There are only five elders in the Tianfu Sect, and now one of them has died. Couldn't a poor Taoist also be able to play as an elder?
Well, I heard that elders can give priority to selecting ten best cauldrons every year, and those women are all stunning!
"Senior Brother Liu, where should we start checking first?" Taoist priest surnamed Li saw the sad look on his face and despised him for no reason.
Are you pretending too much? No wonder the brothers and sisters who come into contact with you say you are hypocritical. It is only reasonable that you should be angry and anxious at this time!
Brother Liu shook his head and smiled bitterly: "The rain has wiped out all traces, but I recently asked the master to help me refine a set of magic weapons, so I just happened to give it a try."
After all, I took out only something similar to a 2B pencil and yellow paper from the storage bag.
"This is?" Junior Brother Li asked in confusion, "I wonder what the magic weapon of this set has?"
Senior Brother Liu replied in a deep voice: "This is what mortals call the Pen Immortal. Come on, Junior Brother, please stretch out your right hand."
I'm fooled, even if you are perfunctory, don't do this, okay? We are both monks, even if this immortal is really good, the lonely souls will be frightened to death by your and my Yang Qi before they can come.
Junior Brother Li's face turned even more bitter, but he obeyed and stretched out his right hand, holding the fingers of Senior Brother Liu with the back of his hand.
"Junior brother, I don't know. This magic weapon is one of the few successful works of my master. After all, my Tianfu Sect majors in Talisman and Seal Writing, and has little knowledge in the art of weapon refining. The name of this set of magic weapons is called the Yingguang Lotus. You can follow the instructions
The scene from a few hours ago was restored on the spot.”
After hearing Senior Brother Liu's explanation, Taoist priest surnamed Li relaxed his tone. After Senior Brother Liu explained, he recited the instructions silently, and the pencils in their hands began to draw random sketches on the yellow paper.
At first, Taoist priest surnamed Li was skeptical. This damn thing looked just like the pen fairy I played with when I was a kid! But then, a shocking scene appeared.
I saw that the random lines on the yellow paper were gradually connected together, and an image that vaguely resembled Meng Linzi was slowly outlined with a pencil!
There are three paintings in total. The first one shows Meng Linzi confronting a very tall bald man, and Meng Linzi is cut into pieces.
The second picture shows Meng Linzi commanding six warriors to defeat the bald man, while he himself is sitting on the ground meditating.
There are no characters in the third picture, only a tree is left, and there is a kitten standing in front of the tree?
"Infinite Heavenly Lord, senior brother, I can understand the first two paintings on my own, but what is the meaning of the last painting? I would like to ask senior brother to clarify."
You ask me who the hell am I going to ask? If you have nothing to do, you can just run around with me. No wonder you have a sad face and a miserable face. How can life be beautiful with such a bad mind? Senior Brother Liu rolled his eyes secretly, thought for a moment and said: "No!
The first two paintings were sketches, how did the last one become symbolic?"
Junior Brother Li nodded and agreed: "Could it be that Junior Uncle Menglinzi was poisoned by a kitten and a tree..." At the end of the sentence, he remained silent. If he speculated like this, he could write fantasy novels.
Come on! Otherwise, there is no such nonsense.
The Taoist surnamed Liu liked to change his face the most, so he couldn't help but said sternly: "Junior brother, don't make any guesses. Judging from these three paintings, the uncle used the divine general talisman and a top-level substitute talisman. The top-level substitute talisman was taken with him when he went out.
With two pieces, the person who attacked Uncle Master at least got the Divine General Talisman in his hands. As long as he uses it, we can rely on our unique skills to catch the murderer in an instant!"
"Sneeze!" Wang Zhuo suddenly woke up from his sleep and sneezed. When he opened his eyes, he saw several skinny mixed-race Pekingese, staring at him eagerly.
Wang Zhuo smiled and said: "Hi! Have you eaten?"
Several Beijing dogs were stray dogs, and they were very excited to come to the territory to look for food today. A heavy rain extinguished their enthusiasm.
The corners of the mouths of the Beijingers twitched when they thought about the dry rice thrown away by humans and turned into gruel.
Forget it, for breakfast, it would be better if there are meat buns and some pickles!
When they arrived at the territory, the Beijingers were furious and their blood was boiling!
A kitten was sleeping soundly under the homemade shed.
Paralysis is a skill that none of us know how to do, but you, a big cat, can do it?
The eyes of all the Beijingers were directed towards the leader behind them.
The leader was a lame and skinny Jingba. Seeing the anger and hesitation in the eyes of his younger brothers, the leader nodded.
"It's okay, let's see what my brother does."
The leader walked to the front and was about to touch Wang Zhuo with his paw when Wang Zhuo woke up.
Cats, dogs, and humans don't understand each other's languages, but the leader understood every word the kitten in front of him said.
Once upon a time, its owner held the food in his hand and said warmly: "Eat!"
It has been well trained, and it raises its forelimbs like a conditioned reflex, bends its two paws, and thanks its owner with innocent eyes.
MB! Lost the dog!
The leader Jingba's forelimbs fell to the ground, and the dog's face turned red under the hair mixed with mud.
Deliberately not looking at the shocked men behind him, the leader bit Wang Zhuo without saying a word.
A dog that bites does not bark, which is an apt description of the leader.
Wang Zhuo was furious. I haven't even mentioned making a pot of dog meat to replenish the kidneys, but how dare you commit suicide!
He raised his limbs and his figure quickly disappeared from the eyes of the leader of Jingba. The leader was stunned, stopped and looked around.
Do I fuck him? Am I hallucinating from hunger?
The leader felt the wind on the back of his neck, and a chill spread from the bottom of his heart to his whole body.
He turned back to look at the boys with questioning eyes, and they all said they had not seen the cat.
"It's okay! Let's see what my brother does!"
This skinny Jingba has some tricks up his sleeve to become the leader. He was chasing his tail, running around and around, while looking carefully in all directions.
Wang Zhuo stood behind a group of Pekingese cats, watching the leader's performance with great interest, a smile on the furry cat's face.
Then he turned and left.
He had more important things to do and was not in the mood to play with these stray dogs.
The small space coordinates provided by Tiger King are in the deepest part of the Daxingan Mountains, thousands of miles away from the county seat where Wang Zhuo is located.
We must arrive before the King Ginseng transforms. Otherwise, when the King Ginseng transforms successfully and defeats it, Wang Zhuo still has a chance of winning with the help of the divine general Fu Wangzhuo. But if the King Ginseng wants to run away, Wang Zhuo will probably do the same.
Nothing can be done.
Passing by two garbage disposal sites, Wang Zhuo randomly picked up some seemingly clean steamed buns amid the anger of a group of stray cats and dogs, and swallowed them while suppressing nausea.
He vowed once again that on the day he becomes a human, he will make the best meals with the best ingredients every day!
After eating the steamed buns, Wang Zhuo ran quickly along the county road towards Daxinganling.
For a whole week, Wang Zhuo traveled nearly a thousand miles. In addition to rushing, he found uninhabited places to enter the underworld and refine the evil spirits in the small hell. He had no time to practice. On the night of the seventh day, Wang Zhuo was covered in dust.
and tired, came to the depths of Daxinganling.
The human habitation and roads have disappeared from here. No matter how good the old hunter is, no matter how responsible the ranger is, few set foot here.
At this time, the first domestic Persian cat in thousands of years was welcomed into the dense forest.
Wang Zhuo jumped up a big tree at random, and was about to use the Heavenly Demon Art to restore his vitality that was about to be exhausted. Suddenly he felt something was wrong around him, and turned around suddenly, only to see a group of people that were probably similar to the skinny Jingba he saw before.
A large multicolored spider with 2816 red eyes on its back was looking at me coldly.