Originally, Meng Tian saw some familiar buildings, familiar snacks, and familiar clothing styles, and he thought that he really felt like returning to his hometown.

However, you can't enter the city, and you can't live in the hotel!

Without a little care for his fellow countrymen, he was a little unhappy.

When Meng Tian first came to this world, he always wanted to leave the Taixu Gate to do some small business in the mortal world and become an ordinary person.

Now that he has been with those high-ranking immortals for a long time, he feels that he has some differences from ordinary mortals.

He couldn't figure out what was going on in the minds of mortals.

Since the shopkeeper didn't let him live, it was impossible for me to beat people up and force them to live in.

"I don't believe it, I can't sleep even if I have money?"

Sure enough, no inn in Sizhou City dared to take him in.

It doesn't matter if he takes out gold coins or diamonds, he doesn't accept them.

"You'd better leave quickly, if the government finds out that you haven't cleared the papers, not only will I be unlucky, but you will also be imprisoned!"

"I'm just sleeping, why is it so difficult! I should have gotten a ...... Hey, I'm stupid!"

After walking out of the inn, Meng Angel patted his head vigorously.

Because he remembered at this time that when he was in the sinkhole, after vacating the things in the storage jade perry, he didn't throw them there, but let the magic sword be used as a storage tool!

"From the Xihe Continent to the Eastern Shenzhou, I actually thought that something had been lost in the sinkhole of the Wu Clan!"

Sure enough, the ethereal root of the upper dantian is not good, and it is easy to make people forgetful!

Walking to a dead-end alley, Meng Tian stopped and said to He'er: "Aunt He, I don't want to sleep in the forest outside the city, let's be here tonight!"

"Whatever you want!"

The crane changed back into the form of an immortal crane and watched as Meng Tian got something like a tent from the magic sword.

In fact, the tent was very simple, supported by three wooden sticks, and a large flannel cloth was placed on it.

The crane flapped its wings and flew up, stood on the top of the tent, squatted down its legs, and began to practice with its eyes closed.

Meng Tian got in, laid out the blanket, and began to rest.

"Magic sword, you dog, why don't you remind me that there is still something left here for you?

"You didn't ask me, how do I know if you need it!"

"Don't you know if I don't ask?"

"I'm not your servant's butler, why should I warn you?"

"Old thing!"

"Little thing!"

“......”

Meng Tian picked up a lot of things, and the quality of the heavenly treasures was also very high.

It's a pity that he can't use a lot of them, only this storage jade pendant he is most satisfied with.

At the beginning, a lot of daily utensils were stored in it, and it can be said that there are all kinds of food, clothing, housing and transportation.

Now, he finally had the opportunity to put it to use.

......

The old storyteller returned to the temple where he slept, and he was always a little apprehensive.

The Heavenly Realm Immortal was in Sizhou City, and he was a little uncomfortable.

He was thinking about whether to leave here immediately, but thinking that tomorrow would be the end of the story of the Condor Heroes, then there would definitely be a lot of people to cheer him on.

Thinking of this, he was a little reluctant.

"Hey!"

He sighed and prepared to rest.

As an immortal cultivator in the merger period, why did he sleep in a broken temple?

If he wants to, he just meditates.

As long as he wants, those who are interested in the story of the Condor Heroes will definitely provide him with a clean and comfortable place.

Actually, it's all because he's been in a certain profession for too long, and he's used to that lifestyle.

He could have stayed at the mountain gate all the time, and waited directly until the tribulation was successful and became an ancestor in the Mahayana period, and then accumulated some merits, and over time, he could naturally fly to the heavenly realm.

But as an old otaku who has been living for so many years, suddenly one day he felt that such a path of cultivating immortals was very boring.

When you are a human being, you don't experience anything, you don't experience anything.

Every day is either practicing or meditating.

It's either absorbing aura, or drawing sigils......

Extremely boring!

If you go up to the heavenly realm, a colleague asks him, what were you doing when you were a human being, and did you have anything new and interesting to share with us?

As a result, I couldn't say anything, and it was plain......

As soon as he thought of this, he felt an urge to escape from the mountain gate, an urge to return to the red dust.

As this thought continued to accumulate in his heart, he finally stopped hesitating, and one day he went down the mountain.

"Hongchen, I'm here at Qi Feng!"

As soon as he came down from the mountain, he met a farmer, and then he became a farmer, and after growing rice, he experienced the sweetness of the rice, and then he left.

Then he saw a caravan, and then he started to be a merchant again, and when he had earned money and became a non-clerk, he left again.

Then he met the herb picker, although he didn't know how to do alchemy, but he felt that the joy of discovering rare herbs when he went up the mountain to collect herbs was something he couldn't experience at other times!

He began to go up the mountain again to collect medicine.

Then I came across the wonder of the "Book of God from the Sky" on a certain mountain!

As a sect with talisman as the inheritance, he naturally knew what kind of book the book "Thirty Days to Learn the Refining of Talismans" was.

Then I took a brief look at it, and felt that many Fu Seals were not advanced in their own sects, and after learning some that I found useful, I didn't continue to pay attention to them.

After that, he met a group of beggars, and then he started to be a beggar, but unfortunately at this time he met an immortal cultivator with a high spell.

Although the realm of this white-haired Taoist priest is not high, the other party can beat himself.

At that time, he thought that since he was a beggar, he should be like a beggar and exchange the books that fell from the sky for copper coins.

It's a pity that no one cares about these immortal cultivation books where secular people understand them.

But fate is often so wonderful, and there is a white-haired Taoist priest with a whisk of dust who is very interested in his books.

The Taoist priest flipped through the "Thirty Days to Learn the Refining of Talismans", and his eyes immediately emitted a strange divine light, and he immediately expressed his willingness to spend money to buy it.

As a beggar, he has learned how to make the most of what he holds.

Since the other party is an immortal cultivator, then he can't use ordinary money to buy the things in his hand.

"The previous book, you know its value, but do you know where this book came from?"

"Where?"

The beggar Qi Feng pointed to the sky and said mysteriously, "The Heavenly Dao Lord rewarded it!"

Uncle Ning, who was looking for an opportunity, didn't believe it, and returned the way of heaven! This old beggar just wanted to deceive Lao Tzu Lingshi!

"Look at the text on it, have you seen it? You said that you are from the Divine Blessed Continent, so do you have this kind of writing in the Divine Blessed Continent? Anyway, we don't have it in the Eastern Divine Prefecture!"

Uncle Ning took the "Peace Sutra" and flipped through it, he really couldn't understand it, but there seemed to be a very magical power coming from it, as if it could make people calm and extremely useful for cultivation.

"Yes, I think it should be a kind of Buddhist scripture, because when he descends from the sky, it is accompanied by bursts of Sanskrit sounds, and mysterious golden light......"

Uncle Ning was listening to Qi Feng's blowing, and he felt that this book might be his chance.

Then he bargained with Qi Feng and exchanged two hundred spirit essence stones for two books.

A copy of the "Book of Peace" and a copy of "The Refining of Talismans in Thirty Days".

(End of chapter)