Chapter 34
"Mr. laughed."

It took a while for Huang Buyu to regain his composure, patted the dust on his body with both hands, and bowed respectfully.

"Disciple Huang Buyu, thank you sir for your kindness in recreating!"

He who has mastered the method of beating the seal, he will try a few more times, and he will probably be able to get rid of the animal body and transform into a human form.

But it must also be admitted that opportunities and risks coexist.

Every failure will cause irreversible damage to his foundation of Taoism.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have lost his mind and wanted to kill the only son of the Chen family!

Now that the immortal speaks out a prophecy, I don't know how many times better than him asking for a seal. It is no exaggeration to say that it is a kindness of regeneration.

The most important thing is that the immortal is willing to prophesy, which shows that he has initially recognized him.

This means that he is one step closer to that great immortal fate!
"Get up! There may be a chance in Zhang Yuanwai's study in Jinghe County, you go to Haosheng to check, and don't alarm outsiders."

Mo Chuan accepted it calmly and set out a new task.

"Disciple respectfully abide by the decree of Master!" Huang Buyu responded quickly.

"In the future, don't bother the Chen family anymore. If you are looking for the poor Taoist, sincerely offer incense, or visualize the appearance of the poor Taoist, or recite the pseudonym of the poor Taoist, the poor Taoist will naturally feel it."

Mo Chuan pointed out again, and the figure disappeared immediately, leaving only a wisp of blue smoke lingering around.

Huang Buyu was shocked when he heard this.

If you are honest and fragrant, you can communicate with the gods... What, what kind of magical power is this?
Even if it is the technique of supporting the spirit, it can only bring down the soul of the primordial spirit at most.

Look at Mo Shangxian, crossing the body directly.

The gap is like a cloud of mud!
Thinking of this, Huang Buyu looked at his vivid human body again, and his heart became more and more frenzied.

You must worship under the sect of Shangxian, even if you are a registered disciple, if you can learn one move and a half, it is enough for him to benefit from it for a lifetime!
……

……

Let's say that after Mo Chuan left, he randomly searched a barren mountain and wild road, and searched for the treasure that Huang Buyu offered.

— Cymbals.

Anyone who has a little bit of cultivation can tell that this cymbal is extraordinary.

Not only is the spiritual energy lingering on the surface, but also the vibrating energy of gold and violence is trembling inside.

If it can be released, it may not be able to shatter the soul and smash the flesh and blood.

How can it be stimulated?

Mo Chuan tried to strike with an external object.

In the end, no matter whether it was a stone or a magic weapon, none of them succeeded.

Even if Sanqingling, who controls the headless ghost, knocked on it, there would be no disturbance at all.

"Could it be that this magic weapon has to be activated in pairs?"

After some useless efforts, Mo Chuan gritted his teeth, became cruel, and simply poured Yuan Qi with all his strength.

He wants to see what will happen when this dead creature reaches its limit?
"Om-"

With the infusion of Yuan Qi, the cymbals suddenly trembled.

The golden savage energy stored in it rapidly increased, and became even more violent, spinning endlessly, trying to get out of trouble.

"what!"

Mo Chuan suddenly let out a small sigh, but at this moment, he actually sensed the position of the other half through this half of cymbals.

"interesting!"

He came to be interested, he had nothing to do, he simply followed the memory of that glimpse, and searched for it.

After leaving, Mo Chuan was dumbfounded.

Looking at the mountain and running dead horses.

In the faint induction, the half piece of cymbal was not far away, but unexpectedly, until the sun was getting dark, the half piece of cymbal was not sensed.

'Well, I'm afraid I won't be able to find it today. '

Mo Chuan climbed up to look out and saw the smoke rising from the kitchen in the distance, so he simply decided to stay overnight.

I have to say that traveling in the physical body is much more troublesome than traveling in the soul.

Hungry, thirsty, exhausted, dragged down by everything.

Even had to shit and pee.

A distance of twenty miles, he ran forty miles in a detour.

Put it in front of him, disperse it into Qi, even if he is deep in the forest and ravines, as long as Yuan Qi can support it, it can be said that he can travel thousands of miles a day.

No wonder the Taoist school is famous for its out-of-body supernatural power, which is called: Divine Walk.

What a point.

"Stop hitting! Stop hitting! Huh... I beg you..."

Before approaching the village, there was a burst of pleading from a woman in pain.

Mo Chuan stretched out his head to look out.

Dozens of villagers can be seen in the distance, holding shovels and sticks, chasing and beating a woman.

The woman was still holding the bucket in her hand, shouting as she ran towards the village, the laundry in the bucket spilled all over the floor.

Mo Chuan's expression became strange.

The old saying goes well:
It is better to stay overnight in a deserted tomb than to live in an ancient temple.

It is said that the human heart is sometimes more terrifying than ghosts.

Why is it such a coincidence?

Master Dao, I just passed by, so he arranged for me to go out like this?Is this my way to save the beauty as a hero?

Mo Chuan was joking in his heart, but he quickened his pace.

"Is it alive? Is it alive?"

"Ah? Live or not!!"

As Mo Chuan approached, one after another of remote dialects came into his ears, and he, who was looking at him coldly, felt something was wrong.

But I saw that this group of villagers were actually fighting!
The iron shovel and stick danced vigorously, and with the chaos of sticks, the woman was beaten with a black nose and a swollen face, blood smeared on her face, and she was extremely embarrassed.

In the beginning, the woman begged for mercy;

Not long after, he was already desperate, curled up, and let everyone beat him.

"Stop!" came a shout.

The beating villager looked up in astonishment, and saw a young Taoist priest with red lips and white teeth, coming angrily from the mountain road at the entrance of the village.

"Where did the wild Taoist come from? Get lost!"

The two perpetrators looked over with blood in their eyes, and the hostility in their hearts had been aroused under the wanton violence.

"Stop beating! Why do you want to be so cruel?"

Mo Chuan tried to find out the truth and prevent women like Pan Jinlian from being rescued.

No, in the face of his inquiry, the villagers didn't even bother to explain, and continued to beat them endlessly.

Only a few villagers glanced at it subconsciously, looking a little dazed.

Obviously he couldn't understand Mo Chuan's accent.

"If you don't stop, don't blame Pindao for being rude!"

Seeing that the perpetrator still did not intend to stop, Mo Chuan scolded angrily and rushed over.

"Hey hey hey-"

"Ouch!"

"Who--"

Amidst the exclamations of being caught off guard, the perpetrator was immediately punched and kicked by Mo Chuan, knocking them all down.

Mo Chuan had never learned boxing.

But under the blessing of the technique of boarding and copying, the movements are as fast as lightning.

As the saying goes: In the world of martial arts, there is no speed without breaking.

With this speed, it is easy to deal with a dozen or so malnourished rural peasants.

"Hey, where did the wild Taoist come from!"

"what are you doing?"

Just as Mo Chuan knocked down the perpetrator, a large group of villagers suddenly poured out of the quiet village.

All of them held dung forks and shovels, and looked at Mo Chuan with vigilance, and some of them were about to make a move.

Mo Chuan frowned.

The situation before him made him a little confused.

Could it be that the woman really did something outrageous?
This makes the villagers sit on the sidelines?
"May I ask who is the person in charge here?" Mo Chuan asked loudly.

The crowd parted, and a wrinkled black-faced man came out more and more: "I am the village head here, who are you? Why are you beating my villagers?"

Mo Chuan frowned: "May I ask what happened? Why did you attack the unarmed woman so cruelly? What big mistake did she make?"

At this time, a thin man stood up angrily: "You are the one who made a mistake! She is my wife, and I invite people to shoot me, what the hell are you doing?"

Mo Chuan looked blank: "Paixi? What do you mean?"

Upon seeing this, the village chief had to explain a few words.

It turns out that this is a local folk custom. If a married woman cannot give birth to a child, the husband can recruit relatives and friends, and beat the wife with a stick while the wife is not paying attention.

While beating, he also shouted: "Should I live or not?"
The harder the fight the better.

Until the husband appeared with a dustpan full of peanuts and dates, scattered it to everyone, and said bluntly: "Yes! Yes!"

The happy shooting process is considered complete.

Hearing the words, Mo Chuan felt as ridiculous as being struck by lightning, and subconsciously asked:
"What if this is killed?"

"If you die, you will die. Just marry another one."

While the village chief was speaking, the woman whose nose was bruised and her face was swollen was already helped up by the woman in the village, and limped into the crowd without looking at Mo Chuan from the beginning to the end.

"Well, you old-fashioned old man, let my daughter-in-law suffer for nothing! Today, if you don't give me a word, I will never end with you!"

The woman's husband pointed at Mo Chuan's nose, jumped and cursed and threatened.

Mo Chuan was silent.

Where is Paixi?

This is clearly a promotion to get rich and kill his wife, looking for an excuse to kill his daughter-in-law? !

Looking at the aggressive group of villagers in front of him, who had no sense of doing anything wrong, but instead glared at him, Mo Chuan thought of Mr. Lu Xun for no reason, and felt a pang of sadness.

Go away?
"It turned out to be a wedding ceremony in Guicun. Poor people don't know how to be polite, so I'm really sorry! That's it! Look at the half-coins, can you make amends?"

Mo Chuan reached into his bosom, took out half a copper coin, and apologized.

The villagers looked at each other in surprise when they saw this.

Those who were beaten showed greedy eyes and subconsciously took a step forward.

Half a coin is worth a lot in this poor village.

Before they could speak, Mo Chuan said again:

"It's a coincidence that the poor Taoist temple is supporting the son-in-law empress, who is quite proficient in the method of begging for a child! I feel really sorry for bumping into a layman now! Look at this, how about leaving this matter to the poor Taoist? Guaranteed to ask Success!"

As soon as the sound fell, all the villagers burst into chatter and clamor.

Someone was asking what Mo Chuan was talking about?
Some people are still talking about whether the mother-in-law is good or not?
"You bastard, don't you want to borrow a seed?"

The woman's husband stared bull-eyed, his face full of anger.

The people around laughed even more when they heard this.

There is also a good thing, the woman is not too ashamed to speak out and laugh directly.

"You son of a bitch, look at this little Taoist priest, who has thin skin and tender flesh, and is more watery than a woman. You are lucky to be able to borrow him to grow!"

"That's right!"

"Maybe I can give birth to a little Taoist priest!"

Everyone was laughing and laughing, not feeling ashamed.

Because borrowing seeds is really a trick for some families who have nowhere to seek children.

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  In addition, the custom of making happy weddings is not fabricated, it is said that there are still...]

  
 
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