Deviant Immortal of Uncanny Dao

"Senior Brother Li, what's wrong with you?" Seeing that Li Huowang's expression was a little off, Lingmiao subconsciously clenched Li Huowang's hand.

Li Huowang smiled and shook his head, "It's nothing, I thought about leaving the customs soon, and I was a little worried about the outside world. Let's go, let's go and help the Lu family to dismantle the platform. After dismantling, hurry up and leave."

Li Huowang said so, but his eyes were cold, and his temper was becoming more and more like Dan Yangzi.

This change sent chills down Li Huowang's back, and after contacting others that Dan Yangzi was himself, the conjecture at that time was no longer just a conjecture, but was gradually becoming a reality.

If it's just personality, that's all, Li Huowang is even more worried that he will change over time and completely become Dan Yangzi himself.

"If that's the case, everything before makes sense. Dan Yangzi is not protecting me, but protecting himself!"

Thinking of this possibility, Li Huowang's heart began to feel a little irritable. If there was someone he hated the most in this world, then Dan Yangzi, an old lunatic, would definitely be number one.

He doesn't want to become Dan Yangzi, if that's the case, he'd rather die!

Li Huowang even suddenly had an impulse in his heart, and now he immediately turned around and returned to Zhengde Temple. No matter what hardships he would encounter in the future, let the monks hold a Purdue fasting first, and then deal with Danyangzi.

But this is just thinking about it. It’s good to say that I didn’t tear my face before. There is still hope for the two sides to make peace. However, when the seven Buddhas were killed by myself, I believe those monks saw him for the first time. to reimburse.

Those monks are not real monks who eat fast and recite Buddhahood. They can do anything.

Fortunately, according to the previous abbot's description, in addition to Zhengde Temple, there are other sects, and now I can only think of ways from them. What Zhengde Temple can do, other sects can definitely do it.

Li Huowang walked to the donkey cart and opened the map to observe carefully.

He had never planned to contact those people before, because Zhengde Temple made a bad start.

But now it's impossible not to contact him. Since Zhengde Temple has a way to deal with Danyangzi, so can other sects.

Although they don't know what they want, it can be seen from their actions that they covet themselves for something.

"Is it the Book of Heaven left by Dan Yangzi?" Li Huowang thought secretly.

If you don't want to become Danyangzi, you must find a way from them.

"It really doesn't work, so I'll take out that celestial book and exchange it with them." Li Huowang made this decision secretly in his heart, and it was the only bargaining chip he had at the moment.

In Li Huowang's uneasy mood, they finally came to the small town of Guankou.

This small town is full of merchants who come and go, and some people with different styles of clothing, all of whom enter the customs to do business.

Looking at the pass in the distance, Li Huowang looked at Zhuangyuan Lu who was beside him, "Master Lu, it looks like we are going to separate."

Lv Zhuangyuan also sighed and bowed his hands to Li Huowang, "Little Daoist, it's been hard work, if it wasn't for you along the way, we might have suffered a lot."

It was naturally impossible for Lu Jiaban to get out of the pass. When they got to the pass, they should go back through another road and go back to their village.

It is the fate of a small opera troupe like them to wait until they are repaired at home and start over again. If they want to get rid of this windy life, they have to buy a theater and settle down completely.

"It's been a smooth journey, and I don't know what Xiaodao wants to do, but I will help you to succeed! Here are some salted duck eggs that we pickled at home. Take them to eat on the road."

Lu Xiucai held the jar of salted duck eggs and put it on the donkey cart with reluctance.

"Let me borrow your auspicious words. If there is a chance in the future, we will watch Lu Jiaban's drama again. Don't say it. After watching it so many times, I am really addicted to watching it."

After the two sides said goodbye to each other, the donkey cart slowly approached the pass with the newly replenished food.

Looking at their distant backs, Lu Zhuangyuan took a puff of a dry cigarette, raised it and smashed it on the head of his younger son, who was reluctant to part in his eyes.

"Don't worry about that pale girl. We can't afford to be offended by a small family, so go home and find a matchmaker to tell you about your marriage."

"Father, what are you talking about, I don't have it, I really don't have it." Amidst Lu Xiucai's panicked and desperate denial, Ma turned around and walked towards the lively street.

"Father, why are you so stingy so willing to give him a jar of salted duck eggs?" Lu Juren, who was holding his daughter, asked curiously.

"What nonsense is this, don't think that your father is a stingy person, remember, you can't save time when you need to be stingy, you can't save time when you should be generous, this little Daoist is not an ordinary person, if you make friends, then our Lu family can be considered as well. There are people."

After going around, it finally came to an end. Although the dirt road was still surrounded by woods, Li Huowang felt a little different.

On the road, not only their group, but also many other carriages and other people carrying poles.

It is also very simple to distinguish their identities, depending on the style of the clothes, the inside of the pass is the left and the four outside the pass is the right.

Li Huowang thought about it~www.wuxiamtl.com~ opened Lu Zhuangyuan's jar and found that it was full of salted duck eggs.

The dog next to him leaned over and said in surprise, "These days, duck eggs are valuable, and salt is also valuable. This old man, Zhuangyuan Lu, is so lavish."

Li Huowang closed the jar, and his impression of the old, young and old man changed a lot.

"Don't talk about those useless things, any of you have a family in Siqi country, get ready to go home."

Everyone looked at each other, and Xiaoman, who was covered in black hair, raised his right hand and said with a trembling voice, "My family is in Siqi."

Hearing her say this, the surroundings suddenly became quiet. Everyone else knew about her grievances with her parents and what she planned to do when she got home.

"Sister Xiaoman, why don't you..." Li Huowang interrupted Bai Lingmiao just as she was about to persuade her with an embarrassed expression.

"Okay, then you should be familiar with it. Tell me, what kind of place is Siqi, and is there a sect like Zhengde Temple?"

Xiaoman, whose face was covered by a black bamboo hat, took a deep breath. "I don't know. Although I live here, I have never been out of the village for more than ten years. When I was nine years old, I saw a big dancer at the head of the village."

"God of dancing..." Li Huowang felt a little apprehensive when he mentioned the word "God", and the God of Joy gave him too much shadow.

"Is there any place for the dancing gods to live together?"

"No, I heard that the dance gods all live in their own homes, and they all worship the fairy family at home."

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"Xianjia? Does it have a name?" Li Huowang's mind flashed all kinds of strange things in this world.

"Red, yellow and white Liubei, I've heard of five different fairy houses, but I don't know what they are."

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