The gray-clothed fortune teller's smile froze. The young Taoist had actually used the art of transformation to change his appearance, and had the fox clan's unique means to conceal his aura. With his eyes closed, the Taoist's bright and clear aura had been concealed and transformed into a handsome temperament. However, these means were completely useless in front of him!

Because his spirit is so clear.

The ability of inference is so strong that it can directly override all other means just by relying on instinct.

You can tell the origin of this thing at a glance.

Extremely clear.

But at this time, the only thing left in the fortune teller's memory was "a troublesome little Taoist priest."

"A big one happened in Zhongzhou!"

"If you get close to him, the beast will become unfortunate!"

"Leave."

If you unlock another layer of memory seal, you will get the following memory information:

"This brat is from the exorcism house."

"I chopped off Donghua's killer with my own hands."

And that sentence - "If you get close to him, the beast will become extremely unfortunate!!!"

“It can cause many symptoms such as lumbar disc herniation and severe knee pain!”

So the fortune teller in gray would stop at this step and would not think any further. He would just feel his scalp tingling and would just want to turn around and run away to avoid being involved with the killer from the Exorcism House. At this time, the monk next to him seemed to recognize the young Taoist in front of him.

Slightly surprised.

Qi Wuhuo closed his eyes.

At this moment, his soul fell into the Qi Cauldron. His own Qi was extremely restrained, and he was in a state that was most difficult to tell. However, his soul was clear and sharp enough to recognize his old friend, so today he just played a tune on the piano and asked Xiao Pengcao to help pass a message to the two of them.

So the monk who was dragged in earlier was now happy to go there.

The man in gray, who had been very interested in Qinyin Pavilion before, was now dejected.

He stayed in that place for too long.

The old bald guy is finally out of action and we can’t take care of him for the time being.

Only then did he come out to "see the world".

When the music ended, the young man left with the zither on his back, heading for a quiet place, and the monk stood up and followed him.

The man in gray turned around, slowed down his pace and walked quietly.

Until a broad hand pressed on his shoulder, the fortune teller froze, turned around, and saw the monk looking at him calmly, saying, "Where are you going?"

The fortune teller's mouth twitched.

The big monk picked her up with one hand and carried her along. Then he turned around and saluted the little Pengcao who was finally willing to change into clean clothes with one hand, saying in a gentle voice, "Thank you for your help, little friend."

When the two of them arrived at the quiet room, the young man was already there.

When they meet again, it is natural to exchange pleasantries.

Mr. Gray was extremely upset and dejected.

He came out to see the world.

He was extremely curious about the Qinyin Pavilion, which has a 6,000-year tradition in the demon clan's territory and is said to have gathered many peerless beauties from all the demon clan spirits. Here, there are all kinds of ethnicities and any aesthetics can be satisfied, of course only through music. This is a place for listening to music and drinking. There are immortals behind the Qinyin Pavilion.

It is one of the most top-notch forces.

When the three flowers gather at the top of the head, one can take one step further and directly open up the realm of the demon kingdom.

Generally speaking, no one would dare to do anything wrong here.

But his spirit reminded him that this place was not so safe—

I originally thought there would be a fight.

Everyone knows that after the fall of the Great Sage of the Demon and Tiger Tribes, a new Demon King was born. But at this juncture, an old demon with ten thousand years of practice is about to advance to a Great Sage. For such a thing, he did it quietly, but sent out invitations widely, inviting heroes everywhere, which was extremely arrogant.

This kind of situation has attracted so many forces to the vicinity of a city, and there are bound to be collisions and conflicts.

It is true that Qinyin Pavilion is a top force.

Those who can be invited to participate in the Great Saint’s rituals are all top forces.

He is used to bullying others everywhere, so it would be strange if nothing happened.

That's why the Mr. Gray dragged the monk along, to watch the beauty playing the piano while watching the guys fighting, and at the same time do something like fanning the flames, which the old bald donkey didn't allow him to do. As the most sensitive being in the world, if he wanted to fan the flames, no one in heaven or on earth could compare to him.

Monks are a guarantee of safety.

But who knew, who knew, the crisis that the spirit pointed out was not a fight or a confrontation, but this brat!!!

God have mercy on me, why do I always bump into this little calf's nose? ! !

Mr. Gray was upset and gnashed his teeth.

But before I knew it, my original catchphrase, "stinky bull nose", had turned into "little bull nose".

The young Taoist also noticed that the monk in front of him was not in a good condition.

In the past, when I was with this great monk, I only felt peace and relaxation.

At this moment, one could feel a deep and powerful Qi surging in the body of this great monk.

It seems like it is suppressing something.

The young Taoist pondered for a moment, then asked calmly:

"Master, have you... encountered a demonic obstacle?"

The monk's eyes were calm, his hands clasped together, and he replied, "It's a demonic obstacle."

"You're asking for trouble with farting, aren't you?!"

The grey-robed gentleman rolled his eyes and cursed, "He was the one who killed the leader of the demons in the city during the Zhongzhou robbery, and then absorbed their backup, that evil and foul aura, into his own body. Really, isn't he afraid of falling into the evil path and becoming a demon Buddha?"

The monk said gently, "I am afraid."

The fortune teller said unhappily, "So you ran to this remote place in Jinzhou, and to the destroyed temple in Jinzhou."

"Copying Buddhist scriptures while waiting for himself to pass away after he could no longer suppress his evil thoughts?"

"He's just a lunatic."

The fortune teller chattered on and on.

He gritted his teeth. If it weren't for this matter, he wouldn't have come to Jinzhou, and wouldn't have come to the Demon Country at this time.

If I hadn't come to the Demon Kingdom at this time, I wouldn't have come to Qinyin Pavilion at this time, and I wouldn't have met this young Taoist priest.

Although this monk is quiet, he has a very solid foundation and extraordinary strength. He has traveled all over the mortal world and has two great aspirations. His strength is close to that of a bodhisattva. With this monk around, he can get through the mortal world smoothly. Even a great sage can protect his life without a head-on confrontation. Unfortunately, he chose to contain the filthy and evil power of Zhongzhou in himself.

This great monk has already cultivated the [Infallible Golden Body].

Use itself as a temple to suppress thousands of evil spirits.

However, this also caused him to be infected by evil thoughts and demons, and he fell into the devil's barrier.

With his strength, it would be easy for him to kill the evil spirit.

But the core is in the center of Zhongzhou City.

Such an attack would inevitably result in huge casualties.

But that was something the monk would never do.

Without compassion and Vajra thought, it is impossible to cultivate the Buddhist realm of [Yin and Yang are not ignorant], [Wisdom without use, transforming consciousness into wisdom], and if one has compassion and Bodhi thought, one will definitely make the same choice as this monk. Therefore, this is not worth mentioning for a ruthless cultivator or a left-wing cultivator, but it is a catastrophe for a Buddhist cultivator.

The young Taoist realized it and said, "The realm of earthly immortals, the eight difficulties and obstacles."

The monk was surprised, but he just put his hands together and replied gently: "In my Buddhist sect, it is called observing the palm lines, which can eliminate three thousand troubles."

"If one has completely eliminated all defilements, he is an Arhat."

So the fortune teller cursed loudly, saying, "You have already attained the status of an Arhat, and you have two great aspirations. Your strength is comparable to that of an ordinary Bodhisattva, but because of this incident you have fallen into evil thoughts. You are simply crazy!"

The monk looked at the young man, his face was a little thin, but his eyes were still peaceful. He said gently: "This is how you practice."

"The realm of earthly immortals, the Arhat fruit, one has eight difficulties, and the other has three thousand troubles."

"But it doesn't mean that you won't be held back again after overcoming the eight difficulties."

"Fellow Daoist Qi, do you know the word 'cultivation'?"

The young Taoist looked at the cups on the table, pointed to the empty cup placed on top of the cups, and said, "This is not cultivation."

He picked up the teapot, gently poured the tea into the cup, and said gently: "This is cultivation."

Then he took the teacup and calmly raised it, saying:

“This is cultivation.”

The monk praised him, "If you practice and persist, your Daoist heart never seems to have any doubts."

The young Taoist put down his teacup and answered gently:

"The human heart is dangerous, the heart of Tao is subtle, only by being precise and focused can one hold the middle ground."

“It’s for cultivation.”

The big monk smiled and said, "If that's the case, Brother Qi, you just haven't reached a high enough level of cultivation. With this level of cultivation, you are already an immortal who has achieved the state of having three flowers gathered at the top of his head."

The man in gray rolled his eyes, thinking it was boring, he was a kind of innate creature, and the most talented one at that, he had the three flowers gathered at the top of his head when he was born, after he became an adult, after thousands of years of going through, just by sleeping and eating, he naturally entered the so-called earthly immortal level, he could be a demon king, could be an arhat, but this was only a [physical merit].

In Taoism, he is called a "powerful person".

Not a strong person.

Not a person with Tao.

His cultivation level is not very high.

He is also a man who studies the art of divination, and is not a warrior. Although he has some skills, he is not good at fighting.

He had no interest in the so-called practice of these two guys. He turned around and looked at the well-behaved little tumbleweed. He was just taking a casual glance at it. The guy was stunned and then his eyes widened, which scared the well-behaved little guy. Then he still looked well-behaved, with his eyes on his nose and his nose on his heart.

Keeping a well-behaved appearance, he slowly moved behind the young Taoist priest.

Hiding himself silently.

The young Taoist noticed the fortune teller's gaze, stretched out his hand slightly, covered the small puff grass behind his sleeves, looked at the fortune teller, and smiled, "Sir, do you know the small puff grass?"

The gray-clothed gentleman asked with great interest, "Is he called Little Pengcao?"

"How should I put it... I don't know what to say, is it that you are lucky or this little guy is lucky."

"I calculated that she is blessed."

"I met you and seized the only chance to survive. Hmm, strange, why does it seem to be related to your piano?"

"Boy, do you have a guqin?"

"It seems that this zither brought you together by chance. Otherwise, it wouldn't be so easy. The status of this zither is probably very high. You can't use its basic ability at all now, right?"

The young Taoist was surprised, but the fortune teller didn't care about that. He was just surprised and said with a smile, "He is a born being with natural magical powers and strength. He is far superior to ordinary people in practicing breathing. He also has many strange magical powers that cannot be learned later. He just failed to experience the calamity. After all, his Taoism is not good enough."

"The creatures born after birth have to go through tribulations step by step, and practice hard and persevere."

"It is easy to cultivate Taoism, but it is difficult to acquire supernatural powers and cultivate the body."

"And she has the best of both worlds. No matter her skills or her cultivation, she will be a peerless genius."

Xiao Pengcao's face turned pale and he glared at the fortune teller.

Then he looked at the young Taoist with fear in his eyes.

The young Taoist said softly, "Don't worry, you belong to yourself. I won't chase you away, nor will I sell you." His palms were warm, and the little puff grass felt relieved. The fortune teller sneered and said, "It's unknown how a creature like this will appear. She must be extremely talented. You'd better not teach her to practice."

"Because once she practices, her physique will gradually be awakened, and there will be changes of nature."

"A strong person who can sense the secrets of heaven will come and either accept me as a disciple or kill me."

"Unless you use the Northern Emperor's Zhou Tian Xing Chen formation to conceal your form, or the Buddhist seventy-two-layer Lotus Taizang Realm Mandala formation to seal your aura, it will definitely be noticed, especially in this broken place. Tsk tsk tsk tsk, there are too many people, you can't protect them. By the way, Master, have you practiced all the Buddhist teachings in the world?"

“Haha, that’s amazing.”

The fortune teller has always had a vicious tongue and his words are not pleasant to the ears.

The young Taoist looked thoughtfully at the monk, who nodded gently and said, "If you need it, Fellow Daoist Qi."

"I can teach you a formation."

The young Taoist bowed and said, "Thank you very much."

The fortune teller rolled his eyes and said lazily, "I didn't teach you that. I have nothing to offer you even if you thank me."

"But, little pampas grass..."

"The body is like a dandelion, and life follows the waves. It falls when it hits the soil, and stops when it hits the stone."

The fortune teller sighed, and looked at the child with a rare gentle expression, and said softly: "You should not be called this name. Your bloodline and your background should be from the Feng family. Although the weeds are small, as long as there is wind, the whole world, as long as the wind blows, is your world and hometown."

"Your last name should be Feng..."

"The wind of Fenglixi."

The little guy looked cute and well-behaved, but deep down he was wary and suspicious and didn't listen at all.

The fortune teller laughed, a little complicated.

He had some idea of ​​why he came here. His spiritual acuity was stronger than his accumulated wisdom and knowledge, and stronger than his intellect. Perhaps it was because he hoped to see this child. Looking at her, he always thought of the scenes of the demise and death of those familiar innate creatures in the distant past.

Never mind, never mind. It’s a good thing to see that the blood relationship with an old friend has not been cut off.

Seeing how frightened this kid was, it wasn't a big deal.

It seems that he has obtained an extraordinary piano. No wonder he has made such a big name for himself by playing the piano here.

But before that, his piano skills were just mediocre, at most considered good among the skills acquired by the human race over the past hundred years.

How come there was such a big improvement all of a sudden?!

The fortune teller was puzzled, watching the little guy staring at him warily, while Qi Wuhuo and the monk were discussing formations. No one paid any attention to him for a while, so he became bored. Thinking of this, and how he had excitedly come in before, and how his heart almost stopped when he saw the young man playing the piano, he couldn't help but get angrier and angrier he got.

He slapped the table with his hands and said to himself:

"Who is this guy with nothing better to do than to teach him how to play the piano?!!"

"Damn it."

"You scared me so much that I almost had heart problems."

"Count it, count it."

The spirit screams.

The fortune teller sneered, full of confidence, and said to himself, I am neither his master nor his business of the Arctic Exorcism Institute. Even if I am, I am just some idle guy teaching him to play the piano.

It’s okay, it’s very stable!

A steady hand.

I count!!!

Damn it, don't let me know that it's that guy who's so idle...

The most powerful spirit in the six realms completed the highest level of divination in an instant, and then the smile on the fortune teller's confident face froze.

Big drops of cold sweat flowed from his forehead.

"Um……"

"Um?!!!"