chin against the hilt of the knife, trying to make his death more dignified.

Mo Chuan looked at this scene, and if he was touched, he couldn't bear to say:

"In fact, the layman was not defeated by Han Mancang, but by the Ghost Shadow Sword, because this sword is a spiritual sword that seizes the heavens and the earth, and it is still glorious to fight with manpower!"

When the words fell, a sword roared, and the cold light appeared, and the Sanjing sword "boomed" and shot into the deep forest.

"Puff puff!"

At noon, the forest was devastated, and I saw the sword light shooting, the branches and leaves were scattered, and the ancient trees collapsed.

Looking from afar, the grass and trees are shaking, as if thousands of troops are coming!

The scene is magnificent.

Mo Chuan didn't look at the Sanjing Sword, but turned his head to look at Zhao Butang.

At this time, Lingnan's first knife Zhao Butang had already put his chin against the hilt, his eyes widened, his pupils dilated, and his face stiffened.

"Whew!"

The Sanjing Sword suddenly turned back and hovered beside Mo Chuan, buzzing and trembling, as if asking, did he see it?

Mo Chuan pursed his lips and was speechless, and then shook his head and sighed:

"Haoqi Qingying, immortal Zhuo, it is difficult to distinguish from the soil!"

"If you don't prove the avenue, it will be loess in the end!"

After speaking, he reached out and grabbed the Sanjing sword, put the sword back into its sheath, and turned to leave.

The branches and leaves are swaying, and the water is murmuring.

Not long after Mo Chuan left, a wisp of remnant soul struggled to emerge from Zhao Butang's corpse, and a hook talisman lingered on it.

“…… Immortal Flying Sword! ”

"It turns out that this is the reason why Han Mancang abandoned the sword cultivation path?"

The large area of collapsed deep forest made Zhao Bu's remnant soul god shake.

"Immortal ?!!"

The next moment, he reacted suddenly, and subconsciously rushed in the direction of Mo Chuan.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the remnant soul was separated from the body, he looked at the sky with a frightened face, and the panicked scorching sun burned his remnant soul that was lucky enough to be gathered out of the charm of the hook.

The end is:

Everything is fate, and nothing is up to anyone.

The avenue is merciless!

……

……

Time flies, and the years go by.

Witnessing a desolation in the world, Mo Chuan, full of sorrow, simply retreated for alchemy.

It took him five days to cook the pills needed to return the Tong Pill one by one, and it took another day to synthesize the first furnace of pills.

Two in total.

One was sent to Fengming Cave in person according to the agreement.

Not surprisingly, the pheasant was surprised and delighted by this.

However, after all, it is a thousand-year-old demon, and it is impossible to believe in Mo Chuan, so after some scenes, he took the pill to identify the authenticity.

The remaining one, Mo Chuan temporarily collected.

It is not difficult to refine the Dan of the Tong, but the difficult thing is that the Dan material is rare.

Nature can't be wasted at will.

……

Zhao Bu was entangled in the first seven, and Mo Chuan visited Hanjiazhuang late at night according to the agreement.

At this time, Han Mancang had already dismissed his servants, set up a banquet, and waited for the immortal chief to come.

Mo Chuan sat down at the table, took a closer look, and was surprised to find that Han Mancang, who was dying of old age, had already taken a bite of Chenguang and officially stepped into the road.

"Congratulations to Daoyou, congratulations to Daoyou."

Mo Chuan handed over the gift, and thought of Zhao Butang for no reason.

How amazing is Zhao Butang?

With the naked eye, a broken knife, can fight a tiger, but in the end it is reduced to death.

On the other hand, Han Mancang, with a spiritual sword, earned the fame of the great rivers and lakes, and when he was old, he exchanged the spiritual sword for the opportunity of the Dao, and the luck here was also Mo Chuan, who had the sacrificial Dao furnace, and his mentality was balanced.

"Rejoice and rejoice! The little old man can enter the door, but it is really carried by the immortal. At that time, there were no eyes, but today I know the power of the immortal chief, and I am sincerely afraid, and I am willing to hold the sword boy for the immortal chief to make up for the crime of collision. ”

Han Mancang is an old man, looking at Mo Chuan in a good mood, and wants to worship his subordinates.

"Hahaha, it's not necessary for Daoist friends to say this, how can poor Daoists be narrow-minded?"

"Immortal Commander misunderstood! The little old man has been stumbling for half his life, and now he finally has the fate of the Tao, and he is willing to sweep for the immortal and listen to the avenue. ”

Han Mancang saw Mo Chuan's refusal, and seemed to be mocking, so he hurriedly said frankly.

"Poor Dao is dedicated to seeking the Tao, without distractions, and hopes that Taoist friends will understand."

Mo Chuan refused again, and his tone was already three points colder.

To tell the truth, Han Mancang, who was trained by the dye vat rivers and lakes, is sophisticated and has perseverance, all of which are superior talents.

But Mo Chuan just didn't want to accept him.

Even if he is very short of people.

If you ask why?

He couldn't say that he was ugly, but when he rejected Han Mancang, Zhao Butang's figure subconsciously flashed in his mind.

"Little old man Meng Lang, please forgive me."

Seeing this, Han Mancang hurriedly confessed, and finally stopped talking.

Only then did Mo Chuan regain his gentle and jade-like appearance, his attitude was amiable, and he sat down with Han Mancang to discuss.

He said a lot, from the experience of worshipping and fighting, to the rules of Taoism, to the competition between Taoism and Buddha, and even the hundreds of schools of thought...... Hearing this, Han Mancang was in a state of dumbness almost overnight.

Sleepless nights.

When the red sun first appeared and the sunlight shone slightly, Mo Chuan said goodbye and left, and suddenly said: "By the way, have you ever found Zhao Butang's body?" ”

Han Mancang was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly said: "The poor Dao disciple once mentioned it, but the poor Dao is obsessed with cultivation and has never asked. ”

Mo Chuan sighed in his heart: "When Zhao Butang is dying, please ask Poor Dao to bring a message to Daoyou." ”

"The cat demon is dead, don't worry!"

After speaking, he turned around and walked away, leaving Han Mancang alone, frowning for a long time, thinking about the deep meaning of Immortal Chang's words.

……

……

After ending the cause and effect of the Three Scenes Sword, Mo Chuan's life returned to peace.

Every day is either practice, or alchemy and boiled grass. Occasionally, when I am interested, I practice the sword to save the time against the enemy, and the cooperation is not tacit enough.

On February 11, an incense stick was burned.

But it was the scholars who participated in the spring, panicked in the middle of the night, knelt in front of the couch, and begged God to worship the Buddha.

Mo Chuan couldn't help when he saw this, he couldn't help you, right?

However, seeing the shizi's patched appearance, he couldn't bear it, so he simply played a wisp of Yuan Qi to keep him in good spirits and not be dragged down by his body.

On February 17, another incense burned on the face.

But he is a dying man, and sincerely prays to the gods and Buddhas.

Mo Chuan looked at the four walls of his family, and simply used the ability of the cow to avoid the epidemic.

……

I have to say that as his cultivation grows up, the incense that once required him to do it himself no longer needs to be aggressive.

A lot of incense, just a little maintenance, the incense can be sustained!

No, the first month of the Lantern Festival on the Banling Mountain Matou Creek, where a large amount of incense is offered, and there is incense at the end of February.

Mo Chuan looked at it, it seemed that it was a big family, he had a nightmare, and his heart was uneasy, so he offered incense and prayed for peace.

He was too lazy to run away, so he simply sent Fu Luan to walk the old way.

Fuluan Lao Dao got the order, thinking of Lin Gong's respectful appearance, even though he had already seen through the warmth and coldness of people, he still inevitably felt a little excited in his heart.

Sure enough, as soon as he followed the incense and escaped into the mud statue of the main god, he saw that Lin Gong was already standing aside, and said respectfully: "The grass people are hunting in the forest, please meet the main god!" ”

Fuluan Lao Dao stroked his beard and smiled: "Get up, no need to be polite!" ”

"Yes!" Lin Gong got up and looked at Fuluan Lao Dao's gaze with a little more scrutiny.

"Poor Dao heard that there is a meritorious person, because the family is evil, so he goes to incense to pray for peace, but is there such a thing?" Fuluan Lao Dao asked straight to the point.

"This is true, but this is not a local sponsor, but a good believer in a neighboring town."

Lin said openly and pointed to the key points first.

The so-called sponsor is the believer who donates money.

The meaning of what Lin Gong said is obvious, this is a temporary Buddha's foot.

"Let's talk about it carefully."

When the old man heard this, he didn't say anything, nor did he say that he didn't care.

"Back to the Lord God's words, this family is surnamed Ji, and there are clansmen in the state capital who are officials, and they are quite famous in the local area! Two days ago, there was an evil in the house, and the family often had the same nightmare, and after inviting the nearby Huangguan Buddha, they set up the altar and recited the scriptures, but they never got better. Hearing that we had this miracle, I was helpless, so I worshiped the incense. ”

Lin Gongyan said succinctly.

"I see, it is both a good faith and an incense, so it should be a look, and Lin Gong will lead the way?"

"Yes, Lord God, come with me."

Lin Gong bowed his hand, and then turned into a cloud of green smoke and escaped under the surface.

Fuluan Lao Dao is no longer Wuxia Ameng, and he tends to keep up with him when he sees this.

The two ghosts and immortals one after the other, but in only two quarters of an hour, they arrived at the residence of the meritorious lord.

This is said to be a mansion, but in fact it is a local squire, the house is a mixture of brick and stone, and it looks particularly bright against the background of the mud walls and grass roofs around it.

In the courtyard, there are also remnants of the altar.

Pieces of rune paper are pasted on the high wall of the lintel, soothing people's hearts, and talking is better than nothing.

Fuluan Lao Dao walked around the ground, and finally revealed his figure in a side room, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Since becoming a ghost immortal, the yin qi that was once difficult to see with the naked eye is now like a fire.

That's it, he didn't find anything unusual in this mansion!

"Lord God, have you found anything abnormal?"

Lin Gong came up and asked curiously.

"No wonder the yellow-crowned Buddha around him returned in vain, the evil here's either heart disease or the big murderer." Fuluan Lao Dao said in a deep voice.

"Heart disease? Lord God, so many villagers have nightmares, it shouldn't be a heart disease, right? "Lin Gongdao.

"Hopefully!"

Fuluan Lao Dao waved his hand, and said with an unfathomable expression: "You don't avoid it, the poor Dao needs to be verified by casting spells." ”

"Yes!"

Lin Gong was shocked when he heard this, and hurriedly withdrew from the side house.

Fuluan Lao Dao looked around, looked carefully, and after making sure that no one was snooping, he recited the name of the ancestor in a low voice.

……

At the same time, next to Fuluan Lao Dao, a purple-robed Lao Dao sat cross-legged, with low eyebrows and lowered eyes, and he was in a comfortable place, as if he had attained the Tao of true immortals!

(End of chapter)