Grasping Evil

Divine travel is a kind of great supernatural power. The secret lies in stretching the divine sense to infinity, and it can be extended to infinity.

Once, Ning Fan, who had just stepped into the path of cultivation, used this magical power by mistake. At that time, his spiritual sense was clearly still very weak, but because it was stretched to the extreme, it directly extended out of the rain world and extended to the northern sky.

This is also a supernatural ability with a very high risk factor. Back then, Ning Fan almost lost his life because he couldn't recover his spiritual sense. Fortunately, because of the rescue of Immortal Emperor Meng Xuanzi, he was spared death.

But today, there is another mysterious old monster who wants to guide him to travel thousands of miles, which is really interesting...

Outside the gate of Nanyao Temple, Ning Fan looked up at the sky, the sky was clearly empty except for the slight drizzle, but he seemed to be seriously looking at something, counting something, and gradually became solemn.

"One floor, two floors, three floors..."

"Tenth floor... Twenty floor..."

"Two hundred floors..."

"Four hundred floors..."

"One thousand one hundred and forty-nine floors..."

Some passers-by, curious about Ning Fan's behavior, stopped and followed Ning Fan to look at the sky, but could not see anything from the sky, asked Ning Fan without answering, and finally had to leave with doubts.

In my heart, this man who counted against the sky is really a weirdo. Naturally, because of Ning Fan's attire, these slanders were not dared to speak out.

After an unknown amount of time, Ning Fan withdrew his gaze and slowly closed his eyes. The invisible power of divine sense began to surround him.

If anyone can see these invisible spiritual thoughts, they will be surprised to find that some runes are slowly being generated on the surface of Ning Fan's spiritual thoughts at this moment. Those runes are colorless and formless, and only those with deep eyes can see the way of wood flowing on the runes. These runes of wood were condensed by Ning Fan with the power of the Dao of Wood. The process of condensing was extremely jerky, difficult, and not proficient.

As time passed, Ning Fan condensed more and more runes on the surface of the divine sense. Those runes gathered together and turned into a thin layer of cocoon on the surface of the power of the divine sense.

During that thin cocoon's life, the power of Ning Fan's spiritual sense had obviously improved in a certain way, but unfortunately, before Ning Fan could understand it, the thin cocoon seemed to be the wrong way, and it cracked open with a click.

Nearly an hour of hard work was in vain.

Ning Fan frowned.

But then he let go with a wry smile, and clasped his fists in the direction of the temple,

"Senior has the heart to give advice, but the junior can't understand the method. I'm afraid that the senior will be disappointed."

The voice in the temple said, "Disappointed? No, the little friend really surprised the old man. You clearly don't understand the method of [Nan Jia Jue], but you can imitate it to such an extent just by looking at it. It's the only thing I see in my life."

"Senior is wrong, and junior is ashamed to be worthy of it." Ning Fan said politely, but his heart was secretly stunned, and there was speculation.

Recitation of Armor...

Is it the terrifying magical power that covers the surface of the divine sense with thin runes and doubles the tenacity of the divine sense...

There is no doubt that this mysterious old monster who led him here knows the supernatural power of traveling thousands of miles. In the empty sky, there is actually an infinitely thin thread of spiritual thoughts, all the way to Nanyao Temple. As long as Ning Fan can see the thread, even if there is no woman with an umbrella to call, he can find it all the way. of.

People who can see that thread of mind are rare, that is, Ning Fan has practiced the magic of mind reading and the technique of peeping the rain, and he has a delicate perception of mind, so he can see the thin line in the sky. The strength of Immortal Venerable and Immortal King may not necessarily be seen.

This is still the result of that mysterious old monster deliberately revealing the thought line and not hiding it. If he wanted to hide it, even Ning Fan would have no way of knowing that there was a thought line in the sky.

That's because the pedestrians passing by are not cultivated enough, and they can't see it, so they feel that Ning Fan is strange about the number of days.

They wouldn't even know that what Ning Fan counted was the number of layers of thin cocoons on the thin line of the spiritual sense, a total of 1,149 layers, the spiritual sense of this mysterious old monster... the tenacity is too terrifying!

"God wandering for thousands of miles is a great supernatural power. As the cultivation level increases, it is not that I have not tried to cultivate this supernatural power, but I have never been able to cultivate it. The initial mastery of this technique requires the cultivation of true immortals, and requires monks to cultivate spiritual sense. Only with great comprehension can you achieve the first step of wandering thousands of miles in the world—mind the spiritual sense... As for the second step, improving the tenacity of the mind, few people can do it..."

Fine-graining refers to the method of pulling the spiritual sense into filaments. It is necessary to cultivate the micro-control of the spiritual sense to a certain extent in order to achieve this step. Among the hundred true immortals, often only one or two people can do this. These people can pull the spiritual sense into one-tenth, one-twentieth-thin filaments, thereby increasing the coverage of the spiritual sense ten times or twenty times, but this is often their limit, and they cannot achieve the goal of wandering. Thousands of miles are theoretically infinitely thin and infinitely far away.

Because the finer the stretch of the divine sense, the lower the toughness and the easier it is to break. The infinitely thin thread is also infinitely brittle, and it will break when the breeze blows, and it cannot be used for surgery at all.

Improving the tenacity of spiritual sense is the biggest problem in cultivating the spiritual journey. Because of this limitation, there are many people who can achieve the first step of the magical journey, but there are few people who can really master this technique in the end of the law era. The quasi-sages like Mingzi and Musong Taoist will not know.

But the old monster in this temple can travel thousands of miles! Looking at the leopard in the tube, this old monster in the temple must not be underestimated...

Ning Fan smiled bitterly inwardly, Wu Laoba fell into this person's hands, but he didn't know how to get it back...

"You know, why did I call you?" the voice in the temple asked.

"I don't know."

"Because I smelled a tinge of chanting magic from you, but it doesn't seem to be complete. I had a karmic relationship with Immortal Emperor Taichang of Gu Tianting. This person is Emperor Zhang Nian. Although he is not good at fighting, he Divine Sense has a deep understanding. Under the saints, I have never seen anyone who can surpass this person in Divine Sense. If I hadn’t gotten benefits from him, with my aptitude, it would have been impossible for me to achieve this. What is the relationship between you and Taichang, but a descendant of Taichang's disciples?"

"Senior is disappointed. It was just a coincidence that this junior has practiced Immortal Emperor Taichang's incomplete exercises, not the descendants of his disciples." Ning Fan thought for a while and answered truthfully.

"That's a pity... If you are a descendant of his disciples, because of my promise to him, I need to help you to cultivate a true mind wandering; but if you are not, then I don't need to fulfill this promise, just give you a little help One or two, that’s enough, but it’s absolutely impossible for me to tell you the eight ways to read your mind without any reason. Let’s stop here, we should talk about your servants.” In the thread of thoughts in the sky, the voice gradually became cold.

Ning Fan and Immortal Emperor Taichang have some fate, which is the same thing.

Ning Fan's servant offended him, that's another matter!

"I don't know how my servant Wu Laoba offended the senior. Please let me know." Although Ning Fan knew that the other party was strong, he remained calm. room.

"Hmph, is that little turtle called Wu Laoba? He saw a treasure from the old man and wanted to take it away, so he made a bet with the old man. Now he lost the bet and was trapped in the old man's water tank. You want to save him, this matter It's not difficult, just make a bet with the old man as well."

"What bet?"

"I bet you won't be able to enter the Nanyao Temple alive and come to the old man, but if you can do this, then the old man has lost the bet, and you can take that little turtle! But if you lose the bet, then It's dead, but the old man will take your flesh and mud!"

Ning Fan's heart froze.

If he loses, it means that he will die in the Nanyao Temple, on the way to meet the mysterious old monster... It must be dangerous to come to this Nanyao Temple.

"Your relationship with this little turtle doesn't seem to be very good. The old man has only imprisoned him for half a day, and he has scolded you more than 1,800 sentences. Hmph, for such an unfaithful servant, you should not fight this old man. Better to gamble!"

Before the old man could finish his words, he suddenly let out a small yawn. It turned out that Ning Fan didn't even hesitate, and stepped directly into the Nanyao Temple.

So fruitful!

"Interesting boy..." The old man's voice drifted farther and farther, and could no longer be heard clearly.

Ning Fan's eyes were calm as he stepped into the gate of Nanyao Temple. Of course, his relationship with Wu Laoba was not good enough to give up his life and death, but even if it was only for the cause and effect of Wu Laoba and Lao Mo, he would not leave Wu Laoba alone.

Even if the other party is suspected of being a quasi-sage!

The moment he stepped into the temple gate, the rain technique outside the temple was forcibly cut off, and the rain stopped.

Ning Fan was slightly moved, this temple was only separated by a door, but it seemed like two completely different worlds. With his cultivation base, once he entered the temple, he could no longer make his spiritual sense escape from the temple, as if he was detained in a dark place. In the monastery of Mori!

From the outside, Nanyao Temple is just a small broken temple.

From the inside, the Yin Tower of Nanyao Temple is over 10,000, the smoke and grass are creeping, ghosts are crying, withered bones are everywhere, broken swords and broken sticks can be seen everywhere, and bloodstains are still dry...

It doesn't look like a Buddhist pure land, but it looks like a ghost cave!

"No, this is... illusion!"

Ning Fan suddenly felt something, he suddenly understood why those passers-by turned a blind eye to this temple.

It turned out that he was the only one who fell into the illusion, and the moment he stepped into the temple gate, was the opportunity to officially trigger the illusion...

"break!"

Ning Fan's left eye flickered, shooting out a purple-black light, hitting the gloomy world in the temple, actually punching a crack in the world.

What he used was the innate skill of Fuli Family's illusion to see through!

As soon as the crack opened, Ning Fan jumped towards the crack, and the scenery in front of him suddenly changed. He was still standing outside the Nanyao Temple, maintaining the posture of looking at the sky for the first time.

Has he escaped from the illusion, it turns out that he never entered the temple, but fell into the illusion at the beginning...

"This person is so weird. He has been looking at the sky for an hour, and I don't know what to count..."

"Shh, don't talk nonsense, this person is the guardian of the holy mountain..."

Some pedestrians on the road were pointing at Ning Fan.

Ning Fan was also speechless, how did those people know that he looked at the sky for two hours, did they stay on the side of the road for an hour? Aren't you boring...

Roar!

Those passers-by who laughed at Ning Fan suddenly turned into evil spirits and rushed towards Ning Fan. The ground here also cracked open, revealing the burning magma hell below.

Only then did Ning Fan know that he didn't escape the illusion at all, but was still in the illusion. The talent for Fuli Breaking Illusion was powerful, but his cultivation was not as good as that of the mysterious old monster, and it was not enough to escape the opponent's illusion!

"There are two ways to break the illusion, one is to forcibly break free by relying on cultivation, supernatural powers, and magic weapons; the other is to have a companion outside to help wake up. If there are neither of the two, then illusion can become a more terrifying weapon than other supernatural powers. There is no doubt that this is a life-or-death test, and that old man didn't lie to me..."

"This technique is not enough for me to see through it, but in addition to my ability to break illusions, I also have the ability to bounce back from a family of illusions. In a sense, the rebound of illusions is more terrifying than the ability to see through illusions, especially those like me. If you are trapped in the opponent's illusion, if you can find a weak point in the opponent's illusion, there is even a chance to reverse it in one fell swoop..."

Ning Fan dodged to avoid the evil spirits that were rushing towards him. While dodging, he looked around, his eyes flashed with green light. After a long time, his eyes suddenly turned to the abyss of hell in the fissures of the earth.

"In this technique, the magma seems to be the most dangerous place, but if I expect it to be good, the weakest part of this technique is precisely hidden there..."

Ning Fan shook off the evil spirits and jumped into the lava of hell.

The raging hell magma has an almost terrifying temperature. If it jumps into it without defense, even the Immortal Emperor will peel off its skin.

These magmas are transformed by illusions, and simple defense methods can't prevent their temperature at all, and Ning Fan, who is deeply trapped in illusions, is not the body at this moment, and he can't use any defensive methods, so he simply uses his own illusions to defend against these. lava.

Comprehend the Taoism that has rarely been used so far, at this moment, he uses it!

At the same time as he jumped down, his body continued to pour out black energy, covering him in it. That black color was the color of the night, and it was a Taoist technique formed after the demonized black night Taoist elephant was completed!

Deeply caught in the opponent's illusion, Ning Fan naturally couldn't directly replace the opponent's illusion world with his own night, but if he wanted to mobilize some of the power of the night illusion to resist the opponent's illusion damage, he could still do it.

Most of the magma that approached him was blocked by the black gas, but there were still very few that penetrated his illusion defense and splashed on him.

It was hot, so hot that it was painful to the soul. Every time he was burned by the magma, Ning Fan felt that his mind was greatly depleted, and he quickly weakened.

It's just that no matter how weak Ning Fan is, his expression is always calm. After jumping into the magma, he continues to move downstream. This seemingly unfathomable hell is actually not deep! After passing through the initial scalding lava, Ning Fan suddenly felt a chill all over his body, and he fell into a stone chamber. This stone room was built in the depths of the magma, and the walls were painted with illusion runes, and a pair of horn crystals floated in the air.

That horn crystal is the power of this illusion, and it is also the weakest point of this technique!

With a wave of Ning Fan's sleeve robe, a large area of ​​black energy swept towards the horn crystal, as if trying to contaminate the horn crystal.

But before those black qi approached, there were beams of light shooting out from the crystal, turning into complicated restrictions, sweeping the black qi back.

Ning Fan swept away lightly. There are thousands of defensive formations in the stone room that is less than ten steps away. These formations are linked together, and it is useless to break only one or two formations. The formation will be reborn soon. Only by seeing through all the formations and breaking them clean at one time can you get close to the horn crystal.

Ning Fan carefully observed the restrictions here, and there was a feeling of mortals looking at the stars in the sky, but he felt that the complexity was far beyond expectations, and even if he stared at it for a long time, he would feel dizzy.

You can't stare for a long time, and you can't find a way to break the formation in a short time.

Ning Fan suppressed his eagerness to escape from the illusion. He was not in a hurry. He simply sat down in the stone room with his knees crossed and slowly studied the formation.

One day, two days, three days…

January, February, March…

From spring to autumn, Ning Fan has been sitting in this stone room for hundreds of years. Suddenly, one day, he suddenly stood up and shot thousands of golden strokes in an instant like electricity. With countless roars, he directly broke open. Banned here!

Then he raised his hand to contaminate the horn crystal with the black energy of his illusion, and directly controlled the illusion of this place with the help of the magic rebound talent skill!

For a moment, the old man in green clothes who was working as a vat in the temple suddenly looked surprised and fell into confusion, but he woke up and turned around in a moment.

As for Ning Fan, the scenery in his eyes changed and he came back to his senses.

He was still standing outside the temple, looking up at the sky.

On the side of the road, someone pointed at him.

"This person is so weird. He has been looking at the sky for an hour, and I don't know what to count..."

"Shh, don't talk nonsense, this person is the guardian of the holy mountain..."

Hundreds of years of meditation in the stone room were only carried out in hallucinations, and the outside world was actually still at the moment when he was in the illusion.

Just after hearing these somewhat similar words, Ning Fan suddenly felt a bad feeling in his heart. Hasn't he escaped the illusion yet! Shouldn't the land collapse again in the next moment...

Fortunately, this time he really escaped, because there was a sound of praise in the temple.

"Very good, you won, take your servant home. I didn't expect that you not only escaped from the old man's illusion, but also rebounded the illusion on the old man, making the old man lost for a moment... You, not bad!"

Ning Fan let out a breath of turbid air and walked into the temple. There are no 10,000 Yinlou in the temple, this Nanyao Temple is just a small broken temple.

In the courtyard of the two entrances, in the inner courtyard, an old man in a blue leather jacket and braided beard is sitting in the courtyard with a pedestal in front of him. After the base rotates, he holds the hemp silk dipped in muddy water to smooth the surface of the mud tank a little bit. Occasionally, he takes a wooden stick and puts it on the top of the tank to make the top of the rotating mud tank flat.

In the yard, there are still many mud jars drying out, and no rainwater fell into the temple at all.

Farther away, a small kiln was built, which seemed to be used to burn jars. Outside the kiln, a young man wearing a horn mask was glazing some jar embryos.

It was the man Ning Fan had met when he signed up for the Blood Martial Arena.

"Why are you here, are you following me!" The masked youth who seemed to be Xian Yuchun stood up and looked at Ning Fan sharply.

He seemed to be completely unaware of the confrontation between Ning Fan and the old man in Tsing Yi.

Ning Fan expected that he might meet Xian Yuchun here, so he wasn't too surprised. He took a deep look at Xian Yuchun but didn't answer.

The old man in blue clothes opened his mouth and said.

"Chun Xiaoyou, hurry up on your business, it's none of your business, he's here to find me! By the way, for your transaction with me, you need to burn 2 million tanks for me in your lifetime, and it's still not enough. One million nine hundred and ninety-nine thousand seven hundred and sixty-two, don't let this old man be lazy!"

The old man in Tsing Yi stared at the masked youth with a stern face.

The masked youth glanced at the old man in green clothes, and then at Ning Fan. He didn't say anything in the end, and went back to glaze the mud jar.

The old man in Tsing Yi showed a very weak aura. On the surface, he looked like a market hawker, but as the eyes of this man gathered, he immediately brought a sense of oppression to Ning Fan.

The second-order quasi-sage, and one line stronger than that Musong Daoist, is such a terrifying powerhouse!

"I know this person, why is he here?" Ning Fan asked the old man to relieve the pressure of the old man with the words of prestige.

If he is not mistaken, Xian Yuchun stayed here to glaze the mud jar, which seems to be some kind of special cultivation... It doesn't seem to be malicious.

"You are here to take away the servants, not to ask for news. It's not good to ask too much!" The old man frowned.

"If I don't ask what's going on, I don't worry about this person's safety." The implication was that the old man was worried that the old man would be less calculated than pure.

This is also the worst case. If this second-rank quasi-sage old man has the heart to calculate a fresher than pure, Ning Fan asks himself that he is unable to compete with the other party.

"You think too much, Niu is never calculated. If you want to kill people, you can kill them directly. If you want to hurt people, you can kill them directly. This son, you, or your turtle servant, they are all Same!"

After saying that, the old man impatiently pointed to a water tank in the corner of the courtyard, and made the tank on his own, ignoring Ning Fan.

Wu Laoba is in that water tank.

Ning Fan took a closer look. There was half a tank of water in the tank, and there was a big fish with a strange shape. It looked like it weighed ten pounds and was quite fat; there was also a turtle the size of sesame seeds in the tank. , That tortoise is so cute and big, it looks like Wu Lao Ba Wan Gu's real body has shrunk countless times.

As for the strange fish, if you take a closer look, it seems to be an ancient extinct Yellow Springs whale.

No, not shrinking, but... near big, far small!

This tank of water seemed to be close at hand, but it was actually very far away from Ning Fan... Ning Fan reached out to touch it, but no matter what, he couldn't touch the water in the tank.

It's as if these two fish and one turtle live in another world, another... reincarnation!

No wonder Wu Laoba can't escape, because Wu Laoba doesn't understand reincarnation...

"You have a trace of reincarnation on your body, which is very weak, but it is really from your understanding. To fish out your servants, you don't need the help of the old man." The old man said without looking up.

"Well, the junior can do this by himself, without the help of the senior."

Fortunately, Ning Fan had just come to his own understanding of reincarnation, otherwise he wouldn't have dared to brag about it and go to get Wu Laoba out.

I just can't think of it... This Wu Laoba is actually scolding him, hehe, his skin is itchy.

…

The world in a vat.

This is an underwater world that cannot be seen. The tortoise-shaped Wu Laoba swims in the water while swearing. A yellow spring whale, which is as huge as the starry sky, follows behind him with sympathetic eyes.

This yellow spring whale is not very intelligent, it can't understand how the world can be cruel and cruel to such a cute little turtle like such a cruel master.

The breath of this Yellow Spring Whale is very powerful, almost comparable to some weak immortal emperors. Wu Laoba, who was locked in the water tank, at first thought that the Yellow Spring Whale was weak and could be bullied. Fortunately, Wu Laoba immediately softened. This Huang Quanjing, who was not very intelligent, forgave Wu Laoba to a great extent, and agreed to Wu Laoba's request, and bowed to Wu Laoba verbally.

"Second brother, are you listening to the elder brother?"

"Hooho——" The Yellow Spring Whale who wanted to say 'I'm listening'.

"It's really pitiful, second brother, you can't even speak, but fortunately brother, I know a few beast languages ​​of alien species. I didn't expect it to come in handy today! Are you sympathizing with brother, you are really my good second brother!"

"Hoo ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho-" It's not sympathy, we are brothers, brothers don't talk about sympathy!

"Good brother, then I'll go on. Next, I'm going to file the 1842nd accusation. That damn evil star didn't come to save me. It must be because the enemy was strong and abandoned my little boy. Life, no loyalty, no righteousness! If it were him who died, I would definitely do anything to save him, I am the most loyal Wu Xiaoba in the world, so I won't be as inhumane as the evil star!"

"Hoohoho--" Inhumane!

"Next, I have to file the 1,843rd accusation. The evil star who played with the fire urea kang would not give me any good things every time, and he would rob me of my magic weapon in turn, second brother, you Tell me, should such a master be struck by lightning!"

"Hoo ho ho ho--" The sky struck thunder!

"Next, I have to file the 1,844th accusation, that damn evil star, he actually thinks that I am Long Yang, this is a huge insult to my personality! How could I, Wu Xiaoba, like men? , I am the most normal Wu Xiaoba in the world! There are also the 1,845th accusation, why is Sha Xing, why does he treat me... eh, second brother, what are you looking at, second brother?"

Wu Laoba scolded and scolded, and suddenly found that the whale's eyes were wrong. At a glance, I saw Ning Fan's half-smiling face reflected in the endless waters.

Suddenly the tiger body shook! Why did the devil come here, how much did he hear!

"...Now...cough,cough...I'm going to make a final complaint...what, I'm going to accuse the evil star for being suave, resourceful, amazing, and magic. Damn, I'm not convinced! How can there be such a perfect person in the world? , how can we ordinary people live! Okay, the accusation is over, the next big brother will tell you a story, the name of the story is 'I have a good master, I will be loyal for a lifetime'..."

Ha ha.

Before Wu Laoba finished speaking, he only felt that his eyes were dark, and in the next instant, he felt that he was out of the water, and the real body of Wangu, who was forcibly restricted to the point of being unable to exit, finally withdrew.

Beside the water tank, Ning Fan shook the water in his hand. A figure the size of a sesame seed fell to the ground, and instantly grew bigger, turning into a black old man.

"Don't you think it's too late to change your tune after the complaint?"

As soon as Ning Fan's words came out, Wu Laoba had the feeling of being hit by five thunders.

It's over, the change is still slow!

"Master, I, I..." Wu Laoba shivered a little, and at the same time was inexplicably moved.

His flying sword didn't really expect to invite the master to save him, he just wanted to scare the old man in Tsing Yi and let him know that he had helpers outside.

Unexpectedly, I really had to ask the master...

He needs to know that the master cares so much about his safety. Even if he is blinded by lard, he will not scold the master!

"Hehe, if you complain, you will have time when you go back, don't worry." Ning Fan smiled, but Wu Laoba had the urge to kill himself.

Shaxing is absolutely furious!

Anyone who ran to save a person desperately, but the other party was scolding him, would be angry! This damn bastard, it's over!

Ning Fan wasn't really angry, but he was a little speechless about Wu Laoba's boredom. He had more than 1,800 accusations against him, and he was really curious about what he had charged.

Is he so sinful? If there is, that's really good. As for this Wu Laoba, he never expected the other party to be loyal to him.

"Go back and talk about your business, and now give me a little quiet."

Seeing Wu Laoba still wanted to explain nonsense, Ning Fan was too lazy to listen, so he walked up to the old man in blue and clasped his fists to thank him.

Thank you, this person is generous, he doesn't care about Wu Laoba's offense, and he didn't kill him casually.

Thank you, it is this person's advice. If you understand it carefully, Ning Fan may not be able to realize the tenacity of his spiritual sense from today's advice, so as to cultivate a true mind wandering.

The old man didn't lift his head, as if he didn't see Ning Fan's movements.

Just before Ning Fan opened his mouth, he suddenly opened his mouth and said.

"Although you are not a descendant of Taichang, you are considered to have a relationship with him. If you pay the price, I can also pass on you the eight ways to read the gods completely. In this way, the supernatural power of Taichang will not be lost."

"Oh? Senior, would you like to pass on my complete chanting art?" Ning Fan was slightly moved and asked, "I don't know what price this junior will have to pay in exchange for a complete chanting art?"

"Come back another day, today I am the soul of a green bull, I only concentrate on building the tank, and don't talk about transactions. When I wait for the scalper, I will talk about it again!"

After saying that, the old man lowered his head and turned the mud tank chassis again. (To be continued.)