Fang Shan: "When answering just now, the host avoided looking at me for a second."
Wei Sushen said calmly: "Really?"
Fang Shan nodded: "In most cases, rhetorical questions mean that a person is trying to make up a lie."
“…”
No matter how we tried to find out what he was hiding, we couldn't find out, so the matter was left unresolved for the time being.
Fang Shan continued to read quickly. Wei Sushen relaxed his shoulders slightly after making sure the system was no longer paying attention to him.
Several hours passed, and nothing was found.
Xie Lan put down a book and rubbed his brow to relieve the fatigue in his eyes. "Searching like this is like looking for a needle in a haystack." After thinking for a moment, he leaned closer to Bai Yiqing and said, "Why don't you tell me another fortune?"
He was met with an icy stare in response.
At this time, Fang Shan spoke up: "A divination calculation is against the will of heaven to a certain extent. Continuous calculations in a short period of time can easily lead to accidents."
Xie Lan recalled that when Bai Yiqing figured out the emotional calamity, he almost destroyed the sword body, and instantly he dared not come up with any bad ideas again.
"It's quite difficult to search blindly," Bai Yiqing stopped what he was doing, looked at the bookshelf and fell into a brief contemplation.
Seeing that they were at their wits' end, the monk reminded them, "You must not ask outsiders for help."
At the same time, Xie Lan quickly stated that he would not break the rules of the Sutra Library.
Fang Shan glanced at Bai Yiqing out of the corner of his eye: "Do you know how to clone yourself?"
The latter said coldly: "I am a sword cultivator."
Fang Shan sighed: "Looks like I'm the only one left."
A flash of light passed, and the living man turned into a rooster.
It is not surprising to be able to transform in the world of cultivation. What is strange is that this big rooster is laying eggs seriously.
Soon, dozens of fresh eggs were lined up in a row. Fang Shan crushed one with his claws, and a tender yellow chick emerged from the broken eggshell.
The pupils of the monk closest to him twitched suddenly, as if he couldn't believe what he saw.
Among the few people, Wei Sushen suffered the greatest psychological shock. At the moment the chick broke out of the shell, he thought of the first time the system transformed into a rooster and asked him to use eggs to make scrambled eggs with tomatoes.
Xie Lan: "Alive, alive?"
Although Bai Yiqing didn't say anything, his expression was cold but also contained something indescribable that had never appeared before.
The rooster coughed softly, sounding like a crow. "It's just a spell, an attacking version of the Three Pure Ones. Don't overthink it."
Xie Lan's face turned grim. If the Taoists heard what he said, they would definitely rush up and fight him to the death.
Fang Shan just thought they were making a fuss and calmly directed the chicks to get to work.
For a moment, every corner of the bookshelf was occupied by the chicken army.
After witnessing this miraculous and outrageous scene, the others had no interest in continuing to flip through the pages and just stared at it.
After working for a period of time, some chicks begin to lose their strength and eventually turn into nothingness.
Seeing this, everyone felt somewhat relieved. At least it proved that these were not real chicks, but probably the embodiment of spiritual power.
The monk kept chanting "Amitabha Buddha" and said, "This little monk is possessed by a demon. How can an ordinary newborn chicken learn to read? There must be something else going on."
Having said that, it still leaves a considerable visual impact.
The Chicken Legion's work efficiency was incredibly high, and half of the books in the area were quickly read.
Fang Shan had not originally planned to use this trick, fearing that it would cause panic. Now he felt a little regretful. If he had known this would happen, he should not have been so bound by other people's opinions from the beginning.
One of the fattest little yellow chickens leaped from a height into the system's arms, shook its feathers, and opened and closed its small, pointed red beak. The rooster nodded, and all the working chicks jumped down, merging into his body and disappearing.
When Fang Shan returned in human form, everyone except Wei Sushen looked at him with a somewhat different look.
Xie Lan asked cautiously, "You're not a rooster monster that has cultivated to enlightenment in the deep mountains and forests."
Fang Shan smiled horrifiedly: "If that were the case, I should have eaten you like chicken feed long ago."
Xie Lan also knew that her guess was unreliable, so she covered up her embarrassment with a smile.
The monk was frightened for no reason and managed to maintain his composure: "Do you have the answer, benefactor?"
Fang Shan nodded and did not stay any longer as he wished.
The moment the Sutra Library was locked, Fang Shan clearly heard the monk breathe a sigh of relief.
After he walked away, Fang Shan shook his head: "Young people nowadays are too weak to withstand blows."
Wei Sushen said calmly: "The responsibility is not entirely his."
Xie Lan nodded in agreement: "Who would have thought that you alone could be a gang."
Fang Shan smiled calmly: "Really?"
Xie Lan suddenly felt a little cold.
Wei Sushen walked to the periphery silently. Others asked him in return, maybe he was making up a lie to delay time, but the system was an exception, and it was purely a grudge.
In the cold and rigid atmosphere, it was somewhat comforting that Bai Yiqing's focus was still on the purpose of this trip and asked about the gains.
Fang Shan pointed to a relatively secluded spot ahead, and after he reached it, he took out a translucent mysterious object from his storage bag: "It's alive."
Xie Lan had long been accustomed to his unwavering insistence on shocking others, and now he could calmly point out his mistakes: "It's been sitting in the storage bag for so long, it's time to die."
Fang Shan shook his head, a hint of mockery on his brows. "According to the records, this kind of monster is called Immortal, and has been pretending to be dead for half its life."
After he finished speaking, he kneaded it back and forth like kneading noodles. The hard edge of the immortal rubbed against the tender palm, but it failed to break the skin.
Xie Lan said happily: "I didn't expect the skin on your palms is as thick as your face."
At the same time, Bai Yiqing kept silent. Wei Sushen showed nothing on his face. He glanced at Xie Lan and inexplicably recited a poem in his heart: Where are the loyal bones buried in the green mountains?
Fang Shan likes to settle accounts after the event, which is the same as brewing wine. When all the old things are piled together, it will be more intense and stimulating, so at this moment he responded with a warm smile.
"The book only provides a method for awakening this monster, muah."
"What?"
Fang Shan brought the Immortal to Wei Sushen's mouth: "Come, kiss it."
Wei Sushen didn't say anything, just looked at him, his eyes dark and frightening.
Fang Shan stopped his mischief and lamented that it was harder to fool a child when he got older: "Immortality is very rare. It stays dormant for years and can be forcibly awakened by entering their dreams."
Xie Lan was the first to speak: "Sword cultivators rarely practice magic."
The implication is that he and Bai Yiqing don't have that ability.
Fang Shan spread his hands, and Wei Sushen couldn't stop coughing, so he was not even considered.
Finally, the insect took on the task and struggled to find a place to bite and suck blood.
Xie Lan: "How about you try using charm?"
This was purely a last-ditch effort. Fang Shan didn't know what he was thinking, but he really decided to give it a try.
Before he started to act, everyone turned their backs on him.
Xie Lan's voice was so low that it was almost inaudible: "Will it succeed?"
Bai Yiqing said without emotion: "It's scary when it succeeds."
After hearing this, Xie Lan took a deep breath, turned her head unexpectedly to look at Wei Sushen, and gave him a new definition: a fallen man who was bewitched by magic.
Fang Shan was inadvertently covered with the image of a scumbag, but he was completely unaware of it and was still releasing the tenth-level confusion skill on the sleeping monster.
Even with their backs to him, the smell of the wind passing by him was mixed with a hint of sweetness. The three adult men couldn't help but take a few steps forward, completely avoiding Fang Shan.
"woke up."
In every painful breath, these two simple words are enough to give people a sense of relief.
Several people turned around one after another. Fang Shan's terrifying buff had been put away, and the Immortal in his hand was like a jellyfish, swimming up and down.
Xie Lan stared at the monster, which was no bigger than half a palm. "What's the use of it?"
"prophecy."
After Fang Shan spoke, the air was quiet for a few seconds.
Xie Lan's smile began to fade: "Is there some misunderstanding?"
If such a capability really existed, the entire continent would have been scrambling for it.
Fang Shan: "Firstly, Immortality only exists in legends. Even if it stood before you, you might not recognize it. Secondly, it is extremely sleepy and won't wake up even in life-threatening situations."
Bai Yiqing picked up the Immortal with two fingers. The latter struggled symbolically for a few times, and his movements gradually slowed down. It seemed that he was about to fall into deep sleep again.
Fang Shan: "Dripping blood, blood from my heart."
After saying that, he quickly gave each person one of the remaining ones.
After absorbing the blood, the translucent surface in Fang Shan's hand first turned light pink, and a line of words gradually emerged on the mirror-like surface: Reality is illusion.
Fang Shan and Wei Sushen exchanged a glance and said calmly, "There are so many things that can be predicted. Even the weather forecast can be considered a prediction."
It implies that he couldn't figure out what these words meant.
After the font disappeared, Bumie fell into a deep sleep, and every time he predicted it, he would sleep for ten thousand years.
The strange thing is that, except for the system, the results of the other people have not yet appeared.
Fang Shan: "Excellent people are indeed the most favored."
Wei Sushen: "Maybe it's because your results are the most superficial."
“…”
The second prophecy belonging to Xie Lan appeared. In the picture was a woman whose face could not be seen clearly. Judging from her outline alone, she was an absolute beauty.
Fang Shan exclaimed, and Xie Lan's face immediately turned red.
Half an incense stick of time passed, and Bumie didn't fall asleep, but the people waiting were all sleepy. There was still no movement from Bai Yiqing and Wei Sushen.
Fang Shan couldn't help but move closer to Wei Sushen and said with a smile, "You two can be considered brothers in distress."
Before he could finish his words, the Immortal Sword in Wei Sushen's hand suddenly flattened into a pancake shape and flew towards his face.
Fang Shan smiled and caught himself in mid-air, looking at his reflected face and feeling sorry for himself: "I am indeed the most beautiful person in the world."
Wei Sushen looked at him, and suddenly a hint of enlightenment flashed in his eyes. He didn't know whether to be relieved or helpless.
Bai Yiqing was the only one who didn't react.
Fang Shan stretched out a finger and poked Bumie, but there was no movement.
broken?
Bai Yiqing didn't believe in fate, and after his patience was exhausted, he had no intention of waiting any longer.
The moment he was about to give up, Immortal finally showed some movement. It had absorbed seven or eight drops of his heart's blood, and its entire body was frighteningly red. As it trembled, a line of small words began to appear -
I have become the person I once hated the most.
The inexplicable words made everyone look at each other in confusion.
Only Fang Shan's gaze seemed to wander unintentionally between Wei Sushen and Bai Yiqing, and an idea vaguely emerged in his mind.
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