I am immortal

The smile of the fortune teller in gray froze. The young Taoist had actually used the art of transformation to change his appearance. He also used the fox tribe's unique method to cover up his aura. With his eyes closed, the clear aura of the Taoist sect's bright wind and bright moon had been concealed. He has a handsome temperament, but all these methods are useless in front of him!

Because his spirit is so clear.

The ability to infer is so powerful that relying solely on instinct directly overrides all means.

You can tell the heel and legs of this thing at a glance.

Extremely clear.

But at this time, the fortune teller only remembered 'a troublesome little Taoist priest'.

‘I had a big surgery in Zhongzhou! ’

'Near him and the beast becomes unlucky! ’

'leave. ’

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

‘This kid is from the Exorcist Academy. ’

‘I chopped up Donghua’s embryo with my own hands. ’

And that sentence - 'Be near him, and the beast will become extremely unfortunate! ! ! ’

‘It can lead to lumbar protrusion, severe knee pain and many other diseases! ’

Therefore, the character of the fortune teller in gray will stop at this step and will not continue to think. At this moment, he just feels that his scalp is numb and he just wants to turn around and run away to avoid getting involved with the evil killer. relationship, but 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 Yuan Shen fell into the Qi Cauldron. His own Qi was extremely restrained, and he was in the state where it is most difficult to see the state. However, his Yuan Shen was clear and sharp enough to recognize his old friend, so today he just played the piano and let Xiaopengcao went to help and conveyed a message to the two of them.

So the monk who was dragged in before now left happily.

Mr. Huiyi, who had previously been extremely interested in Qinyin Pavilion, was dejected.

He had been in that place for too long.

Finally, the old bald man has taken a break and can't take care of him for a while.

Only then did he come out to ‘see the world’.

After the music of the piano ended, the young man carried the piano on his back and left for a quiet place, while the monk got up and followed him.

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

Until a generous palm pressed on his shoulder, the fortune teller froze. He turned around and saw the monk looking at him calmly and said, "Where are you going?"

The fortune teller's mouth twitched.

The great monk lifted him up with one hand and carried him, then turned around and bowed to Xiao Pengcao, who was finally willing to put on 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 we meet again somewhere else, naturally a while of greetings is inevitable.

Mr. Gray Yi was extremely upset and dejected.

He came out to see the world.

He is extremely curious about the Qinyin Pavilion, which has a six-thousand-year tradition within the realm of the demon clan and claims to have gathered many peerless beauties from the entire demon clan. Here, there are all kinds of ethnic groups, and any aesthetics is acceptable. To be satisfied, of course, you can only rely on music. This is a place where you can listen to music and drink. There are [immortals] behind the Qinyin Pavilion.

It belongs to the most top force.

When the three flowers gather together, one step further can directly open up the realm of the demon kingdom.

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

But his spirit reminds him that this place is not so stable——

I originally thought there would be a fight.

Everyone knows that after the great sage of the demon clan and tiger clan fell, another demon king was born, and at this juncture, there was an old demon with ten thousand years of Taoism who wanted to advance to the great sage. Such things should not be done quietly Come, post widely, invite everyone, and be extremely arrogant.

This kind of 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 force.

Those who can be invited to participate in the Great Sage's rituals are all top powers.

He is used to being domineering everywhere, so it would be strange if nothing happens.

That's why Mr. Gray Clothes brought this monk together, watching the beauty playing the piano, watching those guys fighting, and doing things like burning fire that the old bald donkey didn't allow him to do. As the most sensitive person in the world, Existence, if he wants to conquer the fire, there is no one in heaven and on earth who can compare with him.

The monk is a guarantee of safety.

But who knows, who knows, the crisis prompted by the spirit is not a fight or confrontation at all, but this brat! ! !

God has mercy on me, why do I keep touching this calf’s nose? ! !

Mr. Gray Yi was annoyed in his heart and gritted his teeth.

But unknowingly, the original mantra of stinky cow's nose turned into a calf's nose.

The young Taoist also noticed something was wrong with the monk in front of him.

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

At this moment, I could feel a deep and majestic Qi surging through the body of this great monk.

It seems to be suppressing something.

The young Taoist thought for a moment and then asked calmly:

"Master...has he encountered a demonic obstacle?"

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

"Didn't you find the fart barrier yourself?!"

Mr. Gray Yi rolled his eyes and cursed: "He was the one who killed the leader of the demons in the city during the Zhongzhou Tribulation, and also sucked their back-upon, that evil spirit into his body. Really, I'm not afraid. Did you fall into the path of evil and then turn into a demon?"

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

The fortune teller said angrily: "So you went to a remote place like Jinzhou and went to the destroyed temple in Jinzhou."

"While copying Buddhist scriptures, you are waiting for your own death after you can no longer suppress your demonic thoughts?"

"Absolutely crazy."

The fortune teller chattered on.

Gritting his teeth, if it weren't for this matter, he wouldn't have come to Jinzhou or come to the Demon Kingdom at this time.

If I had not come to Demon Country at this time, I would not have come to Qinyin Pavilion at this time, and I would not have met this young Taoist.

Although this monk is silent, he has a very solid foundation and extraordinary strength. He has traveled through the world and has two great aspirations. His strength is close to that of Bodhisattva. With this monk here, the world will pass by. Even if he is a great sage, he will not go there. A head-on confrontation can also protect one's life - but unfortunately, he chose to accommodate Zhongzhou's evil and evil power on himself.

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

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

But because of this, he was infected by evil thoughts and evil spirits, and fell into the devil's barrier.

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

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

Such an attack would inevitably bring huge casualties.

But it was something that the monk could never do.

Without compassion and vajra mindfulness, it is impossible to practice the Buddhist realm of [yin and yang is not ignorant] [wisdom without using it, turning consciousness into wisdom]. And if there is compassion and bodhicitta mindfulness, the great monk will definitely do the same thing. The same choice, so this is something that is not worth mentioning to a ruthless cultivator and a left-handed cultivator, but it is a disaster to a Buddhist cultivator.

The young Taoist understood clearly and said: "In the realm of earthly immortals, there are eight difficult and demonic obstacles."

The monk was surprised, but he just put his hands together and replied gently: "In my Buddhist sect, observing the palm lines can break three thousand worries."

"If you put an end to all worries, you will become an Arhat."

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

The monk looked at the young man, his face was a little thin, his eyes were still calm, and he said gently: "That's how practice is."

"In the realm of earthly immortals, one has eight tribulations and one has three thousand troubles."

"But it doesn't mean I won't be held back until I break the eight difficulties."

"Do you, fellow Taoist Qi, know the word [practice]?"

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

Lifting the teapot, he gently poured the tea into the cup and said gently, "This is practice."

Then he picked up the teacup calmly and said:

"This is practice."

The monk praised: "The Taoist friends who practice and uphold the Taoism never seem to have any doubts in their Taoist mind."

The young Taoist put down the tea cup and replied gently:

"The human heart is only dangerous, the Taoist heart is only small, the essence is only one, and the persistence is in the middle."

"It's for practice."

The great monk said with a smile: "In that case, fellow Taoist Qi, you just don't have enough physical skills. If you have such a bottom, your Taoist behavior is actually like a three-flowered immortal."

Mr. Gray Yi rolled his eyes and found it boring. He is a kind of innate creature, and he is the most talented one. When he was born, he was surrounded by three flowers. After becoming an adult, after thousands of years, he naturally entered the so-called "sleeping and eating" state. At the earthly immortal level, one can be a demon king or an Arhat, but this is just [gong body].

Among the Taoists, there are [powerful ones].

Not a strong person.

Not a virtuous person.

The moral character is not high.

He is also studying the art of divination, not fighting. Although he has realm, he is not good at fighting.

He was not interested in the so-called practice of these two guys. He turned around and looked at the cute little fluffy grass. He just glanced at it casually. The guy was stunned immediately, and then his eyes widened. It startled the cute little guy, but he still looked at his nose with his eyes and his mind with his nose.

Maintaining his obedient appearance, he slowly moved behind the young Taoist.

He hid himself silently.

The young Taoist noticed the fortune teller's gaze, stretched out his hand slightly, covered the little fluffy grass behind his sleeve robe, looked at the gentleman and smiled and said, "Sir, do you know the little fluffy grass?"

Mr. Gray Yi said with great interest: "It's called Xiaopengcao?"

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

"I did the math and it turns out she is lucky."

"I met you and seized my only chance of survival. Well, it's strange. Why does it seem to be related to your piano?"

"Boy, do you have a guqin?"

"It seems that this piano made you meet by chance. Otherwise, it would not have been so easy. The status of this piano is probably very high, and you can't use its basic abilities at all now, right?"

The young Taoist was surprised. The fortune teller didn't care about this either. He was just surprised and said with a smile: "Innate beings are born with supernatural powers and powerful powers. They are far beyond ordinary in practicing breathing and breathing. They also have many strange magical changes. They are Those who cannot learn from the day after tomorrow are just those who have not experienced the calamity, and ultimately do not practice enough."

"The souls born after birth go through tribulations step by step, and practice hard and long-lasting."

"Tao is easy to develop, but magical powers are rare and physical skills are difficult to cultivate."

"And she, with the best of both worlds, will be a peerless genius in both physical and spiritual skills."

Xiao Pengcao's face was a little 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 will not drive you away, nor will I sell you." His palm was warm, and Xiao Pengcao felt at ease, while the fortune teller sneered and said : "I don't know how such a creature can appear. It requires a lot of nature and nurture. You'd better not teach her to practice."

"Because once she practices, her physique will be gradually opened, and there will be natural changes."

"There will be strong men who sense the secret of heaven and earth. They will either recruit disciples or kill them."

"Unless you use the formation of the Northern Emperor's Zhoutian Stars to cover up the form, or the Buddhism's seventy-two-layer lotus womb Tibetan Realm Mandala formation to seal the aura, otherwise it will definitely be noticed, especially in this poor place, tsk Tsk tsk, there are so many people here, you can’t protect them. Speaking of which, great monk, have you practiced all the Buddhist dharma in the world?”

"Haha, it's really amazing."

The fortune teller has always had a venomous mouth 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 Taoist Qi."

"I can teach you a formation."

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

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

"But, Xiaopengcao..."

"The body is like fluffy grass, and life flows with the waves. It falls when it encounters soil and stops when it encounters rocks."

The fortune teller sighed, looked at the child with an unusually gentle expression, and said softly: "You shouldn't be called this name. Your bloodline and your life experience should be [Feng Family]. Although the fluffy grass is small, 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 looked cute and cute, but inside he was wary and suspicious, and didn't listen at all.

The fortune teller smiled, a little complicated.

He somewhat knew why he came here. His spiritual acuity was stronger than the self he had gradually cultivated through accumulated wisdom and cognition, and was stronger than his intelligence. Perhaps he wanted to see this child and look at her. , he always thought of those familiar scenes of innate beings dying and dying years ago.

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

Seeing this boy frightened was nothing.

It seems that he has acquired an amazing piano. No wonder he has become so famous by playing the piano here.

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

Why was there such a big improvement all of a sudden? !

The fortune teller was puzzled, watching the little guy staring at him warily, while Qi Wuhuo was talking about the formation with the monk. No one paid attention to him for a while, so he was bored. Thinking of this, he thought of when he came in excitedly and saw that The boy's heart nearly stopped while he was playing the piano. He couldn't help but get angrier and angrier as he thought about it.

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

"Who is this guy who is too full and has nothing to do to teach him how to play the piano?!!"

"Grandma's."

"I was so shocked that I almost had heart problems."

"Do the math, do the math."

The spirit screams.

The fortune teller sneered, full of confidence, and said to himself, I don't count him as a teacher, nor does he work in the Arctic Exorcism Academy, I just count him as a guy with too much time to teach him how to play the piano.

No problem, no problem, very stable!

Keep a steady hand.

I count! ! !

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

The strongest spirit in the six realms instantly completed the highest level of divination, and then the smile on the fortune teller's confident face solidified.

Big drops of cold sweat flowed from his forehead.

"Um……"

"Um?!!!"