Back in the room, An Yi took out the heavenly book and saw that the words "Mr. Zombie Taoist Master Maoshan" had already emitted a faint purple color, but the words "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio" on the first page were not purple. He couldn't help but wonder: "Does he have to return to the real world to recover together? Or can he only recover one at a time?"

Unable to figure it out, An Yi couldn't help but shake his head: "Forget it, I'll know it later, but there was no response to changing the plot, which was unexpected."

Originally An Yi thought that no matter whether it was developed according to the plot or the fate of the heaven, the decided plot would not be allowed to change, so he might encounter unexpected obstacles or mistakes when he took action, but he didn't expect it to be so smooth. This really puzzled him. Is it a setting that "small momentum can be changed, but the general momentum cannot be changed"? But it is not right. Isn't Uncle Jiu the protagonist? The protagonist is not all about big or small matters.

After thinking for a long time, he still had no idea. An Yi had to let go helplessly, hide his doubts in his heart, hoping that one day he could be solved.

A few more days passed in a hurry, and Old Master Ren was easily buried, but Qiu Sheng did not encounter the female ghost Dong Xiaoyu. This made An Yi wonder, could not help but wonder, could the plot start from here to beyond recognition?

My life afterwards was always very calm. I repeated meditation, drawing talismans, practicing swords every day, and I was really like a Taoist priest.

"I said Anyi, don't you have a sword? Why do you have another one? And you have to make another one, and you have to be exactly the same." Wencai was walking towards the blacksmith shop in the town, asking curiously as he walked.

Of course, An Yi would not say that he was trying to hide the real Pure Yang Sword in the space and then carry a fake emergency. After all, he still knew that he was not exposed. He did not have the habit of putting good things in conspicuous places. But if he had nothing to do, if he encountered any accident, it would be hard to take out the Pure Yang Sword directly on the high-speed train that time, so he wanted to create a look that was exactly the same and keep it with him. If he had lost something, he would not feel sorry for him.

While talking to Wencai in a vague way, he came to the blacksmith shop. Fortunately, the blacksmiths in the town were really not fashionable. When he came to pick it up five days later, he found that except for the quaint charm of the real Pure Yang Sword, the patterns on it were almost exactly the same.

At this time, An Yi has been in this world for more than a month. The words "Mr. Zombie" in the heavenly book were once again filled with purple air. An Yi was silent for a moment and went to say goodbye to Uncle Jiu first.

"I'm leaving so soon? Don't stay for a while?" Uncle Jiu spoke out to try to keep him.

An Yi smiled and said, "Thank you for your kindness, but this is a banquet that will be over. There are many places I have never been to, so..."

"That's good." Uncle Jiu nodded after hearing this: "It's true that you shouldn't be trapped in the same place. You just go out to explore more while you're young. However, I hope you will practice well in your Maoshan technique, let alone harm others!" Although I knew that this would not be the case with Anyi's mind, Uncle Jiu couldn't help but remind him. It was not because he doubted Anyi, but because his master also told him before he went down the mountain, but now he is learning and selling.

Of course Anyi would not care, and nodded in response: "Uncle Jiu is worried too much. I have never been aware of my life. If anyone offends me, it is just a three-foot green edge. Uncle Jiu taught me that my Taoism is used to deal with ghosts, monsters and demons, and will never be used on people."

"That's good!" Uncle Jiu was speechless when he heard this. He couldn't persuade An Yi to fight back and scold him. He had no choice but to use evil magic to harm others. But he told him: "If you can't hurt others, don't hurt others... Forget it, take care of yourself."

"Yes, Uncle Jiu, say goodbye." An Yi held his fists and bowed, and Qiu Sheng and the others nodded at Wencai behind Uncle Jiu. Without hesitation, they walked out of the town with great strides.

When he came to a forest, he looked at the other person everywhere, An Yi's heart moved and used his magic power to trigger the text on the Book of Heaven. He saw a flash of purple light and disappeared from the original place.

After a familiar dizziness, when An Yi opened his eyes again, he found that he had returned to the mountain where he was before. Smokes rose at the foot of the mountain, and it was evening again.

After pondering for a while, An Yi took out a talisman from the space that had been drawn in the previous world and typed it out. After sensing it carefully, he found that the power was much stronger than that in that world. He couldn't help but wonder: "This is the original world, shouldn't the power be weakened? If you can barely use it, you can prove that the laws of the two worlds are similar, which is stronger than the original world. What does it mean? Is the laws of this world higher than that in that world? Or..."

It was difficult to get an answer to this question for a while, so Anyi had to let go first and practiced overnight. The next morning, Anyi walked towards the village beneath her feet in the faint morning light.

After walking through the sheep's intestine path, walking through the bushes, I finally came to the village. There were roosters crowing and dogs barking, and sheep and cows mooing.

Coupled with the laughter and joy of the people, it formed a lively morning light overture, which made An Yi's heart feel relaxed.

Most of the people in the village get up very early. Even though it is late autumn now, there are many elderly people who come out for a walk in the morning. There are very few outsiders, and most of the young people at home go out to work outside. Therefore, when comforting this strange face, I naturally have the curiosity to come to ask.

"Young man, aren't you from the village? Why are you going to run to this poor mountain valley so early?"

A strong local atmosphere came to his ears. An Yi couldn't help but twitch the corners of his eyes. He pressed the doubt that instantly arose. Looking at the old man dressed in brown clothes in front of him and looked very energetic, he replied: "Hello, uncle, I think the environment here is very good and suitable for living, so I want to buy a piece of land here and build a few houses to live in. I don't know who should I look for this."

"Oh?" The old man was surprised: "The young people in the village all want to run out, but why do you want to go to this remote place?"

"Uncle, you are joking. How could it be a remote place? The environment here is beautiful, the scenery is pleasant, and the air is so fresh. If a person lives here for a long time, it is probably not a problem to live for ten or eight years. It is not a good place to compare outside." An Yi complimented.

The old man waved his hand: "I don't understand what you said about these literary things, but I think this place is pretty good. Two years ago, my son asked me to move to the city. I couldn't stand it after living there for two months. It was too painful."

The old man was enthusiastic and did not leave. He pulled An Yi to introduce: "It should not be difficult to build a house here. Do you see there? The second big house at the entrance of the village." The old man pointed and said: "It is Xiao Xu's family, he is the village chief of our Baiyan Village. It is absolutely right to ask him for this."

It turned out that this place was Baiyan Village. An Yi said intimately, and looked at it with his fingers. He saw that it was a two-story building. A look of surprise flashed through his eyes.

But the old man continued, "But you came here unfortunately. His girl was not sure what strange disease she had when she was going to college outside. She couldn't cure her when she went to the big hospital all day long. Now the couple's hair is so worried that she has white hair. I'm afraid she doesn't care about your affairs."

An Yi frowned when he heard this and looked at the house thinking.

"Thank you, uncle, but I still want to go and see you. After all, I'm so unwilling to leave after a trip." An Yi thanked the old man and was about to leave, but unexpectedly he was pulled by him: "Young man, I was going there too, and Xiao Xu said it was my nephew. Look at it, I'll take you to see you, so that he can't get kicked out. By the way, I don't know what your name is."

An Yi didn't expect that the old man was so enthusiastic, so of course he couldn't ask for it. He said happily: "Then I'll trouble you, my name is An Yi. I wonder if you are old and long?"

"It's not tall, it's still young, it's sixty-five!" The old man laughed and came to the village chief's house with Anyi.

There was a knock on the door, and the old man shouted: "Ah Fa, have you got up, come open."

"Here, come..." Accompanied by the hoarse voice of a middle-aged man, the door opened soon.

An Yi looked up and saw a middle-aged man with a slightly fat body and a split head, but his expression was a little decadent. He only heard him say, "Uncle Second, why did you come early in the morning? Come in quickly, come in quickly." As he said that, he let him in. But suddenly he saw An Yi standing aside and asked, "Uncle, is this..."

The old man did not rush to answer, but asked first: "Afa, is Xiaohui better?"

"Oh..." The man sighed when he heard this, his face was dull and his expression was haggard. However, he didn't say anything.

Seeing this, Old Man Xu was silent for a moment and suddenly said, "Since the hospital cannot treat this matter, I think it may be a dirty thing. You might as well ask a gentleman to take a look."

"Uncle, I haven't thought about this, but now there are so many scammers and I have hired them twice, but it's useless." Xu Fa did not avoid Anyi, and thought he didn't think there was anything to avoid in this matter.

This world lacks the catastrophe of ten years, and the impact on feudal superstition is not huge. Although everyone believes in science, there are only many people who believe in ghosts and gods in this countryside.

But An Yi's heart moved at this moment and suddenly said, "I have learned magic with a Taoist priest for two years. Why would you let me go in and take a look?" The lie came out, without any unnaturalness.

Xu Fa didn't believe it or not, and frowned and said, "I don't know if this little brother is?" Although he was polite, he felt a little alienated and was keenly felt by An Yi.

"Young man, you can't say this nonsense." Old Man Xu was also suspicious at this moment, thinking to himself: Could it be that he was trying to buy a house to make a relationship? With this suspicion, Old Man Xu looked at An Yi a little subtle, and he thought to himself that if that was true, this person would not be very good. He was afraid that Xu Fa would be deceived because of him, so he hurriedly said to Xu Fa: "I just met this young man on the road. He said he wanted to buy a house in our village, so I will bring it to you."

That posture is not a bit close.

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Chapter completed!