Alien replication system

Chapter 143 Taoist and monk

While the wicked Taoist priest was mixing mud in Fire Ape City and selling his so-called "waterproof, insect-proof and miasma-proof" dog skin plaster everywhere, at the gate of the city, a young man in a moon-white warrior uniform walked slowly into the city.

A head of black hair was meticulously brushed back, and there was a relaxed and carefree smile on his face. His whole person was dusty, but there was a kind of extraordinaryness that ordinary people couldn't describe, and there was a faint sense of being out of the dust emanating from this young man. out.

And on his wrist, there was a blue crescent moon clasped in it. If Chu Feng or A Meizu were here, they would definitely recognize that this young man was Mo Yanzhuo who appeared in the Bailong City school grounds.

This person came and went without a trace, and he appeared in Fire Ape City at this moment, and he didn't know if he also came for the vision in Yuanxiao Ridge.

Behind Mo Yanzhuo, there were two other people following closely behind, both of whom looked like they had traveled a long distance.

"Zang Feng, Commander Du, speaking of it, this is the first time in 20 years that I have come to the place where the Second Young Master lives." Mo Yanzhuo suddenly said.

"Why not the two of us?" The two people behind are actually Zang Feng, who peeped at Chu Feng's coronet ceremony that day, and Du Chun, who was almost tracked by the stealing sky system, "It's just, Brother Mo, you and Zang Feng has seen the face of the second young master, but I, Lao Du, have not seen each other so far!"

Du Chun laughed, the two of them clearly looked much older than Mo Yanzhuo, but they called Mo Yanzhuo "Big Brother". Fortunately, the three of them whispered softly, but no one heard them.

"Last time, this kid Zang Feng almost let me know. If it wasn't for Lao Du's quick reaction, I might be discovered by the second son. The sudden transformation ability of the second son really surprised me. .” Du Chun sighed a little.

"Commander Du, Brother Mo, tell me, Second Young Master, in the past ten years or so, we really didn't find anything at first, but during this period, especially these few months, it's almost like a complete rebirth. Six years ago, even The general has personally inspected it, and the second son is clearly born without the bones of battle, unable to cultivate... But now, you say, could it be because of the heart of Shura 20 years ago?"

As soon as Zang Feng said this, Du Chun's face changed immediately, he looked around, and said in a low voice, "Stinky boy, what are you talking about, I'm not afraid of causing trouble!" After saying that, he gave Zang Feng a hard look.

Mo Yanzhuo, on the other hand, still had that calm look, and said with a smile, "It's okay, what should come will always come, what shouldn't come, if it comes, the general will take care of it with us, but this time... ... Zang Feng, if Second Young Master finds out something, I'm afraid you, the head of the Fierce Tiger Army's scout battalion, will be laughed out of your mouth by your brothers."

Zang Feng seemed to be losing face, and muttered softly, "It's a matter of nothing, I know that the second son has gone to Jiwu, he will never come back, and he is making fun of it..."

At this moment, a greasy hand grabbed Mo Yanzhuo's sleeve suddenly, and before he could frown, a voice with a hippie smile sounded in his ear, "Master, seeing you three coming here in a hurry, I'm afraid they also came to Yuanxiao Ridge to find the vision?"

"The poor Taoist law name is wicked, and there is a pair of ancestral plasters. Right now Yuanxiaoling is full of poisonous insects and miasma. With this plaster, the three of you can come and go freely, and all poisons will not invade. A pair of 10 gold coins, children and old people will not be deceived." !"

Zang Feng is easy to talk to in front of Du Chun and Mo Yanzhuo, but it doesn't mean that he is that harmless to humans and animals. Where is the magic stick who ran out? Stay away, my brother."

"Ah, no, don't worry, benefactors, Pindao doesn't have any malicious intentions, but it seems that a few of you are going to enter the Yuan Xiao Ridge, why don't you buy a few pieces of Pindao's insect-repelling poison plaster, and use it to protect yourself from insect poisoning?" Prepare for a rainy day?" The wicked Taoist priest was talking nonsense, and at the same time carefully looked at the people in front of him with a pair of small eyes.

"we do not need!"

"No need? Uh... Hey, hey, don't go yet! If you don't buy plasters, it's okay to calculate a hexagram!"

Seeing that the three of them were about to run away again, the wicked Taoist priest hurriedly shouted, "If you do some divination, the poor Taoist priest will be able to give you a test of the geometry of this trip to Yuanxiaoling!"

Suddenly, Mo Yanzhuo stopped, turned his head... and looked at the wicked Taoist carefully with interest, as if he remembered something interesting.

"Do you know how to tell a fortune teller?"

When the wicked Taoist priest heard it, he was overjoyed, good guy, there is a door!
Immediately, his energy came up, and he nodded immediately, "Yes, yes, yes, I think I am a lack of morality. Selling plasters is just...just a side job of interest. Fortune-telling is what Pindao is best at proficient in."

I saw the wicked Taoist priest turn back the bamboo pole carrying the words "monopoly dog ​​skin plaster" in his hand, and immediately revealed the other side of the words, with a few big characters crookedly written on it, "Numerology consultation, The Book of Changes predicts that in the past and the present life, wealth and honor will lead to misfortunes and blessings!"

A row of small characters was added below, "One fate, two luck, three Fengshui, 20 gold coins per time, no bargaining!"

Mo Yanzhuo was speechless, shook his head and was about to leave, it was obvious that he was just a street swindler, he didn't have any divination skills.

But at this moment, a loud shout suddenly came from Pingdi, "Good you dog Taoist priest, you have deceived me so hard, I have a goddamn immeasurable god, look at the Buddha, if I don't beat you, your peach blossoms will bloom!"

I saw a fat-headed monk running quickly from a distance, holding a struggling figure in his hand.

"Well, you wicked dog Taoist priest, it's hard for you to deceive me, tell me! Tell me, where did you get the treasure, Lord Buddha, I turned that place upside down and didn't even get a hair. !"

The crazy monk threw the man on the ground carelessly, rolled up his sleeves and grabbed the wicked Taoist priest by the collar.

The wicked Taoist priest was not in a hurry, like the hand holding a small wooden fish hammer, he raised his head and knocked the hammer on the crazy monk's bare head, and said with staring eyes: "When did the poor Taoist lie to you?"

"Buddha, I searched around there, mother is clean and there is nothing, just left such a little thing, good guy, and I also showed a skill of economics, which frightened Buddha, this kid will bring it to you Come on, tell me, you dog priest, where did you get the baby?" The fat monk was cursing, looking crazy.

Mo Yanzhuo looked at the pair of crazy monks and priests, and was about to walk away when he suddenly frowned, and his eyes fell on the man who was thrown to the ground by the crazy monk.

I saw him dressed in white, but he was only sixteen or seventeen years old, and he had an admissions assessment badge pinned to his chest, which meant he would be selected after passing the assessment, and on this badge was a small character "Shu" embedded.

"A freshman from the School of Economics?" He looked carefully again, "Mo Wudao?"

(End of this chapter)