Chapter 208 Hidden selfishness?

"As expected of the Ten Thousand Miles Wilderness Tiger Demon, this bloodline... I'm afraid it has a great origin!"

In the sacrificial furnace, Mo Chuan sat cross-legged behind the table, looking at the purple lightning dancing on his fingertips, his eyes flickering, and he couldn't stop thinking.

Xiaoyunshanjun is limited by his Taoism. Although he has awakened the power of purple thunder, he cannot use it as he wishes.

But he is different. He already has a three-level Taoist practice and has the help of boarding and copying. Naturally, this purple thunder can move like an arm.

"No wonder the Heavenly Demon Taoist earned the title of Heavenly Demon Taoist after just four rounds of firing. He is well-deserved for the title of Heavenly Demon Taoist!"

Mo Chuan was amazed.

"It seems that the key to the Demonic Wheel is not cultivation, but blood. As long as the host's cultivation is strong enough and with the help of Ruyi, even a weak demon can awaken the power of blood."

"It's no wonder that Ran Yi's fish cultivation is extremely weak. At first, I thought it was a disaster because of the chain of branches and graves. Now it seems that it should be the result of Tianyao Taoist accidentally finding the ancient heritage and being overjoyed."

Mo Chuan sighed secretly, feeling both happy and scared at the same time.

Fortunately, his luck was astonishing, and all three monsters he filled were good.

However, as he walked, Mo Chuan frowned.

This made him feel good.

With excitement on his face, Zhike introduced Mo Chuan into the side hall, summoned the young monk to serve him tea, and then hurriedly apologized and left.

"please!"

When the light in front of the hall dimmed, several monks in brown clothes stepped inside.

After eight hundred years of cultivation, can it still be a piece of paper?

"Amitabha, please forgive me, fellow Taoist, because I am ill and cannot see you. However, my fellow Taoist has a special status, so of course it doesn't matter. Please——"

Mo Chuan pursed his lips and his voice was hoarse:

"Why did the mage...enter the well?"

"The master's words can deceive others, but they can't deceive poor people. Is it worth it to get a few days earlier?"

The leader is none other than Master Shen Zong, the current abbot of Shuanglong Temple. Although he has ascended to the position of abbot, he still looks quite abstinent in his old brown clothes.

I thought: What does this old bald donkey Shen Quan mean?

Poor Taoist Baba comes to your door, but you don't even see him?

It would be fine to say that he has not returned from thousands of miles of wilderness, but looking at Mansi's reaction, it is obvious that he has returned.

"I have admired you for a long time!"

Without a master to guide him, he relied on intuition in many places. Now that he suddenly discovered the true meaning of the Yin Fu Demon Wheel, he naturally had mixed feelings in his heart.

Then, under the leadership of Master Shen Zong, they walked deep into Shuanglong Temple.

This is not the point, the point is:

——The direction of this trip is clearly towards the backyard of Shuanglong Temple where the double well is hidden!

Sure enough, not long after, after the group crossed an arch, a lonely pair of eyes came into view.

Mo Chuan remained unmoved, with a hint of sadness in his eyes.

Master Shen Zong stopped and made a gesture of invitation.

Along the way, the architectural styles have changed several times, old and new. It can be seen that Shuanglong Temple has also expanded several times to reach its current scale.

"It only takes two or three days to dig a well nearby."

Two dragon corpses can still be seen floating at the bottom of the well.

"The flowing clouds are in a hurry to find their home, and the pagoda has stood for eternity! The poor monk has made a few days earlier, and the people can live a hundred more lives. Saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. The poor monk has established the merit of the eternal pagoda in a few days, Tao

Why should my friend be sad?"

When I reached the mouth of the well, I looked down and saw rippling water in the deep well that was supposed to be dry.

"Amitabha, may I ask my friend how to call him?"

Mo Chuan stood up and returned the greeting with his hands, his face already a bit cold, and he went straight to the point: "May I ask if Master Shenquan is here?"

"Does the mage recognize Pindao?"

Or is it that Master Shenquan was deposed for exchanging mind relics for Dharma without authorization?

He turned around and cupped his hands to Shen Zong and others and said: "I want to discuss scriptures and Taoism with Master Shenquan, and I hope that all the masters will do it."

Mainly because he didn't expect Xiaoyunshanjun to be so efficient. In just a few hours, Kemao's incense was wiped out.

Shen Zong turned around and made a respectful gesture.

After Mo Chuan finished offering incense, he was greeted by an acquaintance, who put his palms together, announced something, and asked polite questions.

The head hesitantly raised his head, and when he saw Mo Chuan, his eyes immediately showed surprise, and he quickly stood up and put his palms together to salute:

"Amitabha, it is said that what you learn on paper will eventually lead to shallow enlightenment. You know that you have to practice it. The poor monk consciously mastered the art of drinking water. Unexpectedly, when he actually used it, he realized that it was mysterious and abnormal. He wanted to ask a Taoist friend for advice, but he didn't want to

My fellow Taoist appeared in front of me, and I was really...overjoyed."

Although he couldn't guess why Shuanglong Temple allowed the monsters to compete for incense?

To be on the safe side, it's better to come and say hello.

On a log, a head with ring scars illuminates the deep well.

Shen Zong and others heard the elegant meaning of Xiange, immediately clasped their hands in return, said goodbye and left.

As far as the eye can see, we can see that the buildings on both sides of the street are becoming more and more abandoned, and there are not only a few whose roofs have collapsed.

Although it almost failed, the final result was good after all.

"How dare Shuanglong Temple deny the Taoist Priest's name? Taoist Priest, please come here!"

Not long after, the sound of dense footsteps was heard outside the side hall.

"Xiaoyunshanjun is so rampant that I'm afraid Shuanglong Temple will be harmed. I'd better go to Shuanglong Temple to say hello!"

Master Shenquan laughed and sighed, unable to hide the proud look on his face.

When Mo Chuan saw this, he trembled all over and looked at Master Shen Zong in astonishment.

That’s not right, you have already retired to the abbot’s position, how can you depose him?

"The Chengye River has been dry for more than ten days. There is no time to delay."

"Haha, to be honest, when the poor monk saw the Dragon Pill, he was overjoyed and came in! Everyone in the world said that the Dragon Pill has endless magical effects. The poor monk tried it himself. It was true. One Dragon Pill helped the poor monk achieve a breakthrough.

After a thousand years of Taoism, you can achieve enlightenment! Unfortunately, the yin and yang of the Purified Water Vase are eroding, and only five hundred years of three thousand years of Taoism are left. What a pity, what a pity."

Mo Chuan's thoughts changed and he quickly left the sacrificial furnace and headed to Shuanglong Temple.

"I am a poor man, Mingchen, who came from thousands of miles away from the wilderness. I came here specifically to visit Master Shenquan. I hope to let you know." Mo Chuan said politely.

Mo Chuan frowned, leaning against the sacrificial furnace, he walked out of the side hall with his head held high.

Shenquan's understanding is astonishing. With his talent, it is only a matter of time before he can cultivate Taoism for a thousand years, so why use the external power of the Dragon Pill?

So much so that when I stepped into Shuanglong Temple, I was smiling, and it was rare for me to step into the main hall and offer three sticks of incense.

Mo Chuan's eyes flickered, he pursed his lips, and his steps were like lead and mercury. It took him a while before he took steps towards the extremely familiar pair of wells.

Master Shenquan’s tone was relaxed, as if he was at ease among the witnesses.

"The Taoist Master is the master of Wanchao Cave?" Zhike was shocked when he heard this.

If he guessed correctly, behind the incense in Kemao and Yancheng, there must be a conniving figure in Shuanglong Temple.

Otherwise, you may regret it to death.

"Amitabha, poor Taoist Shen Zong, I have met fellow Taoist Mingchen!"

Mo Chuan was speechless, and there seemed to be an inexplicable generosity and tragedy growing in his heart.

Not long after, only Mo Chuan was left in the desolate backyard.

"Since the master knows the identity of the poor Shoushan Thunder King, why doesn't he know that he can summon the god of Shoushan Mountain and dig a deep well in a short time without any effort, so why bother to take risks himself?" Mo Chuan couldn't help but said.

"To be honest with you fellow Taoist, this poor monk is actually hiding his selfish motives."

"Oh?" Mo Chuan was shocked.
Chapter completed!