Hearing the fat-faced monk say this at this time, Qin Bufan immediately said: "Where would you deceive Daoyou, in fact, Qin Mou was just guessing just now, but I didn't expect to let me guess it, haha, in fact, it was a blind cat that hit a dead mouse, Ma Daoyou don't have to be surprised, let's quickly teach me how to use my divine sense to record my own information on it." ”

When the fat-faced monk heard Qin Bufan's words, he originally wanted to say a few more words, but his thoughts of joking about Qin Bufan also stopped, and he turned to Qin Bufan with a serious face: "Actually, the method is very simple, as long as Qin Daoyou releases his divine sense, and after sticking it on this Lingjian, he thinks about his origin and information in his heart, then on the Lingjian, there will inevitably be information from Daoyou." ”

Qin Bufan heard the fat-faced monk say this, and immediately nodded, and did not speak again.

After carefully releasing his divine consciousness, he manipulated his divine consciousness and attached it to the spirit that floated in the air.

Just when Qin Bufan's divine sense first touched this spirit slip, Qin Bufan felt a chill in his mind, and it seemed that there was a sense of connection between him and the spirit slip in the middle of the air, and he felt that this spirit slip was very affectionate, as if he was an old friend who had known each other for many years.

Although at this time, Qin Bufan was very confused about why he felt this way, and wanted to ask the fat-faced monk beside him. But I also know that this is not the time to ask about this. At that moment, Qin Bufan didn't open his mouth to ask the fat-faced monk, but he was thinking about the information about his origin.

Qin Bufan had just finished thinking about this thought in his heart, and he saw that the spirit that was floating in the air suddenly emitted a faint green light, and the green light only existed for a happy time, so it was hidden.

The moment this green light was hidden, the scroll that had been floating in mid-air fell straight down from mid-air.

Seeing this scene, the fat-faced monk was quick with his eyes and hands, and before he could wait for the scroll to fall to the ground, he grabbed the scroll in mid-air.

After the fat-faced monk got the scroll, he spread it out and looked at it carefully.

Qin Bufan stood beside this monk and saw it very clearly, and sure enough, on the scroll of Lingjian, there was really the information that he had in mind at that time.

At that time, he only thought about his origin in his heart, and he didn't think much about the rest, so on top of this Lingjian, there were only some engraved pieces of his origin, but there was no other information engraved on it, such as the exercises he practiced at this time, the treasures in the storage bag, and other information.

The fat-faced monk looked at it for a while, and then rolled up the scroll. Then, the fat-faced monk slapped the storage bag again, and saw a brush more than an inch long appear in his hand.

The appearance of this item is not different from the shape of the pen that Qin Bufan used to read before, but on the tip of this brush, there are some red pigments attached to it, and the surface of these pigments actually exudes a faint aura, which is not an ordinary pigment, but a spiritual object!

After the fat-faced monk took out the pen, he wrote Qin Bufan's name on the surface of the scroll of Lingjian that he held in the palm of his hand. When he had finished writing, the fat-faced monk put the brush in a new storage bag, and he put the scroll on another shelf.

After doing these things, when he looked up and saw Qin Bufan's puzzled expression, he opened his mouth and asked, "What's the matter, Qin Daoyou? Why did he show such a confused look? Could it be that there was something he couldn't understand?"

Qin Bufan listened to the fat-faced monk's question, and suddenly thought that he had indeed asked him a lot of questions today, and it seemed that it was indeed a little unreasonable, but at this time, Qin Bufan still said: "It's not a big problem, it's just that when I saw Daoyou take out that brush just now, there was a faint aura of paint on the tip of the pen, what is it? Why do you use this paint to write on Lingjian?"

"Oh, it turns out that this is the problem, in fact, it is very simple, on the tip of the brush, the red pigment that is bubbling with spiritual energy, is actually cinnabar, but this cinnabar is mixed with the water in the spiritual spring, and then it will bubble out. The fat-faced monk replied without hesitation.

When Qin Bufan heard the fat-faced monk say this, he understood, and immediately nodded, signaling that he understood.

After doing these things, the fat-faced monk took Qin Bufan out of the small room and walked into the hall.

After the fat-faced monk brought Qin Bufan to the hall, he ordered Qin Bufan to wait for him here for a while, and he was going to get something for Qin Bufan. As for what he was taking, the fat-faced monk didn't say much, and after speaking, he walked away.

After Qin Bufan saw that the fat-faced monk had left after speaking, he didn't ask any more questions, and waited quietly in place.

After the fat-faced monk left, the other monks who had not been able to speak to Qin Bufan before came up, one said that he wanted to pour tea for Qin Bufan, and the other said that he wanted to pinch Qin Bufan's shoulder, with a flattering look, as if Qin Bufan was a guest of honor.

Qin Bufan naturally wouldn't let them beat their legs and pinch their shoulders, and seeing that when they spoke, there seemed to be a little sadness on their faces, Qin Bufan diverted the topic and asked them: "Fellow Daoists, why are your faces so ugly? Could it be that you have encountered some trouble?"

Those monks who surrounded Qin Bufan were all stunned when they saw Qin Bufan say such a thing. But then a young man who was thin and looked like he was twenty-four or five years old and couldn't extricate himself, stood up, and after sighing, he said to Qin Bufan:

"Alas, Dao friendly has an eye, and we have indeed encountered some tricky things. ”

"Oh, tricky matter?" Qin Bufan couldn't help but be stunned when he heard this, looked at this monk, and saw that he was now at the realm of the fifth layer of qi refining, and immediately asked: "Daoist friends are now at the realm of the fifth layer of qi refining, and all of you Daoists are also monks who cultivate immortals and ask questions, what is this thing that can make all Daoists feel tricky?"

"This ......," the monk said this, and looked at the monks around him hesitantly, and saw that they had no intention of stopping him, so he continued: "Alas, since Daoist friends have asked so, we naturally dare not hide Daoist friends. In fact, this matter is tricky, it's not tricky, it's not tricky, it's not tricky, but it's also tricky, alas, it's not a secret, I'm about to die of worry about this matter. ”