Huang Dongming shook his head awkwardly, "No." That's only in the Immortal Sect Scripture Pavilion, and we are not even outer disciples, so we don't have the permission to enter the Scripture Pavilion. ”

Chen Mo asked suspiciously, "The innkeeper, how did he learn it?" ”

Huang Dongming smiled, "Let's put it this way, if you learn the prohibition, or master the exercises after the fourth stage of the Qi cultivation period, you will not have a chance to be included as an outer disciple of the Immortal Sect." This is the rule of the Ethereal Pavilion. This inn was opened by the Xiuxian family, and the boss was old, and he had already given up entering the immortal gate, and he learned it, of course it didn't matter. ”

"So strict?"

"Of course. Any immortal sect recruiting disciples puts loyalty in the first place. Not to mention the prohibition of exercises, even the magic methods, the Immortal Sect will strictly check the origin, in case the disciples recruited are undercover agents of other sects," Huang Dongming explained, "You don't have to worry about the ban." Prohibition is closely related to the formation, if you are interested in it, after entering the outer gate, you will have the opportunity to learn. ”

Chen Mo gave his hand again and again, thanking Huang Dongming for his teachings. He is calm on the surface, but deep down he has set off turbulent waves.

No wonder, Chen Mo has always been suspicious in his heart during this time, in Moshan Prison, the old madman said that he was in the late stage of Qi training, but he only taught himself the exercises in the first four stages of the Qi training period, as for the spells, the old madman didn't even mention it. If it weren't for Jia Heng shooting a big fireball at him, I'm afraid Chen Mo wouldn't have known about the existence of a spell until now.

Chen Mo has always been suspicious of the old madman's motives for not passing on the complete exercises to himself, and he hates the old madman even more for not passing on his own techniques. It wasn't until now that Chen Mo suddenly realized.

It turned out that the old madman did this in order to allow himself to enter the immortal gate smoothly. His suspicion and suspicion of the old madman really wronged him.

Fortunately, when he left Moshan Prison, he told Du Xiaochi to take care of the old madman and not let him suffer. If it weren't for this advice, Du Xiaochi would have abused the old madman, and Chen Mo would really regret it.

Although Chen Mo is scheming, he is a person who knows how to repay his kindness. If others treat him well, he doesn't say that he will repay it a hundred times, but at least he has to pay it back until he is at ease.

It seems that the old madman wanted to cut off his head in exchange for Chen Mo's opportunity to enter the Immortal Gate, which was not fake.

Thinking of this, Chen Mo was even more grateful to the old madman. No, we must find a way to get the old madman out of Moshan Prison. It is not the work of a great husband to leave a man who is so kind to him in prison to die?

Chen Mo made up his mind, returned to his room, and began to think about the feasibility. Without the support of the Immortal Gate, it is impossible to rescue people by going to Moshan Prison on their own. Not to mention that the prison will not release people, it is the Gongjie Mountain, and Chen Mo does not have the ability to cross over.

has to rely on Xing Yanzi to help, Luo Wan can't do it.

The inn has a spirit gathering array, which can absorb the aura from the outside world, and the effect is really chicken, Chen Mo gave up decisively after cultivating for a period of time.

In the next few days, Huang Dongming opened Chen Mo's eyes. Eating rice cooked with spiritual rice and eating dishes full of spiritual energy all made Chen Mo's eyes brighten, and he only felt that he was not even a frog at the bottom of the well before. During this period, Chen Mo asked Huang Dongming again about his clansmen in Xianmen, but Huang Dongming was still divided, talking about him left and right.

Chen Mo didn't force it anymore. He was in a predicament again, paid the room fee for ten days, Huang Dongming had a treat, he also settled the account several times, twenty spirit stones, and there were only three left, and there was no news from Luo Wan's side.

During this time, Chen Mo was not idle, he took the inn as the center of the circle, and slowly expanded the radius of his exploration of the Sifang City, looking for an opportunity to earn spirit stones. As a modern person who has traveled through the past, if you can't find a way to get rich, you will be embarrassed and die of embarrassment, wouldn't it be a big joke.

In the way to earn spirit stones, Chen Mo found a few. One is to run errands, to show the way for monks who have just come to Sifang City, or to deliver letters to people, without investment, just relying on two natural legs and a mouth, but the income is too meager. Unlike mortals, monks have a kind of sigil called the transliteration note, which can convey the meaning of the expression by saying a few words to them. Therefore, it is not easy to run errands and deliver letters for others, but there are too many practitioners, which leads to vicious competition, and the volume is too powerful.

The second is to go to the inn restaurant to be a small housekeeper and run the hall to accompany the wine. This path is more suitable for friars. The female monks don't think they can earn much from being a wine companion, let alone Chen Mo. Because of his young age, he hasn't grown up yet, but he is still very handsome. But Chen Mo didn't want to eat with his face.

The third way is to hide in a secluded place, catch the lone monk, and kill people and take treasures. Chen Mo didn't want to go this way.

The fourth way is to try your luck in the Guangji River. The Guangji River originates from the Gongjie Mountain and runs all the way to the north, stretching for nearly 10,000 kilometers. Sifang City is in the upper reaches of the Guangji River, not far from the birthplace, because this area is full of spiritual energy, and there are many fish in the river. These fish inherit the essence of heaven and earth, aura, sun and moon, and can be said to be treasures all over the body. Many monks supported themselves by fishing in the river and selling them to restaurants.

As for the use of large fishing gear to catch fish, the monks have done it many times before. However, since the fish in the Guangji River can have spirituality, their perception of danger has long surpassed that of their peers in the world. It is said that there are extremely ferocious fish monsters in the river, tyrannical by nature, and when they encounter those who go into the water with large fishing gear, they will directly kill and devour, and the rules of the weak and the strong in nature are vividly interpreted.

It is normal for hunters and prey to switch between each other on different occasions.

There have been hundreds of cases in the Guangji River where monks failed to catch fish, but were harmed by fish, and even attracted the attention of the Misty Pavilion, and the Xianmen issued a decree prohibiting monks from going into the water to fish, and even hung a warning sign by the river, similar to the words that Chen Mo often saw on the blue star and the danger of water depth, do not swim.

Chen Mo hit the idea to Guangji River. He first went to a shop and bought a net that would hold the monks.

The man was not surprised, went to the storeroom, and took out a net-shaped spiritual weapon.

Chen Mo asked the guy to stretch out the net, and when he saw the mesh, he pouted and shook his head, "The mesh is too thick, right?" ”

The guy is also in the second phase of Qi training, and when he heard Chen Mo's words, he replied angrily: "You are a sleepy person and not a net fish, what do you do with so much?" When fighting, he put a net on the opponent's body, and with a spell, can he escape? ”

The speaker was unintentional, the listener was intentional, and Chen Mo almost thought that his purpose was discovered by the other party.

"That's what you're talking about, how many spirit stones?"

"Ten spirit stones, see that you are the first time to come back to the store to make a difference, give you a discount, nine spirit stones, you can take it," the guy recommended familiarly.

Chen Mo's face turned bitter. Does Lao Tzu look like a person with nine spirit stones?