MTL - I Am Immortal-Chapter 243 Fortune teller: I will count, I will count again!

  Chapter 243 Fortune teller: I will count, I will count again!

The grey-clothed fortune-teller's smile froze. The young Taoist had actually used the art of transformation to change his appearance, and he also had the Fox clan's unique method to cover up his breath. With his eyes closed, the bright and clear aura of the Daoist sect had been concealed. He has a handsome temperament, but these methods are useless in front of him!

  Because his spirit is too clear.

  The power of deduction is so strong that it directly overrides all means by relying on instinct alone.

   This thing can be seen at a glance.

   Clarity beyond compare.

  It’s just that at this time, the fortune teller’s memory only stays in the memory of ‘I’m a troublesome little Taoist priest’.

  ‘It’s a big one in Zhongzhou! '

  ‘Stay close to him, and the beast will be wretched! '

'leave. '

  If you unlock another layer of memory seal, you will get the following memory information—

  ‘This brat is from the Exorcism Academy. '

  ‘Chopped up Donghua’s dead embryo with his own hands. '

   and that sentence—‘near him, the beast will become extremely unhappy! ! '

  ‘It can lead to many diseases such as lumbar protrusion and severe knee pain! '

Therefore, the character of the gray-clothed fortune-teller will stop at this step, and will not continue to think. At this moment, he just feels his scalp tingling, and he just wants to turn around and run away, so as not to get involved with the killer of the exorcism courtyard. At this time, the monk next to him seemed to recognize the young Taoist in front of him.

   Slightly surprised.

  Qi Wuhuo closed his eyes.

At this moment, his primordial spirit has fallen into the qi tripod, his own qi is extremely restrained, and he is in the state where it is most difficult to see the state, but the primordial spirit is clear enough and keen enough to recognize the old man, so today it is only after playing the piano, let Xiao Pengcao went to help and delivered a message to the two.

  So the monk who was dragged in before is now happy to go.

  Mr. Huiyi, who was very interested in Qinyin Pavilion before, was downcast.

   He's been in that place for far too long.

  Finally, the old bald man is now on a break, so he won't be able to control him for a while.

   Then came out to 'see the world'.

  After the sound of a qin, the young man left with his qin on his back, and went to a quiet place, while the monk got up and went with him.

  Mr. Huiyi turned around, slowed down and walked quietly.

  Until a broad palm was pressed on his shoulder, the fortune teller froze, turned around, saw the monk looking at him peacefully, and said, "Where are you going?"

  The corner of the fortune teller's mouth twitched.

  He was picked up by the great monk with one hand, and he carried it slowly, then turned around and saluted with one hand to Xiao Pengcao who was finally willing to change into clean clothes, and said in a gentle voice, "Thank you, little friend."

  By the time the two of them arrived at the quiet room, the young man was already there.

   When they reunited elsewhere, it was natural that they would exchange pleasantries.

  Mr. Huiyi was extremely annoyed and dejected.

  He came out to see the world.

He is extremely curious about the Qinyin Pavilion, which has a tradition of six thousand years in the realm of the monster clan and claims to have gathered many peerless beauties from all spirits of the monster clan. Here, there are all kinds of ethnicities, and any aesthetics can be accepted. To be satisfied, of course, you can only rely on the music, this is a place to listen to the music and drink, and behind the Qinyin Pavilion there is a [immortal].

   Belongs to the top forces.

  Three flowers gather at the top, and one step further, it can directly open up the realm of the demon country.

  Under normal circumstances, no one dares to act blindly here.

   But his spirit hints that this place is not so safe—

  I thought there would be a fight.

Everyone knows that after the fall of the Great Sage of the Monster Clan and the Tiger Clan, another Demon King was born, and at this juncture, there is another old demon who has practiced for thousands of years and wants to advance to become a Great Saint. Come here, post widely, invite all heroes, and be extremely arrogant.

   Such a situation has attracted so many forces near a city, and there must be collisions and conflicts.

  Qinyin Pavilion is indeed a top power.

   Those who can be invited to participate in the ceremony of the Great Sage are all top forces.

   I am used to domineering everywhere, so it is strange that nothing happens.

That's why Mr. Huiyi brought the monk along, watched the beauty play the piano, and watched those guys fight, and by the way, he did things that the old bald donkey forbade him to do, as the most sensitive soul in the world Existence, if he wants to fight, no one in the world can compare to him.

  The monk is a guarantee of safety.

  But who knows, who knows, the crisis prompted by the spirituality is not fighting and confrontation at all, but this brat! !

  For God's mercy, why do you keep bumping into this little bull's nose? !

  Mr. Huiyi was annoyed in his heart and gritted his teeth.

   Unknowingly, it changed from the stinky bull nose of the original mantra to a little bull nose.

  The young Taoist also saw that the state of the monk in front of him was not right.

  In the past, when I got along with this great monk, I only felt peaceful and slow.

  At this moment, one can feel a kind of deep and majestic qi, surging in the body of this great monk.

  It seems to be suppressing something.

  The young Taoist pondered for a moment and asked calmly:

   "Did the master... encounter a demonic obstacle?"

  The monk's eyes were peaceful, he folded his hands together, and replied, "It's a demonic obstacle."

   "The farting demon, didn't you find that yourself?!"

Mr. Huiyi rolled his eyes and said cursingly: "It was he who killed the leader of the demons in the city during the robbery of Zhongzhou, and sucked their backhands, that evil spirit into his body, really, I'm not afraid Fall into the evil way by yourself, and then turn into a demon Buddha?"

  The great monk said gently: "The poor monk is afraid."

  The fortune teller said angrily: "So you ran to this remote place in Jinzhou, to the ruined temple in Jinzhou."

   "While copying Buddhist scriptures while waiting for myself to pass away after I can't suppress my demonic thoughts?"

   "Simply a madman."

   Fortune tellers chatter.

   Gritting his teeth, if it weren't for this matter, he would not have come to Jinzhou, and he would not have come to Yao Country at this time.

  If you don’t come to Yao Country at this time, you won’t come to Qinyin Pavilion at this time, and you won’t meet this young Taoist.

Although this monk is silent, but his foundation is extremely thick, his strength is extraordinary, he has traversed the mortal world, and he has two great ambitions. His strength is close to that of a Bodhisattva. A face-to-face confrontation can also protect his life—unfortunately, he chose to accommodate the filthy and evil power of Zhongzhou in himself.

  This great monk has already cultivated the 【Golden Body Without Leaks】.

   Use yourself as a temple to suppress thousands of evil spirits.

  But because of this, he was infected by demonic thoughts and evil spirits, and forcibly fell into a demonic barrier.

  Using his strength, it was easy to kill the evil spirit forcefully.

   It's just that the core is in the center of Zhongzhou Fucheng.

   Such a shot will inevitably bring huge casualties.

   But it was absolutely impossible for the monk to do.

Without compassion and vajra thoughts, it is impossible to practice the Buddhist realm of [yin and yang are not ignorant] [wisdom is not used, and knowledge becomes wisdom]. The same choice, so this is not worth mentioning for a ruthless cultivator and heretic cultivator, but it is a catastrophe for a Buddhist cultivator.

  The young Taoist was enlightened, and said: "The realm of the earth and immortals, eight difficulties and demonic obstacles."

  The monk was surprised, but he just folded his hands together and replied gently: "In my Buddhist school, it is known as the palm print, which can cut off three thousand troubles."

   "If you cut off your troubles, you are an Arhat."

  Then the fortune-teller cursed and said: "You have already attained Arhat status, and you have two great wishes, and your strength is comparable to that of ordinary Bodhisattvas, but because of this incident, you have fallen into demonic thoughts. You are simply crazy!"

  The monk looked at the young man, his face was a little thin, his eyes were still peaceful, and he said gently: "This is how you practice."

   "Earth Immortal Realm, Arhat Fruit, one has eight difficulties, and the other has three thousand troubles."

   "But it's not that if you break the eight difficulties, you won't be led again."

   "Fellow Daoist Qi, do you know the word [practice]?"

  The young Taoist looked at the cups on the table, pointed to the empty cup on top of the cup, and said, "This is not cultivation."

   Lifted the teapot, gently poured the tea into the cup, and said gently: "This is practice."

   Then holding the teacup, he lifted it up calmly, and said:

   "This is practice."

  The monk praised: "The mind of a Taoist friend who cultivates and maintains seems to have never had any doubts."

  The young Taoist put down the teacup and replied gently:

  "The human heart is only dangerous, the Taoist heart is only subtle, and the essence is only one, and you are allowed to stick to it."

   "It's for practice."

  The great monk smiled and said: "If that's the case, fellow Daoist Qi, you just don't have enough skill and physical realm. If you have bottomed out like this, your Taoism is actually a fairy with three flowers gathered on the top."

Mr. Huiyi rolled his eyes and found it boring. He is a kind of inborn being, and he is the most talented one. He was born with three flowers on his head. After he became an adult, after a thousand years, he naturally entered the so-called At the level of the earth immortal, it can be a demon king, or an arhat, but this is just a [kung fu body].

  Among the Taoist gates, it is 【Powerful】.

  Not strong.

   Those who are not righteous.

   Taoism is not high.

  It is also a study of divination, not a combat job. Although he has a state, he is not good at fighting.

For the so-called practice of these two guys, they are not interested in practice. They turned around and looked at the well-behaved little Pengcao. They just glanced casually at first, but this guy was stunned immediately, and then his eyes widened. On the contrary, the well-behaved little guy was taken aback, and then he still kept his eyes on his nose and his nose on his heart.

   Maintaining a cute appearance, he slowly moved behind the young Taoist.

  Hiding himself silently.

  The young Taoist sensed the fortune-teller's gaze, stretched out his hand slightly, covered Xiao Pengcao behind his sleeve robe, looked at him and smiled, "Do you know Xiao Pengcao?"

  Mr. Huiyi asked with great interest: "It's called Xiao Pengcao?"

   "How should I put it... I don't know what to say, it's your kid's good fortune, or this little guy's good fortune."

   "I'll figure it out, it's her luck."

   "Meeting you, grasping the only life, um, strange, why does it seem to have something to do with your piano?"

   "Boy, do you have a guqin?"

   "It seems that this zither made you meet by chance. Otherwise, it would not be so easy. The personality of this zither is probably very high. You can't use its fundamental ability at all now, can you?"

The young Taoist was surprised, and the fortune-teller didn't care about this, but he was very surprised, and said with a smile: "Innate beings, born with supernatural powers and powerful, are far beyond ordinary in terms of cultivation and breathing, and there are many strange supernatural powers. Those who can't learn from the day after tomorrow, just haven't been able to survive the calamity, after all, the way is not enough."

   "Acquired souls, go through calamities step by step, and endure hardships."

   "Taoism is easy to grow, but supernatural powers are hard to come by, and physical skills are difficult to cultivate."

   "As for her, with the strengths of both parties, she will be a peerless genius no matter in terms of skill or morality."

  Xiao Pengcao's face was a little pale, and she glared at the fortune teller.

   Then he looked at the young Taoist with fear in his eyes.

The young Taoist said softly: "Don't worry, you belong to yourself, I will not drive you away, nor will I sell you." His palm was warm, and Xiao Pengcao felt relieved, while the fortune-teller sneered and said : "I don't know how such a creature will appear. It has to be born to the extreme. You'd better not teach her to practice."

   "Because once she practices cultivation, her physique will be gradually opened up, and there will be a natural change."

   "There will be a strong man who senses the secret, or accept disciples, or kill them."

"Unless you use the formation of the Northern Emperor Zhou Tianxing to conceal the form, or the Buddhist seventy-two-story lotus embryo Tibetan realm mandala formation to seal the breath, otherwise you will definitely be noticed, especially in this broken place, tsk Tsk tsk, there are too many people, you can't protect me, great monk, have you practiced all the Buddhist teachings in the world?"

   "Haha, that's amazing."

  The fortune teller's mouth has always been very poisonous, and his speech is not pleasant.

  The young Taoist looked thoughtfully at the great monk, who nodded gently and said, "If you need it, Fellow Daoist Qi."

   "I can teach you a formation."

  The young Taoist cupped his hands and said, "Thank you very much."

  The fortune teller rolled his eyes, and lazily said: "I didn't teach you, even if you thank me, I won't do you any good."

   "However, Xiao Pengcao..."

  "The body is like a grass, and the life follows the waves. It falls when it hits the soil, and stops when it hits a rock."

The fortune teller sighed, looked at the child with a rare gentle expression, and said softly: "You shouldn't be called by this name, your bloodline, your background, should be [Feng's], although Pengcao is small, but if there is wind , this whole world, wherever the wind blows, is your world and hometown."

   "Your surname should be Feng..."

   "The Wind of Rishi the Wind."

  The little guy has a cute and cute face, but he is vigilant and suspicious in his bones, and doesn't listen at all.

  The fortune teller laughed, a little complicated.

He has a little understanding of why he came here. His spiritual acuity is stronger than the self he has gradually cultivated through the accumulation of wisdom and cognition, and is stronger than his intelligence. Maybe he wants to see this child, look at her , he always thought of those familiar images of innate beings perishing and dying years ago.

   That's all, that's all, it's a good thing to see that the blood of the deceased has not been cut off.

   Seeing this kid was frightened was nothing.

  It seems that he got a great piano, no wonder he played the piano here and made a big name for himself.

   It's just that his piano skills were only ordinary before, at most it was considered good among the centuries-old skills of the human race.

  How come there is such a big improvement all of a sudden? !

The fortune teller was puzzled, seeing the little guy staring at him vigilantly, while Qi Wuhuo was talking about the formation with the monk, and no one paid attention to him for a while, so he was bored. The boy's heart almost stopped beating when he played the piano, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and the more angry he became, the more unhappy he became.

  Patting the table with the palm of his hand, he said to himself:

   "Which guy who is full and has nothing to do is teaching him to play the piano?!"

   "Grandma's."

   "I was so shocked that I was about to have a heart problem."

   "Do the math, do the math."

  The spirit screamed.

  The fortune teller sneered, full of confidence, and said to himself, I don’t count him as his mentor, nor his work in the North Pole Exorcism Institute, but I count it as some idle guy teaching him to play the piano.

   It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s very stable!

   Keep your hand steady.

  I count! !

  Damn it, don’t let me know that it’s that idiot who hurts…

  The strongest spirit in the Six Realms completed the divination to the highest level in an instant, and then the smile on the fortune teller's confident face froze.

  Big drops of cold sweat flowed from his forehead.

"Um…"

"Um?!!"

  (end of this chapter)