"It is worthy of the Tiger Demon of the Ten Thousand Miles of Thorn Desolation, this bloodline ...... I'm afraid it has a great history! ”

In the sacrificial furnace, Mo Chuan sat cross-legged behind the desk, looking at the purple lightning jumping on his fingertips, his eyes flashing, and he couldn't stop thinking.

Xiaoyun Mountain Jun is limited by Taoism, and although he awakens the power of purple thunder, he can't use it as he wants.

But he is different, he already has a top three Taoism, and he has the help of copying, this purple thunder is naturally like an arm.

"No wonder the Heavenly Demon Daoist only opened four rounds, and he earned the name of the Heavenly Demon Daoist, the name of the Heavenly Demon, well-deserved!"

Mo Chuan was amazed.

"It seems that the way of the demon wheel, the focus is not on cultivation, but on the bloodline, as long as the host is strong enough to cultivate, with the help of big and small wishes, even if the weak demon can awaken the power of the bloodline."

"No wonder the relict fish cultivation is weak, I originally thought it was a joint grave of branches, and suffered a disaster, but now it seems that it should be the result of the ancient relics accidentally found by the Heavenly Demon Daoist, and I am overjoyed."

Mo Chuan secretly sighed, happy and afraid in his heart.

Without a master, he groped intuitively in many places, and now he suddenly discovered the true meaning of the Yin Fu Demon Wheel, and his heart was naturally full of mixed feelings.

Fortunately, his luck is amazing, and the three demons filled in are all good.

Otherwise, you will regret your death.

"Xiaoyun Shanjun is so rampage, I'm afraid that I will hate Shuanglong Temple, I'd better go to Shuanglong Temple to say hello!"

Mo Chuan's thoughts turned, and he hurriedly left the sacrificial Dao furnace and headed for Shuanglong Temple.

If he guessed correctly, behind the mixed incense in Kemao and Yancheng, there must be a conniving figure of Shuanglong Temple.

Although he couldn't guess why Shuanglong Temple connived at the demons to compete for incense?

To be on the safe side, it's better to come to the door and say hello.

The main reason is that he didn't expect Xiao Yun Shanjun's efficiency to be so high, but in just a few hours, he swept away Kemao's incense.

Although it almost failed, the end result was good after all.

It put him in a good mood.

So much so that when he stepped into Shuanglong Temple, he was also smiling, and it was rare to step into the main hall and offer three incense sticks.

"Amitabha, dare to ask what you call Daoyou?"

After Mo Chuan finished the incense, there was a guest who ushered in, clasped his hands and asked politely.

"Poor Dao Mingchen, from thousands of miles of wilderness, I came to visit Master Shenquan, and I hope to inform you." Mo Chuan said politely.

"The Taoist is the master of the Ten Thousand Dynasty Caves?" Zhike was shocked when he heard this.

"Does the mage recognize the poor way?"

"The name of the Taoist chief, how dare Shuanglong Temple disown it? Michigan here, please! ”

Zhike looked excited, introduced Mo Chuan into the side hall, and after calling Xiao Shami to serve tea and entertain him, he hurriedly confessed and left.

Not long after, there was a dense sound of footsteps outside the side hall.

When the light in front of the hall dimmed, several brown-clothed monks stepped into it.

"Amitabha, poor Taoist Shenzong, I have seen Mingchen Daoyou!"

The leader is the current abbot of Shuanglong Temple, Master Shenzong, who has ascended to the position of abbot, and he still looks quite abstinent in brown clothes.

"Look up for a long time!"

Mo Chuan got up and bowed back, his face was already a little cold, and he even got straight to the point: "Dare to ask Master Shenquan if he is there?" ”

I thought: What does Shen Quan's old bald donkey mean?

Poor Dao Baba came to the door, and you didn't even see it?

If you say that you haven't returned from the Ten Thousand Miles of Jinghuang, then it's just that, but looking at the reaction of the temple, it is obvious that he has returned.

Or was Master Shenquan deposed for exchanging his will relics for his own merits?

That's not right, they're already retired abbots, how can they be deposed?

Those 800 years of cultivation, can it still be paper-paste?

"Amitabha, please forgive me, senior brother is inconvenient to see guests, but the identity of Taoist friends is special, so it naturally doesn't matter, please——"

Shenzong turned around and made a gesture of respect.

Mo Chuan frowned, leaned on the sacrificial furnace, and strode out of the side hall with his head held high.

Immediately, under the leadership of Master Shenzong, he walked to the depths of Shuanglong Temple.

Along the way, the architectural style has changed several times, the old and the new are different, and it can be seen that Shuanglong Temple has also expanded several times to have its current scale.

However, as he walked, Mo Chuan's brows furrowed.

As far as the eye can see, you can see that the buildings on both sides of the strange road are becoming more and more deserted, and there are no longer a few people who have collapsed and collapsed.

That's not the point, the point is:

——The direction of this trip is clearly the backyard of Shuanglong Temple with a hidden double eye well!

Sure enough, it didn't take long for the group to cross an archway, and the lonely eye well came into view.

Seeing this, Mo Chuan trembled all over, and looked at Master Shenzong with a stunned expression.

"Please!"

Master Shenzong stood still and made a gesture of please.

Mo Chuan's eyes flickered, he pursed his lips, his steps were like pouring lead and mercury, and it took a while before he took a step and walked towards the extremely familiar double-eyed well.

When you go to the wellhead, you can look down and see that the water is rippling in the deep well that should be dry.

At the bottom of the well, you can still see two dragon corpses floating up and down.

On a log, a head with a ring scar illuminates the deep well.

The head hesitantly raised his head, and when he saw Mo Chuan, his eyes showed surprise, and he hurriedly got up and clasped his palms to salute:

"Amitabha, they all say that what is on paper is shallow, and I never know that I have to do it. The poor monk consciously mastered the art of drinking water, how did he expect that when he actually performed it, he knew that the mystery was abnormal, and he wanted to ask Taoist friends, but he didn't want Taoist friends to appear in front of him, it was really ...... Be overjoyed. ”

Mo Chuan pursed his lips, and his voice was a little hoarse:

"How is the mage...... Got into the well? ”

"The Chengye River has been dry for more than ten days, and it can't be delayed."

"Then digging a well next to it will only take two or three days."

"Haha, it's not a secret, the poor monk was overjoyed when he saw Long Dan, so he came in! It is rumored in the world that the dragon pill is infinitely useful, and the poor monk tried it in person, and it was true, a dragon pill helped the poor monk break through the thousand-year-old Taoist line and obtain the fruit position! It's a pity that the water purification treasure bottle is eroded by yin and yang, and there are only 500 years left in the 3,000-year Tao, which is a pity, a pity. ”

Master Shenquan smiled and sighed, and his face couldn't hide the smugness.

"The mage can coax others with this words, but he can't coax the poor Dao, for a few days earlier, is it worth it?"

Mo Chuan was unmoved, and there was a trace of sadness in his eyes.

Shen Quan's comprehension is amazing, and it is only a matter of time before he cultivates a thousand-year-old Dao with his talent, so why borrow the external power of that dragon pill?

"Liuyun hurriedly found a place to return, and the floating slaughter stood for eternity! A few days earlier, the poor monk will be able to live a hundred more people, save a life is better than create a seven-level floating slaughter, the poor monk will set up a thousand years of floating slaughter, why should Taoist friends be sad? ”

Master Shenquan's tone was relaxed, as if he had witnessed great freedom in the world.

Mo Chuan was speechless, and there seemed to be inexplicable generosity and tragedy in his chest.

He turned to Shen Zong and the others and said, "Poor Dao wants to talk about the scriptures and Taoism with Master Shen Quan, and I hope that all the masters will be successful." ”

Shen Zong and the others knew the elegance when they heard the string song, and then clasped their palms in return, said goodbye and left.

After a while, only Mo Chuan was left in the desolate backyard.

"Since the mage knows the identity of the poor Dao Shoushan Lei Jun, why don't you know that he will invite the Shoushan Mountain God to dig a deep well overnight, without much effort, why should he personally take risks?" Mo Chuan couldn't help but say.

"Don't hide it from fellow Daoists, the poor monk's move is really selfish."

"Oh?" Mo Chuan's spirit was shocked.

(End of chapter)