Jin Chanzi was not afraid of it. He took out a book from somewhere on his body, bowed to everyone, and turned a few pages and said, "Xiaodao Jin Chanzi, let me explain this deception index to you. Master has said that the art of gods and immortals in the world is second to illusion. The several kinds of magic that this fellow Taoist demonstrated to you are exactly this kind of illusion. The so-called illusion is a trick that everyone often hears. According to Master, the fairy world has already sorted out such low-level illusions to make it clear. The following little Tao will answer you, these two illusions just now."

Jin Chanzi organized the language, turned the notebook in his hand forward two pages, looked carefully, and said to everyone: "Master said that the simpler low-level illusion is boiling oil to catch objects. The caster took out the items from the burned boiling oil with his hands. In fact, the oil in the container is not hot, it is just warm, because some vinegar or borax is placed in the container. Since vinegar is heavier than oil, and the boiling point of vinegar is greater than the oil bottom. According to the data given by Master, the boiling point of vinegar at one atmosphere is 60 degrees, and the boiling point of the oil you usually eat is..."

Jin Chanzi was halfway through the talk, and seemed to be unable to remember what to say. She was a little stuck, but after looking through the notes, he continued: "The cost of oil I usually eat is 335 degrees. The vinegar is boiled when heated, bringing bubbles. From the outside, it looks like the oil that is hot and the oil is rising. The performer will take out the items from the container at this time. If it is not done in time, once the vinegar is burned, the oil will be really heated. At this time, it will be really fried."

After Jin Chanzi finished speaking, he paused and left a few minutes of time for everyone to think. This was one of the things that Jin Chanzi learned from Huang Junming these days. Jin Chanzi saw everyone whispering to Tian Chanzi and his eyes couldn't resist the doubts. When he was young, he couldn't help but feel a little fluttering and thought to himself that being a Taoist priest is indeed much more interesting than being a monk.

Of course, he was not satisfied for a long time, because Huang Junming once told him that he could not kill a stick, and at least he would have to put a stone in the wrong place. So Jin Chanzi continued to organize some language and said to the people who were questioning Tian Chanzi: "This is even simpler than the second illusion just now. There is lime in the bamboo tube, water, and when the lid is pulled out, the lime and water are in contact with the water to emit heat, which naturally produces a burst of white mist and squeaking bubble sound. Then Tian Chanzi waved it hard, naturally dispersed or covered the sleeves of the Taoist robe. Similarly, the bone in his hand has been done, and mercury is poured into the bones. When the mercury is heated, it will produce a sound similar to howling ghosts and wolves. So in the final analysis, it is just a small illusion that Tian Chanzi used everyone to ignorant of some affairs."

"Hahahaha, the explanation is beautiful." Tian Chanziqiang smiled and said, "What a clever rebel. What a mouth that makes people mess with. Since you don't believe in me, I'm performing a spell for you."

Huang Junming watched coldly for a while, and saw that Tian Chanzi was so shameless, he couldn't help but feel angry and said sarcastically: "Hmph, why do you want to perform the rope burning ashes? Or do you draw talismans to show ghosts? Recently, saline and alkali are quite expensive and save money."

"You!" Tian Chanzi didn't expect Huang Junming to say this, pointing at him and dumbfounded.

Seeing that things had developed like this, Li Yuanji immediately understood, turned around and snorted coldly and left.

When Tian Chanzi saw Li Yuanzi turn around and leave, a drop of cold sweat dripped from his forehead, he said to Huang Junming in anger: "You evil Taoist! You dare not compete with me! You! You are so evil! You!"

Huang Junming ignored him and said to the little Taoist priest who had previously retrieved copper plates from the oil: "Little Taoist priest, is this Tianchanzi your father? He was burned when he was practicing boiling oil to collect food?"

The little Taoist priest didn't understand why, but when he saw Tian Chanzi getting angry, he didn't dare to nod his head verbally.

"Hey, some people are so pitiful. They obviously don't know much magic, but they still cheat everywhere. In the end, they have raised a son but they are not their own. Let's do this today. I can't be interested in comparing Taoism with such people. The disciples followed me back to the square to preach. The lay Buddhists wanted to burn incense and worship to guide them." Huang Junming bowed to everyone and turned to the square behind the Sanqing Palace.

"Stop, what did you mean just now?" Tian Chanzi shouted behind Huang Junming.

Huang Junming turned around and turned around: "I wonder what you said? I seem to have said a lot just now." Huang Junming pretended to be stupid.

"What do you mean by raising a son but not yourself?" Tian Chanzi asked with a grudge.

"What else can I mean? Your son is not your biological child. I don't understand this, so I'm going to cheat me?" As soon as Huang Junming finished speaking, the pilgrims around him laughed secretly.

"Hmph, can I still not know if my son is my biological child? Could it be...you!" Tian Chanzi obviously thought wrongly.

"Didn't you find yourself different from this little Taoist priest? Why don't you recognize your relatives if you drop blood? I just said casually, don't take it seriously," Huang Junming tempted.

"Hmph, let's get blood to recognize your relatives!" Tian Chanzi said angrily, not believing in his heart that his son was not his biological son, but also doubting him. After all, whether the offspring was born in ancient times or in modern times, whether the offspring was born was a very important issue for people.

"Looking at you, you don't bring a bowl or something. Jin Chan, go to the backyard to ask Xiaolu to bring a bowl!" Huang Junming winked at Jin Chanzi. Jin Chanzi understood, and soon he took a large magnetic bowl full of clear water and brought it to Tian Chanzi.

Tian Chanzi directly cut his fingers with a knife, squeezed blood into the bowl. Then he grabbed the timid little Taoist priest's hand and cut it with a knife, and squeezed a drop.

Two drops of blood shook with Tian Chanzi's trembling hands in the bowl, but they were incompatible. Tian Chanzi waited for a long time and knew that the blood had dissipated and was not condensed. He had to accept the result silently. The bowl in his hand fell to the ground, which made Huang Junming feel distressed and regretful.

Tian Chanzi seemed to be hit hard, and did not speak or care about the entourage behind him. He turned around and walked towards the mountain gate with a dull look on his face. The entourage behind him saw that the person in charge had left, hurriedly followed, but Huang Junming called over and forced them to put away the oil pan. The little Taoist priest did not come back, and thought he should go after Tian Chanzi.

After a long time, Tian Chanzi's entourage finally packed up the oil pan and ran out in shame. He stopped playing the gongs and drums. Even the signs were thrown to the ground. Huang Junming looked at their figures with contempt and whispered, "Take these two signs to the kitchen to burn the fire."

Just as Huang Junming and his disciples turned around and wanted to leave, someone among the onlookers started to cheer: "Immortal Master! Show us that it is an authentic first-added spell!"

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This chapter was considered to be made up for last night, but it was a little late. I beg for clicking, recommending, and collecting. I worked hard to write.
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