Walking along the way, Chen Fu saw that Song Tingfeng was still with him and couldn't help but say, "Student Song is also allergic to formaldehyde?"

Is this man and a beast going to cheat him?

Song Tingfeng shook his head, "It's just right to buy something."

Chen Fu felt that some parts of this person were very strange. He was just in a hurry to go to the toilet, but now he has changed his mind.

At the next intersection, the two finally separated.

As he approached the villa, Chen Fu narrowed his eyes slightly: "How did the swiftlets dye?"

Wu Muzhi: "That's a crow."

The perception of crows is quite keen among animals. Superstitious people are often very afraid of crows, even more than black cats.

It raised one paw and placed it on its chest, bent over, and a gentlemanly polite movement seemed inappropriate by it.

"Presponsible visit, please don't mind the Immortal Lord."

The crow held a very hoarse voice. It paid great attention to etiquette and said every word after thinking about it.

Chen Fu felt that the little clay man in his pocket had become hot, and a golden petal condensed on his head again. Compared with Song Tingfeng, the petals were very thin and shallow, as if the wind could dissipate.

"Funny." He bent his lips.

Wu Muzhi nodded as well.

Song Tingfeng was because of the abyss beast. In Wu Muzhi's view, it was probably because of some unspeakable thought that he had formed a cause and effect with Shen Fu. This crow was able to condense a species of cause and effect in advance for no reason, which is really intriguing.

Chen Fu walked into the villa, and the crow was still parked on the stone wall at the door, obviously he was afraid.

Looking around, the swiftlet and the little fox could not shock him, and Chen Fu's gaze was on a golden cicada on the tree.

After a few breaths, he had already inferred that the crow knew the true face of the cicada.

"As long as you don't act maliciously, it shouldn't eat you."

When he heard the "eating", the crow thought of the scene of the golden cicada eating. A few hairs exploded and turned into a man with black hair and brown eyes, standing respectfully in front of Shen Fu.

The crow's personality also doesn't like to speak, which is very similar to the Abyss Beast. However, the latter is because of its great destructive power, and the crow's voice is often disliked. Over time, it has developed a taciturn character.

"I..." The crow raised his head and thought for a while, thinking about how to condense the long story into simple words: "Abyss beasts prey on, passing by, white-haired monsters, sycamore woods, and phoenixes."

Chen Fu was connected together, and he understood the first half of the sentence. Last night, Song Tingfeng took the abyss beast out to hunt, and the crow should have happened to pass by.

The white-haired monster may be associated with the white-haired monster at the door of the villa before, but what do Wutong Wood and Phoenix each represent?

Wu Muzhi was cunning and thought of a piece of wood he had secretly seen that day: "He was probably looking for the sycamore tree."

The crow nodded.

The golden light on the head of the little clay man in his pocket gradually became stronger.

"Phoenix..." Chen Fu read it twice: "Do you want to become a phoenix by relying on Wutong Wood?"

A hot light burst out from the crow's eyes.

When a carp leaps into a dragon gate, it can turn into a golden dragon. This statement is not unfamiliar. If it flies to the branches and turns into a phoenix, it is more often used to laugh at.

In fact, many rumors are not deliberately fabricated. If there are thousands of years of sycamore trees and crows practice for three thousand years, they can dance to the sky.

Although I don’t know why this crow thought he had sycamore trees on his hands, Chen Fu was very greedy for this belief. If he could reap the crow’s belief, he might not be able to illuminate half of his face.

However, few people have seen phoenixes in the past 100,000 years. The phoenix has the shallowest dream and can sleep for thousands of years. No one knows whether there is still a phoenix in this era of thin spiritual energy. If there is one, pursewood is the most treasure of the phoenix tribe, and it is impossible to give up love.

Chen Fu pondered for a moment and said, "Besides being beautiful, the phoenix has strong luck and can bring good fortune, but its ability is average. Its flames are born innately. The crow belongs to the Yin. If you turn into a phoenix, your strength can only be the last level of the Phoenix."

The crow said slowly: "Better than now."

Wu Muzhi raised his eyebrows at Chen Fu with amusement, meaning not to struggle. If you can't get this power of faith, it's better to give up as soon as possible.

Chen Fu pretended not to understand his ridicule and said sincerely: "I think you have a strong personality and the demon clan itself is the most powerful, why don't you consider turning into a dragon?"

As soon as these words came out, the crow's body trembled, and even the compound eyes on the abyss beast's forehead kept turning towards Chen Fu.

For crows, Chen Fu's statement is a fantasy.

Chen Fu sneered: "Carps can transform into empty spaces, and dragons can transform into dragons. If the blessings are deep, even snakes and turtles are possible. Not to mention the distance, three thousand years ago, there were pigs turning into dragons. In terms of species requirements, the threshold for becoming a dragon was obviously much lower."

His expression was dull, and his words were sonorous and powerful, all of which showed moving perseverance.

In fact, Chen Fu's inner abacus was very loud. Judging from the information about the world provided by the system, the introduction of Wutong Wood was just a few words, but the dragon gate had a rich record.

"Besides, Long Wei'an and heroic, has the power to turn the world upside down," Chen Fu glanced lightly: "In this way, do you still want to be a phoenix?"

The crow was stunned. All the knowledge of the ancestors mentioned that being a phoenix was an extremely glorious thing, but for most of the same clans, it was a whimsical idea. However, this person underestimated it and opened the door to a new world for him.

"Thank you for your advice, Immortal."

Chen Fu: "You and I are destined to be with me, so it's better to be by my side. The time is right, so I will take you to Longmen in person."

The crow bowed deeply again.

Wu Muzhi stared at Chen Fu for a long time, and finally put on four words: "Shameful."

Chen Fu hooked his fingers at the abyss beast, and the golden cicada flew in front of him and looked closely. Its eyes were so red.

Chen Fu said softly: "You can also suggest to your master that transforming dragons will be of great benefit to him. The dragon has two dings, which can relieve his kidney deficiency to a certain extent."

The Abyss Beast was stimulating for some reason, and his wings kept flapping and his eyes were closed.

After the crow agreed to settle here, one-third of the face of Chen Fu's little clay man had already lit up, and a large part of the golden light floating above his head had not fallen.

Chen Fu smiled and said, "The future is promising."

Judging from this weight, if we can help this crow become a dragon in the future, our whole face will be shining with golden light.

When he was happy, he generously soaked two flavors of instant noodles for dinner. Wu Muzhi picked up a few diced meat in the bowl and ate it, discarding the noodles.

"Even I suspect you have the Wannian Wutong Wood," Wu Muzhi said in a deep voice: "I'm afraid there will be a lot of trouble recently."

"It is not necessarily all bad things to spread such news." Chen Fu put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth gracefully with a tissue. "I am afraid that the holy monk will be moved by the temptation that even a demon king cannot refuse."

Wu Muzhi looked at him with a strange look: "Do you want to use this to attract Buddhists?"

Chen Fu nodded: "A true monk who has attained enlightenment likes to hide from the world. If you can meet a few of them, you may know the whereabouts of the relics." He suddenly changed his subject: "Will Buddhist disciples use relics to practice?"

Wu Muzhi shook his head: "The Tao is incompatible, and since it belongs to the same sect and the same origin, practicing with the wreckage of the seniors will damage their Taoist hearts. Even if the relics are of great use, they can only worship them."

As he spoke, he said in a wasteful tone: "Pediagra."

The best way for the demon clan to practice is to devour similar people, and naturally they don’t look down on Buddhist practices.

Chen Fu did not comment. He could vaguely feel several powerful auras in the world approaching here. Wu Muzhi also clearly felt it and moved the swiftlet's nest into the house: "I'm afraid it will be a little peaceful tonight."

Lifespan is poor, and everyone wants to steal a life.

Even in the increasingly difficult environment, there are many people practicing Taoism, with about 10,000 people in the city, but most of them are just starting out, and only a few hundred people are truly capable.

All the monks of this hundred number of cultivators sensed the changes in the aura of heaven and earth. There are few monks who are flirting with each other. Although they are very curious, they are very cautious in their lives. They resist their doubts and find a hole to hide to prevent them from being affected by the fish in the pond.

It was just dark, but the first person to come was Song Tingfeng.

Chen Fu happened to go outside to throw garbage and saw him and said, "Are you passing by?"

Song Tingfeng shook his head and glanced at the garbage bag in his hand, "Help you clean it."

Obviously, I felt the abnormality.

Chen Fu's comment on Song Tingfeng had another one: the kidneys were not good, but it was still quite humane.

The bright moon was hanging high, and the little fox in the villa suddenly let out a harsh scream. The moon was gradually covered by clouds, revealing only a thin light.

Three figures appeared outside the villa one after another.

In addition to the white-haired monster, the other two were wearing a Taoist priest robe.

The man with a tiger's back and a bear's waist is the most careful: "After all, he has become an immortal, and he may not be able to deal with it with our strength."

The White-haired Monster: "The two of you have seen that thunder tribulation. The Immortal Lord must have suffered a serious injury and will not be able to recover for a while. Besides, it is not a life-and-death battle. Brother Taoist and I will hold the Immortal Lord to snatch the Wutong Wood. You are responsible for dealing with the devil."

The monks with a tiger's back and bear's waist have many life-saving magic weapons, and it will not be a problem to persist for a while.

The three of them did a meticulous division of labor. Seeing that the other two were still hesitant, the white-haired monster said coldly: "You can still get the lead now. In a few days, you will not even have to eat the remaining soup and cold roast."

As they spoke, the door opened on their own initiative. The handsome young man stood leaning against the door and looked at them with a smile: "What are you doing when you come from afar?"

The Taoist priest first said: "I have long admired the name of the Immortal Lord, and I will come to admire one or two styles."

Chen Fu: "Is it good?"

The Taoist priest blushed when he asked.

A low cough came, and the Taoist priests and others realized that there was another person, not the devil they thought, but a young man.

The White-haired Monster had a relationship with Song Tingfeng and thought it was not good. He had experienced the power of the Abyss Beast and said unwillingly, "This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If you are willing to join forces with us, Wutong Wood can be divided into half."

This is a considerable deal.

Song Tingfeng was unmoved and had a deep look. He could tell whether the white-haired monster appeared. If he could solve the disaster together, it would be better.

Wu Muzhi lay on the roof yawning, a leaf fell from the tree, the white-haired monster raised his head, and the man with black hair and brown eyes sat on it, and said in surprise: "The monster transformed by the crow?"

The monk with a tiger-backed and bear-waisted waist said angrily: "Didn't you say that there is only one demon king to deal with?"
To be continued...