Wang Chong has survived the three disasters, and his savings have been filled, but if he wants to break through the realm, he still owes a delicate opportunity.

The idea of playing Dzi was to let him experience the red dust of the world, Wang Chong thought about it, it's okay to go out for a walk.

He doesn't set a goal, he doesn't calculate, and he doesn't use spells to hurry, but when he is happy, he will go away, and he will do everything he can, and he will never procrastinate.

In the past few years, Wang Chong has traveled as a layman, and he has not traveled many places, after all, ordinary people, relying only on their feet, the world is a long road.

On this day, Wang Chong stayed in a mountain village for several months, made a western seat for a period of time for a family's village school, and then quietly thought about it, said goodbye to the proprietor, tied the knot, and carried a package at will.

He set out in the morning, and in the evening, he calculated that he could not walk more than seventy miles of mountain roads, but he could no longer see people, only barren mountains and mountains.

Of course, Wang Chong was not afraid of any mountain spirits and ghosts, beasts in the forest, but he was too lazy to take the night road, and was about to find a clean place, and walked for a while, but saw an eaves sticking out of the old forest.

Wang Chong said with a smile: "Wouldn't it be a good place to settle down if you don't have a temple." ”

He shook his spirits and walked over, only to find that although the temple was deserted, there was actually a person, a scholar with thick eyebrows and big eyes, who was roasting a fire and boiling a pot of hot water.

When the scholar saw Wang Chong, who was also dressed as a scholar, he was still a little afraid, but he finally relieved himself and exclaimed, "Where does this brother want to go? Why did he come to such a remote place?"

Wang Chong said with a smile: "I didn't love the imperial examination when I was a child, I just wanted to go all over the world, see all the famous mountains and rivers in the world, and see the beautiful scenery." Therefore, when his parents were old, they sold their family property and traveled around alone. ”

"Not long ago, Luojia Village, seventy miles away, made a west-west seat for a few months, accumulated five taels of silver for the journey, and set off again. ”

The scholar listened leisurely and said with a smile: "The elder brother is really chic, but the younger brother is not so leisurely. I am from Taizhou, and I have a shop at home that sells cloth for a living, and I am here to collect debts. ”

Wang Chong saw that this scholar was wearing a rough cloth shirt, and knew that he had not yet become famous, but he was only studying, and he had not yet entered the school, so he didn't care much.

Most of these scholars can't read, but they can read a few words, either to help the family do business, or to help people do the accounting room, and it is not enough to even be a teacher.

Even if Wang Chong doesn't cultivate immortals, he is quite talented in reading, and the people he made friends with back then were also famous talents, and he really didn't have much to say with this kind of scholar who couldn't read.

The scholar was a little interested in Wang Chong, and asked, "Where have you been to Brother Tai?" Can you tell Xiao Ke about it?"

Wang Chong smiled: "I should have talked to my brother, but I was tired of walking and didn't want to talk." ”

directly rejected the scholar, found a place for himself, flicked his robe, made a dust avoidance charm, scattered the dust, and sat down cross-legged.

Seeing that he closed his eyes, the scholar didn't bother, but just carefully looked at the hot water in the pot, and quietly threw a few bark-like things and boiled them.

After less than half an hour, the sky was already extremely dark, and there was no light except for the fire in the temple.

The scholar was not very bold, so he had already prepared a lot of firewood, and added it several times in a row, so that the fire burned very vigorously.

The things cooked in the pot gradually emitted a fishy smell, and the scholar called Wang Chong a few times, and when he didn't answer, he took a piece of thick flour cake and ate a few bites of the things in the pot.

As soon as the scholar had eaten half of his meal, he heard a terrible scream outside, and after a while, the scream got closer and closer, and there was a heavy wheezing sound nearby.

The scholar just screamed a few times, and seeing that Wang Chong still didn't react, he pulled out a wooden stick from the package, held it in his arms, and stared at the outside of the temple.

Wang Chongyun refined the mana of the Classic of Mountains and Seas, and suddenly his eyebrows froze, and he played the dzi to send out a cool feeling: there are two monsters.

Wang Chong laughed and said, "Are there any other monsters in the world that are worthy of my attention?"

Yan Tianzhu sent out a cool feeling: There are three of the eight strange demons, and you can't fight.

Wang Chong was speechless for a moment, three of the eight strange demons in the world are demon saints in the Taiyi realm, but he really can't beat them. But why did Wang Chong bother fighting? Now he has a good relationship with the White Lotus Boy, after all, she is Ying Yang's wife, and the two demon saints in the West will not embarrass him.

As for the Buddha Sheng'er, he studied under Elder Jin Chan, although he did not learn the Dharma, but his temperament is also quite Buddha-like, and he can't live in seclusion, so he won't easily fight with others at all.

Playing Tianzhu said this, he deliberately couldn't get off the stage.

Wang Chong snorted coldly and said, "Where did the Taiyi Realm Demon Saint come from in Dongtu?"

The dzi sent a coolness: there is one in the sea.

Wang Chong thought of the old dragon he was trapped in, and he was speechless! He was just about to refute it, but Yan Tianzhu sent out a chill: In fact, there is still one in the Poison Dragon Temple.

Wang Chong originally wanted to say that the eastern soil was not considered a sea mile, and he had nothing to say at this time, so he couldn't help but ask: "That poisonous dragon really has the cultivation of the Taiyi Realm?"

Yan Tianzhu sent out a coolness: The Dao incarnation of the Iron Plough Ancestor!

Wang Chong suddenly didn't want to speak.

He had a faint guess back then, the Dao incarnation of the Red Leaf Zen Master was a big meat ball, the Dao incarnation of the Iron Plough Ancestor, maybe even more weird, and he also guessed whether it was the poisonous dragon, but in the early years, his Taoism was too low, and his imagination was not rich enough, and later his skills were high, but he was too lazy to guess.

The poisonous dragon asked him to do something, but Wang Chong always felt that it was not a good thing, so he didn't dare to go, and at this time he followed the dzi, but he didn't expect this broken bead to break this matter.

Wang Chong pondered for a while and asked, "Why didn't you tell me earlier? The poisonous dragon is the incarnation of the Tao of the iron plow, doesn't he know a lot of secrets?"

Yan Tianzhu sent out a chill: I know a lot of things? Can I tell you everything? Tie Li, the kind of old ghost who looks messy, but is actually cunning and fights with Yin Dingxiu, already knows a lot of secrets.

Wang Chong suddenly thought for a moment, and said in his heart: "The Dao incarnation of the iron plow, if it is that poisonous dragon, why does this poisonous dragon seem to have its own sanity? Xuanye didn't have a Dao incarnation at all......"

"The first thing he did when he came out of the customs was to find my master to celebrate the ceremony, isn't it...... Actually, it's not to be stupid, it's to discuss something?"

Wang Chong was thinking, he didn't care about these at the time, but when he thought about it, he didn't know how many details of the deep meaning were contained, but he heard a footstep outside the temple, but this footstep sounded, not step by step, but plop, as if jumping in.

He opened his eyes slightly, but saw the scholar who met in Pingshui, nervously holding the stick in his hand, and kept wiping his sweat.