Taoist Fang Xian

Chapter 28
Looking at the clouds gathering in the distant mountains and forests.

Feeling the violent and violent Yin Qi boiling in it, as well as the exasperated words of ghosts and gods floating in the air.

Fang Xin, who has been walking against the wind against the tree roots in the distance, couldn't help laughing loudly:
"After becoming a ghost, my brain seems to be a little bit out of order."

"Don't gather good news before hunting."

"Isn't this a typical example of people playing around?"

"Oh~, it's really not worrying."

"It seems that there is no need to start the second set of plans. It is a waste of my feelings."

"One day in the future, when I become a high-ranking official in the palace, I will definitely find someone with a brain to perform sacrifices to ghosts and gods."

After teasing a few times, Fang Xin shook off the still strong scent of incense on her body, and then turned into a breeze and left again.

have to say.

Although it is said that in this mountain, the spirit in the dark is very strange, and hardly wants to communicate with him.

But with the help of the incense of this miraculous spirit, he can block the pursuit and prying eyes of most ghosts and gods.

This is why every time he comes out, he burns a handful of wormwood and incense.

This trick has been tried and tested.

Of course, the reason why ghosts and gods are impermanent is completely because they rely too much on past experience.

After all, when an ordinary Taoist just became a warlock, the first year or two was basically a process of hard work and saving money.

Basically, after saving enough money in two or three years, you have to buy resources and spend a certain amount of time before you can practice spells.

There is a big span in between.

In the end, whoever imagined it, Fang Xin turned out to be one of the outliers, and his alchemy methods went straight to many old-fashioned alchemists.

Money is soft.

Naturally, he can practice spells as quickly as possible, so that he can protect himself.

Really talk about it.

For example, those in the same period as him all became warlocks within ten years in the Taoist palace.

Except for those who were talented and enlightened five years ago, those who had five years to practice now have spells like him.

Those other people are all struggling to use ordinary little charms, making money carefully.

It can only be said that the same people have different fates.

Stopped near a green vine forest.

Fang Xin chose two relatively good bamboo poles next to him, found a few rattans, and then activated the survival skills he had practiced in the past ten years.

With light hands and feet, the many rattans and bamboo poles were woven into a sliding pole on which people could sit.

The rattan is verdant.

Bamboo poles are also very crisp and bright.

It looks very beautiful and natural, and it will sell for dozens of big ones at least outside.
Followed by.

All I saw was that Fang Xin took out two three-inch paper figurines from the big sleeve of his left hand.

Then, take it to your mouth and blow it gently:
"Whoo~"

The first paper figurine was blown and fell to the ground lightly.

Then the wind will grow.

hula la~
After a while, he grew to the same height as Fang Xin.

Then, he shook the second paper figurine:

"Whoo~"

With the blowing again, the second paper figurine landed lightly, then became longer in the wind, and turned into his appearance.

Saw here.

The corners of Fang Xin's mouth twitched slightly:
"Let's be a master too."

After the words fell, he stepped on the breeze under his feet and sat directly on the emerald green slider.

And the two lifelike Fang Xin at the bottom picked up the slider helplessly, and quickly ran forward.

The breeze helps while walking.

It was originally a paper man's body, but now coupled with the breeze transformed by the speed-running spell, the speed is much faster than Fang Xin himself.

a time.

Fang Xin, who was sitting on the slider, also enjoyed himself a bit, carrying the sedan chair for himself.

That is to say, it is in the deep mountains.

If this came out of the mountains and forests and came to this world, it would probably scare others to death.

After all, these three people are exactly the same!
While enjoying the slide bar I lifted for myself, I felt the speed of the Fengchi tram, as well as the cold wind in the air.

Fang Xin pinched his left sleeve robe in pain:

"I lost a paper figurine and got some scattered news. This wave is a bit of a loss."

Originally, his plan was to rely on the sound of the wind to drift away, and then get more news from Wuchang's mouth.

But who knew Wuchang was a different person before his death.

And also has the blood of Zhu Rong.

You must understand that Zhu Rong has been a well-known god of fire in the legends since ancient times.

Therefore, people from the Zhurong tribe and other people with Zhurong's bloodline, once they can really develop their own bloodline.

That can also display Zhurong Flame.

Generally speaking, this Zhurong bloodline can also be called one of the bloodlines of gods and demons.

Extraordinarily miraculous.

And the fire of Zhu Rong in Wuchang, although he didn't dig too deep, was not too strong.

But it just happened to restrain his paper man.

He can avoid ordinary water and fire.

It can't hurt him, so naturally this paper man is only afraid of water and fire, so it's not a difficult thing, and it's not too big of a flaw.

But this fire of Zhu Rong is extremely difficult to deal with, and it will never be extinguished. When his paper figurine meets, this is really a nemesis.

And in the end it wasn't that he didn't run.

It's that his paper man can't run away.

It can only be said that Wuchang is worthy of being the most famous old ghost among the three mountain Taoist palaces.

There are many means.

It seems that the plan to deal with impermanence will not be activated for a while.

When he thought of this, he remembered the words that frightened him in Wuchang's mouth:
"It's a new reincarnation~"

"In the Dao Palace, the number of Taoists has reached a limit, and they can be hunted and killed outside the Dao Palace."

Could it be that similar things, similar so-called reincarnations one after another, have happened countless times?

The mirage dragon turns over once every 150 years.

And the spiritual energy that has been deposited in the sea for more than 100 years will also come ashore because of the mirage, and create all kinds of rare and strange fruits.

Combined with the words of Taoist Tiger.

Fang Xin seemed to have become a little more silent:
"It seems that this trip to the mirage should be more cruel than imagined."

When he thought of this, he felt that he should be more vigilant.

After all, the general trend of the times is too terrifying.

And if there are too many changes in the mirage at that time, then it is not enough for him to prepare these bigu pills.

Pinch your fingers and figure it out.

Although I don't know when this mirage will appear, but according to the usual habits in the Dao Palace:

"It will be a year at the earliest."

"Otherwise, there wouldn't be just a hint of urgency."

He still has enough time.

He only needs to go down the mountain this time and get the jade bamboo heart, and he can go back to his cave, and practice Wu Tunsha kung fu that day with his life.

At that time, wait for the evil spirit to form.

Once the Tianwu body protection is completed.

Well, in addition to the masters of the retreats of the various houses, there are also higher enlightenment masters. Among ordinary warlocks, he should have the ability to save his life.

"The most important thing is that you still have to accumulate meritorious deeds to exchange for Qiankun bags."

"There is not enough space to store things, and just relying on the ancestral orifice to place spiritual objects is simply a drop in the bucket."

The universe bag is very important, but it is also very precious. An ordinary three-foot-square universe bag is worth two thousand talismans.

And it takes two small kung fu to exchange for it.

Originally, he planned to use the merits of suppressing evil spirits below to exchange for a set of formations.

Now it seems that it is better to save some money first, use this qualification to buy a universe bag, and store more supplies before we talk!

Let alone enjoyment.

You have to save your own life first, and then talk about other things. You can't even eat enough. The so-called self-cultivation is all fake.

Clarify your own small goals.

Fang Xin closed his eyes slowly, and meditated to contemplate the gods, leaving a little thought for the two paper figurines.

Suddenly, smoke rose.

He closed his eyes and concentrated for an unknown period of time. When he opened them again, he saw the huge mine in front of him in the mountains.

There are countless workers underneath.

Just by looking at the broken stone skin underground, one can tell that the ore vein has just been mined.

Impressively, this is the rich ore mined near Yuzhu Forest in Nanshan, in the pit where the red copper mine is located.

And just as he was looking down.

All I saw in the distance was a very rich and satin-clad steward, with the help of a few guards, trotting all the way towards Fang Xin's position.

When he got close to Fang Xin, the manager became a little bit coquettish.

He took down a small cloth bag from the shoulder of the guard next to him very dog-leggedly, pouted his buttocks high, and handed it over with both hands:

"Welcome to the mine~"

"This is a small thought. I hope my lord will not dislike it. A little bit of copper has just been mined. Would you like to go down and check it out?"

Fang Xin waved his hand, asked the paper figurine below to take a small bag, and weighed it.

Afterwards, Fang Xin glanced at him with a half-smile, and didn't get off the slider, but just said casually:
"There's no need for that, Pindao is only here to take charge of suppressing evil spirits, and he can handle other matters by himself."

After the words fell, I saw the chubby steward, and smiled even more happily:

"My lord, please come inside."

"The villain has prepared a room for you to rest in advance, and you can tell me anything."

"..."

The sound spread farther and farther, only the slightly obsequious laughter spread from the wind.

(End of this chapter)