After Qin Chuan saw the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Dafa, he satisfied his curiosity, and his consciousness returned to the Goddess Peak again.

Yin and Yang, creation, time, fate, cause and effect, these are the five decays of heaven and man set by Shangqing for Qin Chuan with the Seven Styles of Intercepting Heaven.

Qin Chuan dispersed the Yuan Shen, and at the same time slowed down the speed of his own aging.

It's just that this is a bloodletting therapy, which treats the symptoms but not the root cause.

Once the primordial spirit is dispersed, it is also the end of Qinchuan Dao.

Qin Chuan and Lingyun visited the twelve peaks of Wushan hand in hand in the next few days, and the starlight of the primordial god was injected into Lingyun's body.

Lingyun was very guilty, and at the same time developed an indescribable attachment to Qin Chuan.

It was as if she herself had become a part of Qin Chuan's life.

Qin Chuan smiled: "If I die and you live, then I am also alive." ”

Lingyun: "No, I don't want you to die. ”

Qin Chuan touched her head and sighed, "I'm not lying, with my understanding of heavenly magic, you are already pregnant with a child." If I die, that fetus is me. If I hadn't died, we would have had a baby. ”

He spoke in a soft voice, but the content was cruel and heartless.

Qin Chuan knew that this was the back hand left by his demonic side, but he was also himself.

The Holy Demon is one.

Buddha and demon are also one.

Sanqing also has demons.

Dao Demons are also one.

The selfish instinct of the creature made him unwilling to die.

Even in the face of eternity, everything is destined to fade.

Letting go of the hope of life is simply something that cannot be done as a life.

The only one who died through the ages.

It's just the way of learning from the heart that makes him face up to his selfishness and desire to survive.

Lingyun's expression was pale, and as soon as Qin Chuan spoke, it immediately aroused the maternal love in her heart. This child may even be his favorite person.

Contradictory and complicated, no words can describe her mood at the moment.

Qin Chuan finally sat cross-legged on the top of the Goddess Peak, and the moment the sun set, he turned into nothingness. However, Lingyun, who was fused with Qin Chuan's spirit and flesh, still knew that Qin Chuan was not really dead.

Nor is it a fetus in her womb.

She decided to give birth to a child and wait for Qin Chuan's return at the Goddess Peak, and she would not go anywhere.

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The nine netherworlds are all ghosts, and the people in them are no different from the living.

After a person dies, he does not know that this world is a ghost, then this is the yang world.

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Bluestone Town.

Cold streets, long dark nights. A young Taoist priest walked down the street, and there was only one inn on the road.

Red lanterns, black letters.

The Taoist priest entered the inn.

A thin bamboo sword was pinned to his waist, without a scabbard.

If you have good eyesight, you can even find that the bamboo sword is a little transparent.

In the eyes of people who walk the rivers and lakes, children's toys are probably tougher than this bamboo sword. Such a bamboo sword, which is both thin and brittle, is used to walk the rivers and lakes, and I am afraid that it does not even have a scary effect.

is such a bamboo sword, which actually made the people in the inn of the Shunfeng Dart Bureau collectively nervous.

The head of this dart is called Yang Qing, and the rest of the dart masters and executioners are extremely experienced.

As the saying goes, there are three kinds of people who should not be underestimated, the elderly, women, and children. Because these three kinds of people are seemingly vulnerable groups, they may survive in the rivers and lakes, and they must have extraordinary means.

But for the extremely experienced Jianghu people, there is a fourth type of people who cannot be offended, and this kind of person is even more dangerous than the previous three.

That's the monastics.

There are two kinds of monks, those who have a degree and those who do not.

A monk who does not have a degree is more dangerous than a monk who has a degree.

Because the monks' degrees are more useful than the road guides, each degree is registered by the government, and the number is scarce, and only those who are officially monks in large temples and Taoist temples have it.

Each of these monks has a certain amount of influence in the local area, and it is impossible to be alone when traveling, at least a few retinues to accompany them.

Generally speaking, solitary monks rarely have a formal ordination.

does not rely on the degree, walking in the rivers and lakes, as a monk, it is also naturally conspicuous, but it can avoid the interrogation of various intersections, and the means can be imagined.

What's more, the sword of the Taoist priest in front of him is actually a bamboo sword as thin as a bamboo piece, if there is no amazing karma, dare to use such a weapon to protect himself?

I'm afraid it's not a long life.

What's more, Taoist priests enter the mountains to cultivate, originally to seek immortal immortality, and attach the most importance to life.

If it is so abnormal, there must be a monster.

In the eyes of Yang Qing, the dart head of this dart, this Taoist priest who has just entered the inn can be classified as a demon. With his rich experience in the rivers and lakes, this kind of person is impossible to provoke.

Let's hope the other side isn't coming towards them.

Qingshi Town is located on the main road of business travel, and the husband and wife of the store have not seen the people of the rivers and lakes, but they are in a small place, and they naturally do not know as much about the affairs of the rivers and lakes as the people of the Shunfeng Dart Bureau.

Although the people of the Shunfeng Dart Bureau look like they are facing a great enemy, the proprietress is still the same, coming to the Taoist priest, the inn is open, and the Quartet welcomes customers, how can there be any reason not to do business? She asked:

"Dao Chief, are you playing a tip or staying in a hotel?"

"If you don't live in the store, you can serve four bowls of beef noodles." The Taoist priest's voice was calm, as penetrating as the ringing of a chime.

The proprietress thought to herself, this Taoist priest's voice was strange and good, and she saw that the Taoist priest was not the kind of strong man with big shoulders and round waist, so she was quite surprised by the amount of food he ate, and she smiled: "The small shop doesn't cut corners, a bowl of noodles is very sufficient, if the Taoist can't finish eating, the money will not be refunded." ”

"Just do it." The Taoist priest put one hand on the table, the hand was not white, but the five fingers were slender, the nails were neatly repaired, and he pinched a small piece of broken silver, and it was not a problem to exchange it for a few hundred copper coins.

The proprietress saw the money, "Then I'll do it, four bowls of beef noodles, can you fill a basin?" ”

The Taoist priest nodded, and said, "Please bring a pot of hot tea." ”

The innkeeper saw his mother-in-law talking and laughing with the Taoist priest, and he felt a little sulky. A pot of steaming tea came, and the teapot slammed into the hand of the Taoist priest on the table, but when the teapot fell on the hand of the Taoist priest on the table, it did not move.

The teapot was hot and steaming.

Anyone who sees it can't help but be startled by his movements.

The Taoist priest was calm and calm, not frightened at all.

The innkeeper was bored with himself and walked away.

The Taoist priest took out a pair of chopsticks from the bamboo tube and poured them with hot water from a teapot. The ground is cold and hard, pouring hot tea, and there is white gas around the Taoist priest, and under the lights of the hall, there is quite a bit of fairy energy shrouded in clouds and mist, and there is an indescribable mystery.

Yang Qing has been walking the rivers and lakes all the year round and knows that scalding the dishes and chopsticks with hot water can prevent things from being dry and unclean in the dishes and chopsticks. It's just that if people really want to be a black shop, put something in your noodles, unless they don't eat noodles, they won't be the same trick?

With his experience in the rivers and lakes, he always felt that this thing was weird.

Then the Taoist priest took out a hand towel and carefully wiped the chopsticks.

The white vapor was steaming, and a faint aroma wafted around, Yang Qing thought it was the fragrance of tea, and thought that the aroma of tea foam in this inn was quite special. He didn't remember drinking anything like it.

Soon the beef noodles came up, steaming hot and full of aroma. The beef is also very large, with a little beef tendon and sprinkled with a few green onions, which makes people's appetite move.

The noodles are very strong, and the sound of the Taoist priest eating noodles is very small, but the speed is extremely fast.

The people in the downwind dart game all bowed their heads to eat, but their attention did not relax at all.

When the Taoist priest finished eating the beef noodles, picked up the packaged mixed sauce noodles, asked the proprietress to leave the noodle money, and was about to get up, the people in the Shunfeng Dart Bureau breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that this Taoist priest really came here to eat noodles.

They worried for a long time.

But in the blink of an eye, their hearts were lifted again.

The Taoist priest walked towards the Shunfeng Dart Bureau and the group.

The dart masters touched their weapons in their hands, and the heads in their hands turned their heads wildly, thinking about what to use to deal with Taoist priests.

The so-called lip dictionary is jargon.

And Yang Qing's martial arts are the highest among all and have the most extensive connections, and he is trying to judge the other party's path from the pace and posture of the Taoist priest, so as to find a way to climb the relationship first.

For dart walkers, hands-on is the last resort.

It's just that Yang Qing is well-informed, and he can't see the Taoist priest's way at the moment.

When Yang Qing made a pair of bright moves to the Taoist priest, a cold breath gushed out from the bottom of his heart.

Closer, with the light of the inn, Yang Qing could still see that the other party's robe was covered with a strong physique, giving people great oppression.

It's not good.

Because Yang Qing often walks darts, he will go to the temple to offer incense and ask for peace in his spare time.

He knew a monk from Lingqing Temple and occasionally chatted with him.

People who can really enter the Tao are often more murderous. That's why it is necessary to meditate, or to recite sutras, to suppress one's dryness, so as not to burn in the event of fire.

What's more, they will use reading and writing to cultivate their sentiments and use poetry to calm their own fierce spirit.

He didn't know much about this before, but now that he saw the Taoist priest, he suddenly understood.

Yang Qing's heart fluctuated, his face was still a little calm, this was the first time he was a dart head, there was no room for mistakes, he bowed his hands and fists, "Dao Chang'an is good, dare to ask what you command?" ”

The Taoist priest glanced at Yang Qing and slowly spoke:

"Fall down."

The strange thing is that as soon as the Taoist priest's voice fell, the dart master and the executioner from Yang Qing, the head of the dart, all fell on the table one after another, like a nightmare, unable to move their hands and feet, unable to speak, and watched the Taoist priest take away the most important living creature of their dart, which was a package containing two boxes.

Yang Qing suddenly realized at this time that the other party took advantage of the hot tea to rinse the chopsticks and sprinkled something like ecstasy incense.

No wonder he thought the aroma was a little special.

I want to come to this ecstasy incense in that hand towel.

When the Taoist priest ate the noodles, it was exactly the time when the ecstasy incense attacked.

The proprietress and the owner of the inn also fell into the incense and couldn't move.

Everyone saw the Taoist priest walking away with the package.

Yang Qing slumped to the ground, and the profound words of the Taoist priest before leaving echoed in his ears, "Losing a dart is better than giving up your life." ”

The dart masters and the executioners, although they also lost the most important goods in their hearts, suffered heavy losses on this trip. But just now, even if the Taoist priest was holding a bamboo sword, he could slaughter them all.

It's not much money to be a dart master, let alone an executioner.

They also have no intention of waiting for the medicine to pass, and go after the Taoist priest to fight for their lives, anyway, they just want to live.

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Outside Bluestone Town, in a dilapidated temple.

There are two boxes in the package.

The Taoist priest lit a fire with a flint on the dead branches and leaves, and his eyes fell on one of the ordinary boxes. But when he looked at it intently, some strange blue and black symbols appeared in the box.

The Taoist priest picked open the box with a bamboo sword, and a ragdoll with a weird smile and no body but a big round head was lying inside, and the puppet doll opened its mouth, revealing a pair of fangs, and popped out of the wooden box.

The tip of the bamboo sword passed through the center of the puppet's eyebrows at the moment it jumped out, and the jet-black ink burst from the puppet's big head and scattered all over the ground.

It strangely blended into the soil, making the broken temple suddenly cold.

The fire lit by the Taoist priest suddenly became much darker, and the flames swayed, flickering and dimming. There was a gust of wind around him, as if something unseen was shaking around him.

The Taoist priest seems to have become a black hole, and the strange things around him that cannot be seen have entered the body of the Taoist priest.

After a long time, the starlight dissipated.

The Taoist priest let out a long breath, and his expression was relaxed.

He stroked the bamboo sword and said softly: "Qingxuan Sword, Qingxuan Sword, I didn't expect us to be so downtrodden that we had to rely on such a low-level ghost thing to restore our cultivation." ”

The Taoist priest is none other than Qin Chuan.

When he woke up in this world, he appeared in a Taoist temple called "Fire Dragon Temple".

The contemplator of the Taoist temple actually wanted to take him away.

As a result, Qin Chuan became the new master of the Fire Dragon Temple.

In fact, he didn't have any mana at all, no different from mortals, only a handsome skin.

But who told the viewer to take him away?

Qin Chuan couldn't resist if he wanted to.

With the help of the memory of the Fire Dragon Contemplation Lord's Divine Soul, Qin Chuan had some understanding of this world.

A world of low demons, there are demons, but they are not powerful. Jianghu warriors are the mainstream of this world, and occasionally there are monks who have obtained the Dao system of refining Qi scholars, such as the Fire Dragon Lord, but their cultivation is pitifully low.

I don't know where to get the secret method of seizing the house, I picked up his mortal body, took a fancy to the root bone of this body, and wanted to occupy it.

As a result, he lost his life.

Even if Qin Chuan has turned into a mortal, his essence is still not something that a minor monk can shake.

Shangqing's Seven Styles of Intercepting the Heavens could not cut off the Yuan Shi Dao Xiang at the source of Qin Chuan's life.

No matter which world Qin Chuan goes to, there is always the Qingxuan Sword with him.

After meeting in the world of Liaozhai, they have the bond of life and life.

This made Qinchuan a lot less lonely on the way to cultivate.

Qing Xuanjian fought with his life.

Qin Chuan turned into a fan, and it also followed it.

After absorbing ghosts and recovering some cultivation, Qin Chuan said to himself: "This world seems to be a little strange. ”

In the process of absorbing ghost things, Qin Chuan also gained the memory of ghost things.

It's funny.

In the instinctive memory of this low-level ghost.

Those people are its kind. And it wants to eat them.

Humans and ghosts, will they be the same kind?

Qin Chuan didn't feel ridiculous, but seriously thought about why this low-level ghost creature had such a seemingly ridiculous cognition in his instinctive memory.

(End of chapter)