Baishixian Road

Chapter 65
"A person who has become a fairy is not a fairy?"

Xu Mo really didn't expect that the monster he saw in the incense burner of Zhenyuan Temple in his dream was actually a fairy.

It feels like, apart from being weird, it doesn't look like a fairy in Xu Mo's heart at all.

The way of immortality in this world is too frankly wrong.

If it was an immortal, Xu Mo felt that he could give up on this path.

"That's not an immortal, it's just some flesh and blood on an immortal." The immortal cultivator who answered Xu Mo explained, saying that before this immortal god, there is the word 'inheritance'.

This is the key.

"Generally, only where there have been immortals will there be immortal inheritance. The immortal god inheritance generally carries a complete set of methods and paths for becoming immortal. Following the immortal god inheritance, basically it only takes time to reach directly. Immortal Realm."

"Because of this, the inheritance of immortals and gods is extremely precious, and it is a treasure. Once there is news, it will be peeped by people. If you can grab it, you can grab it."

When Xu Mo heard this, he understood why the Zhenyuan Temple was destroyed.

Even the powerful and weird old Taoist priest of Zhenyuan Temple still couldn't resist, and ended up dying.

This is the crime of being pregnant.

But Xu Mo felt that he couldn't walk this way.

Firstly, he didn't have any inheritance from gods and gods, and secondly, even if he did, he felt that this thing was even weirder. Xu Mo recalled the feeling when he saw the monster in the incense burner, and always felt that this thing was suffocating.

In short, it is not a good thing.

Xu Mo changed his mind, and asked the other party, if it is feasible to use martial arts to enter Taoism.

"Martial arts? Hehe, whimsical, if it works, then why do we cultivate immortals?"

Hearing this, Xu Mo understood that the martial arts guess is really not good.

But thinking about it carefully, I can come here because of "Shangqing Sword Essence". According to this inference, the founder of Jianzong should also be an "immortal cultivator", at least proficient in "Spirit Attack".

The other party came to Fangshi 300 years ago.

It should still be in the old man Bai's dream on the top of the lonely peak.

There, Tao changed to the real "Sword Essence of the Supreme Purity", integrated it into martial arts, and since then martial arts has ruled the roost.

"Could it be that the senior Jianzong chose martial arts because he didn't want to take the path of the strange immortal way, and wanted to make a breakthrough?"

Xu Mo guessed wildly.

Of course, it is not an unfounded guess. After careful analysis, there is still such a possibility.

It's a pity that there is no way of knowing what the senior Jianzong traded in Fangshi 300 years ago. Xu Mo thought about it and let it go.

He intends to go his own way.

He already knows the basic common sense and the rules of the market, but Xu Mo still needs to know how to buy and sell things here.

But regarding this question, the cultivator on the opposite side said: "You can only explore this by yourself, after all, no one knows what good things they have in their hands, but don't worry, come a few more times, you can always find what you need."

Xu Mo has no problem.

He took out the small black flag, waved it, and grabbed a hanged ghost from it.

This thing is the other party's 'reward'.

The immortal cultivator looked at it, smiled, stretched out his hand to grab it, and grabbed the hanged ghost in his hand, and then put it into his bosom, it was like putting something into his bosom.

"Yes, very trustworthy, so I will give you something."

As he spoke, the immortal cultivator took out a page of paper from his pocket.

"It says a refining method of a special human pill, supplemented with spirit stones and herbs, which have great effects. This thing is of no use to me, so I will give it to you."

Xu Mo took a look and took it with a smile.

In this way, the two said their goodbyes and turned to leave.

When there was no one there, Xu Mo looked at the paper in his hand, threw it directly under the bridge, and sank into the water.

There is a mystery on this paper.

Although Xu Mo couldn't see what the mystery was, it was still the same sentence.

If you look at things based on the 'principle' that cultivators are bad people with ulterior motives, then the other party will definitely have no good intentions in giving me such a page.

That being the case, of course it has to be thrown away.

Kill dangers and hidden dangers in the cradle.

On the other side, the immortal cultivator was walking when he suddenly felt something, he was stunned for a while, then he chanted a mantra and stretched out his hand to grab it.

The next moment, the piece of paper flew out of thin air.

Still wet.

"It's so cautious, that's all. I planned to use this page to find the location of the opponent's body, and then rush to attack and kill him. But since the opponent has long been prepared, let's let it go. It's a pity, a pity."

The cultivator sneered and put away the page.

Xu Mo didn't know that his caution had saved him from a catastrophe.

Although he had figured out some of the situation in Guidaofang City here, Xu Mo couldn't offer anything to exchange because of his lack of money.

Naturally, even if there are good things here, he can't change them.

The mood can be imagined.

He walks in this eerie painted town.

The original things here, no matter the scenery, animals, or people, are all black and white, outlined by a brush.

Although lifelike, but in it, only feel eerie.

Just passing by a teahouse.

Outlined by black and white pen and ink, a storyteller with a strange appearance and a stiff face is telling a book over there.

Although the other party made big moves, gestured, and said something.

But nothing can be heard.

Silent pantomime in general.

But the audience below, as well as some children, seemed to be listening with great interest, making small voices from time to time, opening their mouths wide, probably laughing.

But again, no laughter was heard.

So such a lively scene was actually silent.

When you think about it and taste it carefully, you will feel a cool air rising from the soles of your feet to the top of your head, which is extremely weird.

Xu Mo didn't want to wander around anymore, so he passed by here, so he simply found an empty seat and sat down, pretending to listen.

Although, he couldn't hear anything.

And at this moment, the storyteller on the stage suddenly said something, and then looked at Xu Mo, and the next moment, a scalp-numbing scene happened.

All the guests here, including the children who were playing, and the waiter who was in charge of serving tea and water, all looked over at the moment.

Those stiff faces, expressionless, and eyes drawn with pen and ink, just stared at Xu Mo.

Just ask this kind of scene, who is not afraid of changing?
Xu Mo's scalp is also a little numb at the moment.

"What does this mean?"

He froze in place.

Realizing that something was wrong, he wanted to leave, but several children with stiff faces and different sizes had already blocked his retreat.

Only then did Xu Mo realize that many people had gathered behind him.

"What are you guys doing?"

Xu Mo really didn't understand.

I didn't provoke anyone, why did the characters in these paintings make trouble for me for no reason?
The atmosphere of the scene became more and more wrong, and the terrible sense of danger and oppression became more and more obvious.

Xu Mo had no doubt that if he didn't react, these weird things would rush up and tear him to pieces.

Just at this critical moment, a voice sounded.

"Idiot, you are sitting in the storyteller's seat. Since you are sitting in his seat, it means that you want to demolish his stage. If he doesn't rush with you, he will be in trouble!"

(End of this chapter)