Mist filled the courtyard, and the wind lifted the grass curtain.

Mo Chuan suddenly stood up, stretched out his hand and held it in the air, pulled out the evil-fighting sword, and held it in his hand.

He walked to the door, lifted the curtain with the tip of his sword, and peered out of the courtyard through the gap.

Everywhere I looked, I was horrified.

But in the small courtyard, there were more than ten yellow-crowned Buddhist disciples standing.

If you look closely, you will see that he knows several of these good guys.

——Taoist priest Yigan, Chong Xuzi, Abbot Tianbao, Taoist Miaozhan...

Seeing the raised door curtain, the Yigan Taoist priest in the courtyard cupped his hands and said, "Fellow Taoist, I'm disturbing you late at night!"

Seeing this, Mo Chuan simply pulled out the curtain, stepped into the courtyard, and returned the greeting with his hands raised: "May I ask fellow Taoists, why are you visiting this place late at night?"

Taoist priest Yi Qian said: "At the foot of Xinghuan Mountain, in front of Tonghuan Temple, apart from the Exiled Palace of Immortals, I am afraid there is nothing worth waiting for me to come here late at night."

Mo Chuan said: "I am afraid that you are looking for the wrong person. I just arrived today. Although I was determined to find that fairy fate, the opportunity did not come and I got nothing."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chong Xuzi, the most irritable person in the crowd, stepped out from the crowd, pointed at Mo Chuan from a distance, and angrily said:

"You're covered in yellow skin and smells bad, but you want to hide it from the Jade Dragon Talisman?"

"I won't cry until I see the coffin. Take a good look at what this is?"

Another unknown Taoist priest stood up.

He raised a red-painted gourd and pulled out the stopper. A wisp of brown dust slowly flowed out. Immediately, a fishy smell amplified by some kind of magic rushed towards his face.

——This thing is obviously mixed with mud and sand from Huang Buyu’s blood.

When Mo Chuan saw this scene, his face darkened, and he sighed inwardly, people's thoughts really change three times a day.

In the morning, Taoist Yiqian also advised Taoist Miaozhan not to compete for immortality.

Unexpectedly, all parties have joined forces to surround him at night.

Taoism in the world should not be underestimated!

"Fellow Taoist, what do you mean? With a few wisps of inexplicable sand, you want to falsely accuse me of being a poor Taoist with a red mouth and white teeth? It's really a green bamboo snake's mouth, a wasp's tail with a needle! I think you are robbing the house under the guise of immortality. The reality of robbery?!"

Mo Chuan was furious and sarcastic.

"you--"

Several Taoist priests were furious.

However, the old Taoist Yi Qian raised his arm, interrupted his colleague's movements, and said in a deep voice:

"Only the virtuous people live in the Immortal Family. If I guessed correctly, the Immortal Family's opportunity is the mansion of the Heavenly Demon Taoist two hundred years ago. It is said that the Heavenly Demon Taoist used the Yin Talisman Demon Wheel to rule the whole party, and also used the technique of spraying. , a weird moment!”

"As long as you hand over the Heavenly Demon Taoist Jade Hut, we will let you leave. From now on, the Heavenly Demon Dao will be divided into two parts. Not only can you use it openly, but you don't have to worry about others prying at you. Isn't that wonderful?"

Mo Chuan looked at this scene and felt as if he had seen it before.

Yes, they were so sinister and taunted Yanzhen.

It’s really evil!

The old Taoist possessed by Yanzhen encountered difficulties from them;

Now that he has come in person, they are making things difficult for him again?

Why, is this a conflict between the eight characters?

Or is it a mismatch in fate?

"hehe……"

Mo Chuan smiled: "I don't have the Immortal Fate, so how can I hand it over? I can't just make random accusations, right?"

“Don’t give a toast and be punished with a drink!”

"Why are you talking nonsense with him? Wu Na demon, look at the sword!"

All the yellow-crowned Buddhist disciples in the courtyard could not sit still.

One of the Taoist priests made a secret with both hands, and a flying sword made a "whoosh" sound, and shot out, shining like a thunderbolt!

"Amitabha!"

Another Buddha's name was heard, and a golden demon-killing and demon-killing seal appeared in the air, wandering around and suppressing it.

"The Thunder Goddess, the Thunder God, has magical powers that can be unleashed quickly, as quickly as the law dictates!"

The rolling dark clouds instantly covered the sky and the stars, and streaks of thunder flashed and twisted in it, turning into electric snakes and turning the rivers and seas upside down.

All of this is said slowly, but in fact it happens all at the same time in an instant.

All the yellow-crowned Buddhas in the courtyard seemed to have a clear understanding of each other, and they chose to act at the same time, and all kinds of majestic gestures appeared. It was so shocking!

The sky and the earth are silent, and the noise is like thunder.

When the lightning fell, the Buddha's seal was also photographed in the air.

There are even magic swords chasing thunder and lightning, and the stars are rushing towards him, intending to kill Mo Chuan Xiang's head.

"Ah--"

Facing this horrifying scene, Mo Chuan raised a sneer on his lips, and his figure suddenly faded away.

The moment he left, he heard a faint voice shouting: "...Stop!"

There are even thousands of curse seals shooting out.

Mo Chuan was surprised... Did he meet a knight? Or was he trying to steal something from someone else?

Before his thoughts fell, he had already returned to the real world.

The endless hustle and bustle also quietly receded at this moment, like a realistic illusion.

Mo Chuan put away his evil sword, sat down on the sofa, looked at the ceiling chandelier, and let his thoughts wander.

I still have too little experience in the arena.

In other words, the three thousand avenues are as complicated as sand.

A lot of experience has no effect at all in the face of the mysterious and unpredictable magic of magical passages.

This can be understood by referring to the several Taoist techniques he has mastered.

It's a pity that Taoist Priest Mingchen's vest can no longer be used.

Fortunately, he masters the art of spraying, so it is not difficult to change his appearance.

"Dong dong dong..."

While his thoughts were wandering, Mo Chuan was awakened by a rapid knock on the door.

Mo Chuan was startled and glanced at the clock.

It's past eleven o'clock at night.

Who will come to him at this time?

Delivering the wrong takeout, or sending warmth from the community?

Mo Chuan rubbed his face, stood up and walked to the door. He glanced at the door through the peephole, and his expression suddenly became strange.

"Crack!"

He opened the door and saw a frail girl standing outside.

She is about twenty-eight years old, with delicate facial features, an appearance like a royal queen, and a face like a Chu girl.

Xu was running all night long, dripping with sweat, and the steam made her pretty face as pink as jade, and her hair was wet and plastered to her forehead, almost like hibiscus coming out of clear water.

Even in the dark night, it can't hide the charming and charming temperament that I feel pity for.

She was wearing simple coarse linen clothes, and her clothes were ragged, revealing skin as white as snow.

"Sir, can you save the little girl? My cruel father is forcing me to marry Yuan Liu as his concubine. If the little girl doesn't agree, he will beat me to death!"

When the girl saw Mo Chuan, her tears couldn't stop flowing and her whole body was shaking like a quail.

"Come in quickly, come in and talk later!"

Hearing this, Mo Chuan quickly stepped aside to get out of the way.

"Thank you, Master, for taking me in!"

The woman looked happy and stepped forward.

The moment he passed by Mo Chuan, the narrow door frame inevitably caused the two people's bodies to come into contact.

The woman's expression suddenly turned shy, and a blush spread from her neck to her cheeks.

Then……

Her legs walked into the living room, and her upper body fell to the ground. Only her head was still suspended in the air shyly.

Because her hair was held in Mo Chuan's hand.

"Son..."

The next second, the girl's face froze, and her beauty suddenly turned pale!

"My wife didn't come from a thousand years ago."

Mo Chuan grinned, his eyes cold.

Upon hearing this, the girl's head suddenly twisted and turned into a hideous and grotesque snake head, and the hair that Mo Chuan was holding suddenly turned into standing snake scales.

As the girl changed, the familiar living room around her quickly faded away.


Chapter completed!