fox repair

Ever since the brat learned the disguise technique, Mo Chen wanted to shed tears of sympathy for all the mortals in the world who like to seek fortune-telling from fortune-tellers.

Because before that, every time they left a place, they would never go back, and those ordinary people who were cheated by the brat still had time to recover their blood.But after learning to change his appearance, the brat no longer needs to run around to avoid being chased and killed. He only needs to change his appearance, and then continue to stay in the local area to deceive people until he deceives the local people so that whenever he sees a fortune teller, he will chase after him When I got a serious illness, I would rather seek medical advice than go to a fortune teller. Even when I got married, I would never go to Geng Tie before leaving to go elsewhere.

In this way, every time the brat goes to a city, the people there will despair of the fortune teller.He was also in the name of the Ning family's certification, and even brought the fortune teller of the Ning family in Yunling to ruin his reputation. Fortunately, the Ning family didn't take these things seriously and didn't cause trouble.

But Mo Chen still didn't understand, since he has no talent for fortune-telling, why is this person so persistent, is it just to inherit the legacy of his master?But when the god stick died, he didn't say that he must be allowed to do this job.

"You have been chased and beaten all your life, wandering around without fame or wealth, why didn't you think about doing other things? Why do you have to tell fortunes..."

The day the brat died was a rainy day, and the hut was cold and damp, so Mo Chen had to use spells to make the room warmer.He lay on the side of the bed, looking at the face that was still in disguise.Since learning to disguise, the brat has changed his appearance almost every few days, and even Mo Chen has never seen his real face again.

"Ah Chen thinks that I am not suitable for fortune-telling?" The voice sounded from a young man to an old man, but whenever the word "Ah Chen" was called out, it was patient and gentle.

"You have never been accurate in fortune-telling, do you still think it is suitable for fortune-telling?"

"Not sure, isn't it good?"

Mo Chen wondered if the brat was old and confused, or he was unconscious and began to talk nonsense, the fortune teller was not sure, is it still a good thing?

"Ah Chen, let me ask you, if you were the mortal who came to me for fortune-telling, and asked me one thing, if I could solve the problem for you, or avoid the disaster for you, what would you do?"

"Naturally, I am very happy."

"Then what about trouble later?"

"Since you helped me solve the problem last time, I will naturally come to you again..."

"Yeah, I have figured out what you want to ask, and I have helped you avoid disasters. You will ask me about everything in the future. To please, to rely on, to be afraid. So in the end, what is your destiny? Am I assisting, or is it controlled by me?"

Mo Chen was stunned for a moment.

The corners of the lips of the man lying on the bed twitched slightly. Although he was dying, his pupils did not have the slightest fear of death. They were calm and deep, revealing a kind of transparency that mortals cannot break.

"Everything in the world is born naturally according to the universe, and operates independently. It should not respect the sky, the earth, ghosts, gods and monsters, but only follow the heart. Born to be free, why bother to become someone else's puppet? Even if this life is suffering, it is nothing more than turning into A passing moment. Life and death are nothing, so why be trapped by joy, anger, sorrow and joy. With my own strength, if more people can understand this and get rid of the fate of being bound and manipulated, it will not be in vain to live this life... "

It wasn't until that moment that Mo Chen suddenly realized that he seemed to have never really understood the person he had watched grow up with his own eyes.He accompanied him all his life, and always claimed to be his elder, taught him carefully, scolded him, loved him and protected him, but in the end, he was awakened by him instead.

Wuqing Temple has long since disappeared, and even Wuqing Mountain has become a barren mountain and wild ridge with the passage of time.Because of being poor and wandering all his life, when the brat died, he was covered only by straw mats, and no one came to the funeral.Mo Chen took his bones, found a quiet and beautiful island in the sea, buried him, and then went straight to Yunling Ning's house without looking back.

For so many years, Mo Chen has always had a thorn in his heart, which made him feel uncomfortable.

He couldn't forget the ending calculated by the brat at the Sansheng Stone.

There will be no reincarnation after two lives.Even though Mo Chen had always firmly believed that the brat was talking nonsense, and the Three Lives Stone was just a deceptive fool, he still couldn't feel completely at ease.He could accept death, accept the reincarnation of the brat he cared about as a stranger he didn't know at all, but he couldn't accept him disappearing into this world.

joke!Death?What is the ending?How can it be!How could he tolerate this kind of thing happening to him?

So Mo Chen decided to find the reincarnation of the brat, he wanted to see, with his escort, who would dare to let his brat suffer.Even if doing so will be said to be obsessed with by the magic stick back then, or even tied up by the living brat, Mo Chen doesn't care.

He is still obsessed, what can he do?

The foundation cultivator of Liuhe Bahuang Temple saw the reappearance of the bandit white fox that made trouble decades ago, his pupils shrank in fright, and immediately threw himself on the Sansheng Stone, tremblingly said: "Senior Fox, if you want to shoot Shoot me, let this Sanshengshi go!"

Mo Chen snorted, ignored the foundation builder, walked directly to the Sansheng Stone, and circled around it slowly.

While following the white fox, the cultivator who established the foundation turned around so that he could always stand in front of the stone. At the same time, he used the secret of sound transmission to communicate with the little monk who was guarding the gate, and asked him to go to the top to report and move rescuers to deal with this vixen who smashed and looted. I was busy working on two things at once, when I suddenly heard a cool voice from my spiritual consciousness.

"Don't waste your energy, I didn't come here to spoil the scene today."

Foundation Establishment cultivator looked around, only to realize that it was the white fox that was transmitting the sound to him.

"Senior, why are you here, senior?" the monk stammered.

When the soul enters the cycle of reincarnation, all traces of the previous life are eliminated. It is very difficult for even a Taoist immortal to follow the path.

Mo Chen carefully observed the three-life stone. Since this stone can show a person's past and present lives, it means that he already has spirituality.It is not impossible for a stone to become a spirit. If it is enlightened, it is very likely to have memory.If Mo Chen wanted to find the reincarnation of the brat, he had to rely on the help of this stone to let it reproduce the reincarnation of the brat, so that he could use clues to find it.

In the future, the cultivator of Foundation Establishment immediately slumped and shook his head like a rattle, "Senior, I'm afraid this can't be done, it really can't be done. The Sansheng Stone can only be displayed when the Lord is in the presence of his hands. How could it be possible to reproduce his past and present life? Impossible, really impossible."

Mo Chen narrowed his eyes slightly.

After a stick of incense.

The foundation-building cultivator who had returned to the bone fairy style just now, his Taoist robes were torn into strips, his face was painted, and there were countless cuts on his buttocks, in groups of three, as if he was scratched by something's claws.But this is nothing, the most terrible thing is that his neck is stuck in a mouth full of fangs at this time, as long as he struggles a little, his throat will be pierced by the fangs.

"Is it really impossible?" Mo Chen asked lazily, closing his mouth slightly.

"Really do..."

"If you can't do it, I'll eat you."

Foundation Establishment cultivator swallowed half of what he said, and nodded tremblingly: "I can do it, I can do it, senior!"

Tsk, it would have been better if it had been like this earlier, why bother?

The images shown on the Sansheng Stone can indeed be reproduced, just as Mo Chen expected, this stone has already opened up its intelligence and memory, so it can record the images it sees.However, it would take a lot of skill to reproduce these images, and several precious materials were needed, so the Foundation Establishment cultivator lied that it couldn't be done.

After taking a long time to put several special spirit ores on the Sansheng stone, the monk who established the foundation was still hesitating whether to take advantage of the fox's inattention and inform the family that a fox cultivator had come to the Ning family to make trouble.

How could Mo Chen live in vain for hundreds of years?As soon as the foundation cultivator rolled his eyes, he could see what he was thinking, and he said through a voice transmission: "You can send a voice transmission to the senior monks of the Ning family, and let them come and capture me. But before they come, I'm enough to get you died."

Foundation Establishment cultivator trembled, almost peeing his pants in fright.He knew that the white fox wasn't bragging at all. It was a majestic ninth-level monster that even monks at the later stage of Jindan would not dare to provoke.So he had no choice but to obediently obey his orders and cast a spell to make Sanshengshi reappear the reincarnation picture of the little fortune teller back then.

The first picture came out as a baby, and it didn't take long for him to die. Mo Chen didn't care about him, but just stared at the second picture.

A bamboo hut, a bamboo couch, and a young man in white lying on it.Although it is only a small space on this side, it is enough for Mo Chen to see many problems.

The decoration of this bamboo house seems simple, but the layout is very elegant. Some furniture and furnishings can be seen to be old things, some are even damaged, but they all have their own origins, and they cannot be bought by ordinary people.Moreover, there was a candlestick placed beside the table, Mo Chen could clearly see that the material was made of spirit stones only found in the world of cultivating immortals.The white clothes on the young man were extremely luxurious, and there was faint aura flowing on them, which was obviously made of spiritual silk.

So Mo Chen came to a preliminary conclusion, this is a family related to cultivating immortals, and the family background is quite rich, but this young man was obviously excluded from wealth.Where would you find such a dilapidated house in the general cultivating clan?The answer is obvious, it is to let the clansmen living far away take care of the farms or mines where they live.

In this way, the search scope is greatly reduced. As long as one can find a house exactly like the one in this picture, there is hope to find the reincarnation of the brat.

However, even so, Mo Chen still searched hard for more than ten years but failed.But he didn't know that just a few months after he left the Ning family in Yunling, a great event happened in the Ning family-the wife of the head of the Ning family gave birth to a son with a mutated wind attribute, and the head of the Ning family was very happy Endless, the banquet guests celebrate.

Just less than a year later, the happy event turned into a sad event.

Because people discovered that this son who carried the high hopes of the Patriarch of the Ning family and was extremely talented and strong, turned out to be a fool.Patriarch Ning was furious, and from then on he hated the wife who gave birth to a stupid son. After only a few years, the wife of the Patriarch died of illness. Patriarch Ning put the concubine who had two sons on the throne, and the silly son who was born on the first line was thrown into the Rural farms are left to fend for themselves.