Wu Qun couldn't care less about his disheveled clothes, put away the bronze mirror and the magic weapon and rushed towards the bottom of the mountain.
His expression was slightly paranoid, and his emotional excitement made his soul a little unstable.
The disciples along the way saw Wu Qunian hurriedly and asked, but the latter ignored him and went straight to the farm in the distance.
Qing Songzi had never seen Wu Qun so rude before. He couldn't help mumbling a few words and couldn't help but want to chase after him to check.
The Taoist priest next to him quickly stopped him, pointed at the many young children and said, "Uncle Master, it's time to check the Taoist qualifications."
Qingsongzi glanced in the direction of the farm and motioned for the young child to come towards her.
The scene of teaching the Taoist children was very orderly. The children were also eager to practice and did not cry at all.
Wu Quantum went straight to the farm. He looked around with a red face, but found that there were no traces of a fight nearby.
Although he didn't know Huang Qi's identity in Wuwei Taoist Temple, he could vaguely get a glimpse of it from the historical books.
It is rumored that there is a fairy mountain in Wuwei Taoist Temple, which contains hundreds of caves, distributed to represent the 365 main points of the body.
The cave is where the core disciples of Wuwei Taoist Temple retreat, and they are known as the 365 earthly immortals by later generations.
I don’t know which earthly immortal Master Huang Qi is?
Or maybe the immortals on earth back then were not dead, and now they have all come to Jingzhou. Is Wuwei Taoism really going to return?
Wu Quantum became crazy due to excitement, and his own aura couldn't help but emit.
He has a different body and soul, so he usually focuses on cultivating his health to avoid any accidents that may lead to him going crazy.
Wu Quantum asked cautiously: "Uncle Huang Qi, are you there?"
The cold wind blew, and several mountain birds that had not spent the winter made hoarse calls.
He didn't believe in evil, so he carefully checked every inch of soil and every plant and tree several times, but still found no trace of it.
"How is that possible? Is it an illusion?"
Wu Qun took out the Heavenly Magic Artifact, but the result was that the bronze mirror was like a solid stone, and no matter how much real energy was injected into it, there was no reaction at all.
He became dazed, stood there for a long time and then unconsciously took out a jade pendant, which contained the message from Qingsongzi.
Qingsongzi asked him about the situation nearby and whether he needed help.
Wu Qun shook his head dejectedly and slowly returned to the clearing at the bottom of the mountain.
After all, he represented a faction of leaders, so he had to force himself to support the farmers in a low voice, but it was obvious that he had something on his mind.
Wu Quantum pinched the bridge of his nose tiredly, his eyes fell on the dozens of young children, and he felt a little palpitating in his heart.
"Perhaps it's not convenient for my uncle to show himself to others, so he hides in the dark?"
"It must be so."
Wu Qun walked quickly to the young children and checked their basic qualifications with his hands, but his expression could not help but bring out some doubts.
Young children have very few traces of alienation and can theoretically practice any magic, even some more demanding strange magic.
If only a single toddler has a similar situation, it's probably just a coincidence.
But a dozen of them have similar physiques, so it’s impossible no matter how you think about it.
Qingsongzi asked in a fearful voice: "Brother Wu Quantum, how come it looks like Qingqiu's weird handiwork?"
Wu Qun was speechless, and his heart was dissipated by the joy brought by Huang Qi.
There is a group of strange foxes in Nanshan outside Qingyan Town. They call themselves Qingqiu, and they especially like to collect less alienated children.
The children are then sold to various forces in exchange for resources.
Seeing that he was indifferent, Qingsongzi immediately said: "Brother, we cannot accept these children."
Wu Quantum gritted his teeth and said: "No, take it, you must take it!"
Qingsongzi could tell that Wu Quantum was in a state of confusion, and couldn't help but remind him: "Senior brother, there are so many weirdos in Qingqiu that even the mandrill monks don't dare to offend, you..."
"Are you crazy?!"
"Crazy...crazy...crazy..."
The traces of alienation all over Wu Qun's body began to deepen, which was a sign that he was about to lose control, and his breath became unstable.
He closed his eyes in pain. Under the influence of the alienation of body and soul, the few words he heard in the Taoist temple became extremely unreal.
"Qing Songzi, I...I can't tell the difference. Am I really going crazy?"
The farmers took a few steps back one after another, and the scene became a little quiet for a while.
Qingsongzi looked worried and grabbed Wu Qun's shoulder with his right hand: "Brother, it's time for you to go to the statue of your ancestor and recite morning prayers."
"I'll accept the child first, and then I'll think about it after you calm down."
Wuxian nodded vaguely and walked towards the Taoist temple in the mountain, but he was still mumbling to himself.
"Am I crazy?"
"No, I'm not crazy."
…
Qing Songzi greeted many Taoist boys who had just started to receive Taoist robes and magic tools, while explaining that Wu Qun was just feeling slightly unwell.
It took him a long time to calm down the farmers.
In fact, Wuwei Taoist Temple will accept the so-called qualification examination as long as the child is not particularly abnormal.
As for the physical constitution of the innate spiritual root, it comes from the monks who once mastered the laws of heaven, and the offspring born to them can inherit it.
However, since the arrival of strange things, such physiques have become increasingly rare.
The crowd gradually dispersed, and the farmers began to work on their own again. After all, rice cultivation can only take a few days of rest throughout the year.
Ren Qing walked around Wuwei Taoist Temple, and after setting up the soul butterfly projection, he noticed that the group of young children had already worshiped the sect.
He randomly found a secluded place and continued to perfect the fairy market that was imprisoned in his heart.
Since it will be fully opened in the near future, Ren Qing naturally wants to reduce the flaws in the fairy market as much as possible to avoid being noticed.
And he also began to practice Die Meng's strange branching ability, trying to close the distance between the ghost market and the fairy market, and make preparations for the future.
Ren Qing closed his eyes and felt the collision and fusion of the three dream spells, causing a light mist to suddenly fill the island in the middle of the lake.
Like a mirage, the vague appearance of a ghost market looms in it.
Yuan Si and the other two had returned to Fairy City, and were immediately shocked by the scene in front of them. The streets in the fog were simply...
Demons dancing wildly!!!
I saw a strange-looking jailer holding a wriggling fetus.
They gathered together in an orderly manner, with solemn faces but no fear, giving people an extremely terrifying feeling of suffocation.
Ren Qing couldn't help but be a little surprised. He glanced at the information flow and said to himself: "It seems that the Jailer's Hall is going to make some big move. The trading volume of the ghost market has suddenly skyrocketed, which is good."
He earned several decades of longevity through this. Although he was unable to participate in the mission, the benefits he gained were real.
Ren Qing maintained the mirage for a moment and was about to cancel when he felt a little tired.
At this moment, Dream Magic noticed an obsession directed at him, and the other party seemed to be possessed while half asleep and half awake.
Ren Qing frowned and immediately used the Darkest Nightmare Lord's ability to enter dreams.
His consciousness came to the familiar Taoist temple. In the center was the statue of Tian Daozi, with Taoist ancestors and tablets placed on both sides.
Wu Quantum closed his eyes and knelt down under the statue of Tiandaozi. Due to the out-of-control alienation, dark red blood oozed from his facial features.
"Master, I know that my abilities are limited..."
"I am just the leader recommended by the sect. I will never be able to leave the Taoist temple for the rest of my life. I must be prepared to sacrifice for Wuwei Taoist temple at any time."
Wu Quantum bit his lip and said unwillingly: "But I have seen the Wuwei Taoist Temple hundreds of years ago in the classics, and that is called the Immortal Sect."
"It shouldn't be the Wuwei Taoist Temple today..."
His eyes moved wildly, his breath began to become disordered, cracks appeared in his meridians, and his Dantian gradually swelled.
"Master, I really don't know whether this is true or not. Please give me some advice..."
"Disciple is really tired."
The anus mouthpart on Wu Quantum's forehead stuck out its tongue and wrapped it around his neck, as if he was about to lose control completely.
Ren Qing shook his head slightly when he saw this. This was the first time he had seen something that could drive him crazy.
He clicked out of thin air with his fingers.
Wu Quantum immediately opened his eyes, only to see a figure wrapped in black mist appearing in front of him, with his fingers placed between his eyebrows.
"Tao generates Tao, inaction Tao..."
A deep sigh came.
Wu Quantum was trembling all over.
He heard that the voice was Huang Qi from Qiongtian Magical Instrument, and the alienation in his body gradually converged.
Immediately afterwards, Wu Qun seemed to feel that his soul had left his body, and his consciousness followed the figure wandering between heaven and earth, and finally came to the small island in the middle of the lake.
Wu Qun looked at the mist at a loss.
"This is……"
The fog is constantly changing.
He saw Song Zongwu with four arms and six eyes standing on the top of the Dream Tree. With a slap of his palm, a horrifying air wave rolled up out of thin air.
"Earthly Immortal?"
Li Tiangang saw that Song Zong was not ready, so he stopped holding back.
He pulled out the paper from his mind, and a huge sand ship appeared, and there was paper attached to the bottom of the ship, giving the magic weapon the ability to float.
"Let's go, it's time to resolve the disaster relief restricted area, we can't delay it."
The horn sounded.
The guards all showed their magical powers and jumped onto the deck of the sand ship one after another.
Then came the sky full of vines and insect swarms.
The wood is dragged by plant branches and stands on the largest sand boat.
Li Yaoyang followed closely behind. His body was still in disfigurement, but countless black beetles could be seen crawling through the gap.
Miss Bai stood on a ferocious flying sword, and behind her were the scabbards of more than a dozen treacherous weapons, which made her aura extremely evil.
"Quack, quack, quack..."
Tenon made a strange cry, and with its wings flapping, it reached the edge of Abi Hell. With a powerful stroke of its claws, it opened a crack leading to the restricted area.
The sand ship sailed into the crevice.
Hundreds of jailers waved their traps and headed toward the disaster relief restricted area.
The fog dispersed.
Only then did Wu Qun notice the fairy city he was in. He didn't know whether he was crying or laughing, but at least his soul was no longer broken.
Ren Qing waved his hand, causing the quantum-less consciousness to return to its original form.
Time has left no trace on the statue of Tian Daozi, as if the world remains the same.
Wu Qun knelt in silence for a long time before he came back to his senses. At the same time, he realized that he could go to the fairy market at any time in his sleep.
The alienation all over his body subsided at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even the chrysanthemum mouthparts on his forehead closed accordingly.
Wu Quantum stood up and looked directly at the statue of Tiandaozi with clear eyes.
He was like waking up from a big dream, and said in a respectful tone: "Disciple Wu Qun..."