Chapter 98 Senior, Please Speak some Earthly Language.

"You are an immortal, right..." the little boy choked up. He had no friends, but he had heard a lot of legends about immortals.

"We are not. Immortals are ethereal, they don't eat the fireworks of the world, they save the suffering and save the world."

"Moo~"

The big black bull also nodded continuously. They are at most cultivators, and they are the worst ones.

The little boy opened his eyes wide. After hearing this, the Taoist priest really didn't look like an immortal. It seemed that he thought too much.

"Young man, do you want to be an immortal?"

"Yes, Taoist priest, then no one will laugh at me. Everyone will respect me as they respect you, Taoist priest."

"Haha, you are quite ambitious."

Chen Xun smiled and said nothing more, "Young man, have you eaten enough?"

"I have eaten enough, Taoist priest."

"Let's go and help them clean up."

"Ah? Taoist priest, they will dislike me..."

"Just follow me."

"Yes, Taoist priest." The little boy laughed innocently.

Chen Xun took the child and the big black bull to the banquet place, and actually started to help the villagers clean up the tables and chairs.

This scared the old village chief so much that he quickly said that the Taoist priest didn't need to do it himself.

Chen Xun couldn't get over the crowd, so he ordered the little boy to start cleaning up, but many people looked at him with different eyes, secretly thinking that they couldn't tease him anymore.

The next day.

The sun hadn't risen yet, and the pale blue sky was still inlaid with a few sparse stars. The air was filled with the chill of dawn, and everything was pure and refreshing.

The young and strong in the village were drunk because of the banquet and hadn't woken up yet.

At this time, two figures walked towards the direction of the rising sun, stepping on the light mist, without a sound.

The little boy had already woken up, and he sat on the roof. He liked to watch the moment when the sun rose the most.

But there was a violent shock in his eyes, and even his eyes were shaking constantly.

The little boy saw two figures, the Taoist priest and his exorcist black bull. They seemed to be walking slowly, but one step was ten thousand steps!

His vocabulary was shallow and he couldn't describe the feeling at all. He rubbed his eyes hard.

But in an instant, they disappeared from his sight. He seemed to hear his own rapid heartbeat.

Suddenly the little boy laughed foolishly: "Taoist priest, you must be an immortal..."

After dawn, the villagers found that Chen Xun had left. They were all very anxious and wanted to keep the Taoist priest for a few more days.

The thirty-year-old girls in the village were ready to go into battle in person, but they didn't expect the Taoist priest to slip away.

They all went back home and stayed at home, secretly worrying for a few days.

...

In the following days, Chen Xun and the big black bull walked and stopped along the way, looking around and playing.

But they did not contact the circle of immortal cultivators, and walked around the territories of major sects. They didn't even meet immortal cultivators.

Time seemed to have returned to the days when they were in the mortal world, and there were not so many troubles.

Chen Xun was also relieved. He thought that after breaking through to the foundation-building stage, there would be foundation-building cultivators everywhere, but there were not so many coincidences in reality.

He and Da Hei Niu sometimes sat on the hillside, watching the surging river. Along the banks of the river, there were buildings in this world style, and there were vaguely discernible ancient kiln sites.

Pedestrians kept coming and going on the desolate and heavy business road, some dense, some scattered, all revealing the ancient style and charm.

These beautiful scenes made Chen Xun and Da Hei Niu stop and think, and their imaginations ran wild.

Sometimes they went to see others building bridges and paving roads, and they felt at ease. Their state of mind was sublimated unconsciously.

Sometimes they walked on the field path, watching the old farmer pulling the donkey cart and followed to push it.

Every insignificant little thing seemed to be very meaningful to the immortals.

However, Big Black Bull was so envious that he kept mooing. Chen Xun had said that he would find him a large piece of fertile land...

This frightened Chen Xun so much that he kept comforting Big Black Bull, saying that we would find it when we formed the elixir.

Big Black Bull believed it again, and they continued on their way.

However, they only stayed in each place for a few days at most, and then disappeared silently. Chen Xun sometimes painted and sketched the scenery.

But Big Black Bull commented that Chen Xun's painting skills were about the same as his singing skills.

However, the spiritual energy in most mortal places was not very concentrated, and no Crane Spirit Tree was found, which made Chen Xun and Big Black Bull a little itchy.

But how could Chen Xun not have a backup plan? He brought the Crane Spirit Tree sapling out, but he couldn't use it now.

For the time being, they found a deep mountain forest and had been squatting here for a long time. There was no Ascension Conference or any sect.

There are many wild animals in the forest, but in front of the late foundation cultivators, they are just meat.

They opened up a cave, ready to practice here until the foundation is perfect, and then go to the border between the two states.

In their opinion, wilderness survival skills are as simple as eating and drinking. There is nothing else, just practice makes perfect.

Big Black Bull wanted to make a formation to cover the cave, but was stopped by Chen Xun, who said not to make things worse and just let it go. They are just mortals now.

The mountains are sparsely populated, with tall and dense forests everywhere.

They began to live a savage life again, hunting, picking some medicinal herbs for health and seasoning.

Then they cultivated the spiritual medicine of Sanyuan Dan every day, and Chen Xun often made pills, and the days passed like that.

In a blink of an eye, they have been in the mountains for a year, adding the longevity points to the essence of all things.

Today the sun is shining, the sky is blue, without even a trace of floating fluff, as if all the colors have been filtered out, shining magnificently.

Chen Xun and the big black bull leaned on the left and right sides of the cave, basking in the sun, with extremely comfortable eyes.

"Old cow, it's comfortable."

"Moo~"

They half-closed their eyes, feeling the breeze, and the days without fighting or competing were too wonderful.

Chen Xun picked up the water cup and drank a sip of health tea, refreshing, and the big black bull also drank it, comfortable!

But at this time, behind a giant tree in the distance, there was a cultivator of the fourth level of Qi Refining, staring at them with sinister eyes.

This person's name is Wang Chuan, a casual cultivator. He has just practiced the flying sword technique and is about to test the sword on someone, but he dare not kill indiscriminately in the city.

So he ran to the mountains to try his luck and find a hunter to try his hand. The life of a mortal is the least valuable thing.

He just happened to take a fancy to Chen Xun, a "mortal".

"Hehe, dying in the hands of this immortal is also the luck of you mortals."

Wang Chuan laughed softly. He had never killed anyone before. He had to come to build up his courage, otherwise how could he walk in the world of immortal cultivation in the future.

He had just checked and it was undoubtedly a mortal. In addition, there was a black cow next to him, probably a child of a hunter.

"Get up."

Wang Chuan pinched his fingers and chanted a spell. A silver light suddenly came out from his sleeves. It was a small silver sword.

It circled around Wang Chuan twice. He moved his fingers and the flying sword whistled away, trying to take Chen Xun's head.

Whoosh!

He sneered and began to imagine the miserable state of this person under his flying sword.

Suddenly!

The man was still very calm and comfortable, but the flying sword with murderous intent seemed to have pierced into nothing, as if it had pierced into the rippling phantom.

After the flying sword passed through, the rippling phantom began to solidify again, and it was hard to tell whether it was real or fake...

Wang Chuan's face suddenly turned extremely pale, and suddenly changed drastically, his pupils shrank instantly, revealing a sense of horror and disbelief.

It's over, something big has happened!

Wang Chuan's heart sank suddenly. This is definitely not a mortal. Could there be a great monk in such a place without spiritual energy? ! Impossible! !

Who would pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger in such a place? ! He kept roaring wildly in his heart.

Wang Chuan's cold sweat dripped down his forehead, his back was soaked with cold sweat, and his body was extremely stiff. He didn't want to die before he could accomplish his mission...

And the sky was still as blue as before, and the surroundings were still as quiet as before, as if there was only the noise of the wind.

"We are just ordinary people, are you so cruel?"

"Moo~"

Two indifferent voices came from behind Wang Chuan, who felt his scalp numb, his pupils shrunk into a needle, and his eyes showed strong despair.

He suddenly felt that he had become insignificant, and two huge shadows seemed to be swallowing him up.

Wang Chuan even felt the hot breath behind him. He turned his head slowly and hard, and suddenly screamed: "Ah!!!"

He saw a black bull standing up, with its hooves still supporting a huge black coffin full of death.

"Senior, I didn't recognize the great man, please let me go!"

Wang Chuan was so scared that he pissed and shit, and knelt down with a plop, crying and shouting, whose magic weapon is a coffin!

"Since you are here, should you stay?"

Chen Xun's eyes flashed with coldness, "Old Bull, open the coffin and do the ritual."

"Moo!!"

Boom...

The black coffin spiraled up to the sky, and the coffin lid opened with a bang. Darkness, despair, and a breath of death slowly spread, and the surrounding flowers and plants began to wither.

As soon as the incense burner in the storage bag of the big black bull came out, Chen Xun immediately sat cross-legged on the ground, and the smoke rose.

"Senior!"

Wang Chuan suddenly roared, his eyes full of bloodshot, and his mana was suppressed so that he couldn't move at all, "I was wrong, I was wrong!!"

"Enter the coffin!"

"Moo~!!"

"Ah!!!"

Boom!

The big black bull sent out a strong mana, and the big black coffin instantly covered the man's head, as if he was directly sucked in, and the coffin lid was also covered at the same time.

"Old Cow, please get the book of merits. This is an evil cultivator who killed innocent people. Even the Buddha will not forgive him."

"Moo~"

A large book appeared in the air. A gleam flashed in the eyes of the big black cow, and he made a fierce stroke.

"Senior, please say something from the world of the living! I'm not dead yet! Senior!!!"

Wang Chuan screamed miserably in the black coffin. His vitality was fading, his magic power was being devoured, and a sense of despair of being devoured by darkness permeated his heart.

"Please ascend to heaven, fellow Taoist!"

"Moo!"

"Ah!! Ah..."

Wang Chuan's tragic cry became smaller and smaller. There was already a big fire in the black coffin, and even the ashes were burned.

Chen Xun snorted coldly, and the big black cow also spat on the side, and opened the coffin and poured it out to avoid burning it completely.

One man and one cow arranged the scene again, leaving no traces, and even the surrounding flowers and plants were nurtured by the Water Spirit Technique.