(The moon is sixteenth in the fifteenth day, and I wish all readers and friends a happy Mid-Autumn Festival here in the Southern Dynasty! Well, it was actually because it was updated too late last night and I didn’t type it. I had to add one today...)

The cabin door where Xiaoyao Fudao was located was smashed and split into pieces. It was even more messy inside, broken and messy, with large black marks, as if a fire had just happened, and the air was filled with a strong burnt smell.

The Taoist priest's whole body was similar to the cabin. His originally demeanorous Taoist robe had already been messy and torn, his hair was spread out, his face was dark, and his body was actually emitting a burnt smell.

Chen Sanlang was shocked when he saw this. He threw away his unhappiness in his heart and asked with concern: "Taoist, what's your name? Why are you struck by lightning?"

Xiaoyao's mouth flicked, and a turbid air spurted out of his mouth, his face twisted a little, obviously the pain was so severe that he couldn't say anything.

Chen Sanlang looked at the cabin that was bombed, and it seemed like he was hit by a huge thunder. Could it be that Xiaoyao Fudao was about to overcome the tribulation and ascend to the thunder, and was bombarded with it sour inside?

After gasping for a while, Xiaoyao finally could speak and said, "His grandma, she has been practicing thunder for twenty years, but she was hit by the thunder today."

It should be fine to listen to his voice, so Chen Sanlang asked Zhou Fencao and others to scatter and stayed alone to ask why.

It turns out that Xiaoyao Fudao has been in seclusion and smelting a powerful talisman called: Thunder Talisman!

This talisman is very powerful. Once it is practiced, it will be a magic weapon of the level of spiritual power. It is many times better than the thunder and thunder fire talismans in the palm of the palm.

Xiaoyao Fudao always felt that his trump card was insufficient, so he took great pains to practice this thunder talisman. Unexpectedly, he was practicing to the critical point today, and the unfinished talisman exploded and almost killed him.

What a shame this is. Zhou Fencao and others were there just now, and Xiaoyao couldn't put up a word. You should know that in the eyes of ordinary people, he is a master and can be called a land god. If this matter is spread, will he still have a face to see people?

Fortunately, except for Chen Sanlang and others, others didn't know what was going on, and finally retained some face.

Although Xiaoyao is not young, he cares more about face than those old guys. He always has the catchphrase: he can break his head but cannot break his face!

After hearing this, Chen Sanlang didn't feel any fuss. In the process of refining weapons, whether it is drawing talismans or making objects, there are certain risks, which leads to failure. But then again, it is rare that the refining weapons almost eliminated himself.

This has to start with the method of Xiaoyao's cultivation. All his talismans are related to thunder, and their vitality is violent, just like the danger coefficient is of course much higher.

After escaping a disaster, Xiaoyao did not have any awareness of dying. He just felt that his heart was cut by a knife. This failure meant that many precious materials he had accumulated with great effort were gone. Several of these materials were unique, and they would be gone. They had to be searched again to make up for it, but they didn't know how much time and energy it would take.

Thinking of this, Xiaoyao was a little discouraged, sighed, and said quietly: "Is it destined to be a small spectator in this life and be a mediocre life?"

Chen Sanlang smiled and said, "Isn't your ideal like this? Build a Taoist temple and have three or five acres of land. Marry another one, and enjoy your leisure and joy..."

Xiaoyao rolled his eyes: "So you are a vulgar, after all, you are a monk, why do you think so superficially?"

Chen Sanlang said angrily: "You said this yourself."

Xiaoyao sneered: "How can you take the words of playing in the world? Besides, people's ideas will always change in time at this time, at that time."

As the saying goes: Monks do not rush to talk. But this is completely unsuitable for Xiaoyao. This guy is sometimes even more scoundrel than a scoundrel.

Chen Sanlang said suddenly: "Since there are such high requirements, why do you still follow me? The world is big, and there will be a blessing in the world."

Xiaoyao's expression was rarely serious: "Scholar, have you ever remembered that I once said that when I went down the mountain, I had a teacher's order to remind me."

Of course, Chen Sanlang remembered, and asked: "It is because of this that you should run away and go somewhere else."

"The master once said that the world will be in chaos, and in the chaotic times, there will be a hidden dragon. If you follow it, you will be able to support the dragon court and achieve great luck. The sect will be prosperous!"

Chen Sanlang listened quietly. In fact, he has always been half-believing and half-doubted about these good fortunes. However, these theories are extremely important in Taoism. They are regarded as criterion, believed in and firmly implemented. With thousands of years of inheritance and improvement, they have long become a set of rigorous classics.

He did not believe it completely, but he did not deny it completely. This world is different. There are land gods and demons, which is beyond common sense. Then the existence of luck is also in line with the truth.

After thinking for a while, he said, "Isn't that the master asked you to find Qianlong and Fulongting, but why do you always follow me?"

Xiaoyao Fudao suddenly stared at him with his eyes curled up, his eyes quite cunning.

Chen Sanlang felt something tight inexplicably and asked, "What do you want to do?"

The Taoist priest asked: "Scholar, if you read thousands of books and travel thousands of miles, who would you say be a Qianlong?"

Chen Sanlang pondered for a moment: "Shi Pojun?"

The Shipojun was the first to invade. The barbarian army was hundreds of thousands, and it was so powerful that it occupied Yongzhou without any effort. It had already raised the banner and claimed to be the "Bard Dragon King" and wanted to occupy the name "Dragon".

Xiaoyao despised: The barbarians are simply dowrying for others and are not worthy of being a dragon."

"That Yuan family father and son?"

"Yuan Wenchang has a heroic posture and is dominant in one side. I originally thought that the Yuan family would have the luck of the dragon vein."

Xiaoyao rarely opened his heart and said frankly. When he came to Nanyang Mansion, he had a little intention of joining the Yuan family. However, at that time, Yuan Wenchang had countless talented people and strangers, and Yuan Geshu was also under the control of Zhengyang. If Xiaoyao Fudao came to the door, with his age and cultivation, he could be a diner.

"I thought?"

"Not bad, because I met you, and I know that Dragon Girl chose you!"

With a shocking statement, Chen Sanlang looked at him: "You don't think I'm that mysterious dragon."

Xiaoyao laughed: "The so-called Qianlong is just a vague statement. The world is so big, the situation is changing, and who can deduce it clearly? You and I meet are fate. I think about it and have a good relationship with you. Since that's the case, why bother to find someone else? Even if it doesn't work, I'm not even missing a sect, so what are you afraid of; but as long as I can accomplish things, I can make a fortune, shine the clan and glory, and Laoshan will reappear. No matter how you calculate it, this transaction will not be a loss."

Chen Sanlang was amused and cried, but he had to admit that what he said was reasonable.

At this time, the boat suddenly bumped suddenly, with a very large amplitude. Chen Sanlang couldn't stand steadily and almost fell down. Fortunately, he grabbed the wooden boards in the cabin in time to stabilize.

What happened?

Boom!

There was a thunder blew in the clouds, as if it was in my ears, making people buzz and buzzing.

No, is it that Xiaoyao has even caused the Heavenly Condemnation to refine the Thunder Talisman?

Xiaoyao Fudao sucked his nose, wiped his face, and suddenly turned into a flower-faced cat, and said in a lost voice: "I have a demonic spirit! It's a big demon! Come for us!"

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Chapter completed!