"I can do it, and you can do it if you follow me."
"What do you think?"
The burly man lowered his head and said nothing, his thoughts moving.
The old Taoist priest rubbed a few white hairs on the bridge of his nose and laughed and cursed: "You bastard, you've been waiting for half a year, so why rush?"
"Dantian, without the three-winged golden cicada in hand, I am really helpless."
"But I have to find a way to help him repair the thirty-six qi orifices that run through the whole body."
"You know, the Qi orifice is different from the Dantian. Once it is completely exhausted, there will be no way to cure it."
"If he misses this opportunity, not only his Qi will be ruined, but also his person."
With a playful look on his face, the old Taoist priest shook his shoulders, leaned over the counter and said, "There is an effect only if there is a cause, and the effect can also be divided into good and evil consequences."
"One day, he may not be able to return to the immortal world, even if he is just an ant at the lowest level."
"I am not Duan Ziqian. Before I try to complete the road of reincarnation, I have to leave a way out for myself."
"Xiao Buchong, Jiang Changnian, Qiao Wantang..."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, you can't get into trouble even if you haven't eaten fox meat."
"dont you agree?"
The burly man who was stunned on the spot immediately understood the profound meaning of the old Taoist priest's words, nodded happily and said: "Okay, I will help you find it."
The sound fell and people dispersed, disappearing without a trace.
The old Taoist priest was extremely bored and turned his attention to the thin young man again and said: "I mean Suning, after all you are the former Lord of Dragon and Phoenix and a direct disciple of Wuchen Immortal Palace."
"You're obviously in good condition, but you still pretend to be deaf and dumb in front of me all day long. Isn't it interesting?"
Rolling his eyes, he deliberately knocked on the counter and said loudly: "Hey, I'm talking to you."
"I am the one who saved you, I am your savior."
"If I don't ask you to cry and be grateful, what's your attitude?"
"Are you losing your conscience?"
The young man named Suning put down the thin broom in his hand and turned around panting: "Senior Mo, what do you want me to say?"
"I want to leave Nanting, will you agree?"
"I want to know your true purpose of saving me. Will you tell me?"
"I want to return to China and guard Taoshan Village for the rest of my life."
"I want to see my daughter-in-law in the demon world and my sister Dao Huo'er who was kidnapped by the demon half-blooded half-saint."
"I......"
With pain evident in his brows, he leaned against a simple shelf filled with medicinal materials and said, "You won't agree to anything I want."
"In that case, I might as well remain a mute. You, the old man, can be out of sight and out of mind, and you can still reward me with a bite of food."
Mo Zi Ao said depressedly: "Are you accepting your fate?"
Suning replied: "So what if I don't accept my fate? What else can I do now?"
Mo Zi Ao chatted for a while, rolled his eyes, and asked in a sly manner: "Well, it's just idle time, how about playing a game?"
"Three questions, you answer my three questions, and I'll answer your three questions."
"I swear by the law of heaven that I will never lie or deceive anyone."
Suning scoffed and responded silently.
Mo Zi Ao winked and said: "There is no limit to the questions. For example, you can ask me why I saved you."
Suning sneered: "I don't think you will answer."
Mo Zizi got angry, puffed his beard and glared, slapped the table and stood up and said: "I am the great uncle of Wen Dianshi and Duan Ziqian's equal. How can I go back on my words and not keep my word?"
