After all, the cat demon wanted his soul, so there was no reason to waste elixirs and elixirs to save his life.

The so-called merit masters are believers who donate money and property.

"Yes, Lord God, come with me."

At noon, the forest suddenly suffered a disaster, and you could see the sword light blazing, branches and leaves falling, and ancient trees collapsing.

Han Mancang was stunned and quickly said: "Pintao's disciple once mentioned it, but Pindao was obsessed with cultivating Taoism and never asked about it."

Mo Chuan didn't watch the Three Scenery Sword show off its power, but instead turned to look at Zhao Bujuan.

Thinking of this, Mo Chuan subconsciously looked at Zhao Bulang. While he was surprised, it also seemed a bit natural.

"Oh, I gave him the hope of asking for immortality. Even if it fails, it can still be passed on to the family. He has no reason to refuse."

He spent five days cooking the ingredients required for the Huan Tong Dan one by one, and another day to synthesize the first batch of pills.

"Immortality? Haha... It's so stupid to even sell your sword for an illusory thing!"

Two in total.

"Heart disease? Lord God, so many villagers' nightmares cannot be caused by heart disease, right?" Lin said.

When Han Mancang saw Mo Chuan's refusal and seemed to be mocking him, he quickly spoke frankly.

It's not that the mind has been severely damaged, but that the end is approaching.

On the other hand, Han Mancang earned great fame with his spiritual sword, and later used his spiritual sword in exchange for opportunities on the road. During this period, his luck was only due to Mo Chuan, who was offering sacrifices to the Taoist furnace, and he had a balanced mentality.

"Tell me more carefully."

To be honest, Han Mancang, who has been trained in the dyeing industry, is a worldly person and has a perseverance, which makes him a top talent.

When Han Mancang saw this, he quickly confessed and finally said no more.

In fact, the cat demon's several comments also support this point.

Zhao Bulang chuckled foolishly. He had already anticipated the current situation and was mentally prepared.

"A certain person practiced swordsmanship all his life. After the year of Dancing Elephant, he never lost again. Now at the peak of his career, he was defeated by the Ghost Shadow Sword. A certain person was convinced of his defeat...but he was unwilling to accept it. Why did Senior Han abandon the sword and practice Taoism?"

Even so, he didn't find anything unusual in this mansion!

He talked about a lot, from the experience of worshiping and fighting, to the rules of Taoism, to the struggle between Taoism and Buddhism, and even hundreds of schools of thought and heresy... Han Mancang was stunned for almost the whole night.

Mo Chuan looked at his family's appearance and decided to use Fei Niu to avoid the epidemic.

"I see. Since you are a good believer and have offered incense, you should take a look. Mr. Lin, please lead the way?"

Zhao Bulang's first reaction was disbelief.

…

"The poor Taoist heard that there was a meritorious master who was born evil in his family, so he offered incense to pray for peace. Is this possible?" Old Taoist Fuluan asked straight to the point.

There are many incense sticks that can last forever with just a little maintenance!

At this time, Han Mancang had already dismissed his servants, held a banquet with wine, and was waiting for the arrival of the Immortal Chief.

However, looking at the scholar's patched appearance, I couldn't bear it, so I simply played a ray of Yuan Qi to keep him energetic and not weighed down by his body.

After saying that, he stretched out his hand to grab the Sanjing Sword, sheathed the sword, turned around and left.

Han Mancang's thirty-one swords hurt his internal organs, and there was no medicine or stone to save them!

"hehe……"

The branches and leaves are swaying and the water is gurgling.

In the courtyard, there are still remnants of the Taoist altar.

Looking from a distance, the grass and trees are shaking, like thousands of troops approaching!

After settling the cause and effect of the Three Scenery Sword, Mo Chuan's life returned to peace.

Mo Chuan refused again, his tone already colder.

Naturally, it cannot be wasted carelessly.

After a thousand thoughts, Zhao Bulang came to terms with himself, took out a money bag from his arms and handed it over.

"Why is the Ghost Shadow Sword in your hand?"

Zhao Bugui and Mo Chuan visited Hanjiazhuang late at night as agreed.

Not surprisingly, the red pheasant was surprised and delighted by this.

"It's hard to say that he's successful. After all, Han Mancang is only sixty years old, and he's just trying to sell him a hope of immortality." Mo Chuan shook his head.

A sleepless night.

"No wonder the Huangguan Buddhist disciples around me returned without success. The evil spirits here are either heart diseases or serious evils." Old Taoist Fuluan said in a deep voice.

Time flies, and the years pass.

Fuluan Laodao walked around underground and finally appeared in a side room, with a trace of surprise in his eyes.

"I don't have much time at this time, so I would like to ask the Taoist Priest to do me a favor. If I pass by Hanjiazhuang in the future, please send me a message, saying that the cat demon is dead, don't worry. I can give you some money as a reward. I hope the Taoist Priest will not

To despise it.”

But a dying person prays devoutly to the gods and Buddhas.

Zhao Buquan said weakly, with a hint of unwillingness and grievance in his tone.

"Impossible! Han Mancang treasures this sword very much. Someone once joked that this sword is too old and offered him a thousand-gold sword, but he sternly refused. How could he change the sword?"

But Mo Chuan just didn't want to accept him.

The old Taoist Fuluan is no longer Wu Xia Ameng, and when he sees this, he follows suit every step of the way.

"Little old man Meng Lang, please forgive me."

"I am a poor Taoist who seeks the Tao with all his heart and has no distractions. I hope my Taoist friends will understand."

Mo Chuan cupped his hands in congratulations, thinking of Zhao Bujuan for no reason.

Pieces of talisman paper are pasted on the lintel and high wall to soothe people's hearts, which is better than nothing.

If you ask why?

"Immortal?!!"

Han Mancang was a mature man. Seeing that Mo Chuan was in a good mood, he wanted to pay his respects to him.

Mo Chuan, who witnessed the tragedy of the world, was filled with sadness and simply retreated to practice alchemy.

The Sanjing Sword suddenly turned back and hovered beside Mo Chuan, buzzing and trembling, as if asking, has he seen it?

Mo Chuan pursed his lips and was speechless. There was silence all around. He shook his head and sighed:

"The majestic spirit and pure talent, the celestial talent and talent are outstanding, and it's hard to tell them apart when they come down to earth!"

Only half of his soul is left, and he can't live for a moment.

It is not difficult to refine the rejuvenating elixir, but the difficult part is that the elixir is rare.

"...Xianjia Flying Sword!"

The meaning of Mr. Lin's words is very obvious. This person is just a temporary supporter.

"In fact, the layman was not defeated by Han Mancang, but was defeated by the Ghost Shadow Sword, because this sword is a spiritual sword that seizes the creation of heaven and earth. If you fight it with human power, even if you lose, it will be an honor!"

Sure enough, as soon as he followed the incense and escaped to the clay statue of the Lord God, he saw Mr. Lin standing aside and said respectfully: "Lin Duolie, a common man, pays homage to the Lord God!"

He was too lazy to run away, so he simply sent Fuluan Taoist for a walk.

Everything is fate, nothing is up to you.

This is said to be a mansion, but it is actually that of a local squire. The house is a mixture of brick and stone, and it looks particularly bright and bright against the surrounding mud walls and thatched roof.

He couldn't say he was ugly, but when he rejected Han Mancang, the figure of Zhao Buman flashed subconsciously in his mind.

Seeing this, Mo Chuan reached out and took it: "What the layman said, I will definitely bring it to you."

On February 11th, a stick of incense blew on my face.

It feels so heart-wrenching that others abandon the realm that you can’t get but others abandon it at will!!!

"Forget it! He is just a martial arts swordsman, so how can he be qualified to fight for the sword? Maybe his sword has reached its peak and there is no hope of further improvement. It is reasonable to give up the sword and practice."

As soon as the words fell, there was a sword cry, a cold light suddenly appeared, and the Sanjing Sword made a "whoosh" sound and shot into the deep forest.

Mr. Lin bowed his hands in greeting, and then turned into a line of blue smoke and disappeared beneath the surface of the earth.

"yes!"

Mr. Lin was shocked when he heard this and quickly left the side room.

Fuluan Taoist looked around, carefully inspected it, and after making sure that no one was prying, he chanted the name of the ancestor in a low voice.

…

At the same time, next to Old Taoist Fuluan, an old Taoist in purple robe sat cross-legged, with lowered eyebrows and lowered eyes, looking at ease, as if he was a true immortal!
Chapter completed!