I am immortal.

Chapter 243 Fortune Teller: I'll Count, I'll Count Again!
The grey-clothed fortune-teller's smile froze. The young Taoist had actually used the art of transformation to change his appearance, and he also had the Fox clan's unique method to cover up his breath. With his eyes closed, the bright and clear aura of the Daoist sect had been concealed. He has a handsome temperament, but these methods are useless in front of him!

Because his spirit is too clear.

The power of deduction is so strong that it can directly override all means by relying on instinct alone.

This thing can tell the heels at a glance.

Very clear.

It's just that at this time, the fortune teller's memory only stays with "I'm a troublesome little Taoist priest".

'It's a big one in Zhongzhou! '

'Stay close to him, and the beast will become unlucky! '

'leave. '

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

'This brat is from the Exorcism Academy. '

'Chopped up Donghua's embryonic child with his own hands. '

And that sentence—'near him, the beast will become extremely unhappy! ! ! '

'It will lead to many diseases such as lumbar protrusion and severe knee pain! '

Therefore, the character of the gray-clothed fortune-teller will stop at this step, and will not continue to think. At this moment, he just feels his scalp tingling, and he just wants to turn around and run away, so as not to get involved with the killer of the exorcism courtyard. At this time, the monk next to him seemed to recognize the young Taoist in front of him.

Slightly surprised.

Qi Wuhu closed his eyes.

At this moment, his primordial spirit has fallen into the qi tripod, his own qi is extremely restrained, and he is in the state where it is most difficult to see the state, but the primordial spirit is clear enough and keen enough to recognize the old man, so today it is only after playing the piano, let Xiao Pengcao went to help and delivered a message to the two.

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

Mr. Huiyi, who was very interested in Qinyin Pavilion before, was downcast.

He's been in that place for far too long.

After all, the old bald man has stopped cooking now, so he can't control him for a while.

Only then did I come out to 'see the world'.

At the end of a qin sound, the young man left with his qin on his back and went to a quiet place, while the monk got up and followed him.

Mr. Gray turned around, slowed down and walked quietly.

Until a broad palm was pressed on his shoulder, the fortune teller froze, turned around, saw the monk looking at him peacefully, and said, "Where are you going?"

The fortune teller's mouth twitched.

He was picked up by the great monk with one hand, and then he turned around and gave a one-handed salute to Xiao Pengcao, who was finally willing to change into clean clothes, with a gentle voice: "Thank you, little friend."

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

When they met again, it was natural that they would exchange pleasantries.

Mr. Gray was extremely annoyed and dejected.

He came out to see the world.

It is extremely curious about the Qinyin Pavilion, which has a tradition of 6000 years in the realm of the monster clan and claims to have gathered many peerless beauties from all the spirits of the monster clan. Here, there are all kinds of ethnicities, and any aesthetics can be obtained. Satisfaction, of course, can only rely on the music, this is a place to listen to the music and drink, and there is a [immortal] behind the Qinyin Pavilion.

It belongs to the most top power.

Three flowers gather at the top, and if you go one step further, you can directly open up the realm of the demon country.

Under normal circumstances, no one would dare to act blindly here.

But his spirit hints that this place is not so safe——

I thought it would be a fight.

Everyone knows that after the fall of the Great Sage of the Monster Clan and the Tiger Clan, another Demon King was born, and at this juncture, there is another old demon who has practiced for thousands of years and wants to advance to become a Great Saint. Come here, post widely, invite all heroes, and be extremely arrogant.

Such a situation has attracted so many forces near a city, and there must be collisions and conflicts.

It is true that Qinyin Pavilion is a top power.

Those who can be invited to participate in the rituals of the Great Sage are all top forces.

I am used to domineering everywhere, so it is strange that nothing happens.

That's why Mr. Huiyi brought the monk along, watched the beauty play the piano, and watched those guys fight, and by the way, he did things that the old bald donkey forbade him to do, as the most sensitive soul in the world Existence, if he wants to fight, no one in the world can compare to him.

The monk is a guarantee of safety.

But who knows, who knows, the crisis prompted by the spirituality is not fighting and confrontation at all, but this brat! ! !

For God's mercy, why do you keep bumping into this little bull's nose? ! !
Mr. Huiyi gritted his teeth annoyed in his heart.

Unknowingly, it changed from the stinky bull nose of the original mantra to a little bull nose.

The young Taoist also saw that the state of the monk in front of him was not right.

In the past, when I got along with this great monk, I only felt peaceful and slow.

At this moment, one can feel a kind of deep and majestic qi surging in the body of this great monk.

It seems to be suppressing something.

The young Taoist pondered for a moment and asked calmly:
"Did Master...encounter a demonic obstacle?"

With peaceful eyes, the monk folded his palms together and replied, "It's a demonic obstacle."

"The farting barrier, didn't you find it yourself?!"

Mr. Huiyi rolled his eyes and said cursingly: "It was he who killed the leader of the demons in the city during the Zhongzhou robbery, and sucked their backhands, that evil spirit into his body, really, I'm not afraid Fall into the evil way by yourself, and then turn into a demon Buddha?"

The great monk said gently: "The poor monk is afraid."

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

"While copying Buddhist scriptures, wait for yourself to pass away voluntarily after you can't suppress your demonic thoughts?"

"Simply a madman."

The fortune teller babbled.

He gritted his teeth, if it wasn't for this matter, he would not have come to Jinzhou, and he would not have come to Yao Country at this time.

If you hadn't come to Yao Country at this time, you wouldn't have come to Qinyin Pavilion at this time, and you wouldn't have met this young Taoist.

Although this monk is silent, but his foundation is extremely thick, his strength is extraordinary, he has traversed the mortal world, and he has two great ambitions. His strength is close to that of a Bodhisattva. With this monk, the world will pass through the world. A face-to-face confrontation can also protect one's life—unfortunately, he chose to accommodate the filthy and evil power of Zhongzhou in himself.

This great monk has already cultivated the 【Golden Body Without Leaks】.

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

But because of this, he was infected by demonic thoughts and evil spirits, and forcibly fell into a demonic barrier.

Originally, with its strength, it was easy to kill the evil spirit forcefully.

It's just that the core is in the center of Zhongzhou Fucheng.

Such a shot will inevitably bring huge casualties.

But it was absolutely impossible for the monk to do.

Without compassion and vajra thoughts, it is impossible to practice the Buddhist realm of [yin and yang are not ignorant] [wisdom is not used, and knowledge becomes wisdom]. The same choice, so this is not worth mentioning for a ruthless cultivator and heretic cultivator, but it is a catastrophe for a Buddhist cultivator.

The young Taoist was enlightened, and said: "The realm of the earth and immortals, the eight difficulties and demonic obstacles."

The monk was surprised, but he just clasped his hands together, and replied gently: "In my Buddhist school, it is known as the palm print, which can cut off three thousand troubles."

"If you cut off your troubles, you are an Arhat."

So the fortune-teller cursed and said: "You have already attained Arhat status, and you have two great wishes, and your strength is comparable to that of ordinary Bodhisattvas, 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, his eyes were still peaceful, and he said gently: "That's how it is in practice."

"Earth Immortal Realm, Arhat Fruit, one has eight difficulties, and the other has three thousand troubles."

"But it's not that if you break the eight difficulties, you won't be led again."

"Fellow Daoist Qi, do you know the word [practice]?"

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

He lifted the teapot, poured the tea into the cup lightly, and said gently, "This is practice."

Then he held the teacup, calmly picked it up, and said:

"This is practice."

The monk praised: "The mind of a Taoist friend who cultivates and maintains seems to have never had any doubts."

The young Taoist put down the teacup and replied gently:
"The human heart is only in danger, the Tao's heart is only subtle, only the essence is only one, and it is allowed to be in the middle."

"It's for practice."

The great monk smiled and said: "If that's the case, fellow Daoist Qi, you just don't have enough physical strength. If you have such a bottom line, your Taoism is actually a fairy with three flowers gathered on the top."

Mr. Huiyi rolled his eyes and found it boring. He is a kind of inborn being, and he is the most talented one. He was born with three flowers on his head. After he became an adult, after a thousand years, he naturally entered the so-called At the level of the earth immortal, it can be a demon king, or an arhat, but this is just a [kung fu body].

Among the Daomen, it is "the powerful one".

non strong.

Those who are not righteous.

Daoxing is not high.

It is also a study of divination and calculation, not a combat job. Although he has a state, he is not good at fighting.

For the so-called practice of these two guys, they are not interested in practice. They turned around and looked at the well-behaved little Pengcao. They just glanced casually at first, but this guy was stunned immediately, and then his eyes widened. On the contrary, the well-behaved little guy was taken aback, and then he still kept his eyes on his nose and his nose on his heart.

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

He quietly hid himself.

The young Taoist sensed the fortune-teller's gaze, stretched out his hand slightly, covered Xiao Pengcao behind his sleeve robe, looked at him with a smile and said, "Do you know Xiao Pengcao, sir?"

Mr. Huiyi asked with great interest, "It's called Xiao Pengcao?"

"How should I put it... I don't know what to say, it's your kid's good fortune, or this little guy's good fortune."

"I figured it out, it's her luck."

"Meeting you, grasping the only chance of life, um, strange, why does it seem to have something to do with your Qin?"

"Boy, do you have a guqin?"

"It seems that this zither made you meet by chance. Otherwise, it would not be so easy. The personality of this zither is probably very high. You can't use its fundamental ability at all now, can you?"

The young Taoist was surprised, and the fortune-teller didn't care about this, but he was very surprised, and said with a smile: "Innate beings, born with supernatural powers and powerful, are far beyond ordinary in terms of cultivation and breathing, and there are many strange changes in supernatural powers. Those who can't learn from the day after tomorrow, just haven't been able to survive the calamity, after all, the way is not enough."

"Acquired souls go through calamities every step of the way, and practice hard and last forever."

"Taoism is easy to grow, but supernatural powers are hard to come by, and skills are difficult to cultivate."

"As for her, with the strengths of both parties, she will be a peerless genius no matter in terms of skill or Taoism."

Xiao Pengcao's face was a little pale, and she 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 will not drive you away, nor will I sell you." His palm was warm, and Xiao Pengcao felt relieved, while the fortune-teller sneered and said : "I don't know how such a creature will appear. It has to be born to the extreme. You'd better not teach her to practice."

"Because once she cultivates, her physique will be gradually opened up, and there will be a natural change."

"There will be a strong man who senses the secret, or accept disciples, or kill them."

"Unless you use the formation of the Northern Emperor Zhou Tianxing to conceal the form, or the Buddhist 72-story lotus embryo Tibet mandala formation to seal the breath, otherwise you will definitely be noticed, especially in this broken place, tsk tsk tsk, People are too complicated, you kid can't protect you, and speaking of it, great monk, have you practiced all the Buddhist teachings in the world?"

"Haha, that's amazing."

The fortune-teller's mouth has always been very poisonous, and his words are not pleasant.

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

"I can teach you a formation."

The young Taoist cupped his hands and said, "Thank you very much."

The fortune teller rolled his eyes, and lazily said: "I didn't teach you, even if you thank me, I won't do you any good."

"However, Xiao Pengcao..."

"The body is like a canopy of grass, and life flows with the waves. It falls when it hits soil, and stops when it hits rocks."

The fortune teller sighed, looked at the child with a rare gentle expression, and said softly: "You shouldn't be called that name, your bloodline, your background, should be [Feng's], although Pengcao is small, but if there is wind , this whole world, wherever the wind blows, is your world and hometown."

"Your surname should be Feng..."

"Feng Lixi's wind."

The little guy has a cute and cute face, but he is vigilant and suspicious in his bones, and doesn't listen at all.

The fortune teller laughed, a little complicated.

He somewhat knows why he came here. His spiritual acumen is stronger than the self he has gradually cultivated through the accumulation of wisdom and cognition, and is stronger than his intelligence. Maybe he wants to see this child, look at her , he always thought of those familiar images of innate beings perishing and dying years ago.

That's all, that's all, it's a good thing to see that the blood of the old man has not been cut off.

Seeing this kid's fright was nothing.

It seems that he got a great piano, no wonder he played the piano here and made a big name for himself.

It's just that his piano skills were only ordinary before, at most it was considered good among the centuries-old skills of the human race.

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

The fortune teller was very puzzled, seeing the little guy staring at him vigilantly, while Qi Wuhuo was talking about formations with the monks, and no one paid attention to him for a while, so he was bored, thinking of this, thinking of coming in excitedly before, seeing that The boy's heart almost stopped beating when he played the piano, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and the more angry he became, the more unhappy he became.

He slapped the table with his palm and murmured to himself:
"Which guy who is full and has nothing to do is teaching him to play the piano?!"

"Grandma's."

"I was so shocked that I was about to have a heart problem."

"Do the math, do the math."

The spirit screamed.

The fortune teller sneered, full of self-confidence, and said to himself, I don't count him as a teacher, and I don't count as his work in the North Pole Exorcism Institute, and I count it as some idle guy teaching him to play the piano.

It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s very stable!

Hold on tight.

I count! ! !

Damn, don't let me know that it's such an idle asshole...

The strongest spirit in the Six Realms completed the divination to the highest level 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?!!!"

(End of this chapter)