"No, no! Don't listen to her nonsense, I didn't! ”

The three-view sword that carried the power of Huanghuang Tianwei, although it had not arrived, also cut its throat, causing Yingzi's father, who was sitting on the ground, to retreat again and again, and subconsciously shouted.

"You dare to swear to the god Sharosha?!"

Yingzi turned around suddenly, screaming angrily, Yingzi's father suddenly stiffened when he heard this, his lips trembled, but he couldn't say a word.

"Why didn't you say it?"

Yingzi screamed, and after a while, he remembered something, turned his head to look at Mo Chuan, and explained in a Central Plains accent.

"Immortals, did you see that? I'm not crazy, he didn't dare to swear to the god Sharosa because he was a Zoroastrian believer...... After I died, he was a wreck, a slave in the field, and couldn't afford to ask for a daughter-in-law, so he believed in Zoroastrianism and attacked Yingzi...... Yingzi was only eight years old at that time! Brute, how can he do it! It's been four years......"

Yingzi is like a country woman, screaming and grabbing the ground in incoherent speech, slapping the ground, telling Yingzi's father's animal behavior.

Mo Chuan's eyes trembled slightly when he heard this, and he felt chills all over his body.

This village Han turned out to be a Zoroastrian believer? No wonder they did such a beastly thing!

As far as he knew, Zoroastrianism was introduced to the steppe along the Silk Road, and the sword was aimed at Middle-earth.

However, unlike other sects, Zoroastrianism has been frantically resisted and suppressed in Dajing!

One reason for this is that Zoroastrianism regards marriage within a race of blood relatives as a meritorious and pious act.

The so-called blood relatives are close relatives who are married, not only collateral blood relatives, but also between parents and children, which can be called the outliers among the different.

"Fumon, do you ask him if he is a Zoroastrian?"

Fu Meng's face became more and more pale, and he hurriedly spoke the local dialect and asked.

Yingzi's father didn't dare to argue when he heard this, so he suddenly got up, knelt on the ground, kowtowed like pounding garlic, and prayed for forgiveness.

Seeing this, Mo Chuan took a deep breath and raised the Sanjing Sword high.

"Thorn-"

The purple thunder wrapped around the sword body shone brighter and brighter, and suddenly rose into the sky, and fell again through the clouds, like the punishment of the divine court, and slammed straight at the beast, and completely submerged it.

The shimmering thunder light, swallowing endless electric snakes, shook the hearts of the fools in the countryside.

When the thunder was gone, the figure of the beast could no longer be seen on the barren field, only the scorched black ground proved everything.

Yingzi stared blankly at this scene.

She didn't feel the slightest joy at this moment.

There was even a hint of hesitation in my heart.

She's afraid!

She was afraid that it was just a dream that would wake up.

The sun finally jumped out of the endless mountain ridge line, sprinkling brilliance for the world, and dragging a long shadow at the foot of Mo Chuan.

……

The caravan set off again, taking Eiko with them as well.

In the wagon, the girl, who was as thin as an eight- or nine-year-old child, sat in the carriage with a blank face, with jerky and water bladders stuffed by the caravan at hand.

She didn't know what was going on?

It's just that the situation after this memory interruption is much, much better than before.

She guessed she might have been sold, which was not uncommon in the village.

It's good to sell it, at least you won't be beaten anymore, and even be poured dung with feces for some reason.

Mo Chuan rode the dragon horse and was silent.

The huge caravan also seemed lifeless, and no one dared to speak loudly.

Until night fell again, Mo Chuan walked up to Yingzi and asked, "Can Poor Dao talk to your mother?" ”

Yingzi trembled when she heard this, her face was full of horror, and she subconsciously said: "Mother is not on me......"

Before she finished speaking, she lowered her head suddenly, her eyes were closed as if she was fainting, and when she opened her eyes again, her temperament changed greatly.

"When did you appear on Yingzi?" Mo Chuan asked.

"If you return to the immortal chief, it was about four years ago." Yingzi lowered her eyebrows and looked tame.

Mo Chuan nodded thoughtfully.

If he guessed correctly, Yingzi was under pressure and split into multiple personalities.

This personality is her mother.

Maybe in her subconscious, only her mother can protect her.

In fact, her mother has been trying her best to resist and try to protect her.

"When did you learn the dialect?"

"The little girl is from Bingzhou."

Mo Chuan narrowed his eyes, a little curious about the sub-personality's self-perception,

He had the heart to ask a few questions, and after thinking about it, he would stop.

"Are you willing to worship the Dao Gate and be Nakun...... Female Taoist? ”

Mo Chuan asked, Yingzi, who has multiple personalities, is obviously not suitable for being arranged in an ordinary family, which will only harm others.

Therefore, only the Daomen can tolerate it.

"Yingzi's life was given by the immortals, and the immortals can do anything." Yingzi hurriedly said.

"That's good."

Mo Chuan bowed his head, stretched out his hand and smoked in the void, pinched out an incense stick, lit it with a bonfire without paying attention to it, and waved it casually, shaking out a wisp of green smoke and outlining a firewood door.

"After passing through this incense gate, the place where you learn the Fa will be reached, and someone over there will naturally answer you."

"The little girl Dai Yingzi worships Xie Xian and grows up to be virtuous!"

When Yingzi heard this, he knelt down to the ground with a pout, and kowtowed again and again.

Mo Chuan calmly responded, waved his hand, and said, "Go quickly!" ”

"Hey!"

Yingzi nodded, and then stepped into the door of incense in a state of anxiety.

The Fumeng caravan that had been secretly observing here, looking at a big living person, disappeared with one step, and even though they had already seen Mo Chuan's magical powers, they were still stunned.

That night, many people in the Fumeng caravan lost sleep.

I don't know if it's fear and walking with immortals;

is still shocked and envious of Mo Chuan's Taoism.

After that, the atmosphere of the caravan gradually became more and more delicate.

Within a few days, several martial artists came over intentionally or unintentionally, either bringing tea and pouring water, or greeting each other.

On the third day, when the caravan bypassed the border town and left the Dajing sphere of influence, a martial artist saw that Mo Chuan was quite kind and approachable, and finally couldn't hold back his heart's desire, and asked tentatively:

"Immortal Chief, I might be that Taoist?"

"Heaven is merciful, tempting to the law, anyone can become a Taoist, and a layman can naturally be."

"Really? Then, can I worship under the immortal sect and learn the immortal method? ”

"The poor don't accept apprentices."

"Ah, this ...... That, why can that doll learn the Fa? ”

The martial artist was anxious and stammered.

"It's not difficult to learn the Fa, Wanli Jinghuang has opened a Heavenly Demon Academy, there are no classes, whether it is a person or a demon, you can worship under its door, and leave at the end of the period, unrestrained, if you want to enter the Tao and learn the Fa, you can worship the Heavenly Demon Academy, where there are many more things that can be taught than the poor Dao, and it is more free, not bound by the master and apprentice."

Mo Chuan said meaningfully.

"And places like this?" The martial artist was greatly surprised.

"There are no wonders in the world, but the laymen have been in business for a long time and don't know the news of the Central Plains. If you don't believe it, next time you go to the Central Plains, just ask. ”

"The immortal chief is merciful, the immortal chief's words, how can we not believe it? It's just that I don't know how to go to this Heavenly Demon Academy? The martial artist asked cautiously again.

"When you get to the wilderness, you will naturally know." Mo Chuan was too lazy to speak.

The martial artist was thoughtful when he heard this, and said no more.

At this point, the flattery beside Mo Chuan decreased sharply, but a few servants were quite patient and greeted each other in the morning and evening.