The afternoon sun shines through the side window of the hall and slanted on the long table.

The young Taoist priest sat upright on the bench.

Close your eyes, sit quietly, concentrate and inhale.

Open your eyes: "Brush!"

He waved his brush and dipped it in red ink, and pressed it hard on the carved plate, evenly and vigorously.

The other hand grabbed a piece of yellow paper and pressed it on the carved plate.

Recently, Wang Qilang's miscellaneous work has changed from chopping wood to printing rebirth money. Each rebirth money has to be written with the view of immortality and his own name, as if this really has some magic power.

Because he had read books before going up the mountain and wrote well, he became the most suitable disciple for this matter.

Lu Changsheng, who was sitting on the threshold, was folding gold ingots and gold bars with yellow paper.

Bored, he threw the folded gold ingot into the bamboo basket, while watching Wang Qilang print a rebirth money and literati dance and ink.

He was coldly mocked him: "Pretended."

Wang Qilang has long been familiar with Lu Changsheng and knows what kind of personality he is. Recently, he secretly saw Lu Changsheng secretly practicing calligraphy with a brush, but he was afraid that he would find out.

He envied himself for his good writing skills, but was unwilling to admit that he was not as good as himself.

Wang Qilang held a brush and looked at his front, leaned on the table and approached Lu Changsheng, teasing and said, "Do you want to learn my handwriting?"

"If you want to learn~"

"I'll teach you!"

Lu Changsheng was a little moved, but in the end he refused.

The peach blossom eyes sat on the other side with the bamboo basket in his arms, trying his best to maintain his arrogance, and said hummingly.

"Don't learn!"

"Hahahahahahaha!" Wang Qilang suddenly laughed when he looked at his appearance.

Lu Changsheng was annoyed and didn't say a word for the whole afternoon.

After working hard for a day, the brothers who were chopping wood on the mountain also came back with firewood bundles on their backs. When they passed by the front yard, they greeted Wang Qilang and Lu Changsheng.

"I'm starving to death!" The Taoist put down the firewood and waved his sleeves to wipe his sweat.

I don’t feel busy working, but I feel hungry as soon as I stop.

"What are you going to eat tonight!" The familiar senior brother picked up the rebirth money from Wang Qilang's seal and asked.

Before Wang Qilang could answer, he continued, "You have printed it too seriously, and there is no shortage of a word or a corner."

Wang Qilang nodded: "When the time comes, others will have to pay for it, so of course they have to be more meticulous."

The other party immediately said, "So, I'm going to send someone down the mountain again soon."

When it comes to going down the mountain, all the brothers are looking forward to it: "I don't know who it will be this time, I want to go down the mountain to see it."

These rebirth money were finally stamped with a big seal. After the firewood was refined into the refined charcoal for pharmaceutical and alchemy, the disciples on the mountain would be taken to the Taoist temple at the foot of the mountain once a month.

When I came back, I brought food, oil and salt to the mountain. Ordinary disciples in the temple rely on this self-sufficiency and practice.

In the words of Master Chen, Elder Chen: "The most important thing for people in the world is to support themselves with their own hands."

"This is living."

After Wang Qilang became the eldest disciple of Master Taixuan, he learned magic, but there seemed to be no change.

Everyone does what they can, and the view of immortality does not divide the disciples into different levels, and everyone treats them equally.

Whether it is inner or outer disciples, if they cannot complete chores and tasks, they will be punished.

On the mountain, it seems that learning magic is not something worth relying on.

When people live in this world, they end up doing things, eating, and sleeping.

After the disciples finished their meal, they saw the sunset in the sky.

It was almost time for a rest in the past, but the brothers stood up excitedly and gathered towards the side courtyard.

The side courtyard has a white wall, which is newly painted.

Snow white and without any stains.

"The show is on!"

"The show is on!"

The senior brother who was cooking in the kitchen ran over without even washing the pot and sat in the back.

The sun sets and darkness comes.

Wang Qilang slowly moved a stool and sat in the center. A group of fellow brothers surrounded him and surrounded him.

There were even people behind him talking to Wang Qilang's shoulders.

It's so lively.

"Wang Qi, are you still playing Sun Dasheng today?"

"I ran away halfway through yesterday, but today I'm going to tell the whole story."

Wang Qilang argued: "It's not Sun Dasheng, it's Journey to the West."

"It's almost the same!"

"Hurry up, hurry up, we can't wait."

"Yes! When I was chopping wood during the day, I kept thinking about the story behind Sun Dasheng."

Wang Qilang was also quite happy to see the show that he liked the plays he brought out for practicing illusions. He liked the feeling of being surrounded by his brothers.

It is a blessing to be able to learn magic and enjoy with your brothers.

Wang Qilang waved his sleeves and his five fingers flew across the air.

A white light immediately surged from the white wall in the dark, like a candlelight reflecting the wall.

The white light gradually faded like ripples of water, turning into four characters, and a white horse.

The handsome monk sitting on the white horse, carrying an iron rod to rush to the front of the monkey, carrying a load of the sand monk, and dragging the pig demon rake on the last row of trotting.

"There are still sounds today!" The brothers and brothers immediately discovered the improvements and approached the white wall in surprise, as if they wanted to see where the sound came from.

"It's only been a few days ago, Junior Brother Qilang's illusion has become even more powerful." Several inner brothers sitting behind looked at Wang Qilang and sighed a little.

This is no longer an illusion that can be used in the Yin God Realm, and it will take no more than one month for Wang Qilang to reach this level.

"No wonder my master said you will be the next immortal of the Vision of Eternal Life." One of them even patted Wang Qilang on the shoulder and passed on what an elder of the Vision of Eternal Life said to Wang Qilang.

Wang Qilang smiled pursed his lips and said nothing.

The story on the white wall continued to be staged, and everyone was finally attracted by the story, no longer making noise, staring at the fantasy scene on the wall one by one.

Seeing the Great Sage waving the iron rod to subdue demons, someone asked, "Do you think there is really a Great Sage Sun in the world?"

Some people think that it doesn’t exist: “Where are so many powerful demons? Then the world is still in chaos.”

Some people also think that there is: "The situation in ancient times is different. There are not so many demons now, which does not mean that it is the same in ancient times."

Wang Qilang suddenly thought of something, shook his head and said, "Today I cheer for Dasheng Sun, because the demon fog came back."

The brothers and sisters in the yard were stunned after hearing this, and then laughed so happily.

The senior brother of the inner door, who was sitting on the right, pushed Wang Qilang's shoulder with his hand: "You are a bit meaningful."

It was late at night, and the light on the wall also ended in the darkness.

But the brothers felt unsatisfied: "One more!"

"One more!"

Wang Qilang carried the small stool and said the most hated sentence in front of everyone: "If you know what happens next, please listen to the next breakdown."

The brothers and brothers immediately became angry and pulled Wang Qilang to prevent him from going back to sleep.

Fighting, laughing and chasing.

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In front of the window of the side yard, Lu Changsheng, who was practicing calligraphy, was writing while secretly looking at the "Journey to the West" on the wall through the half-open window.

The charm of the Great Sage, no matter how strong he is verbally arrogant and not interested in speaking, his heart will be conquered.

The seventy-two changes are endless, and the heaven and earth are slaying demons and eliminating demons is enough to ignite the dreams and longings of every young man.

"Wang Qilang's illusion is so powerful."

Lu Changsheng suddenly felt urgent.
Chapter completed!