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The old Taoist priest was full and lying on the floor, touching his round belly, staring at Potato.

Taoist priest, "Are you a monk?!"

"What nonsense are you talking about? What monk?! I am the king of a country, why don't you greet me when you see me?! How dare you!"

"Oh~ It turns out he's not a monk, but a fool."

Potato stood up and said, "You are the fool, your whole family is fools!"

Bird's Nest Head, "You dare to insult my father, I will stab your nose, poke your eyes, and kill all your clans!"

Mao Jigong, "Hehehe, this old Taoist priest with a big nose is the best at pretending. If you send him to the Liufan Gate, he will behave himself after being fanned!"

Jiang You, who was walking to the corner of the stairs, glanced at Mao Jigong: So the Six Gates is this fan...

Square Face rushed forward and started fighting with the old Taoist priest.

Jiang You saw this absurd scene but did not try to stop it.

She also wanted to know how powerful this old Taoist priest was.

I thought this old Taoist priest would fight with Square Face.

Unexpectedly, he took out a yellow talisman from his pocket and slapped it on the square face, "Fix!"

"Snapped!"

The square-faced man passed through the yellow talisman and slapped him, "You old bastard, you dared to touch my face!"

Half of the old Taoist priest's face quickly swelled up, "Huh? Why is it useless?"

He pinched his fingers, and the expression on his face became even more interesting, "You are not a human being?!"

"Your Majesty, this bull nose called me a non-human!!!"

The old Taoist priest dodged while calculating with his fingers, circling around the other three people like throwing a handkerchief. A yellow talisman was unexpectedly attached to Potato's shiny bald head, "Top!"

This time, the four spirit members seemed to be acupunctured.

Bird-Head was still picking his nose, Potato's eyes were cross-eyed as he looked at the yellow talisman on his head, Hairy Rooster's Nine Yin White Bone Claw was just starting to move, and Square-Face's palm as big as a palm fan was raised high.

Time seemed to have stopped only for these four people.

Zhang Shuhui was amazed by this move, "This, this, this! It actually froze me! There really are Taoists in this world! I thought those in TV dramas were all fake!"

She curiously reached out to touch the yellow talisman, but then she remembered the law of self-destruction summarized in the movie and stopped in time.

The old Taoist nodded and said, "Little girl, very good. You know your limits."

Zhang Shuhui, "What would happen if I touched it?"

The old Taoist stroked his goatee and said, "It won't be a big deal. It will just explode."

Zhang Shuhui was frightened and broke out in a cold sweat, fortunately she didn't do anything naughty.

"My friend, you have been watching this show for such a long time. Do you think it's good?"

The old Taoist priest turned his head with a smile and looked in the direction of Jiang You and bowed.

"I am Wuweizi, and I came here at this time because I want to observe the thing in your hand."

The old Taoist priest went straight to the point and stated his purpose directly.

Jiang You took a serious look at the old Taoist priest in front of him who called himself Wuweizi. He had chicken skin and white hair and looked to be over 60 years old.

"She walked downstairs and said calmly, "Master Wuweizi, right? Let me finish breakfast first."

Wuweizi nodded, seeing that Jiang You acted at ease, and could calmly eat breakfast even with such a big event in front of him. He was completely different from those old guys who were as anxious as ants on a hot pan.

It seems that he has the talent to practice Taoism.

He said, "I have another disciple who will be here soon. Please let him in. I climbed over the wall, but my disciple is a little dull and may not be so smart."

Zhang Shuhui's eyes twitched. "You are honest."

Less than half an hour later, there was a knock on the gate.

Zhang Shuhui leaned over to take a look and saw a little boy of about seven or eight years old with messy hair in a bun and a crooked wooden stick stuck in his hair.

She is as delicate as a jade, and her eyes are as clear as if they had been washed by water.

Not the creepy clarity seen in the eyes of the spiritual quartet, but clean, truly clean.

The bun on the little Taoist's head was loose and he looked tired.

When he saw Zhang Shuhui, he bowed politely.

"Wulian Tianzun, little sister, may I ask if my master is here? My master is an old Taoist with a white beard!"

Zhang Shuhui guessed that the person in front of her should be the not-so-clever little disciple that Wuweizi mentioned.

Seeing him standing outside the gate with restraint and courtesy, he didn't even want to walk in just because the gate was open.

Zhang Shuhui nodded.

Well, in the doomsday, I haven’t seen such a polite kid for a long time.

She tentatively called out the name of Wuweizi's disciple, "Soapberry?"

"Yes, yes, that's my master. I'm Sapindus mukorossi, and I'm his last disciple!" The little boy's eyes lit up and he nodded repeatedly.

Zhang Shuhui led him in.

"Your master and our city lord are discussing matters in the study. Please wait on the first floor."

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at the same time.

In the study.

Wuweizi was holding the thing in his hand, looking at it carefully, and calculating with his fingers.

He kept mumbling something in his mouth that only he could understand.

One last lick.

Only then did he look at Jiang You, his old face full of wrinkles.

"Yes, I am sure of it this time. I am sure this is the wood spirit! Where did you get this thing from?"

Jiang You, "Picked out from someone else's stomach."

Wuweizi smacked his lips and said, "No wonder it smells like large intestines."

Jiang You asked curiously, "..."

"I heard it was called a heart of a tree," she said.

Wuweizi nodded and said, "It's okay to call it the tree heart, but in the eyes of cultivators, this is the essence of the wood spirit, or in layman's terms, the crystal core of the tree.

Zombies have their own crystal cores, and mutant beasts have their own crystal cores.

In ancient times, zombie crystal cores were called corpse essences, and mutant beast crystal cores were called demon pills. The demon pills mentioned in some picture books are actually the crystal cores of beasts. "

Jiang You, "You said there were zombies in the past?"

"Why not? Do you think zombies and mutants are special products of our time?

It's just a different name, and coupled with the imagination of later generations, the previous myths seem even more magical.

Having said that, the wood spirit essence is different from the ordinary mutant plant crystal core. The crystal core of the mutant plant can only be called a crystal core.

But the wood spirit essence is rare among ten thousand."

Afraid that Jiang You might not understand, Wuweizi gave an analogy, "For example, the bull treasure and the cow dung egg that come out of the same cow's stomach are completely different levels.

Ordinary people can only have stones in their bodies, but high-ranking monks can have relics in their bodies."

“The wood spirit essence must be from a tree that is at least hundreds of thousands of years old before this thing can grow.

After the founding of the country, a fold in the sky cut off all the spiritual energy in the world.

All spiritual things are non-renewable. If they were used a little at a time, they would have been consumed by the major families long ago.

This thing is a legend among legends.

I have also seen it in the records of my great-grandmaster, but I didn’t expect it to really exist!”

Jiang You looked at Wuweizi with some doubt, "Spiritual energy?"

Wuweizi nodded, "Yes, spiritual energy! Researchers say this is a biological explosion, the return of Cambrian! Ordinary people think it is the end of the world, the rebirth of evil! But in our eyes, this is the result of the revival of spiritual energy!

Those mythological novels about flying, wind, fire, thunder and lightning, and the five elements of spiritual roots are, to put it bluntly, just people with special abilities of different attributes!

Even in the mythological era, there were systematic methods of learning and improving various supernatural powers.

How is it like now?

Alas, each generation is inferior to the previous one..."