"Ancestor, I have no choice but to invite you here, little Yanwa! I am also very frightened and uneasy about disturbing your old man's Qing Dynasty, but I really have no choice!"

New Jersey, Sussex Highlands in North County, a land of green mountains and green waters.

On a rock five to six meters high, a middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties sat cross-legged.

Under the rock, an old man in his sixties, wearing a Tang suit, was kneeling. It was the old man who was speaking to the middle-aged man, his tone almost pleading.

The middle-aged man on the rock looks very good. His black hair is tied up in a high bun with a wooden hairpin stuck in the middle.

The clothes on his body were a green robe that had been washed white, and a gourd was tied around his waist. He looked like a Taoist priest who was traveling abroad, and he had an air of immortality and Taoism.

"Qianshan, I gave my descendants of the Yan family three transmission notes. Now, you have used two, and there is one more." The middle-aged Taoist priest's voice was low, but his momentum was sufficient.

"Two hundred years ago, we, the descendants of the Yan family, and I made a promise to have three opportunities. Once the opportunity is gone, we will never meet again.

"As a cultivator, the five aggregates are empty and the six paths are peaceful. We cannot frequently enter the world and entangle with the secular people, especially the descendants. Unexpectedly, I gave three talismans to the descendants, and you only used two!

"Last time, you asked me to cleanse your marrow, but your qualifications were too poor. With my methods, I could only get you to the top of Anjin.

"You are already sixty-three years old. It seems that your life is hopeless. However, this is also very remarkable in the secular world.

"Looking at the world, there should be no more than two hands who can fight you in five moves. This time, you have invited me again. Why are you so anxious?"

The middle-aged man said, closed his eyes, put his right hand on his lap, closed his fingers, and kept tapping the other four fingers with his thumb.

"Ancestor, do you still have to ask? You can tell by looking at me like this!" The sixty-year-old man knelt in front of this middle-aged man. His expression and appearance were like that of a child who has not yet grown up.

"I know you were tricked. What I'm asking is, the reason for the matter." The middle-aged man said, still closing his eyes.

"Old Ancestor, I was given a trick by a colleague, but the curse has not yet been sent out." This old man is Yan Qianshan, the manager of Luo Mansion.

But he looked obviously haggard, his complexion was dark, and his eyes were very bloodshot, as if he was suffering from pinkeye.

"But even though this curse hasn't been issued yet, I feel very uncomfortable! However, my forty or fifty years of Lu Ban Shu practice can't break the curse he cast on me as a child!

"Old Ancestor, I have more and more doubts that the Luban Shu that the little boy in the same group learned is different from the Luban Shu that all of us have learned! This arithmetic he added to me is definitely not in the first volume of "The Book of Luban"

Yes! Ancestor, would you like to come with me to see—"

"There is a world outside the sky, and there are people outside the world. You have lived for more than sixty years, and you still don't understand this truth? How many roads have you traveled and how many colleagues have you met? Are you sure you have seen all the Luban Shu?" the middle-aged man asked.

cut off his words,

"It is better to believe in books than to have no books at all. Many magic techniques are not found in books! What's more, for thousands of years, there has been only one "Lu Ban Shu" in the world, and that is the first volume of "Qian Jing Return Curse".

"The legendary second volume, "The Return of Ten Thousand Dharmas to the Sect," has long been discontinued since Lu Ban became the eldest disciple! Don't make such wild thoughts!"

Having said this, the middle-aged Taoist opened his eyes, "Let me ask you, how did you get tricked?

"With your peak level of Anjin cultivation and decades of experience in Luban Shu, the person who dares to provoke you in this world has probably not even been born yet, right?"

Yan Qianshan's face turned red. He didn't dare to hide this from his ancestors when he thought about it. He said with a sad face: "Back to my ancestors, that colleague should have a copy of "Lu Ban Shu" in his hand, but he refused to take it.

Give us a look.

"I thought of a way to make him suffer a little first, and then I would take advantage of the opportunity to catch him, so that I could force him to hand over the "Book of Lu Ban". But I didn't expect that I would steal the chicken but lose the rice!

"That kid's tricks are so powerful. Not only did he survive well, he also played a trick on me with his backhand! Ancestor, look at me like this!

"I fell into his trap, and my heart was beating like a drum. I couldn't sleep all night long! Everything I saw with my eyes was gray, and I couldn't breathe.

, it’s really uncomfortable!

"But that kid saw that I was there at the time and left a note for me, asking me to go find him within five days. This meant that I was asked to take the initiative to go to him to beg for mercy!

"But I estimate that if I punish him like that, even if I kowtow to him and call him grandpa, he won't help me get rid of the curse on me!

"Besides, ancestor, I, a man in his sixties, kowtows to a little boy of eighteen or nineteen, where can I put my old face?

"So, ancestor, Qianshan had no choice but to invite you out. Please take pity on me, little Yanwa, and help me break this curse. I am a descendant of the Yan family, your first

The twelfth generation great-great-grandson!”

"Isn't this 'harming others will ultimately harm yourself'?" The middle-aged Taoist closed his eyes again and shook his head slightly, "Little Yanwa, you said you can never get rid of this inner demon, can you realize the Tao?

"This is the reason why you have never been able to break through the peak of Anjin and reach the level of Huajin. You are even more distant from the innateness!

"Fine, I'll help you again this time, but I've left my ugly words behind. You still have a transmission talisman. If you summon me this last time to save you from disaster, then you can

Don’t blame me for not caring about family ties!”

As he spoke, he raised his right hand that had been pinching his fingers, touched his index finger with his thumb, and then flicked his index finger again. He heard a "bang" sound in the air, as if a stream of air was rushing towards Yan Qianshan.

In just a moment, Yan Qianshan's body shrank tightly as if he was electrocuted, and then began to shake violently!

Suddenly, he was again glowing with light, and a sound like "ZZZZZZZ" sounded around him, and his hair stood up like it was filled with static electricity!

After a long time, the light gradually dimmed, and Yan Qianshan's shaking body finally stopped, and his hair fell down again.

"My ancestor is indeed a magic power! I'm fine! Thank you so much, ancestor!" Yan Qianshan was overjoyed. The feeling on his body was not a lie. The severe palpitations and the contrast of the vision in his eyes were immediately visible.

Known.

"Huh?" After the middle-aged Taoist withdrew his spell, he suddenly opened his eyes, "Are you sure that the person who gave you the fortune is a Luban warlock?"

"Yes, a young man who is only 18 or 19 years old." Yan Qianshan replied, "This boy has very weird Luban magic. He is also very good at fortune-telling. Even the Luo family can't stand against him. , it’s really an incredible thing!”

"A Taoist cultivator actually practices a minor art such as Luban Shu?" The middle-aged Taoist was greatly surprised.

"This layer of curse that has been blessed on you is actually a magic power! This young man should be the same as me, but how can he appear in the world?"

"Magic power? Are you the same as my ancestor?" Yan Qianshan was stunned for a moment, "Like your ancestor, he is also a monk?!"

"Monk? He's still far from it!" The middle-aged Taoist shook his head, "Seeing how weak his magic power is, I'm afraid he has just entered the Tao and has entered the threshold of innateness!

"What I'm curious about is, since he is a Taoist, why did he come to this world? Please tell me about this person's condition!"

After hearing this, Yan Qianshan said that the young man was just a student with no special experience. He only knew Luban Shu and fortune telling, and he had never appeared in the world before.

Hearing this, the middle-aged Taoist realized something and sighed softly: "This young man may have some strange connections. He may have met someone in the Taoism who taught him some cultivation. According to what you said, he may not even be innate." I haven’t stepped in yet.”

"Yeah, so I was shocked when I heard you say, ancestor, that he was also a cultivator! When I saw him a few days ago, I just felt that he was still a practitioner at the peak of Mingjin. I thought how could he become such a monk? He has become a monk!"

As he spoke, Yan Qianshan took a deep breath and patted his chest. He thought to himself, if this little bastard is really a cultivator, then how will I, Yan Qianshan, have the chance to settle accounts with him again in this life?

"No matter what, all things in the world are influenced by the Tao. Everyone has his own cause and effect. This is his creation."

As he spoke, the middle-aged Taoist floated down from the high rocks and landed steadily on the ground like a feather. His body did not vibrate at all, and not a single speck of dust splashed up from the ground.

"If he is really a cultivator who has crossed the threshold, I would really like to meet him and see if there is anything good in him. We cultivators cannot attack mortals at will, but for cultivators, then I can be unscrupulous.

"But this person is still just a mortal, that's all. I am too lazy to care about this matter. I am still very busy. You must know that your ancestor has been stuck in the middle stage of foundation building for almost eighty years! Eighty years, this cultivation Why haven’t I improved even a little bit!

"Little Yanwa, you only have one transmission talisman. If you don't have anything important to do, don't disturb my practice anymore!" After saying that, he turned around to leave, then turned around and said:

"Don't mess with this little kid. Even if he hasn't entered the Tao yet, he is not easy to deal with as a practitioner like you! Remember!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the voices of people were still everywhere, but the figures had long since disappeared.

"Old Ancestor!" Yan Qianshan shouted loudly as he ran a few steps in the forest, "Can't you give me some of your Great Return Pill, Duxu Pill, and Marrow Cleansing Powder, so that we, the Yan family, can have another cultivator?" Or, isn’t that a good thing?”

"Xiao Yanwa, it's not that I won't help you, it's because your qualifications are too poor! Even if I help you completely cleanse your marrow, you can only cross the innate threshold at best! When you enter the monastic world, with such a low level of cultivation, I'm not here Help you, this is harming you!

"If you really have this intention, you should do as I told you before and find a woman with multiple spiritual roots to practice dual cultivation. This will substantially improve you..."

The voice of the middle-aged Taoist resounded throughout the sky until it was completely submerged between heaven and earth.

"A woman with multiple spiritual roots?" Yan Qianshan scratched his head, "But, ancestor, how do I know which woman has multiple spiritual roots?

"I have seen a girl who seems to exude an aura that is different from ordinary people, but I am not sure! Does it mean that I, the overlord, have to force my bow to realize it? It's just..."

But, isn’t this girl just with that little bastard!
Chapter completed!