"This is Panshifang Market. I have paid the stall fee. You are provoking the three families by attacking me."

The stall owner's face changed drastically. Before he could finish his words, he felt a huge force coming from Chen Luo's palm. The air around him turned into a sticky liquid, his open mouth was frozen in the air, and even the spiritual power in his body was frozen into a dead object.

The whole world seemed to have been paused, and he could only watch the other person's hand gently placed on his head.

"Soul search."

A cold voice sounded in the stall owner's ears, a strange force surged in, and the scene stopped abruptly.

Even when Chen Luo left the stall, the crowd watching nearby remained where they were. Under the power of the Illusion God Gu, the scenes these people saw were completely different from reality, and they didn't even notice anything unusual when Chen Luo disappeared.

“It was stolen.”

Walking out of the long street, Chen Luo frowned.

After searching his soul, he quickly found the information he wanted. However, the result disappointed him a little. There was no information about tomb robbery in the stall owner's memory. This guy and the man and woman who were responsible for raising the price before were a group of robbers. What they often do is to lure out "fat sheep" and kill them. Before, the stall owner asked Chen Luo to pay more money to lead the way, with the purpose of taking him out and killing him.

In order to ensure that no accidents would happen, the three of them also prepared many backup plans, such as soul poison, formations, talismans and so on.

The empty sword on the stall was obtained by them in this way.

The bodies of the murdered people were burned completely by them, eliminating the possibility for Chen Luo to go over and pick up the "brains".

Boom! Boom!

The men and women who were in the crowd suddenly exploded, and blood splattered all over the ground. Chen Luo always dealt with those who dared to plot against him directly, without any hesitation.

The long street was stained with blood, but it did not affect normal operations.

The people standing nearby who were watching the excitement were still standing there, making noises at the empty stalls. They had the same smiles on their faces as before, letting the blood flow down their bodies. The scene was extremely weird.

The power of the Illusion God Gu was like a reflection, it concealed the truth under the picture, projecting a completely fabricated scene. Unless the affected person's cultivation was higher than Chen Luo's, he would never be able to discover these illusions until he died.

"Would you like to have your fortune told?"

When Chen Luo was about to return to the cave, a stall owner nearby suddenly called him.

Beside the stone bridge, a Taoist priest with gray hair sat cross-legged on a large rock at the intersection. He was wearing a wide Taoist robe with sleeves hanging down to the ground. His eyes were as dark as the abyss, staring straight at Chen Luo.

In front of him was a long wooden table, covered with a piece of yellow cloth, on which were drawn a bunch of strange patterns with black and red brushes. A withered yellow bamboo tube was placed in the center, filled with fortune sticks.

A fortune teller.

"You are not from Panshifang City."

Chen Luo stopped. He was still surrounded by the power of the Illusion God Gu, and no one in the Rock Market could see him. Only the Taoist priest in front of him saw through him and wanted to tell him a fortune. This kind of person was not an easy person to deal with, at least his cultivation was not weaker than his.

"Let me tell you my fortune. If it doesn't work, I won't charge you."

The Taoist priest had a smile on his face and stretched out the lottery tube forward.

"Then let's just forget about it and see."

Chen Luo narrowed his eyes and quietly withdrew his spiritual sense. Just now, he used his spiritual sense to sense and found that there was no Taoist in front of him at all, only a big stone. In other words, the Taoist in front of him could only be seen by the naked eye, on the contrary, the spiritual sense and the soul could not detect his existence.

This reminded Chen Luo of an acquaintance.

The Taoist took back the fortune stick tube and began to shake it gently. He did not ask any questions or ask for money, but just started to shake the sticks.

"What do you mean you don't ask me?"

Chen Luo looked at the Taoist in front of him, and his inner guess was more certain. This was the time and space of 8,000 years ago. Some people who would be hard to meet 8,000 years later might be active in this era. For example, Ge Xian and Wang Chengguan, they were very likely in this time period. These two cultivators, whose cultivation exceeded the limit of the corpse immortal way in later generations, could only break through at this time, or even earlier.

Especially Ge Xian.

After the changes in the immortal cultivation world, he is the only powerful person who dares to call himself an "immortal".

Although the Taoist in front of him did not introduce himself, Chen Luo did not need to ask many questions. He just needed to sense his aura.

'Ge Xian!'

'The old fellow named Ge.'

Looking at the feedback from the external brain, the smile on Chen Luo's face became brighter.

"I've already said it just now, I'm a fortune teller. There are very few things in this world that can be hidden from me, including the question you want to ask." The Taoist answered Chen Luo's questions while shaking the fortune stick box.

After a while, a bamboo stick fell out of the stick tube.

There are only four words on the hexagram.

The mountains and rivers are changing day by day.

"Why?"

Chen Luo picked up the bamboo stick and sensed it with his spiritual sense, confirming that it was just an ordinary bamboo stick and there was no trace of any spiritual power refining inside.

"My last name is Ge."

The Taoist took the bamboo stick and said with a smile.

It seemed like he was answering Chen Luo's question, but also like he was talking to himself.

"Ge Xian?"

The Taoist did not answer this question, but put the bamboo stick on the table and continued speaking while looking at Chen Luo opposite him.

"I am not an immortal, and you are not from this era. I really want to know how an outlier like you can participate in the great changes."

Chen Luo became more and more certain about the origin of the old man opposite him. He could see through his background at a glance. Among the people he knew, only Ge Xian could do this. So he immediately asked.

“What is the big change?”

"I don't know. There are very few things in this world that I cannot figure out, and you happen to be one of them." The Taoist surnamed Ge said sincerely.

"I came here just to see you. Now that my purpose has been achieved, it's time for me to leave."

The Taoist named Ge put away the fortune stick box, stood up and folded the yellow cloth on the table neatly. Then he waved his hand to put away the tables and chairs. Without even looking at Chen Luo who was standing in front of the stall, he waved his hand casually and was about to turn around and leave.

A hand suddenly pressed on his shoulder, stopping him from leaving.

"Wait a minute, senior!"

After finally catching the person suspected to be Ge Xian, how could Chen Luo just let him go like that?

After such a long time, his Phantom God Gu has adjusted to the same frequency as the opponent and can touch the opponent's body.

Ever since the last tribulation, he had been trying to clear up the misunderstanding with Senior Ge. Unfortunately, Ge Xian, who was eight thousand years later, did not believe him. No matter what method he used, the other party was unwilling to have anything to do with him anymore, which made him very regretful.

Now that he saw an opportunity to resolve the misunderstanding, he would naturally take the initiative to invite him.

"As monks, we should move forward courageously and never give up halfway."

Chen Luo said eloquently.

This made the Taoist surnamed Ge hesitate. He came all the way here because he noticed something unusual here, so he wanted to come and take a look. But after seeing the man in person, his spirit kept reminding him to stay away from him, which led to his subsequent decision.

But it is certainly impossible to say that I am not curious.

"this"

He was a little curious about how Chen Luo touched him.

With his current magical power, there are few people in the world of immortal cultivation who can see through it, let alone touch it.

Just the fact that I touched him was enough to make him look at me with higher regard.

"Senior, you can leave a mark on me. With this mark, you will be able to detect any changes on my side immediately. This way, you don't have to take risks, and you can figure out the problem with me. Isn't it killing two birds with one stone?"

Chen Luo's words made Taoist Ge a little excited, but for some reason, when he wanted to leave a mark, the spirit kept warning him. After thinking it over again and again, Taoist Ge still couldn't suppress his curiosity and chose to leave a mark on Chen Luo.

"Okay."

With this relationship, the two became much closer.

Chen Luo took the initiative to invite the Taoist Ge to his cave to rest. Taoist Ge, who was originally preparing to leave, changed his mind after this incident and moved into the cave with Chen Luo.

The cave on the mountain is very big.

After Mu Jianyu left, the cave house next to it became empty, so Chen Luo arranged for the Taoist named Ge to stay inside. He then broke through the two cave houses to facilitate communication between him and the Taoist named Ge.

Light rain.

The air is fresh.

Chen Luohe walked into the small courtyard, which was moved out of the cave gourd by Chen Luo. There were many similar buildings in the cave gourd. Chen Luo, who was used to wandering outside, had everything prepared.

The Taoist named Ge sat on a large rock in the yard, surrounded by talisman papers and spiritual materials.

He practices the art of Taoism.

There are very few such cultivators, most of whom can only cultivate to the Jindan stage, and those who reach the Yuanying stage are rare. Because the Taoist cultivators like to deduce the mysteries of heaven, almost every one of these magical powers is linked to lifespan. The more complicated the deduction, the more people involved, the more exaggerated the consumption of lifespan.

All the Tianji monks that Chen Luo found in his external brain died due to exhaustion of their lifespans.

I will keep counting till I die.

Chen Luo couldn't be sure that the Taoist surnamed Ge was Ge Xian, but judging from his reaction, even if he was not Ge Xian, he was definitely closely related to Ge Xian. The Ge Xian of later generations practiced the "fate method" and participated in the ghost way. What kind of practice required him to abandon his human body and become a ghost immortal?

Longevity!

Only this makes sense.

"What have you calculated, Senior?"

Chen Luo called upon the brain of the Tianji monk in his body, and he could understand some of the content appropriately. But these brains were obviously not as good as Ge Xian. Some complex "Tianji Runes" could not be understood, and no matter how many mediocre people gathered, they would not be able to understand them.

"In the southeast, an evil star shines in the sky, and a great disaster is about to appear in the world."

The Taoist named Ge put the talisman paper aside and said calmly.

There must have been a huge change in time and space eight thousand years ago, otherwise the later generations would not have transformed into the corpse immortal way. (End of this chapter)