He kept saying that he didn't want to be cannon fodder.
Everyone thought you were going to be forced to become a pathfinder monk.
I didn't expect you to be so capable.
This is inevitably suspected of playing a double act with the little god.
It was because of his doubts that the little god's words could be elicited in a reasonable manner.
Everyone gradually began to look at the gray-robed Taoist with unkind eyes.
Many people even started to look at the descendant of Onibuchi with strange eyes.
Could this bastard also...
If that's the case, that's too shameless.
Lin Xi looked confused: "Why are you looking at me like this? I haven't said or done anything."
But after all, the reputation is too bad.
His words were mistaken for what he might do next.
Ever since, more and more angry looks were directed at him.
This made Lin Xi dumbfounded.
Sure enough, he has a bad reputation, and even if he occasionally does good deeds, he will be misunderstood.
Lin Xi sighed in her heart: The prejudice in people's hearts is a huge mountain.
Fortunately I'm a bad guy.
Prejudice is just prejudice.
It doesn't matter.
The rubbings taken out by the Taoist priest in gray clothes should also be some kind of treasure, which can easily imprint all traces, even Dao marks and spiritual power fluctuations.
There seems to be nothing on the rubbing, but if you feel it carefully, you can feel a mysterious and mysterious texture looming.
The little god took the rubbing, his pupils turned, and a terrifying divine light burst out.
It's obviously some kind of incredible supernatural power.
Just looking at that look is enough to scare people away.
The traces on the rubbings vaguely affect the world, and there is an incomparable aura that ordinary people cannot sense at all, but the higher the realm of people, the more frightened they are.
"Yes, it's true." Qin Zhao took a deep breath: "Other than a saint, who could leave such terrible traces? I wonder where this trace came from, fellow Taoist?"
The gray-robed Taoist replied: "What I found by chance on Snake Head Mountain in Cangwu Land was just a trace of footprints. It may not be of much significance, but I still imprinted it. I practice daily practice and feel it carefully, and I can gain some insights.
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When you reach the level of a saint, every move you make will lead to the great road of heaven and earth.
This is completely unconscious.
So even if it is just a footprint, it is a priceless treasure to other monks.
"Snake Head Mountain." Qin Zhao nodded slowly.
"Is it useful?"
"Of course it is useful. If we can know where the saint has been, we can to a large extent calculate the approximate scope of the holy site."
The gray-robed Taoist silently took back the rubbings.
This is also a rare good thing for him.
The little god doesn't care, it's enough to know where the saint's footprints appear.
"A fellow Taoist has already provided a clue." Little God Lord Qin Zhao said: "I wonder if there are other fellow Taoists who have found any clues?"
Then, a seemingly ordinary young man walked out from the crowd. He had an unassuming aura. He was probably a casual cultivator with an unknown reputation.
Not many people present knew him.
"I seem to have found something that may be useful." The man took out half of a torn page. The page was almost weathered and full of traces of time.
The Little God Lord Qin Zhao could not help but be moved after the appraisal: "The Saint's Notes!"
Everyone was shocked.
If it is really written by a saint, even if it is just half a piece of paper, it will be a priceless treasure, and it will even attract the fusion monks to compete for the treasure.
"No, it shouldn't be." The man shook his head: "It's just a copy."
The little god calmed down, carefully observed the handwriting on the remaining pages, and breathed a sigh of relief: "It is indeed just a copy. Although there are traces of the Tao, there is no Tao charm. But the person who copied it is also an unusual monk, and still
It is a treasure of extremely high value. I wonder where fellow Taoist got it?"
"I accidentally found it in the ancestral hall of a mortal family. It is said to have been passed down from ancestors. The words on it are all the marks of the great road, and mortals cannot understand them at all."
"Those mortals didn't understand the value, but I exchanged it for a spiritual weapon." The man said.
Many people looked at the man with envy and jealousy.
The ancestors of this mortal family must have once been a powerful cultivating family, but later fell into decline, otherwise it would be impossible to possess such an unusual treasure.
I can only say that luck is really hard to say.
This is the opportunity that belongs to this man.
Even if it is a copy of the saint's handwriting, it also contains the great truth, and if you have access to the pages left by the saint, the copyist must be great.
This half of a broken page can be said to be a treasure for improving one’s understanding of the great path.
And it was actually exchanged for only one spiritual weapon.
"This is also very useful, thank you fellow Taoist." The little god Qin Zhao got the location of the mortal family: "The place where the traces of saints leave the most frequent traces must be the real holy land."
Fairy Qingyan also stood up.
From the ancient local folk songs, she analyzed that tens of thousands of years ago, there was indeed a very amazing god-man here who killed evil spirits, destroyed the demon emperor, and finally achieved enlightenment and became an immortal.
Of course, attaining enlightenment and becoming an immortal is largely acquired.
Folk songs cannot be trusted, but folk songs are not completely false.
Because many local legends and stories are often added to it and are passed down by word of mouth, there may be serious deviations, but there are definitely some parts that are true.
"In the folk song, the god should stay in the southwest area of Cangwu Land for a long time." Fairy Qingyan said.
Qin Zhao was a little surprised: "This is indeed very valuable information."
Sure enough, working together is always better than working alone.
Just as a few people's clues converged, a clear goal gradually began to emerge.
Soon, those who had the clues no longer kept it secret and contributed the clues they found.
Many of them may be useless, but no one can be sure that even the smallest clues may have a huge effect.
Those who have not found any clues can only helplessly watch others piece together the clues.
Of course, the number of people who actually find the clues is destined to be a minority.
There were no more than twenty people in total.
There were more than 300 monks participating in the Immortal Association.
There are probably tens of thousands of monks who came to Cangwu Land because of this incident.
If you can find clues, you are either lucky, or you are really careful and have extraordinary means, so you can find the things left by the saint.
I really can't envy this kind of thing.
As fewer and fewer people contributed clues, more and more eyes fell on Lin Xi.
Many people are confused.
Didn’t the descendants of Guiyuan get any clues?
"Are there any fellow Taoists willing to share their clues?" Little God Lord Qin Zhao asked.
Of course I got silence.
Anyone with clues would have already told me.
Of course Lin Xi didn't say anything.
Everyone was really surprised.
He really didn't have any clues.
I originally thought that the descendant of Onibuchi was so despicable and shameless that he would definitely incite everyone, so he took out the clues and hid in the back, waiting for others to take the risk for him.