Taoist students

Chapter 62 Puppet

Ten days later, Dongfang Mo deliberately slowed down, and deliberately bypassed the shortcut, entering the Wanlin Mountains from a farther place.When he came to a place that seemed a little open, he jumped and hid in a big tree.

After waiting for about half a cup of tea, he heard a rustling sound from behind. Not long after, a monk in Taoist robes about [-] years old came out. The monk in Taoist robes was holding a round compass in his hand. Follow the pointer on the compass.

But when we got here, the pointer on the compass trembled unsteadily, and the Taoist monk kept turning around, but the pointer was still unstable.

"Are you looking for me!"

Just when he was puzzled, a joking voice suddenly came from behind him.

Hearing this, the monk in Taoist robes was startled, turned around quickly, and saw a young Taoist priest in his early ten years looking at him with a smile on his face.

Seeing this, the monk in Taoist robe paused, but did not answer, instead turned around and left, about to jump into the forest.

Dongfang Mo let out a cold snort. If this cultivator hadn't been able to see and hear far beyond ordinary people, it would have been difficult for him to find someone following him here, so he was puzzled and chased after him without even thinking about it.

I saw his figure submerged between the big trees, and a few flashes had already blocked the monk in Taoist robes.

"Why did this senior brother leave as soon as he said he would!".

The monk in Taoist robes finally frowned, still didn't intend to answer, instead he stretched out his hand, he held a short stick in his hand, and hit Dongfang Mo on the head.

Dongfang Mo had been prepared for a long time, and disappeared in the blink of an eye. The priest in Taoist robes was slightly startled, and suddenly felt a strong wind coming from behind him. A bout of dizziness.

At the critical moment, the mana in his body injected, and he turned sideways suddenly.

"puff!"

But he was still a step too late, his chest was swept by the sword light, and a wound of several inches was cut open, and a flower of blood shot out immediately.

The monk in Taoist robes did not move slowly. He swung the short stick in his hand suddenly, turning into a few afterimages, attacking Dongfang Mo from several directions.

Seeing this, Dongfang Mo flicked his fingers, and a vine armor emerged, and the afterimage hit the vine armor, making a dull sound of thumping, as if hitting a solid wooden stake.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the Taoist robed monk withdrew and retreated.

But in the next moment, he suddenly felt that his feet seemed to be bound, and his body leaned forward and almost fell to the ground.

Looking down, it turned out that a few vines as thick as a baby's arm were entangled up, and it had spread to the calf in the blink of an eye.

A trace of panic flashed in the Taoist monk's eyes. At this moment, with a wave of the short stick in his hand, he was about to cut off the vine.

Dongfang Mo let out a cold snort, and at the same time made a formula in his hand and muttered something in his mouth.

Since he broke through to the late fourth stage, his mana has increased by as much as [-]%, and the mana in his body is pouring like a flood.

The speed of the vines under the Taoist robed monk's feet increased by another three points, wrapping around his thigh in the blink of an eye.

And at this time, the short stick in his hand finally chopped on the vine.

"puff!"

But what is surprising is that when this seemingly fragile vine was cut open, although it was broken into two pieces, the broken part closed up the next moment and continued to grow, and even bound towards his waist. the trend of.

The monk in Taoist robes finally turned pale with shock. He stretched out his hand and grabbed a talisman engraved with strange patterns in his hand. With a twist of his fingers, the talisman instantly burned, and he stretched out his hand to slap it on the vines around his waist.

"Huh!"

Several vines turned into fly ash in a burst of flames.

Dongfang Mo frowned, if he hadn't had any murderous intentions towards this person, he could have used the wooden thorns to nail him to death just now when the vines spread.

So he ejected from his hand again and again, several sounds of breaking wind roared past, the monk in Taoist robe had no time to be surprised, when he looked up, he saw a few faint rays of light shooting towards him, and he was already a few feet away in a blink of an eye.

He let out a low shout, and at the same time mana suddenly poured into the short stick in his hand, and the short stick moved flexibly between his fingers, waving it like an invisible shield to block the front door.

Several light blue thorns hit the rotating short stick, like a mud cow entering the sea, without the slightest wave.

But the Taoist robed monk stepped back again and again, and finally his face turned pale, and he stretched out his hand to support a tree trunk before standing still.

So without hesitation, he took out several Huang Mengmeng's talismans again, and shot them at Dongfang Mo repeatedly.

The talismans turned into ice arrows, fireballs, and wooden thorns, all of which attacked his face, chest and other vital points.

Dongfang Mo made a sarcasm, and easily avoided it with a flash of his figure, but the Taoist robed monk took advantage of this figure to escape very quickly.

But just as he walked a few feet forward, he suddenly felt a strong wind piercing the air behind him, and the next moment, he saw a white light flashing on his chest.

A strand of white silk came entangled, and suddenly I felt my whole body tightened, as if it was wrapped like a rice dumpling.

Taking a closer look, it was Dongfang Mo who was holding a white whisk at this time, and yanked it behind him.

The body of the Taoist robed monk was pulled over from the air.

"boom!"

With a violent jerk, it hit a big tree surrounded by several people, making a dull sound.

With a wow, the monk in Taoist robe opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of hot blood, but he couldn't move.

Everything seemed cumbersome, but in reality it took only a dozen or so breaths. Unexpectedly, this early fifth-order monk with a higher cultivation base was captured alive by Dongfang Mo.

It's no wonder that the mana in Dongfang Mo's body was abnormally strong, and he was able to fight hundreds of rounds with Gongsun disciple Zhao Wuji and others. Even if it was not as good, the gap would never be too big.

And this robed cultivator is obviously just an ordinary palace disciple with mediocre aptitude. Although he has a cultivation level at the beginning of the fifth level, he is nothing compared to Zhao Wuji and others, so it is only natural that he is not the opponent of Dongfang Mo.

At this time, Dongfang Mo stepped forward slowly, looked at the Taoist monk with blood still dripping from the corner of his mouth, and said with no emotion in his eyes:
"Now you can say why you followed me."

Hearing this, the Taoist robed monk just looked at him with evil eyes and didn't speak.

"Hmph, do you really want me to do something to you?"

Seeing this, Dongfang Mo's expression finally cooled down.

Just as he was thinking about how to get this person to speak, he saw a strange gurgling sound from the throat of the Taoist robed monk. At the same time, his eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, his expression was ferocious, and his face began to distort and deform.

After just three or five breaths, he felt a violent wave of mana coming from his whole body.

"This is……"

When Dongfang Mo saw an abnormal bright red surface on his face, his complexion finally changed drastically. With a flick of the whisk in his hand, he threw his figure out, and at the same time he dodged into a big tree.

"Oh!"

The next moment, a loud noise was heard, and a piece of flesh and blood slag scattered in all directions, staining a radius of several feet red.

Not long after, Dongfang Mo's figure stood out from a big tree.

At this time, he was slightly out of breath, and looked shocked.

I really can't figure out why this robed monk blew himself up.

"Something's wrong!"

After a while, his eyes narrowed, the more he thought about the monk's every move, the more strange he felt.

So he stretched out his hand to grab it, and took out a skull with faint green fire from the spirit beast bag.

"Speak and fart!"

Before Dongfang Mo could speak, Gu Ya began to shout impatiently. He really didn't have any patience with Dongfang Mo, a goddamn idiot.

For so long, he has thoroughly figured out Dongfang Mo's temperament, that is, he forgets righteousness for profit, crosses rivers and demolishes bridges, and is full of bad hob meat.For him, he will come when he is called, and he will go away when he is waved, and he never pretends to be good.

Hearing this, Dongfang Mo's face showed a murderous look. He had used many methods, but none of them could deal with this iron-like skull.

So he didn't care about Gu Ya's words, and told the scene just now in detail, and finally asked:
"Do you think this monk is acting normal!"

"Bullshit, of course it's not normal, you've seen someone blew himself up when he was caught!"

Gu Ya didn't even bother to think about the ins and outs and directly scolded.

"Then what are you saying is abnormal!"

"How did I know that!"

"What use am I to you?"

As he said that, Dongfang Mo was furious, and the fly whisk fell down unceremoniously, and the mahogany sword in his hand was not idle, chopping wildly.

"Stop...stop, I see, I remember."

Hearing this, Dongfang Mo finally stopped, grabbed Gu Ya in his hands, and glared.

"Ahem...according to what you said, this person is most likely a puppet."

"puppet?"

"That's right, this kid may have been controlled by someone long ago. There should be something attracting him when he followed you all the way. After you captured him, the people behind him were worried about revealing their identity, so they detonated him. But this puppet should have I lost my original sanity, but my mind was controlled by someone, in other words, this person died a long time ago, so my behavior is a bit dull."

Hearing this, Dongfang Mo was shocked. He had seen a few words about puppets before, and he felt that there was some knowledge at the beginning, but now he was able to witness it in person, and it was still a bit shocking.

But in a blink of an eye, I thought again, who would follow me?

Except for the girl in red, he has never offended anyone.

But after thinking about it carefully, it suddenly occurred to me that since the last time I passed through Nanchuifang City, I found two tails following me. I thought it was someone who was not open-eyed and wanted to catch the attention of the senior sisters of Miaoyin Academy, but I didn't take it seriously at first. In fact, now it seems that it is not so simple.

"Nanthuifang City?"

Thinking of this, Dongfang Mo suddenly woke up.

It is absolutely impossible for the girl in red to follow her to the gate of the palace, that is most likely the reason why she spent so much that day.

As the saying goes, money does not leak out, maybe I was too ostentatious that day, so I attracted the attention of interested people.

Thinking of this, several figures appeared in his heart at the same time.

Is it Yue Laosan, or Wu Bicha, or the woman in Miaoyin shirt, or someone in another shop who noticed that he has a huge fortune.

After a long time, he still couldn't think of a reason, so he simply put aside his distracting thoughts and put away the short stick, compass and a storage bag dropped by the monk who blew himself up.

After careful inspection, except that the short stick was a low-level magic weapon and the compass was a bit weird, there was nothing of value in the storage bag, so he got up and went to the depths of the dense forest again.

But he didn't notice at all that there was a faint trace of blood on the corner of his clothes. At a glance, the blood was nothing, but if he looked carefully, he would find an inconspicuous light flashing on it from time to time.

……

In Nanchuifang City, at this time Wubicha was sitting cross-legged in the attic on the second floor. Not long after, he suddenly sensed something and opened his eyes.

"One died!"

At the same time, he stretched out his hand to grab it, and a smooth stone mirror appeared in front of him. He waved a few spells with his hand, and then the stone mirror rotated for a while, finally showing a huge topographical map.

At this time, a red dot was slowly moving on the map, and upon closer inspection, the red dot seemed to be on the edge of the Wanling Mountain Range.

Seeing this, Ubicha showed a hint of sarcasm.

"Do you think you can escape from my eyes!"

The next moment, I saw him biting his fingertips, and his fingers began to draw in the void. After a while, a strange mark was formed.

At the same time as the imprint was formed, Ubicha flicked his fingers, and the imprint burned instantly and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

At the same time, not far from the Wanling Mountain Range, another young monk was walking in one direction without haste.

At this time, his figure suddenly stopped, and at the same time, a strange red mark appeared between his eyebrows.

He suddenly closed his eyes, as if he was sensing something. The next moment, he opened his eyes suddenly, his body moved, and his speed suddenly accelerated by nearly half, heading towards the depths of the Wanling Mountain Range. Looking at the direction, it seemed that Dongfang Mo was right there. place.

(End of this chapter)