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He caught the lecherous ghost, one of the five ghosts, in his hand, and said a word of Amitabha. Then the body of the ghost in his hand gradually turned into gray stone, and a green-gray irregular fruit appeared in his hand, just like the other ones who had been saved. The spirits are like ghosts.

Juefa looked at the red-haired Taoist beside him, as if waiting for Tushanjun to make a decision.

Tu Shanjun didn't have so many thoughts. He smiled lightly and stepped onto the carriage: "Since he wants to invite us, he naturally wants to meet us."

I have received all the gifts for meeting, and it is indeed unjustifiable not to meet in person.

You have to know who the other person is.

The senior has set an example, and Juefa did not refute. He remained calm and stepped onto the ladder.

On the other hand, Malu couldn't figure it out at all. He didn't seem to have recovered from the shock just now. Of course, he didn't just come to make friends, but he felt that monks and Taoist priests didn't deserve to die here, so he came to help.

If there is any purpose or reason, maybe he and Suo Wu know each other, or maybe he really appreciates what these two people do.

Unexpectedly, these two people didn't need his help at all.

"That was really Jin Dan Zhenren just now?" Ma Lu was confused. It didn't look like Jin Dan Zhenren, but more like some powerful attack method, but this terrifying method showed that it looked like Jin Dan Zhenren.

However, after looking around, Ma Lu shook his head again. That was indeed the pressure of Master Jin Dan, and it was also the aura of real existence.

If that doesn't count as a true Jin Dan, then all Jin Dan in this world may be fake.

In a word, I can't understand it.

Since he couldn't understand it, he didn't think about it. The monk and the Taoist were going to Dahei Mountain, and he happened to be going to Dahei Mountain on the same road.

But the person in front of them who invited them was a little strange.

Seeing the monks and Taoists all getting on the carriage, Ma Lu followed suit.

…

The four-by-eight carriage is extremely spacious inside.

Not to mention that the vehicle is made of high-quality Yinli wood, with blazing ghost horses as its legs. Most people don't have such a pomp, not because it is too ostentatious, but because these eight ghost horses are extremely rare and difficult to get together.

The interior decoration is like a small resting building for dignitaries in ordinary capital cities. It is elegant and exquisite, and has a simple atmosphere because of the material.

A faint ancient lamp drives away the cold and heat, just like the spring breeze blowing on your face.

Tushanjun looked at the old man in purple official robe.

His pale hair was neatly tied, his eyes were bright and clear, and there was no shadow or gloom at all. There is no stumbling or bloatedness that an old person should have at all, and his energy level is countless times higher than that of a young person.

The clothes are more exquisite than those of high officials. They look like official robes, but they are officials of unknown dynasties.

Tu Shanjun has seen officials from Daliang who don't wear clothes like this.

The old man put a feather fan on the table with a smile.

"Slut."

This is the first impression of Tushanjun.

No one would dress like this, and it's only early spring, so there's no need for a feather fan. This thing is always in hand, probably just to show off. It is not ruled out that it is a random magic weapon. The magic weapons of monks are all kinds of strange, and not all monks can make a flying sword.

However, he did not admit that the old man in front of him had a stable aura and advanced cultivation.

"trouble."

"Amitabha, haven't you asked me the donor's name yet?" The monk spoke first.

Ma Lu, who climbed onto the carriage, was stunned for a moment and blurted out: "Mr. Nie?"

The old man known as Mr. Nie smiled and nodded at Malu, then he cupped his hands towards the monk and Taoist priest and said, "My Lord, Nie Quanjiu of Gaoping Mansion."

After learning this person's true identity, Juefa was even more surprised.

He had heard about Gaoping Fujun, but the time when they met now was very different from what he had imagined. It was even completely contrary to what he had imagined.

"Little Monk Bai Gu Si Jue Fa." Jue Fa clasped his hands together and told the origin of his heels.

"I have heard of you, Master Juefa of the White Bone Temple."

Tu Shanjun couldn't help but glance at the monk. From what Nie Quan said, Juefa seemed to be quite famous.

However, Nie Quanjiu's eyes quickly moved to the red-haired Taoist.

"Tu Shanjun, Yehu Zen is one."

Hearing the red-haired Taoist saying that he was a Yehu Chan, Nie Quanjiu couldn't help but laugh, and immediately said: "I can't tell the Taoist priest's heels, but there are traces of several major sects in them. I guess the Taoist priest is not the so-called Yehu Chan. "

"And Taoist Master, do you know how the people in these thousands of miles of mountains and rivers call you?"

"What's that?"

"The red-haired fairy."

"Even my Gaoping Mansion has a legend about the red-haired immortal."

Nie Quanjiu made a gesture of invitation and said with a smile: "Don't be so formal, please sit down, please sit down."

Malu looked like he suddenly understood, chuckled and shook his head: "No wonder, I said who would take action to capture the five ghosts, but in this Gaoping Mansion, who dares to take action, only you, Mr. Nie, will take action. "

The three of them took their seats.

Tu Shanjun wanted to use Jue Fa's magic power to let me see Nie Quanjiu's cultivation.

This clone is still too weak, and it is difficult to judge with the naked eye. Even if you use the spiritual eye, you may not be able to see the other party's details. Using the spiritual eye is a very impolite behavior and can easily cause misunderstandings.

However, mobilizing mana at close range to activate the Soul Flag might actually allow the old man to see the rope.

Think about it or give it up, no matter what the opponent's cultivation level is, the soldiers will come to cover up the water and the earth. If the Zunhun Banner's heel is seen, he will face a lot of unnecessary trouble in the future.

Nie Quanjiu poured a cup of tea for Juefa and said: "This tea is the soul-seed tea under the Netherworld Cliff. It has the effect of cleansing the soul and increasing mana. The most important thing is that it tastes great. Master must try it."

He then took out a well-sealed wine jar and placed a jade-carved wine bowl on it: "I heard Taoist priests say good wine, and this is a thousand-year-old ginseng wine."

"Oh, then I have to try it." Tu Shanjun's eyes lit up.

Nie Quanjiu poured a glass for both Tu Shanjun and Malu, and also added a glass for himself.

"I respect the master and the Taoist priest. You don't need my respect for you, Malu. We, old and young, are familiar with each other." Nie Quanjiu raised his glass and then looked at Malu who was sitting upright next to him with a smile.

Malu hurriedly declined and said with a smile: "If you always respect me, you would be really insulting me, Malu."

"please."

The ginseng wine stands out vigorously, like waves surging, layer after layer.

Putting down the tea bowl, Juefa asked, "Why did Donor Nie take action?"

The fact that Malu would take action may have something to do with his senior brother's awakening. After all, they had met before, and Malu's personality was easy to take action, so it was not surprising that Ma Lu caught up with him. However, Nie Quanjiu was different.

He is the prince of Gaoping Mansion.

Gaoping Mansion is not this city, but a vast expanse of land with countless creatures on it.

Fu Jun moved his whole body with a single move. Looking at his demeanor and the skill of nourishing his energy, he understood that this was definitely not a monk who acted on his own initiative.

Regardless of whether they really enjoyed the conversation or not, the monk always had a skeptical attitude.

Nie Quanjiu smiled and took away the feather fan on the table, a sly look flashed in his eyes, but he did not answer the monk's doubts.

Nie Quanjiu didn't explain, but someone else said: "Because he doesn't want anyone to leak the news."

"What's the explanation?"

"If we can't survive the three generals, five ghosts, and all the chasing troops, Fellow Daoist Nie will definitely take advantage of the situation and take action."

"However, we not only survived, but also demonstrated the strength of the Golden Core cultivator, so he handed over to us one of the five ghosts he had already controlled."

"I said, do you also want the Ghost King of Dahei Mountain to die?" Tu Shanjun turned the carved jade cup and gently placed it on the table, with a relaxed expression and a touch of sarcasm.

Nie Quanjiu clapped his hands and praised: "Taoist Master is indeed extraordinary."

The red-haired Taoist sneered: "It's really because there are too many people who want the Ghost King of Daheishan to die along the way."

Nie Quanjiu flicked his feather fan, always with a meaningful smile, and said very calmly: "But it's not that I want the Ghost King of Daheishan to die, but that it's time for him to die."

"Why?"

"Because the power he mastered was too weird, and there was a big problem. Since then, there has been no golden elixir monk in Daheishan for a long time. The old man doesn't have much life left, and he doesn't want to wait any longer."

Tu Shanjun frowned and said, "I heard that he can't leave Daheishan?"

Nie Quanjiu shook his head and said: "No, it's not that he can't get out, but he is unwilling to get out. He will pay a huge price if he leaves Daheishan."

"Amitabha, if the mountain does not come towards the young monk, the young monk will walk towards the mountain."

"Where is the master coming from?"

"Slay demons and eliminate demons, and cultivate yourself to the fullest."

"Master and the Great Black Mountain Ghost King have any encounters?"

"Had."

"No wonder, no wonder, no wonder..."

Nie Quanjiu was suddenly stunned. He said this several times, and then stopped talking.

Tu Shanjun watched the two men playing riddles, and then looked at Juefa, trying to find something unnatural on Juefa's face. But I don’t know if I am truly magnanimous, or if my face is neither happy nor sad because of my tempered state of mind.

All in all, he didn't see anything from the monk's face.

Tu Shanjun couldn't help but regret that he had spoken harshly at that time, but now he was indeed a little curious.

Compared to Tu Shanjun who had only a little knowledge, Malu was completely at a loss and had no idea what they were talking about. In the end, he could only drink the wine in one gulp.

The monk didn't ask or speak any more. He took out the carving knife and carved the green-gray fruit in his hand.

With each additional white bone prayer bead, the monk's cultivation level improves by one point.

It was not obvious at first, until the number of beads in his hand reached more than a hundred, the monk's cultivation level was changing and improving every moment.

Even taking any panacea will not have such a powerful effect.

One hundred and six, the pinnacle of foundation building.

One hundred and seven, fake pills.

One hundred and eight...

Tu Shanjun feels that it only takes a thought for a monk to step into that realm.

"The White Bone Original Willingness to Cross the Body Sutra"

"Is this technique so outrageous?"

"No, there are many powerful techniques in this world, but in the final analysis, it is still the people who use them."

The four-by-eight carriages were running like the wind.

In just two days, the two thousand miles journey was over.

The monk opened his eyes and said calmly: "Young monk wants to take a bath."