Don’t get me wrong, immortals are all simple and unpretentious!

The arrival of an uninvited guest disrupted their "calligraphy competition."

"Emperor!"

"Owner!"

Two voices sounded at the same time, one coming from the ears and the other coming from the mind.

At first, Old Man Xue was indeed frightened half to death by the sudden turn of events, until he dipped a brush in ink and wrote the words "I am Liu Rumeng" on the wall. Looking at the familiar handwriting, Doctor Xue immediately became energetic.

So one old and one young began to communicate through writing.

Liu Rumeng also told Xue Jishi how he turned into a ghost general. The old man said that the sky has eyes, the sky has eyes!

At the same time, in my heart, I was even more grateful to that benefactor.

At this moment, the benefactor came!

With Li Wudao as the microphone, there is no need to waste ink anymore, "My lord, this child Rumeng is by your side. It is her good fortune, so I can rest assured!"

Doctor Xue spoke sincerely, with relief written all over his old face.

Li Wudao's expression was somewhat unnatural, as if he had kidnapped someone else's daughter-in-law.

The old man seemed to have noticed Li Wudao's embarrassment, "My dear friend, don't worry too much. This little old man's words definitely come from the bottom of his heart."

The two chatted for about an hour, and it could be seen that Xue Jishi's heart had opened up.

Seeing that the sky was getting dark, Li Wudao and Liu Rumeng looked at each other, stood up and said goodbye to the old man.

Xue Jishi watched the immortal rise into the sky, smiled with relief, and opened the door of the Herbal Hall. Business will resume tomorrow.

"Master, do you really want to go to Prajna Temple?"

Above the sky, Liu Rumeng held Li Wudao's arm and walked through the clouds.

Li Wudao looked deeply and murmured: "If the rumors are true, it would not be a bad idea to put the battlefield at Prajna Temple."

"Master, actually you don't have to put yourself at risk..."

Liu Rumeng hesitated to speak. Although she had recognized her master, the man in front of her was still a mystery to her.

A drop of the master's essence and blood can free her from the burning fire of karma and transform her into a ghost general like no other. She claims to be the legendary immortal immortal who can move mountains and reclaim seas, which is mostly true.

But there is such a fairy-like existence who can neither fly in the clouds nor have strong fighting power. Apart from his appearance and temperament, he is almost no different from ordinary people...

No, there is still a difference. The owner's body's recovery ability can definitely be described as abnormal.

Liu Rumeng was sure of one thing, that is, the master was really immortal, so it was quite appropriate to say that he was an immortal. As for those legends, well... maybe the world was overly mythical.

Looking at Li Wudao's perfect side face, Liu Rumeng smiled lightly, why should she think too much, whether she is an immortal or a mortal, she will always protect her master.

Feeling Liu Rumeng's admiring gaze, Li Wudao pretended to be calm and said, "Xiaomeng, the broken ghost page of the talisman has been fused. Is there any discomfort in your ghost body?"

At this moment, Liu Rumeng's whole body was covered with strange runes. She looked a bit like a bad girl with tattoos in her previous life, but in terms of temperament, Liu Rumeng was out of place with those little brats. With her red eyebrows, The imprint has a unique charm.

Liu Rumeng enjoyed her master's concern and shook her head with a smile, "Master, there is no need to worry. If Xiao Meng feels it right, the violent energy in the runes has been purified by the master's mark. Not only is there no discomfort, but there is a hint of strength." promote."

Li Wudao also felt this. Li Rumeng was indeed stronger than before.

After flying for about half an hour, one person and one ghost arrived at Pagoda Mountain.

This mountain is located a hundred miles west of Qingtian County. It is named because it looks like a pagoda. However, the peaks are steep and the walls stand thousands of feet high. Although it is very famous, few people visit it.

The Prajna Temple where the monk is located is on the top of the Pagoda Mountain.

This alone can prove that this old monk has something, because even for a second-grade warrior like Zhou Zheng, it is extremely difficult and dangerous to reach the top of Pagoda Mountain.

But Ling Yin can easily travel between Prajna Temple and Qingtian County, which explains everything.

"No wonder Old Thief Tu always goes out to beg for alms. This mountain is so high, there is no way there can be incense."

Li Wudao stood proudly on a dangerous peak, looking at the Prajna Temple on the top of the peak. The temple was small and very dilapidated. The vermilion exterior walls had faded, and only the golden top reflected the last rays of the sunset.

"Master, why don't we go over?" Liu Rumeng asked with eyes.

Li Wudao shook his head and simply sat on a huge rock. The howling mountain wind blew across his face. He smiled lightly and uttered one word, "Wait!"

Liu Rumeng didn't ask any more questions, turned behind Li Wudao, and helped his master squeeze his shoulders.

Time passed bit by bit, and I heard the temple bell ringing in the distance. It was already midnight.

"It seems that the rumors are not trustworthy." Li Wudao stood up and motioned Liu Rumeng to leave.

However, Liu Rumeng did not move, but looked coldly in a certain direction. Li Wudao followed her gaze and saw an old man and a young man sitting on a huge rock three feet away.

Under the reflection of the moonlight, the old monk's shaved head was glowing with dazzling white light, which really meant that the Buddha's light was shining everywhere.

The younger one is naturally Liuli, with her long dark hair hanging loosely and her jewel-like eyes like a deep pool, clear but bottomless.

An old man and a young man were like two stone statues, both looking at Li Wudao.

There is no doubt that they are here for their master and servant.

Li Wudao sneered, but did not step forward. Instead, he used telepathy to communicate with Liu Rumeng.

When Liu Rumeng heard this, he was a little at a loss.

"Be obedient." Li Wudao comforted him. Seeing Liu Rumeng nodding, he simply sat down on the stone again. He no longer took the old man and the young man in the distance seriously, and didn't even look at them again.

The air became quiet, and even the howling mountain wind seemed to have stopped.

"Amitabha!" After a quarter of an hour, Zen Master Liaoyin called out the syntax number, stood up with Liuli, and walked slowly towards Master Li Wudao.

Li Wudao also stood up and winked at Liu Rumeng. Liu Rumeng understood and hid behind Li Wudao.

"Donor, don't be nervous. The old monk has no ill intentions."

Zen Master Liaoyin still had the same compassionate look, and his voice was like a drum in the evening and a bell in the morning.

Li Wudao sneered, "Oh? If you don't mean any harm, why come here?"

"It's just to resolve a cause and effect." Zen Master Liaoyin rubbed his rosary beads and muttered something.

"Don't beat around the bush, old bald donkey. If you have something to say, say it quickly. If you have a fart, hurry up!" Li Wudao has lost his patience. Seeing the pitiful look on this old bald donkey's face, he wants to kick him in the face. Without me, the whole Tianyuan The mainland has been reduced to a colony of demons 100,000 years ago. I am the greatest mercy in the world!

Being scolded as an old bald donkey, the old monk didn't even frown, and said with his usual expression: "Please go to the prison tower behind the young master, the female benefactor, to practice with concentration, and don't wander around in the world, otherwise there will be a big cause and effect in the future, which will lead to the ruin of all living beings."