The Taoist priest retreated and the two of them entered the house, with Uncle Han guarding the door.

This is a quiet room with no chairs. He Zun and Li Yan sat awkwardly on the futons. The old Taoist was opposite, with a tall and straight posture, as steady as Mount Tai, with an air of law.

"Taoist priest has been here for a few days. Is everything okay?" Li Yan asked.

"Hey, you guys came here late at night, do you think you have some clues?" The old Taoist didn't respond and asked directly.

"I can't hide it from you..."

He Zun took out the remaining fragrant pill, handed it over and said, "Look at this."

The old Taoist took it in the palm of his hand, smelled it first, and then twisted it twice with his fingers. The Taoist temple also worshiped incense and had a large number of incense sticks and incense. He would also make some himself on weekdays, so he was good at this.

At this moment, when he took a look, he felt something was different. The fragrant pills were round and tight, with no omissions. They seemed to be completely natural and had no trace of processing. He immediately got up and walked to the wooden table next to him to clean up the unburned benzoin.

Remove it and put the fragrant pills on it.

This is not smoked over a fire, as the heat increases, there will be a faint green smoke.

The incense needed to brew for a short period of time before it was completely dispersed. After about a minute, all three of them smelled a clear and refreshing smell, which seemed to dispel the turbidity in their minds and cheer them up.

"..."

The old Taoist took a deep breath, and suddenly his expression changed slightly. He took two more breaths as if unsure, then returned to his original position, closed his eyes and meditated.

The two people looked at each other, but they didn't dare to interrupt, so they could only wait awkwardly.

The room was quiet for a while, except for a long and powerful breathing sound. And with this rhythm, a weak suction force seemed to be generated, causing the smoke to drift closer, and the old Taoist face became a little blurry.

After a while, he opened his eyes and asked with some urgency: "Where did you get this incense?"

"It's one of the targets, given by her friend."

"Can we find this person?"

"Can find..."

He Zun paused and couldn't help but ask: "Taoist Priest, what's wrong with this incense?"

"The problem is huge, but I can't go into details with you."

Hey!

He Zun was a little unhappy after hearing this, but the old Taoist saw it and simply pointed out: "Mr. He, I heard that the two young masters were in strange condition, so I agreed to come and take a look out of curiosity. I didn't make any promises, let alone you."

If you really find the person who made the incense, regardless of whether he did it or not, Pindao will go and talk to you for a while. As for your grudges, it is up to you to resolve them yourself."

This is harsh, but it is the truth.

They didn't do everything for you, but you asked for help. Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, Li Yan hurriedly said: "That's right, you do your thing, and we do ours."

He Zun squinted his eyes, understood immediately, and nodded in agreement.

Having said this, the two men stood up and left.

As a result, the old Taoist was the only one left in the room. He looked at the incense burner with a complicated expression, including surprise, expectation, but also some fear and nervousness.

Counting from Zhang Boduan, Nanzong has been passed down for more than a thousand years, but in the long history, it is just a speck of dust.

There are numerous Chinese myths, but there is a rule among them: the further away from the present era, the greater the power of the myth; the closer it is, the more sparse and ordinary it is.

From the ancient Kuafu chasing the sun, Jingwei filling the sea, to the later purple air coming from the east, and the fish in the North Ming Dynasty, to Ge Hong, Zuo Ci, to Wang Chongyang and Zhang Sanfeng. It can be said that it has been a LOWB journey. The first creation of the world is fascinating.

In the end, Maoshan's little trick is to raise ghosts and catch traitors.

Even in modern times, those who plug in electric doors with bare hands, insert coins into bottles, and even perform tricks are called masters!

Let’s say that in the past, productivity was low and people’s wisdom was not developed, so they advocated nature and mysterious power. As society develops and people’s wisdom becomes enlightened, many things can be verified scientifically, and they will become more rational.

This is certainly a theory, but in the eyes of theists, many unknown and magnificent events must have occurred over thousands of years.

The entire Taoist system is vaguely passed down through classics and myths. Looking at Nanzong alone, Zhang Boduan wrote "Wu Zhen Pian" and Bai Yuchan wrote "Wuji Pictures". These are tangible things. At the same time, there are also some anecdotes, such as Bo Duan fought with a monk, and the soul left his body and traveled to Yangzhou together. They agreed to fold flowers as a reminder. The monk arrived first, but could not fold the flowers. Bo Duan arrived later, but picked a viburnum.

Bo Duan said: I cultivate both life and life, the golden elixir path, and the true spirit can be seen. This is called Yang Shen. If you only practice life skills and not sex skills, although the speed is fast, it is useless. You are called Yin Shen.

Is this a big deal? It’s pretty awesome.

But after passing it down to Bai Yuchan for four generations, there are only theories but no real chapters. For six to seven hundred years, there has been no outstanding figure, let alone any power.

This is very strange in itself, and Mo Laodao has read all the classics, but still can't figure it out. When he was young, he traveled around the world and visited experts. Those senior monks who were over a hundred years old only had profound meditation skills, reasonable daily living, and no magic at all.

Even so, he still firmly believed in "immortal".

He once thought that he might be stuck in the acquired state for the rest of his life... But, just tonight, he clearly felt a novel, strange smell full of agility and vitality from the fragrance.

………………

Early morning, Fenghuang Mountain Peak.

The sky is dim, cold and green, making the top of the mountain look like a huge piece of icy emerald, floating and indifferently embedded in the void. The atmosphere of coercion that has accumulated all night has not yet dissipated, and the morning glow has just begun. , this is the time when the two Qi blend and the day and night change.

Sitting on the big blue stone, Gu Yu felt as if all the directions were in silence, with only one soul shining brightly. His whole body became more and more misty along with the nature of the world.

The wind blew and the clouds moved, and the sky light changed. I don't know how long it took, but I saw a light red color leaping on the distant horizon, like ink entering water, rendering and spreading, and soon soaked half of the sky.

Gu Yu felt something in her heart, and immediately opened her mouth and spit out a stream of white air that was slightly richer than before. It was like a young snake flying in the air and lingering for a long time.

Then, he opened his mouth again, and the white air was swallowed back.

He repeated this process until the red sun rose in the east and the morning glow dissipated, and then he slowly opened his eyes. Looking up, he saw a vast sea of ​​clouds with glaze-colored refraction. Looking down, he saw thousands of cliffs competing for beauty, and layers of green mountains and forests. .

"call……"

He stood up and couldn't help but chuckle. He seemed to be in particularly good condition today.

The word "status" is very magical. It not only covers many physical conditions, but also includes mental factors such as whether you have sex in time, whether the posture of sex is correct, and whether you get professional blessings after sex.

When all these are OK, then it is called a good state.

Of course, Gu Yu is still single. What he means is that his cultivation is more meaningful, and he has a particularly full and fulfilling sense of pleasure.

Ya stood looking at the bluestone for a while, then turned and left.

The mountains were quiet, and most creatures were still sleeping peacefully. Only the early birds were catching food and insects. After walking for a while, he heard the rustling in the forest on the right, and the sound of "chirping" birds came again.

Turning around, I saw a black and purple tit with a pure white belly. The tit turned twice and then stopped on a branch.

"..."

He blinked, quietly walked over, and stood seven steps away, which was the maximum distance possible. Then he raised his arms and fluttered his loose sleeves.

laugh!

An invisible wave instantly enveloped Bird, and he felt as if a super-powerful water pump was hitting his body, and his poor spiritual energy dropped sharply in an instant.

Almost at the same time, the bird that was combing its feathers with its sharp beak suddenly stiffened and its eyes became very dull. But the next second, it was extremely happy, flapping its wings and jumping on the branches.

He talks so eloquently that he doesn't notice anything at all.

After a few breaths, the illusion disappeared. The bird was confused again, looking back and forth, doubting everything about its life.

"Well, it's a little better..."

Gu Yu observed it for a moment and got an idea, so he walked down the mountain leisurely.

The illusion can only be performed based on the seven emotions and six desires. Animals don't have so many emotions, but they still have basic joy, anger, and fear. After I got this thing, I have been scratching my head because I have no place to experiment.

You can find someone to come over and do a monthly reading. If you kill him, he will tell you that you are a membrane mage. Unless you are very, very close to him... well, it is not safe. After all, it is too scary.

So, the little animals on the mountain suffered a lot, but fortunately, he didn't cast a big fear spell.

At about seven o'clock, Gu Yu returned to Fenghuangji. Before he got home, he turned directly to the Fang family's yard. The couple was nervously packing stationery for their children, but Fang Qing was sitting on the kang, and Miamia was eating breakfast, extremely calm.

.

When she saw Gu Yu coming in, she immediately put down her bowls and chopsticks, rushed over and said, "Brother, I thought you weren't coming."

"How could I not come for such a big event? Are you ready?" he asked with a smile.

"Uh, I'm ready..."

The little girl glanced at the corner of her eyes and pointed at her parents who were still busy working, looking quite helpless.

"Oh……"
Chapter completed!