In the mouth of Mr. Storyteller, this magic weapon always sucks people in, and then turns into a pool of pus after a moment. However, this golden bowl has taken so many people, but it has never seen any pus before. Instead, it is like a small teleportation array, sending people to an unknown world.

Qian Yiqun was exhausted at that time and was sucked into the bowl. He seemed to see a passage made of thick black fog, which was somewhat similar to Baimeitu. Since it was not a dead end, the Taoist naturally developed a belief and jumped in.

The thick fog passage was dark and long, but it dug out all the memories of Qian Yiqun's past. He gradually ignored the fact that he was flying in the passage, and recalled many memories that had been covered with dust like watching a movie. Some memories even made him feel incredible that he had such a cute and innocent past.

After the memory of this life was released, Qian Yiqun saw the short 19 years of life in his previous life, the books he had read, the text he had memorized, the girls he had secretly loved... he saw his parents in his previous life, their joys, sorrows and sorrows.

When Qian Yiqun finally returned to his infancy, his eyes were swallowed by darkness.

This feeling has been felt before, and it is a dark road between life and death.

After walking here, Qian Yiqun felt more curious and expectant.

——What kind of person would I be in my previous life as an ordinary student?

Qian Yiqun stood up accidentally, and his eyes suddenly became clear and bright.

In the light, it seems that someone has said something, there are plants, rivers, deserts and seas, and it seems... Everything has become illusory, irresistible, but real.

This strange feeling is completely different from the clarity and coherence that I just watched a movie.

Qian Yiqun didn't understand the reason at all, and suddenly heard a frivolous voice asking him: "Isn't the world fun?"

"Of course it's fun!" Qian Yiqun didn't know whether it was an external force or his inner consciousness, so he answered in a firm and optimistic direction. He remembered the books of previous life that he had read, and all those who returned to the sun had a common communication: to survive!

"Then why are you looking for me?" said the voice.

"I was cheated in. By the way, who is your lord?" Qian Yiqun said.

"Don't you know yet?" The voice giggled, and a shadow gradually emerged, "I'm not talented, Guo Pu and Guo Jingchun."

——Hmm! He actually met him? Why did he be in the monk's bowl? Is this my inner demon?

Qian Yiqun suddenly remembered that he had heard that people will see all kinds of illusions in their bardo body after death. If they are deceived by illusions and obsessed with them, they will fall into the evil realm. Only by firm beliefs and not tempted can they reach the other shore.

——It seems that I am really dead. I wonder if I will continue to change the map without deleting the files.

Qian Yiqun felt a little disappointed.

"Are you curious?" Guo Pu's figure became more and more obvious. He looked like a figure of about the same height, shortness, fatness and thinness as Qian Yiqun. However, if this was created by the inner demon, it would not be considered true.

"This, rather than being curious, it's better to be disappointed...I'm probably dead." Qian Yiqun sighed, "Does Guo Dazhen have any advice?"

"Well, I don't think you will die." Guo Pu's tone sounded a little serious, "You know I was a soldier who ascended to heaven. If this knot cannot be solved, we can't calm down. You haven't been able to understand your previous life, so this delayed your progress."

Qian Yiqun felt a little strange when he listened to Guo Pu's words.

——Let’s not talk about what the relationship between his military exercise and the Taoist priest. This ancient man in the Jin Dynasty should have spoken in vernacular language similar to classical Chinese! How could it be more verbal than people five hundred years later?

Qian Yiqun felt that the amount of information was slightly large for a moment.

"This time, you must practice Jinhua's birth art well!" Guo Pu said.

"Why is that technique used?" Qian Yiqun asked.

"The ancient immortals can live hundreds or thousands of years old, and then they will ascend to the house and become true, relying on this Jinhua worldly art." Guo Pu explained.

"In ancient times, there were only immortal gods, but no immortal body!" Guo Pu's words quite subverted Qian Yiqun's common sense. He had accepted the saying "the destiny is a certain one" early in the morning and did not believe that people could survive hundreds or thousands of years.

Although there are many such immortals in the ancient immortals, they have long been replaced by the advanced immortal theory of "liberation after death and traveling to the immortal world"!

"If you don't believe it, try it." Guo Pu didn't argue more, "Okay, go out early."

"Slowly! What's going on in the Yughuo Cave Heaven!" Qian Yiqun shouted, "How did those talisman soldiers do it! Are there any hidden weapons in the mechanism? Did your Yicui deliberately keep it to cheat people..."

Guo Pu did not answer a single question, and his figure had dissipated.

Qian Yiqun felt that the world around him was shaking. A faint sound of chanting scriptures came from his ears, and a golden light suddenly burst out from his head. The soft and warmth of the golden light made him inexplicably believe that it was the exit, and he launched a ghost step and raised his body to jump.

This jump jumped out.

After coming out, all memories are still clearly visible.

And there is an extra period of...

A very long paragraph...

Jinhua’s worldly art!

...

As soon as Qian Yiqun came out of the bowl, he saw an old face facing the basin. It was the old monk Yuanming. He was puzzled: Didn’t he kill him completely just now? After he rushed for a long time, the old bald donkey had already escaped behind the old man Shiquan.

Anyway, these two old monsters are just as good as they can kill anyone, so Qian Yiqun did not chase Yuanming, but only solved the problem.

Qian Yiqun saw that everyone behind him had already stood in place and glanced around. His nose was itchy by the bloody smell in the air. He walked to Huiguang first. The monk had broken bones all over his body, and he lay on the ground and couldn't stop coughing up blood. His eyes were staring like a copper bell.

"I inexplicably believe in retribution when I see you." Qian Yiqun smiled faintly, and the body that Huiguang, who had stepped over, came to the old Niang of Fuqing.

He squatted down and smiled, "Have you really seen me in the Snowflake Temple?"

"Master Dao!" Old Ni's tears and snot flowed, "I just took ten taels of silver and followed someone's orders."

"Master Yile, did you hear it?" Qian Yiqun turned his head and asked.

Yile lowered his eyes and said "Amitabha" in his mouth, his nose felt slightly sour. He knew that there were evil demons in the monks, but he did not expect that a young hero like Huiguang and a monk with a lot of wisdom and perseverance would also fall to this point.

Qian Yiqun smiled and said to himself: There are even more cruel ones!

"Ten taels of silver are just the money for the nuns in your courtyard to spend the night for two nights. Why are you so shallow? You are here to frame me!" Qian Yiqun held the Jie Yin Sword and swayed in front of the old nun Fuqing.

Fuqing cried and said, "The Taoist Master is a clever! We have many places that rely on Daming Temple. Not to mention ten taels of silver, even if we don't give it a penny, the old nun dares not refute his face."

"Well, so that's the case, is it because they are also regular customers?" Qian Yiqun said with a smile.

"Enough!" Yile held his true energy and shouted angrily. He could no longer listen. Although he denied what he heard over and over again in his heart, as a magic monk wandering in the world, how could he be so naive and simple that he didn't even know the "Jiyuan".

Qian Yiqun straightened his waist and glanced at the monks indifferently, making people feel angry, and then moved to Xu British.

The most people in the Jianghu died here, almost lying in the corpses. Any of them, after returning, have the right to say: I crawled out of the dead!

However, whether you can go back depends on the mood of this Taoist master.

"Where is Xu British?" Qian Yiqun did not forget the accusation just now because of a battle.

Xu Ying wanted to lie on the ground and pretend to be dead, but there were always people around him who accidentally looked at him, exposing him to Qian Yiqun's vision as if holding a torch.

"You want me to apologize to your brother?"

"The immortal... is really good at joking." Xu Ying laughed dryly, "How can that boy stay on the immortal's head if he doesn't grow up?"

"Do you just apologize? Don't you have to do anything else? For example, silver, territory, and the Book of Travels?" Qian Yiqun smiled and said, "You can see it too, I have the final say here."

"No, no! The young man dared not to touch this kind of greed!" Xu Ying shook like a rattle.

"I really don't want anything? This is more troublesome..." Qian Yiqun gently touched his forehead, as if he was thinking about some profound questions, "Generally speaking, I just asked twice as much."

Xu Ying let out a deep breath in his heart and said to himself: I said not to be greedy for small gains, but fortunately I was still stupid just now!

"Kowtow and admit your mistake." Qian Yiqun seemed very disappointed.

"The immortal elders don't care about the little ones, and the little ones are unforgettable!" Xu Ying immediately knelt on both knees and kowtowed like pounding garlic.

Qian Yiqun pursed his lips, feeling particularly comfortable, and said to himself: No wonder the emperor likes slanderous ministers. Knowing that they are forced, it does not prevent them from enjoying this feeling. He smiled and said, "You are such a smart person. In this way, I just need personal help to help me take care of the business in the Jade Hook Cave Heaven. I wonder if you are interested."

"You are going through fire and water, and you will do whatever you want!" Xu Ying stopped and kowtowed quickly, looking at Qian Yiqun with anticipation, his heart lit up in his throat: It's really a blessing and a disaster! If you have a relationship with this Yuluan Taoist, wouldn't you be walking around the world in the future!

"I only have 60% of the net profit per month, and everything else belongs to you." Qian Yiqun nodded.

Others couldn't help but envy him. In the future, as long as Xu Ying was the banner of a fish basket Taoist, who would dare to compete with him for wood, animal skins and iron ore? 60% of the month sounded scary, but as long as he mobilized people to transport them out, he would buy them twice or three times more!

"I will naturally take the silver in Qionghua Temple." Qian Yiqun patted Xu Ying on the shoulder and said to the man who was nearly ten years older than him, "Do it well."

Xu Ying was greatly encouraged and bowed and said, "I will never let down the entrustedness of the immortals!"

Qian Yiqun nodded slightly, turned around, and showed a smile on his face: In this way, the expenses at home are not only enough, but also can raise a private soldier, so as not to be unable to rely on Li Yan once Teacher Gao leaves. I also have to go home as soon as possible and set a point on the chart, so that it will be convenient for the family to take care of the family in the future.
Chapter completed!