Xiao Mo walked towards the fortune-telling stall with Xianwei. In Xianwei's opinion, the stall was a bit shabby. There was only one table and one fortune teller, and no banners were erected to say something like "Iron Mouth God Breaks". This Cao
Although Mo is an immortal master, he is not experienced enough in terms of martial arts experience. That's all. Since he is now hanging out with Cao Mo, he can teach him his unique skills for free.
But the immortal captain was still confused and couldn't help but ask: "Xiao Mo, why didn't Cao Mo accept the fairy coin in the end? If I'm not mistaken, it's a snow coin commonly used by the immortals in the mountains."
Do all the gods on the mountain not regard money as money?
Xiao Mo said: "It is difficult to give up good money, but those who can give up good money are the masters."
Even if Xianwei has heard these useless principles in books, if he takes them out and compiles them into a book, he can fill several baskets, but the money in his pocket will still be cleaner than his face?
Seeing that Cao Mo was about to put away the lottery tube on the table, Xianwei immediately became anxious and wanted to close the stall now? How could he be so careless about making money!
Xianwei sat down on the bench, took the bamboo stick from Chen Pingan's hand, shook the bamboo tube vigorously, and shook out a bamboo stick. He looked at it intently and muttered to himself, seemingly talking to the green-robed Taoist priest.
During the conversation with the Immortal Chief, the Xianwei looked startled, sometimes frowned, sometimes nodded, occasionally asked, and finally his face turned red, he raised his voice and said excitedly, Immortal Chief, this lottery is extremely accurate, God, Immortal
Chang Zhen is a god! The Immortal Captain stood up, gave a decent Taoist inspection, then took out the gold ingot from his sleeve, placed it heavily on the table, and asked the Immortal Captain to teach him how to crack it...
Xiao Mo stood aside, watching this idiot making a fool of himself. Xiao Mo had nothing to say and could only pretend that he didn't know this person.
In fact, Chen Pingan remained silent from beginning to end. Looking at Xian Wei's eager face, and then looking down at the gold ingot on the table, Chen Pingan rubbed his eyebrows and felt a headache.
This is not a street, but a fairyland ferry. With your tricks and poor acting skills, you can't deceive people.
You Xianwei is a half-hearted Qi practitioner after all. As a result, you traveled all the way north, slept in the open air, and ate wine and meat just like the New Year. But in the end, you only saved a gold ingot. You really can't blame others.
Now that he is grown up, in terms of firepower, his skills are worse than those of Pei Qian when he was a child.
He would also be blamed for being regarded as a liar.
As expected, the passers-by on the road near the fortune-telling stall were either genealogy masters, wild cultivators from the mountains and rivers, or experienced veterans of the martial arts world, all looking at the immortal captain with the eyes of a fool.
These two swindlers must be so short of money that they come to Jinsudu to play tricks. They are probably too poor to expose the blame, so they are so panic-stricken? It's like setting up a fortune-telling stall in front of the Tianshi Mansion in Longhu Mountain, or going out among the colorful clouds in Baidi City
How much money can you make playing chess?
Chen Ping'an raised his chin, and Xianwei also noticed that nearby passers-by intentionally or unintentionally stayed away from the fortune-telling stall, so he had to put away the gold ingot angrily, and did not dare to put it with the package in the wing of the house, for fear of being attacked by thieves.
He complains everywhere, and he has to carry it with him to feel at ease. Chen Pingan put the lottery tube he made last night into his sleeve, and reminded Xianwei that it was time to get up. Chen Pingan reached out and patted the table, and waved his sleeve again. The tables and stools were scattered and empty.
things.
The Xianwei was dumbfounded. Is this an immortal magic made out of nothing? Can he learn from Cao Mo how to turn stone into gold?
The three of them left the ferry and returned to the capital along a wide official road. Xianwei sighed all the way and walked again.
Chen Ping'an glanced at the hairpin of the immortal captain beside him and asked in his heart: "Xiao Mo, what do you think the situation of the immortal captain in front of you is like now?"
Assuming that this fake Taoist priest named Nianjing and named Xianwei is the first "Taoist" in the world, then according to the secret files at the summer palace, this "Taoist" with great luck has already fallen in that scene.
During the Dengtian War, there was no doubt about this, because when Chen Pingan returned to Haoran, he asked the Lisheng, and the Lisheng said personally that this senior had indeed died.
After this Taoist with great merits in the world died in battle, even the Taoist hairpin was left in the world. It was eventually picked up by Gui Lingxiang, the founder of the Immortal Hairpin City, on the earth, and from then on he walked on the earth.
After embarking on the path of spiritual practice, she was sitting in the blessed land of Yaoguang, but she dedicated herself to trying to build an Immortal Hairpin City as high as the sky.
Generally speaking, this Taoist should be similar to the reincarnation of Bingjie. And the immortal captain next to Chen Pingan at the moment is most likely the remnant of that Taoist's soul.
The reincarnation of the gods of the ancient heaven can rely on their pure divinity. This "true body" is like falling into a long sleep. Whether it is supported by human or demon monks, the decay of the skin can be life and death, and the divinity can not be reduced or increased at all.
The problem is that Xianwei is a cultivator, not a god. Logically speaking, it started from the "military dissolution" ten thousand years ago. Every time he is reincarnated, the old souls continue to disperse, and new souls are constantly being replaced. The longer the years, the more loss.
The more people there are, the more they will make future generations of immortal warriors less and less like the earliest Taoist.
unless.
Unless that Taoist has actually been reincarnated only a few times or even once in thousands of years?!
Xiao Mo was a little embarrassed, "In this matter, Xiao Mo doesn't dare to say anything nonsense. Young Master asked Yu blindly."
When it comes to the reincarnation of cultivators, Xiao Mo is a true layman, because tens of thousands of years ago, cultivators, regardless of human race or monster race, almost only lived and died in one life.
As for magic, after ten thousand years, the heights before and after ten thousand years are roughly the same, and the difference is not too big.
However, it can be said that there are many types of Qi practitioners today, and their connections are complex. We only talk about quantity and breadth, not pure killing power, and their Taoism is far-reaching. Compared with thousands of years ago, there are indeed many more countless techniques.
Chen Pingan nodded, it doesn't matter, just put the matter on hold for now.
In order to determine the identity and realm of the Immortal Captain, one cannot resort to vicious methods of arresting the soul. Chen Pingan was neither willing nor dared to do so.
Moreover, the Xianwei really had a close relationship with that Taoist, or he might have deliberately hidden his clumsiness, for example, he came to regain his position for the sake of the Immortal Hairpin City. With Chen Ping'an's current methods, it was really of no use.
However, Chen Ping'an believed that this possibility was unlikely, and he judged a gentleman with a villain's heart. After all, the other party was a Taoist who did not hesitate to live and die to pave the way for the world to reach heaven.
Or is it that the other party uses some incredible secret method to deceive the world through self-deception? He has been hiding the truth for ten thousand years?
In addition, Chen Ping'an also had to worry about whether it was Zou Zi's plan, or whether he was involved with Zou Zi.
If we just go by Xianwei's own words, he was blessed with deep blessings when he was young. By chance, and with the smoke coming from his ancestral grave, he picked up a fragment of a fairy book, and he began to abandon literature and cultivate immortality.
Therefore, Xianwei doesn't know the divisions of realms on the mountain now. He can only know some of the scenery of "land gods" through those supernatural beings.
Xianwei is currently in the Liujin Realm of the lower five realms, which is also the so-called Liuren Realm. Moreover, there is probably no preacher, no guidance from any master, and no natal objects. Xianwei has little knowledge about cultivation, and he can control the spiritual energy to perform magic.
When it comes to the law, he is even more ignorant.
This guy who pretended to be a Taoist priest and cheated all the way was used to the world. He had seen a lot of immortal dances. He had deceived people and was deceived by others. The worst time was when he just went out. The scholar met the soldiers.
In the wilderness, I encountered a group of bandits who had turned into bandits. Because Xianwei was literate and well-spoken, he was captured and worked as a dog-headed military advisor and accountant for several months. He got along just fine, and Xianwei escaped down the mountain.
At that time, there was an extra plaque in the lobby. It was Xianwei's handwriting. The four characters on the list were "God rewards those who work hard."
In fact, the person in the world who can best solve this matter and this mystery is the Lord of Baidi City who once tried hard to prove that he was not the Taoist.
There was a rumor circulating on the top of Haoran Mountain that at that time Zheng Juzhong had not yet reached the Fourteenth Realm, his senior brother Cui Chan was still the first disciple of Wen Sheng, and the two sides had just played the Tenth Game of Caiyun.
If you have little talent and temperament, don't imitate the immortals.
Unless you are extremely smart, don't learn to embroider a tiger.
Chen Ping'an thought of an saying for no reason and said: "Cui Dongshan once made a metaphor. Being born as a human being is like a boat made of wood. Later, he was reincarnated and his soul was separated. He demolished the east wall to mend the west wall and mended the seams. Over time, how to distinguish the new ones?
The boat is the same as the old boat, are they the same?"
Xiao Mo immediately checked the Xinhu books out of habit and asked: "Sir, does this belong to the famous debate skills and involves the 'correct names of things'?"
Chen Pingan nodded and said: "My husband, although he has a general impression of famous people and thinks that this knowledge can easily become sophistry, he still feels sorry for the decline of famous people nowadays. He said that the knowledge of famous people should not be too great, but famous people
It’s absolutely not necessary.”
Xiao Mo hesitated for a moment, then said frankly: "I don't recommend that you keep Xian Wei by your side. It's better to hand this person over to the Confucian Temple directly."
There are too many accidents, and if anything happens, the consequences will be disastrous.
It is obviously safer to leave it to the Chinese Confucian Temple.
Chen Ping'an patiently explained: "I have long been used to this kind of thing. Besides, the fun of practicing is that in addition to breaking through obstacles and climbing high, it is still unknown and solving puzzles. Finally, and the most important thing, I don't think I will become an immortal."
If you push something away from yourself, you can avoid something, but it is very likely to be counterproductive. What is far away is often close to you, and what is close to you may actually be far away. "
Xiao Mo smiled and said: "I am narrow-minded, not as broad-minded as the young master."
Chen Pingan said helplessly: "Then drink more, the sky and the earth are not bigger than a wine bowl."
The Xianwei raised his palms between his brows and looked into the distance. There seemed to be a wine shop with a flag hanging on the roadside, and some wine bugs rebelled in his stomach. He quickly asked: "Master Cao, are you hungry?"
Over at Xiaomo, the Xianwei called Cao Mo by his first name.
But on Chen Ping'an's side, Xianwei is still very particular about what the dishes are served.
Chen Ping'an glanced at the small wine shop that occupied a small area. The content on Qizhaozi was written in a fairy-like manner. He dismounted and turned around and left it behind forever.
In fact, I noticed when I came here that it was just a place selling fake wine. It was not an ordinary shady one. As long as it was Xianjia Liquor, which was famous in the mountains, it was sold there, not to mention Changchun Palace Liquor and Shujian Lake.
Wutiao wine and even Osmanthus wine from Laolongcheng are available. Maybe it’s because the wine prices are too cheap, but there are quite a few people buying wine there.
One really dares to sell, and the other really dares to drink.
Xianwei was really greedy for the drink, and he was dragged by Xiaomo to put up talismans at that house early in the morning. Now he was hungry, so he continued to encourage Cao Xianshi to go to the wine shop, saying that this kind of ferry with a mixed bag of fish and dragons might not be known.
You can meet a strange person. If you meet someone, it will be a blessing. Xianwei kept chattering as he walked, and then Chen Pingan gave up the other person's idea with just one sentence, saying that he would have a drink and a meal
No problem, come and treat me.
Xianwei immediately changed the subject, "Master Cao, are the sweet golden syrup, immortal wine, and mountain immortal fruit mentioned in the book true? For example, the cross pear and fire dates, the thousand-year-old Ganoderma bibimbap, and the thousand-year-old wild ginseng stew.
Master Cao Xian has tasted the old duck pot, how does it taste?"
To be continued...