I am your natural enemy

Wen Yan was still a little angry when he first listened, and was ready to call Pei Tugou, but the more he listened, the more silent he became. Finally, he calmed down.

He dared to bet Minister Cai's head, but Quemao was just adding fuel to the fire and making alarmist remarks.

"I just came out of the warehouse of Lieyang Department in Nanwu County and got something."

Wen Yan pointed the camera at the fossil he took out.

The sparrow cat instantly became quiet, its pupils dilated to their maximum size.

Wen Yan said unhurriedly.

"If it doesn't work, I can just go get another one and take it out."

The sparrow cat instantly turned into airplane ears, but it still understood what Wen Yan meant.

"I saw it clearly. It's true that the Taoist priest, with his sly eyebrows, secretly circled around the mountain, went around to the front, and peeked at the little one.

He even knelt in front of a portrait and said he wanted to take the little one away, really.

If I say you want to shake a train of Taoist priests in yellow robes, he won't be afraid. "

"Has he announced his identity?"

"No……"

"Tell me again from the beginning."

The sparrow cat was honest this time and honestly talked about what it saw.

When talking about the latter part, Wen Yan frowned, feeling that the description seemed familiar.

"What does that look like?"

"Shen Gongbao has a goatee, a sinister eyebrow, and wears glasses..."

"Forget it, take your phone with you and go find the Taoist priest."

Quemao grabbed the phone and flew out. Sure enough, he saw the Taoist priest nearby.

"Hey, Taoist priest, answer the phone."

The Taoist priest answered the phone and looked up, vaguely feeling that the person in the video looked familiar.

But Wen Yan recognized him at a glance as the Taoist priest who had fooled him so well when he was a teenager and would definitely make him remember him for the rest of his life.

"Taoist Master Qingfeng, what kind of wind is this that has blown you to Nanwu County? You fooled me back then, and now you want to kidnap my son?"

As soon as Wen Yan spoke, the Taoist priest looked at Wen Yan carefully, and the more he looked at him, the more embarrassed he became.

Because he has met too many people and deceived too many people over the years, he can no longer recognize Wen Yan.

To those who are not familiar with them, there is a big difference between Wen Yan in his teens and Wen Yan in his twenties.

He recalled that at least seven or eight years ago, when he met people outside, he would call himself Taoist Qingfeng.

This road number has not been used for many years.

He changes his nickname every year just to prevent this kind of situation.

As long as he meets someone who knows him, as soon as the other person speaks, he can be reminded of the year he met the other person, and he can quickly recall it.

But this time, he really didn't recognize it.

Looking at the other person's age and doing some calculations, he might have been in his teens when he met this young man.

That's not true, he shouldn't have fooled a few teenagers, right?

What have you been fooling?

He really doesn't remember.

What was even more embarrassing was that through the video, he also saw Wen Yan sitting on the stairs with a labeled box next to him, with the office building of the Lieyang Department of Nanwu County behind him.

He has traveled all over the country for so many years, so of course he can recognize where Wen Yan is at a glance.

Looking at the box again, he had also heard that it was the box in the warehouse of the Lieyang Department. It had a standard format and all the labels were uniform.

And Wen Yan can carry the box so casually and sit here and make video calls with people, so he is definitely not an ordinary warehouse manager.

In other words, this young man is now a member of the Lieyang tribe, and he has most likely just made a meritorious service and received something in the warehouse as a reward.

Sure enough, before he opened his mouth, Wen Yan continued.

"Taoist Master Qingfeng, are you doing this too carelessly?

I am on the front line, and I have just fought tooth and nail for China. After going through a lot of hardships, I finally managed to return with my life.

You are behind, trying to kidnap my son secretly.

Is this a bit too much? "

"No! No secret!" Taoist Qingfeng immediately denied that he couldn't bear the blame.

"Okay, then tell me, do you want to take my son away? If you say no, I will go find the minister now."

"No, not so much..."

Taoist Qingfeng sighed.

"The poor Taoist was just happy to see the hunter, and his Taoist heart was shaken. He really didn't mean to be so rash.

I have been practicing Taoism for many years, so I would not be so out of character in ordinary things.

Pindao believed that he was a contemporary heavenly master. When he saw a baby that was still sucking milk and the foundation of the spiritual platform had already been built, he would probably be as shaken as Pindao.

I don't know you..."

Wen Yan was shocked, what? Did his stupid son build the foundation of the spiritual platform?

when?

Wen Yan immediately thought of what happened before.

The Seventh Master's uncle gave him the Celestial Master's magic sword, just to take advantage of the Celestial Master's tool and try to see if he could get it right in one step, omit some early troubles, and directly build the foundation of the spiritual platform.

If it doesn't work this time, it really means that Wen Yan has absolutely no talent for cultivating Taoism, and the kind of person who can't be saved even if the Heavenly Master opens a altar in person.

Wen Yan had known the result for a long time, but he couldn't say it at the time. He was really soulless in the literal sense. His soul was given to his stupid son. He would never want to practice Taoism seriously in this life.

Otherwise, the Goddess Jiehe had given him the Heaven-given Treasure and the Heaven-given Water Official Treasure, and he would have already tried to use this Heavenly Treasure to start practicing Taoism.

The starting point for a Taoist priest given a heaven-given treasure is a level higher than that of an ordinary Taoist priest.

But he had no idea at all, because he already knew that it would be useless to try.

But he never expected that he didn't build the spiritual foundation, but his stupid son did it inexplicably.

Wen Yan immediately thought, had the stupid son somehow gotten involved and gotten the benefits?

Now he is not a pure novice who doesn't understand anything. Of course he knows how difficult it is for those Taoist monks to build a spiritual platform.

His thoughts turned quickly, and he immediately shouted in a low voice.

"Taoist Master, be careful what you say!"

Taoist Master Qingfeng also immediately closed his mouth. He smiled bitterly, knowing of course that he couldn't say this casually.

Wen Yan thought for a while and lowered his voice.

"This is indeed related to Lao Tianshi, Fuyu Mountain, and a big operation of Lieyang Department. Taoist priest, please don't make any noise."

Taoist Qingfeng immediately thought of what happened in Decheng two days ago. He also heard that something seemed to have happened in Decheng, so he came to take a look. However, when he arrived nearby, he realized that it seemed to be over.

He was a little discouraged. Hey, this time it was completely out of the question.

It's right to think about it, only the unfathomable old heavenly master can have such magical means.

"It's just the poor guy who's being rude..."

While they were chatting here, they saw a car drive in from outside, and the seventh master uncle and the eighth master uncle wearing sunglasses got out of the car.

Wen Yan quickly stood up to greet him.

Then, the Seventh Master's uncle glanced at the person on the phone, and his eyes suddenly froze.

"Qing Xuzi?"

"Uh, Wuzhenzi?" Qingfeng Taoist was suddenly startled. Good guy, just after I finished speaking, there really was an immortal from Fuyu Mountain.

The uncle of the Seventh Master immediately took the phone from Wen Yan's hand and said seriously.

"Wen Yan, remember, you must not talk too much with this demon. This person is most likely to confuse others. Young people do not have a strong Taoist heart and can easily be led astray by him.

How do you know this demon? "

"It was a family member who called me and said that this Taoist priest might want to accept my son as his disciple..."

When the uncle of the Seventh Master heard this, his fists became hardened.

"Just stand aside."

The uncle of the Seventh Master took his cell phone, walked aside, and started talking into the phone.

"Qing Xuzi, let me tell you, if you dare to come near my great disciple, I will burn your Taoist temple, you demon..."

The uncle of the Seventh Master gradually walked away, and Wen Yan couldn't hear clearly what was being said there.

But after waiting for a while, the eighth master uncle took off his sunglasses, came to the camera, and shouted loudly.

"If you don't believe it, just try it. I will go and bite all of you Qingcheng descendants now!"

The eighth master's uncle put on his sunglasses and looked behind him. Those people glanced at him and continued to do their own business. No one paid much attention to this side.

After a while, the seventh master's uncle and the eighth master's uncle came back and handed the phone to Wen Yan.

"Don't worry, this stinky Taoist priest won't even dare to touch my great-disciple."

"If he dared to come within a hundred steps, his Taoist temple would be burned down."

Wen Yan didn't know what they were talking about. When he got the phone back, he had already hung up the video call.

He called back again, and Quemao said that the Taoist priest had just argued with someone on the phone for a long time, but in the end he didn't win the argument and had left.

Wen Yan could see that the Taoist priest who claimed to be Taoist Qingfeng, but was actually named Qing Xuzi, probably didn't mention the Lingtai Taoist foundation, nor did the seventh master's uncle.

After thinking about it, he still felt that it was too dangerous, so he asked his seventh master uncle to follow him without saying anything.

When Wen Yan arrived at his temporary residence, as soon as he walked in, he saw his silly son lying on the bed, flapping his two short hands. In his hands was a shimmering ball of ever-changing shapes, like a balloon, being played with by him.

He doesn't know much about Lingtai Daoji, but he also knows that if his stupid son plays like this every day, if he doesn't clear Xuzi today, he may have Shenxuzi tomorrow...

Qingxuzi looked like he had broken the defense, and the others were probably the same, most likely their eyes would be as bright as light bulbs.

For example, the current seventh master uncle...

The eyes of the uncle of the Seventh Master were literally like light bulbs, with a bright light in his eyes and a look of shock on his face.

The uncle of the Seventh Master stretched out a hand, lightly touched the aura of light that his silly son was playing with, and then withdrew his hand.

"That supreme deity..."

"Uncle Seventh Master, can you seal him up temporarily? This little guy is not sensible yet. If he plays like this every day, I'm afraid he won't be able to live happily ever after."

The seventh master's uncle calmed down for a while and nodded.

"That's right. Fortunately, Qingxuzi's evil way is just a little too different, and he is not bad-hearted. If he encounters evil ways, he may really get into trouble."

The uncle of the Seventh Master took out various things from his bag, built a simple altar, chanted the scriptures, and finally stretched out a finger and touched the little guy's chest.

The aura in the little guy's arms continued to shrink, sinking into his chest and turning into a cloud-shaped birthmark the size of a fingernail.

"Well, he won't make this kind of noise again until he reaches adulthood. The little guy really doesn't understand anything, but his mind is extremely pure. His spiritual platform Taoist foundation is extremely pure, and it may indeed attract other things to covet him. "

The uncle of the Seventh Master took off a jade lock from his own neck, adjusted the length of the rope, and hung it around the little guy's neck.

The old man couldn't hold it back, with joy in his eyes.

Ever since he knew that the child had a father, he didn't ask about other details, not even why his son got the benefits while Wen Yan was a tool.

Anyway, this child will definitely be from Fuyu Mountain.

When I was still nursing, I built the foundation of the Lingtai and asked the other mountain gates, which one counts? Who can?

Of course it must be protected.

The eighth master's uncle touched his body but couldn't find anything. In the end, he could only stretch out his finger to leave a mark on the little guy.

After thinking about it, nothing is suitable. This little guy may become a new generation of Celestial Masters in the future. It would not be good if he stays with him.

In the end, a mark was left on the sole of the little guy's foot. This mark was like nothing else. It frightened other zombies, and there was no problem with ordinary evil things.

The two elders didn't think there was anything wrong with being dragged so far by Wen Yan.

Be cautious, very right, very well done.

The little guy started crying without his toys.

Wen Yan left with the two elders. After Jia Jinfeng came in, he rolled his eyes at a few people and went to coax the little guy.

Wen Yan wanted to stay with the two elders for a while, but they said they were going to see Qing Xuzi, and the smelly cow nose was nearby.

In the afternoon, Wen Yan was about to ask his seventh master uncle to have dinner, but he called and found out that the two men had left on their own, and when they left, they took Qing Xuzi with them.

They are here, attracting too much attention. If nothing happens, they may cause trouble, so it is better to leave.

Wen Yan could only apologize on the phone, which made the two elders go through all the trouble.

The overall atmosphere in Buyeosan is very good, and it must have a lot to do with the words and deeds of the elders.

At least from what Wen Yan has heard, the people in Qingcheng are somewhat out of tune, and they cooperate most closely with the Lieyang Department. Now it seems that they have some relationship with Qingxuzi, a Taoist priest who always believes in science. Direct relationship.

In the evening, after dinner, all the things brought from home were placed in the room where Wen Yan lived.

The sparrow cat, the little zombie, and Wen Yan sat together, looking at the fossil sparrow cat in the middle.

"Are you sure this is the body of your ancestor?"

"Definitely."

"Do you think I'm stupid? After more than a thousand years, I can turn into a fossil?"

Wen Yan looked left and right. After looking at the fossils for a long time, he took out the weathered fossil sculpture he brought out from the warehouse last time from another box.

After putting the two things together, Wen Yan finally discovered where that familiar feeling of déjà vu came from.

Although the corpse fossil of the sparrow cat ancestor looks very complete and has many details, it does look like a mummy, with a bit of a stone texture.

As for the stone carving, the details have been weathered and blurred. It looks like the exquisite stone carving that it once was. It has gradually become like this after thousands of years of wind, frost, rain and snow erosion.

After comparing them together, it can be seen that the textures of the two are indeed very similar, as if they are made of the same material. One has not experienced weathering for more than a thousand years, while the other has been eroded by wind and rain.

"Didn't you say that if you find the body of your ancestor, you can regain the glory of your ancestor? Now I wasted an opportunity to freely choose the treasure and get it back for you. Come on."

Wen Yan put away the other stone sculpture and backed away a little with the little zombie, letting the sparrow cat operate it by himself.

The finch cat walked around the fossil for a few times, then raised a paw and grabbed it from under the fossil's wings. As soon as it scratched with its sharp claws, stone chips fell down.

A crack was cut on the fossil, and the fossil suddenly moved. The wings covering its face slowly fell down, revealing a face that even if it turned into a fossil, you could still tell it was a chimeric cat.

The left and right sides of the face have distinct colors.

Fossil's eyes widened, and a fierce look rushed towards his face. In an instant, the sparrow cat suddenly shrank into a ball.

Then the next moment, the fierceness disappeared, and the verification seemed to be completed.

Two streams of light flew out of the fossil's eyes and entered the bird cat's body. The fossil returned to its original appearance. This time, it was completely petrified. The clear details on the surface seemed to have experienced thousands of years in a few seconds. It weathered and turned into an ordinary stone sculpture.

The huddled sparrow cat raised its head slightly, took a look, and slowly raised its ears.

"Are you done with this?"

"It's over."

"How do you feel? Where is the glory you inherited?"

"No...no feeling." Quemao himself was a little embarrassed.

It only remembers that it wants to find the corpse of its ancestors and inherit the glory of its ancestors, but it doesn't know what it is.

Wen Yan shook his head and looked left and right, but couldn't find anything different. Quemao was still so timid.

Forget it, I didn't expect anything to happen, just treat it as dispelling Quemao's obsession, saving this guy from always thinking about this matter.

Wen Yan put the stone sculptures he brought back together again and compared them. This time, the two were more similar.

The feeling of experiencing weathering is very similar.

He imitated the sparrow cat, stretched out a finger, and lightly tapped the chest of the statue, and pulled off some stone chips, but there was no reaction.

Finally, when he pressed his fingers on the head of the statue, he instantly felt something sinking into his body.

As soon as he closed his eyes, his consciousness seemed to appear in an illusory scene. The scene was only about ten feet in diameter and surrounded by nothingness.

A monster that looked like a lynx, with one eye and three tails appeared here.

In front of him, on the standing stone, a series of words slowly emerged.

"There is a beast, whose shape is like a raccoon, with one eye and three tails. It is called Xi. Its sound is like a hundred sounds. It can ward off evil and subdue it."

As this series of words appeared, the demon spiraled and fell into the stone. The stone continued to crack, and finally only a lifelike statue remained.

Wen Yan opened his eyes again, and his consciousness returned. He looked at the statue in front of him in astonishment, and it seemed to be more severely weathered.

He felt something gradually emerge in his mind, and he finally knew what it was.

This is a book, not a book of inheritance passed down through words.

No wonder he felt weird just now. He was still wondering why those words were all words he recognized.

Only in this way can the most complete knowledge be passed down completely after thousands of years.