A Taoist monk will become rich by writing novels in the future

Chapter 81 What a Heiwa!My name is Yin Xiaotian

"Among them, the Shura Realm is said to be a place where gods, Buddhas and demons gather; and the Prajna Realm is a place where gods and Buddhas gather. I have never been to these two places, and I am not particularly clear about the details. As for the Infinite Realm, that is The place where a cultivator is when he ascends cannot go there without a certain level of strength. As for the empty world, no one who has been there has ever come back, and the degree of danger is unknown."

"Well, where is the pool mirror that day?" Yin Xiaotian asked impatiently, feeling strange because he had never heard of these things before.

"Tianchi Shuijing is a sect, and it is also the leader of the ten sects." Wen Qiao said, and then he thought of something and asked Uncle Mo Yi: "Master Mo, there is no trace of the monks now. I don't know where they are going. Where?"

Uncle Mo Yi sighed with emotion: "They have all moved to the Infinite Realm. At that time, the mountain torrents, tsunamis, and volcanoes erupted, and the scene was unprecedentedly powerful. In order not to fall, each sect used all its strength to transfer the backbone of the sect and the inheritance of its techniques. When we arrived at the Infinite Realm, despite this, many disciples still died in that disaster."

Speaking of this, Uncle Mo Yi's eyes darkened.

Wen Qiao's eyes moved slightly, suppressing the sadness in his heart.

She asked: "Have you ever heard about Futian Que..."

Uncle Mo Yi shook his head and said: "Longhu Mountain is far away from Tianshan Mountain. What's more, you have to know one thing. Futian Que is hidden in Tianshan Mountain. Regardless of world affairs, the specific conditions there are unknown."

After hearing this, Wen Qiao was slightly embarrassed.

Indeed, a hidden sect is like a closed door, no one knows what is going on inside.

Thinking of Futian Que, Wen Qiao decided to go back and take a look after arranging everything here.

"By the way, Hei Wa, did your master give you a Taoist number?" Quan Yao was still struggling with the Taoist number and asked Yin Xiaotian in a low voice who was sitting on the other side of Wen Qiao.

"What Heiba! My name is Yin Xiaotian." Yin Xiaotian said with a black face, but he is indeed black now. Not to mention the tattered clothes, his body is as dark as if he came back from traveling in Africa. He has a coat tied around his waist to cover it up. It covered his lower body, like a skirt. "By the way, what is a Taoist number?"

Quan Yao: “…….”

Wen Qiao: “…….”

When Quan Yao mentioned this, Uncle Mo Yi suddenly became enlightened and said with a thoughtful look on his face: "If you want to give your disciple a Taoist name, disciple, 伱, etc., let me think about it as a teacher... Well, as a teacher, I am a Tianzi generation. , you are considered a senior citizen, well, what name should I choose?"

Uncle Mo Yi thought about it for a long time.

I couldn't figure out the reason until after eleven o'clock in the evening.

At this time, Qian Yaran had already pushed Aunt Tong, followed by two people. One of them, an old man over eighty years old, was walking tremblingly forward with small steps on crutches, and the other was walking with a high horse. Big and very strong, he was following the old man step by step.

"Oh! Xiaomei, show me, why does this person look so much like Master?"

In the villa, the old man on crutches squinted his presbyopic eyes and looked at Wen Qiao who was only a few steps away. Behind him, Yin Xiaomei replied expressionlessly: "Dad, I am not like the master, but I am the master."

"Really? That's really not an ordinary fate. Master, my Xiaotian went out to look for you in broad daylight. Why didn't you see him?" Seal glanced around with his old blurry eyes. , instead of seeing Yin Xiaotian, he saw a black charcoal that looked like it was about to be burned.

"No, Dad, this way..." Yin Xiaomei felt embarrassed and pulled the seal in the direction of Xiaotian. At the same time, she was wondering what her little brother had gone through, so why did his color change just after he went out? .

"Xiaotian!" Zhan shouted, looking at the blurred black coal in front of him?
Yin Xiaotian looked away and looked a little angry, muttering: "Someone said that you will recognize me even if I turn into ashes..."

Wen Qiao: “…….”

How strange does this sound?
Quanyao and Uncle Mo Yi were a little dazed. Their eyes glanced at Seal and his son, and they both chose to eat in silence.

Yin Xiaomei explained from the side: "Qi Wa, grandpa is old and his eyesight is a little hard to use."

Yin Xiaotian snorted and said nothing more.

Aunt Tong in the wheelchair chuckled: "It turns out we all know each other!" Seal: "Yes, this is my youngest son's master. I didn't expect it to be such a coincidence. It was the master who fell in love with this villa... .”

Wen Qiao: “…….”

Witnessed once again the fact that the city was a small school in the past.

The Fang brothers hadn't arrived yet. Wen Qiao looked at the time. It was only 39:[-]. She said, "There is still some time. Let's wait."

Hearing this, Yin Xiaomei couldn't help but ask, "Master, don't you need to prepare anything?"

Shouldn't we prepare cases, prepare people, and open forums to practice?

You must know that this villa has a strong negative energy, and if any evil spirit comes out, it will easily hurt people.

Wen Qiao: "No need..."

Uncle Mo Yi, who had become invisible, listened to Yin Xiaomei's inquiry and said in Quanyao's mind: "Disciple! The things he said to prepare are only prepared by those below the Heavenly Master, and there is no need for those above the Heavenly Master... ….”

Quanyao was a little confused and asked: "What are you preparing for?"

Uncle Mo Yi: "The case, that is, the table, on which are prepared the magical tools to be used, such as glutinous rice, uncooked rice, seven-star sword, incense burner, etc... things used to invite gods, catch ghosts, and subjugate demons. It’s all different.”

Quanyao thought thoughtfully: "That's it!"

Uncle Mo Yi said: "You will take a closer look later to see how Taiyi started the formation."

Quanyao nodded seriously after hearing this. To be honest, she was quite curious about what those ghosts looked like and whether they were like old ghosts.

At 58:[-] pm, the Fang brothers closed their stall early and came to the villa.

After looking at Wen Qiao, Wen Qiao began to form seals with his hands.

Wen Qiao's technique of forming seals was fast, complicated, and dazzling. In just one moment, several people in the villa saw a faint white light emerging from her hand. As the white light expanded, everyone could clearly see it. This white light is like a star map, and if you look closely, it looks like a net. Moreover, the star map-like net is getting bigger and bigger. Finally, Wen Qiao throws it away and disappears from the villa without a trace.

Quanyao: "?"

I'm a little confused, what kind of operation is this.

Uncle Mo Yi said in his mind: "She is setting up barriers. Each barrier has a different function. The barrier she arranged can prevent the ghosts in the formation from escaping, and can also confuse people outside. Even prevent them from coming in.”

Quanyao: "Is it so slow to set up the barrier?"

Wen Qiao's movements just now were very slow, but they gave her a deliberate feeling.

Uncle Mo Yi explained: "She is demonstrating it to you, otherwise with her speed, you might not know when and how she set up the barrier."

Quan Yao suddenly understood, and looked at Wen Qiao with more intense and serious eyes.

Yin Xiaotian's elderly father, Lao Shen, was sitting on the sofa, but he couldn't see clearly anyway.

Yin Xiaomei moved from behind the sofa to behind Yin Xiaotian, reached out and poked Yin Xiaotian's back...

(End of this chapter)