With Zhang Banxian's aura leading the way, the restless aura on Mu Chen's body gradually calmed down, and slowly flowed according to the original trajectory.

Mu Chen's eyes were still dim, his pupils were out of focus, even if Zhang Banxian read most of the "Tao Sutra", his mouth was dry, but he couldn't pull his mind back to the real world.

Zhang Banxian knew that his spirit had entered obsession, and the sound of the beginning alone could no longer pull him out of obsession, so he helped him to the wall and sat down, took out wolfberry and red date tea, and guarded Muchen.

After a cup of hot tea, he suddenly looked up at the mouth of the alley, his eyes sharp.

"Come out, I've noticed you since this kid was talking to the Yellow Sand Sect kid. ”

"Play hide and seek with me Zhang Banxian, you are still a little tender. ”

No one appeared at the mouth of the alley where light and shadow met, only a hurried flow of people flashed, but Zhang Banxian did not relax his vigilance, but sacrificed a gourd with red fire from the Qiankun bag.

The gourd wrapped around Zhang Banxian's body, and the mouth of the gourd erupted with raging fire, and three shadows suddenly appeared under the flames.

The wind suddenly came, with a chilling gloom, and collided with the flames at the mouth of the alley, forming a tornado, protecting the three figures behind them.

A hot wind exhaled out of the alley, but the monks outside the alley didn't seem interested in what was going on here.

It is only when they are confronted with evil beasts with harvest value that they will cheer up, even if there are monks fighting in this alley, as long as they do not destroy the street market outside, as long as there are no controversial monks, no one will 'meddle in things'.

It was inevitable that the monks would learn from each other.

When the spirit of wind and fire dissipated in the collision, Zhang Banxian saw the appearance of these three figures clearly.

They didn't look like disciples of the Seventy-Two Sects, and they didn't have any of the Seventy-Two Sect crests on their bodies, but they were definitely not ordinary casual cultivators.

Led by a raunchy man with a folding fan and a mask, a nun wearing a veil and a maid's clothes, and a peasant with an ordinary appearance that will never be remembered for a day......

This combination of master and servant looks like another group of monks and relationships that rely on blood ties - clans.

The so-called clan is a group of monastics composed of nepotism and blood relations.

They did not have the detached status of the sect in the dynasty, but they had a family in the world, so they were different from ordinary casual cultivators, and because they had the support of the family, their life was quite nourishing.

The reason for the existence of such a group of monks in the Seventy-Two Sects is that they do not rely on hunting evil beasts to accumulate prestige among the people, nor do they use it to accumulate wealth, because these monk families themselves own fertile land and property.

The second is that the clans on the Shenzhou Continent now seem to have more or less inexplicable relationships with some major sects, and even the Cold Ice Pavilion, one of the four major sects, has been rumored to secretly support the clan.

Therefore, although the number of monk families on the Divine Continent gradually increased, as long as they did not interfere in the secular world at will, the seventy-two sects would also go with them.

After all, there is no precept that stipulates that immortal cultivators cannot engage in business or own their own land.

"Old Taoist, don't be nervous, we have no malice. ”

"It's just that someone told me that I seemed to have met an acquaintance on this street, so we came over to confirm, but it seems that he was mistaken......

"The guy behind you seems to be in trouble, do you want help?"

The masked man's slender fingers carried the flask and closed the folding fan with a sly fold.

The restless wind also dissipated, and the dark alley returned to calm, only Zhang Banxian was still staring at him nervously, and Mu Chen behind him held his head and let out a low groan, not knowing what he was struggling with.

"Don't meddle in things, he can handle it alone......"

Ignoring Zhang Banxian's words, the man with the mask walked by Zhang Banxian's side defenselessly, stopped in front of Mu Chen, sat on the ground, and drank the wine in one gulp.

"Oh, really?"

"I don't think he'll be trapped forever and never get out again, but it's normal for a naïve monk like him to fold on this kind of issue. ”

"The Tao is free, do whatever you want, if you really want to help him, it is better to read him a few works of Nanhua Zhenren. ”

"That article "The World" is good, I think it is very appropriate for this moment. ”

The man raised his wrist to wipe the corners of his mouth, his voice was bewitching, although he was wearing a fancy costume, his behavior was debauched, but Zhang Banxian couldn't guess which clan he came from, let alone what purpose he was here for.

Suddenly, the masked man read the text aloud again, Zhang Banxian chuckled in his heart, and hurriedly observed Mu Chen's expression.

Mu Chen leaned against the Li Mu wall, his head hitting the back wall regularly, and as the masked man's "The World" was read, he seemed to be even more confused, and only a dim light flickered in his eyes.

The two maids and farmers who followed the masked man stood quietly at the mouth of the alley, keeping their eyes on Zhang Banxian and preventing him from harming the man.

“...... If you also know what the husband is doing and what you do, what is out of the way?"

"Virtue is famous, and knowledge is out of contention. ”

"Those who are famous, those who are rolling, those who know, and those who are contentious. ”

"The murder weapons of the two, if you don't do it, you ...... it"

Halfway through reading "The World", Mu Chen suddenly stopped hitting the wall, but there was still no light in his eyes, just facing the sky on his back and not saying a word.

When the masked man saw him like this, he did not read it anymore.

"How's this kid?"

Zhang Banxian hurriedly asked the man with the mask, although he was one realm higher than Mu Chen, but after living for eighty or ninety years, he still couldn't cross the threshold of refining the qi and transforming the gods, and now he was only practicing the qi and transforming the gods.

Therefore, he couldn't give Mu Chen more help in terms of perception, so he could only stand by the side, not wanting Mu Chen to follow in his footsteps.

The masked man didn't answer, he also raised his head, followed Mu Chen's gaze, and suddenly laughed, which made Zhang Banxian even more confused, and he didn't know what to do now.

"Really, what's wrong with me today?"

"What am I doing?"

"I also said that others are obsessed, I seem to be the one who can't see through, it's really boring......"

As he spoke, the masked man got up and left Mu Chen's side, the corners of his mouth pressed down, patted the dust on his body, ignoring Zhang Banxian's worries and worries, and seemed to have lost all interest in whether Mu Chen could understand the obsession in his heart.

Walking straight out of the alley, he was just about to leave, but suddenly remembered something, thought for a moment, still blocked the corners of his mouth with a fan, and turned to face Mu Chen.

"By the way, I heard that in half a month, it will be the hundredth birthday of Huangsha Sect Master Huang Shulang. ”

"I just took a famous monk to spend a lot of money to buy 'thousand-year-old agarwood', it should be to make a birthday gift for Huang Shulang. ”

"It is said that the money for this congratulatory gift was made up by several of their brothers and sisters?"

"Hey, two thousand three hundred taels of silver, buy a hundred-year-old agarwood that is not old enough to go back, and I don't know if he can still deal with his brothers. ”

"This world is really interesting......"