"That's a monster." Liusu, who had recovered to the point where he could easily identify monsters, couldn't wait to express: "I sensed monsters."
Qin Yi has always thought that sensing demonic energy is quite magical.
After the monsters transform, they are no different from humans, and there is no fishy smell of animals. Like Ye Ling Cheng Huang, they are all fragrant. One has a pleasant fragrance, and the other has a charming fragrance that titillates the heart. The two even have different fragrances. How on earth is this?
Identify those with evil spirits...
So I asked.
Liusu said angrily: "Who told you that you can smell it with your nose? Demons and humans have different cultivation bases, and the Qi generated by cultivation is naturally different. This is screened with spiritual consciousness, not the nose!"
"Then what kind of monster was that just now?"
"That's a kind of mouse, good food."
"Ingredients?"
"Yes, it tastes good, and after being transformed into it, it can also increase your lightning affinity. If it were Chenghuang's favorite food, she might have stewed it, so she had to dare to enter the demon city..."
"Why do I think this thing you are talking about is called Pikachu."
"what is that?"
While he was talking, the Taoist priest Qinghe had already arrived at the well surrounded by people. Qin Yi stopped distracting Liusu and squeezed in to look around.
This well is extremely deep, and most people cannot see the bottom. With Qin Yi's current eyesight, he can easily see that the bottom is dry. In this heavy rain weather, there is actually no accumulation of water below. You can see that some moisture is gradually absorbed at the bottom of the well.
If the groundwater has dried up, then it doesn’t mean that even the smelly ditches have lost their water... This is not a problem with the well, and "pipe dredging expertise" is probably meaningless.
Qin Yi's expression was a little solemn, and he felt that there was something underneath... something beyond the ordinary that was affecting everything.
Is it the rat's fault?
What’s the point of building a well?
At this time, the head of the family came out after hearing the news and smiled at Taoist Priest Qinghe: "I feel sorry for bothering Taoist Priest with trivial matters at home."
This is the king member... Qin Yi took a look and saw that he was an old man with an elegant face. He seemed to have some temperament, but he had a pair of triangular eyes and his face was not very good. Liusu didn't learn divination, so naturally he didn't learn physiognomy either.
, Qin Yi couldn't judge a book by its appearance, he took one look and looked away.
Na Taoist Master Qinghe stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Whether it is a blockage or the influence of some strange force, all I have to do is cast a spell to divert the water from the ground to flow, and the blockage will unblock and the force will dissipate. It's just a trivial matter."
Wang Yuanwai was overjoyed and said: "Then we have Taoist priest, and the remuneration will satisfy the Taoist priest."
"It's just for the sake of bringing peace and tranquility to the village. Why should I pay you in return?" Taoist Master Qinghe said sternly, "Please prepare a magical weapon."
"What kind of magic weapon does the Taoist priest need?"
"Black sandalwood case, ten thousand dollars of yellow paper, cinnabar peach wood, three hundred and sixty-five stars and lights in the courtyard..." Taoist priest Qinghe reported more than a dozen things all the way.
Mr. Wang's face turned green.
Qin Yi is stunned.
The technique that Liusu taught him never required these media or weird "dojos". One technique was all done, and only various corresponding items were needed to set up the formation. Of course, it is also understandable why others need media tools. In fact, it has nothing to do with
There is a reason why humans use tools. What they cannot do by themselves can be done with the help of tools.
I don’t know whether it is Taoist Qinghe’s own practice philosophy that is like this, or whether modern practice is different from ancient times, from placing more emphasis on oneself to relying more on external forces.
After working in the yard for a long time, the sky was already dark, and the heavy rain had stopped, leaving only a drizzle, which felt very comfortable on the face.
The dojo has been prepared, and lights are lit around it. Taoist Master Qinghe is holding a wooden sword, with seven stars under his feet, and is chanting something.
"Quick!" A sword thrust out, skewering the yellow paper flying in the air.
With a "bang", the yellow paper burned on its own, and there was a faint spiritual energy overflowing.
The onlookers cheered loudly.
"It's a bit of a real skill." Liusu commented: "It's just too stupid. The form is greater than the reality. A simple water diversion trick has been made more complicated than the life-sustaining trick. If people's practice today is like this, it's really
disappointing."
Following the words, there was a spiritual energy swirling in the well, and slowly, the groundwater could be seen to the naked eye overflowing upwards, like a whirlpool.
Taoist priest Qinghe pointed his hand towards the well and made an upward motion.
Groundwater surged out.
"The water came out of my fingers!" The servants were overjoyed.
Qin Yi was amazed by this sentence.
Taoist priest Qinghe retracted his fingers with great satisfaction. Just when he turned the wooden sword upside down and was about to finish the exercise, the water slowly fell down again silently and disappeared in front of everyone.
Taoist Priest Qinghe was stunned and quickly swung his sword.
"Bang!" There seemed to be an electric current exploding in the well, and finally a jet of water rushed up, spraying all over his face.
But there was no more sound in the well, and it became dry again.
"Pfft..." Liusu was overjoyed: "Interesting, interesting."
Qin Yi frowned.
There was a faint... desolate smell coming from the bottom of the well, just like in the desert.
There is obviously underground water, the water veins have not dried up, and it is still raining. How can it feel like a desert?
So what's going on with the current?
The Taoist Priest Qinghe looked disgraced and said sternly: "The monsters here are powerful. You can prepare more magical weapons besides the king. Tomorrow I will fight to the death with you!"
Qin Yi frowned and quietly retreated.
"Hey!" The housekeeper's sharp eyes caught a glimpse of Qin Yi who was about to run away, and suddenly shouted: "That boy, didn't you say you were here to clear the well? Why don't you go down and give it a try?"
To clear up your sister, do you want to go down the well to commit suicide?
Facing Taoist Priest Qinghe's gaze, which looked like a competitor, Qin Yi dusted off his clothes and said with a smile: "I have no choice but to tell the truth now. How can a young man know how to access a well? I just heard that Miss Wang is well-educated and sensible, so she came here."
one sight."
"Really?" There was a "dong dong dong" sound in the corridor. Not long after, a meat ball weighing more than three hundred kilograms rushed out and pushed Taoist Master Qinghe away: "Who wants to
see me?"
Qin Yi had already fled.
Even if you let Super Mario come over, you can't clear the tank barrel!
"What bad luck." Qin Yi closed his umbrella angrily, letting the drizzle hit his face, and walked towards the only lively place in the town at night.
That's a small inn.
As soon as he reached the door of the inn, he was stunned for a moment.
Inside, a fat man in yellow was sitting behind the counter, looking straight at the door.
That gaze was not looking at Qin Yi, but looking behind him.
Qin Yi turned around and saw that that was the direction of the Wang Yuan's palace. At this time, he could still see dots of lights. From this angle, the smoke rising from the lights gathered lightly, and it looked like a human figure from a distance.
…
And all the rainwater disappeared after passing through this human figure.
"The shopkeeper?" Qin Yi suddenly shouted: "Bring a pot of wine and two kilograms of cooked beef."
The face of the fat man in yellow trembled, and then he put on a philistine smile: "Sir, please sit down for a moment and you'll be fine."
Qin Yi randomly found a corner and sat down, watching the fat shopkeeper pouring wine, and smiled with interest: "What was the shopkeeper looking at just now?"
Then some drinkers squirted out their drinks, slapped the table and laughed, "Who knows that the shopkeeper admires Miss Wang and thinks about her day and night?"
Everyone in the inn burst into laughter, and the fat shopkeeper just laughed.
Qin Yi's eyes became more and more meaningful.
A monster in disguise, a strange well.
A seemingly failed spell turned into human-shaped smoke.
He said that he was fascinated by a tank. Regardless of whether others believe it or not, Qin Yi doesn't believe it...