Granny Jin was tied up in the dungeon, and the moment the formation was formed, the surrounding ground was full of formation patterns, and no one could get close without the token of Mo Ghost.

"Isn't it too cheap for her to deal with her like this?" Mo Ghost stood outside the fence.

"You want to wait for Lin Shuyao to come back and deal with her," Zhen Hao's words were not doubts, but affirmations, "Do you think she can come back?"

"Yes," Mo Ghost said affirmatively.

"Go back and let Tianshu Zhenjun count a hexagram," Zhen Hao is not as optimistic as her, it is indeed as Granny Jin said, if you walk in the spatial crack, you will be seriously injured if you don't die, even if Lin Shuyao is still alive, the injuries on her body may not be healed.

"Tianshu True Monarch?" Mo Ghost looked at him suspiciously.

"Tianshu Zhenjun only starts one hexagram a year, and as far as I know, he hasn't used it up this year," Zhen Hao replied, "There are still three days until the end of the year, and I can just go back." ”

As a result of Tianshu Zhenjun's exercises, it can only be counted as one hexagram per year, and it will be used at the beginning of the previous year, but it is because Mo Ghost did not think of it, "If you can let the predecessors count it, it will naturally be the best." ”

The two of them said and walked out the door.

"What about Shen Kongming and Huo Zijun?" Mo Ghost looked at the crowd.

"Huo Zijun went out, Shen Kongming went to chase him, I don't know what to do," the little monk shook his head, even if he and Qin Yifan were sluggish, they also found that something was wrong, Huo Zijun was not like his usual appearance.

"Let's go out too," Mo Ghost said, recounting what Zhen Hao had just said.

"Okay," the little monk nodded, "My master was in retreat at the beginning of the year, and he only came out some time ago, and I haven't heard of him hexagrams. ”

The four of them walked out along the path, and Huo Zijun and Shen Kongming were standing not far away.

"Let's go, go back to the free. ”

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On December 31, 999, the whole continent was in a state of festivities, and in order to celebrate this special day, red lanterns were hung in front of every house, and blessings were written on them, and everyone's face was full of smiles.

It was in such an atmosphere that the Mo ghosts and the others returned to the free house.

"Master!" As soon as he returned to his own mountain, the little monk's originally depressed mood was much better, and he pushed open the door of the main hall to find Tianshu Zhenjun, "Master, come out quickly!"

Tianshu Zhenjun prefers gold, and the buildings on the entire mountain peak are splendid, and now there are red lanterns and golden small fish and other pendants hanging on it, which looks quite festive, but the light shines on it, which seems a little dazzling.

"What are you shouting?" Tianshu Zhenjun came out of the hall impatiently, his eyes were hazy.

"Why are you still sleeping?" the little monk stepped forward to support him, "I have something to look for you," he smiled rather flatteringly, "haven't you given anyone a hexagram this year?"

"What do you want to do?" Tianshu Zhenjun grimaced.

"Master, Lin Shuyao fell into the spatial crack, can you do the math, how is she now, can she come back?" the little monk looked sad, "Shu Jiao is our friend, we can't ignore it!"

"Spatial rift?" Tianshu True Monarch frowned.

Lin Shuyao, this disciple, all the seniors who are carefree more or less know that when this group of disciples advanced to the foundation building period and came to the inner gate, many true monarchs and even ancestors threw olive branches to her, but they were all politely refused.

"Yes, how can I say that he is also a disciple of Xiaoyao, and it is worth your hexagram!" the little monk nodded, looking at him expectantly.

Tianshu Zhenjun coughed, looked at a few children, stretched out his left hand, tapped between his fingers, and said after a while, "Misfortune and blessing are relied on, blessing and misfortune lurk, what seems to be a crisis is also an opportunity, and what seems to be an opportunity can also hide a crisis." ”

"What do you say?" the little monk blinked.

"I want to go myself," Tianshu Zhenjun glared at him, and turned back with his Buddha beads, "Don't bother me!"

"Alas," the little monk still wanted to hold him, but he was sent back by spiritual power, and the door of the main hall slammed shut, and he turned his head to look at a few people, "You... Do you understand what that means?"

"It's the same as not saying it, isn't everything a blessing or a curse?" Shen Kongming pouted, "Where is Lin Shuyao, what has he encountered, and whether he is safe now, Zhenjun didn't say a word." ”

"The Great Dao is fifty, the Tianyan is forty-nine, and there is only a glimmer of vitality left," Mo Ghost said, "From the beginning of cultivation, we have known this sentence. ”

"I understand the truth, nothing is absolute, so Lin Shuyao may have encountered a crisis, but if it is handled well, it may not be an opportunity," Mo Ghost lowered his head and looked at the pattern on the upper of his shoes, "But how many people can really seize this line of life?"

There was silence for a while, and the scene fell silent.

The little monk scratched his head irritably, "Oh, don't think about this yet, it's okay, today is the last day of the first ten jiazi, and tomorrow will be the first year of another century, why don't you gather here?"

"Okay, it's been a long time since we've had such a formal meal!" Shen Kong laughed suddenly, walked over and put it on the little monk's shoulder, "What do you say?"

"There is demon beast meat in my storage bag, and there is no shortage of all kinds of condiments, how about borrowing you to build a fire here?" Zhen Hao patted the storage bag on his waist, and there was a smile on his face, "You may not have tasted my craft for a long time, right?"

"No problem," the little monk pointed to the small mountain next to him, "Let's go, go to my house!"

"I still have a cup that I stole when I met my dad a few months ago," Qin Yifan said with a smile, "Let's not get drunk this time and won't return!"

Affected by today's atmosphere, several people seemed to have forgotten their sorrows for a while, stood outside the little monk's house, and watched Zhen Hao take out all kinds of rare demon beasts from the storage bag, and the collection was really a lot.

Qin Yifan set up an alchemy furnace in the courtyard, burned a Dan fire underneath, and cooked a pot of soup for Zhen Hao.

I haven't seen it for many years, Zhen Hao's craftsmanship has not changed at all, and for a while, this small courtyard is full of fragrance.

The little monk had already quit meat and alcohol, and watching the plates of burned demon beast meat drooling, Zhen Hao intimately picked a handful of spiritual grass from the courtyard, threw it into the pot, and stir-fried it a few times and put it in front of the little monk.

It was getting late, the lights in the entire Xiaoyao City were bright, and the small courtyard of the little monk was as bright as day, and several people in front of the table raised their wine glasses.

"Ding!"

The wine glasses collided with each other and made a crisp sound, and everyone drank all the wine in the glasses, picked up the chopsticks and started moving.

"Why do I propose this?" the little monk pouted, his left hand was on his head, and the chopsticks in his right hand were pulling on the green vegetables in front of him.

He swallowed, or else... Break a vow today?

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