The Wujia Great Demon Lu Fengbei and Daomen indeed have an unknown connection!

Mo Chuan sighed secretly in his heart.

Lu Fengbei was in the middle of a fight, seducing him with "Huang Lu Dazhai";

As well as the Taoist robes he prepared with him, he had long had this association.

Now that it has been confirmed, I feel a little bit of a sinister feeling in my heart.

"How big is the Taoist temple? Are there other ghosts and immortals found?"

Mo Chuan asked.

He was very worried that Lu Fengbei Ming was pretending to be a Taoist temple, ghosts and immortals, feasting on incense;

Secretly, he steals people's energy and cultivates ghost bodies.

I am even more worried that this is a nest of snakes and rats, and the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked.

Taoist priests are demons and must be more terrifying than demons.

"Hui Sir, there is only one old temple master in that Taoist temple. The disciples were afraid of disturbing the situation and did not dare to investigate carefully!"

Huang Buyu whispered.

In fact, rather than worrying about alerting the enemy, it is better to say that I am worried that this will be a test for Mr. Mo.

The opportunity of the Wujia Great Demon must not be underestimated.

If he investigates in advance, no matter whether he discovers something or not, he will cut off his retreat and won't be able to argue.

In this case, it is better to take the initiative to report it. If there is any discovery, Mr. Mo will definitely not treat him badly due to his generosity.

If nothing is discovered, the merit of reporting it candidly will be lost.

"Well done." Mo Chuan nodded.

While talking, Huang Buyu suddenly looked into the dark night.

As the grass was stirring, a nine-inch-tall little monk appeared. He looked at Ya San'er, who was lying next to the cow's nose, with a strange and shocked look on his face.

Is the mangy-faced wolf king telling the truth about feelings?

"Hey, the little mage is back?"

Seeing Monk Dengcao, Mo Chuan's tone suddenly became ridiculing.

"The young monk has let the Taoist down. The young monk is guilty. The young monk is willing to shut himself up and reflect on his mistakes, and beg the Taoist for mercy."

Monk Dengcao knelt down with a pop and kowtowed as if pounding garlic.

"You know how to beg for mercy. Are you thinking about your mistakes behind closed doors? Are you meditating quietly?! If you can't handle such a small thing, I will punish you by having your incense paid in half for three months."

Mo Chuan scolded him, waved his sleeves, and put Monk Dengcao into the sacrificial furnace.

This scene, in Huang Buyu's eyes, touched his heart.

If you mess up something, it will only reduce the incense. The immortal is really kind!

I don’t know what kind of chance this lamp grass spirit had that he fell into the eyes of the immortal and entered the immortal’s home?

Fortunately, it seems that he is not a master and a disciple.

Thinking of this, Huang Buyu subconsciously glanced at Ya San'er and vaguely guessed the relationship between Monk Dengcao and the Immortal Chief.

The immortal said before that he had already raised one grass and one ghost, and it would not hurt to raise another thin dog.

Obviously, this lamp grass spirit is nothing more than a pet for the immortal to enjoy.

To put it mildly, it is a watchdog.

Completely different from what we wanted.

We are going to become apprentices!

The Immortal Chief also acquiesced in calling us disciples, which is many times higher than them.

At this point in his thoughts, Huang Buyu's heart suddenly became enlightened, and his chest straightened three points unconsciously.

"Let's go! Go and see the tomb of the five-armored demon."

Mo Chuan, who took back the lamp grass monk, waved his sleeves, and as the incense surged, he rolled up Huang Buyu and Ya San'er and escaped into the incense passage.

In the blink of an eye, it moved thousands of miles and landed on the back wall of a house.

This place is clearly the city of Changlan which experienced a massacre not long ago.

——Zhen Yanzhen’s heroic act of sacrificing his life for righteousness has long been spread by Taoist sects. There are many sincere worshipers in the city, and Mo Chuan escaped with the help of this incense.

Huang Buyu, who had already witnessed Mo Shangxian's great movement of thousands of miles, was still shocked when he saw it again.

This is the great supernatural power!

As for Wolf Yao Ya San'er, he was so frightened that he was stunned.

With his little experience and wisdom, but a teenager, how has he ever seen such methods?

I just felt it was unfathomably powerful.

"The night is getting darker, let's start again tomorrow!"

Mo Chuan looked up at the sky and made arrangements for his trip.

With that said, he waved his hand and put Ya San'er into the sacrificial furnace, then led Huang Buyu to find an inn and stayed there.

Huang Buyu naturally had no objection to this.

A night of silence.

The next morning, as soon as Mo Chuan opened the door, he saw Huang Buyu standing outside the door holding a copper basin.

That attentive gesture made Mo Chuan deeply moved.

After washing up, he led Huang Buyu to eat a bowl of scallion ramen on the street.

The bland oil floating on the soup noodles doesn't taste as good as yesterday's bowl of wild vegetable wontons, but it's still suitable for a day's breakfast.

After breakfast, Mo Chuan hired another carriage and then left the city for the outskirts.

Every drink and peck this morning seemed to Huang Buyu to have a different taste in his heart.

After the carriage arrived at a small village at the foot of Xinghuan Mountain, it stopped.

But it's the end of the road.

The mountain road ahead is no longer smooth for carriages.

Huang Buyu paid the fare, and walked to the mountains with one person and one demon.

Without the driver Liu Er, the mountain road was boring, Mo Chuan simply inquired about Huang Buyu's whereabouts.

Huang Buyu saw that Mo Chuan was very interested in talking, so he quickly took the opportunity to tell all about his strange experiences.

It is not only to please the immortal, but also to receive a certificate of honor.

Huang Buyu has been a demon for seventy-seven years.

In his words, it had already lived for nine years when it was born by chance.

Babies are born with seals, and the same goes for Huang Buyu, who was born as a demon.

It walked ignorantly in front of human windows and behind houses, learned human language for a few years, and went to private school for a few years, until its wisdom gradually opened.

One day, I happened to see a family asking a goddess to comfort their frightened children. I saw the four-door fairy family doing business, so I took the opportunity to make a connection and paid homage to the priest.

This worship lasts for twenty years.

Until a Liuxian at the entrance of the hall was dug out and shoveled to death because the farmer was renovating a house, and the hall was dissolved.

Relying on his proficiency in business, Huang Buyu captured a lay disciple, roped in several spirits, and formed a Chuma Xiantangkou, which has been passed down to this day.

During this period, several immortal families changed in the hall.

Either they were accidentally killed by humans, or they died at the hands of spirits.

Huang Buyu can be regarded as a lucky man. There were no dangers along the way, and he has reached the level of Jiazi.

In Qingshui County, I dare not say that scorpions are poisonous in their poop, but they can be regarded as big monsters worthy of their name.

After listening to Huang Buyu Yaosheng, Mo Chuan felt quite emotional.

It is difficult to cultivate the Tao, and it is even more difficult for spirits to cultivate the Tao.

Before Jiazi, it would be fine if you had a sudden enlightenment of supernatural powers;

If not, they are actually stronger than ordinary animals, especially small animals that become spirits, and it is more difficult for monsters to be born.

Being beaten and killed by others is common, and hunting with others is common, which is extremely difficult.

After all, there are only a few who roar like the wind like the Wolf King.

As the base of carnivores is small, there will naturally be fewer sperm;

Secondly, if the climate changes, it will easily become an opportunity in the eyes of eminent monks and Taoists.
To be continued...