"Mr. laughed."

After a while, Huang Buyu regained his composure, patted the dust on his body with both hands, and then bowed respectfully.

"Disciple Huang Buyu, thank you sir for your kindness!"

He has mastered the method of asking for a title, and if he tries a few times, he will probably be able to get rid of the beast body and transform into a human form.

But we must also admit that opportunities and risks coexist.

Every failure will cause irreversible damage to the foundation of his Taoism.

Otherwise, he would not have lost his mind and wanted to kill the only son of the Chen family!

Now that the immortal has spoken out a prophecy to grant him the title, it is infinitely more powerful than asking for the title himself. It is no exaggeration to say that it is a gift of reinvention.

The most important thing is that the immortal is willing to prophesy, which means that he has initially recognized him.

This means that he is one step closer to that great destiny!

"Get up! There may be an opportunity in Zhang Yuanwai's study in Jinghe County. Go and check it out in Haosheng. Don't alert outsiders."

Mo Chuan accepted it calmly and took on a new mission.

"Disciple, please obey Master's decree!" Huang Buyu responded quickly.

"Don't disturb the Chen family anymore. If you are looking for Pindao, sincerely offer incense, or visualize Pindao's appearance, or recite Pindao's pseudonym, and Pindao will naturally feel the connection."

Mo Chuan said something again, and the figure immediately disappeared, leaving only a faint trace of green smoke lingering.

Huang Buyu was shocked when he heard this.

If you burn incense with integrity, you can communicate with immortals... What kind of magical power is this?

Even the technique of supporting the shackles can only lower the soul of the soul at most.

Look at Mo Shangxian, crossing directly in the body.

The difference is as vast as clouds and mud!

Thinking of this, Huang Buyu looked at his living human body again, and his heart became more and more enthusiastic.

He must become a disciple of the Shangxian Sect. Even if he is a registered disciple, if he can learn one and a half moves, it will be enough for him to use for a lifetime!

…

…

Let's say that after Mo Chuan left, he randomly found a deserted mountain road and explored the treasure presented by Huang Buyu.

——Cymbals.

Anyone with a little bit of cultivation can tell that this cymbal is extraordinary.

Not only is the spiritual energy lingering on the surface, but there is also a golden and ruthless energy trembling inside.

If it could be released, it might not be able to shatter the soul and crush flesh and blood.

But how to inspire it?

Mo Chuan tried to hit with foreign objects.

As a result, neither the stone nor the magical weapon was successful.

Even if the Sanqing Bell that controls the headless ghost is rung, there will be no ripples.

"Is it possible that this magical weapon must be activated in pairs?"

After a lot of futile efforts, Mo Chuan gritted his teeth, became cruel, and simply poured in Yuan Qi with all his strength.

He wanted to see what this dead thing would be like when it reached its limit?

"Buzz——"

As Yuan Qi poured in, the cymbals suddenly trembled.

The golden and violent energy contained within it rapidly expanded and became even more violent, spinning endlessly in an attempt to escape.

"Huh!"

Mo Chuan suddenly let out a sigh, but at that moment, he actually sensed the position of the other half through this half of the cymbal.

"interesting!"

He became interested and had nothing to do, so he simply followed the memory he had at a glance and looked for it.

This time, Mo Chuan was dumbfounded.

He actually looked at the mountain and ran to death.

In the vague induction, the half of the cymbal was not far away. Unexpectedly, until the sun was getting dark, the half of the cymbal was not detected.

'Well, I'm afraid I can't find it today.'

Mo Chuan climbed up and looked out, watching the smoke rising in the distance, and decided to stay overnight.

It has to be said that traveling in the physical body is much more troublesome than traveling in the spirit body.

Hungry, thirsty and exhausted, weighed down by everything.

I even had to poop and pee.

A distance of twenty miles, but it was forty miles in a zigzag manner.

Put it in front of you and let it disperse into Qi. No matter how deep the forest and ravine it is, as long as Yuan Qi can hold on, it can be said that you can travel thousands of miles in a day.

No wonder the Taoist sect’s famous out-of-body magical power is called: Divine Movement.

It's really to the point.

"Stop fighting! Stop fighting! Wuwu... I beg you..."

Before they even got close to the village, a sound of a woman's pain and pleading could be heard.

Mo Chuan stretched his head and looked around.

From a distance, dozens of villagers could be seen chasing and beating a woman with shovels and clubs.

The woman was still holding the wooden bucket in her hand, shouting and running towards the village. The clothes in the bucket were scattered all over the floor.

Mo Chuan looked strange.

As the old saying goes:

It is better to sleep in a deserted tomb than to stay in an ancient temple.

What I mean is that sometimes the human heart is scarier than ghosts.

How could it be such a coincidence?

Master Dao, I just passed by, and you arranged something like this for me? Are you asking Master Dao, my hero, to save the beauty?

Mo Chuan was joking in his heart, but he quickened his pace.

"Is there a life or not? A life or not?"

"Ah? Give birth or not!!"

As Mo Chuan approached, a series of remote dialects entered his ears. He had been looking at him coldly, but he felt something was wrong.

But I saw that these villagers were actually fighting!

The shovels and sticks danced like wildfire, and when the sticks were thrown at her, the woman was beaten until her nose was bruised and her face was swollen, and her face was smeared with blood, making her extremely miserable.

At first, the woman kept begging for mercy;

Not long after, he became desperate and curled up, letting everyone beat him.

"Stop!" came a shout.

The beaten villager looked up in shock and saw a young Taoist priest with red lips and white teeth coming angrily from the mountain road at the entrance of the village.

"Where did this wild Taoist priest come from? Get out!"

The two perpetrators looked over with bloodshot eyes. The violence in their hearts was aroused by the wanton violence.

"Stop fighting! Why do you need to be so cruel?"

Mo Chuan tried to find out the truth and avoid saving women like Pan Jinlian.

No, in the face of his questioning, the villagers didn't even bother to explain and continued to beat him.

Only a few villagers glanced at it subconsciously, looking a little confused.

Apparently he couldn't understand Mo Chuan's accent.

"If you don't stop, don't blame me for being rude!"

Seeing that the attacker still had no intention of stopping, Mo Chuan yelled angrily and rushed over.

"Hey hey hey——"

"Ouch!"

"who--"
To be continued...