Grandma Mei became the hero of the fairy fairy collection. The wolves jumped into the mountains, and the wailing continued. The people waiting behind came to hear the sound and saw the old woman holding up the statue and chanting the spells they couldn't hear clearly at a very fast speed. The grass forest around her within a hundred steps was rotating and falling down regularly.

The wolves disappeared, and occasionally howling sounded, full of fear and panic. Grandma Mei stopped chanting the spell, the wind stopped, and the plants returned to normal. She turned around and took the opportunity to talk about the benefits of relying on the ancient gods. Dozens of men threw away the equipment in their hands and knelt down and listened.

Xiaoqiu made way out of the position. In his opinion, Grandma Mei only cast an ordinary spell, with an amazing posture, but the actual effect was average. If the wolves were smarter and siege them together, the old woman would not be able to resist it.

This is exactly the opposite of Pang Shan Taoism's low-key and effective five-element spells. The few spells he has come into contact with have one common feature: they have a small range, clear goals, and not that amazing. Once they are hit, they will have a fatal effect.

But Xiaoqiu was still very shocked and silently recited the wrong mantra of Grandma Mei in his heart. The familiar feeling did not appear. For him, these were five useless words.

A group of people lit the torches again and returned to the fairy fairy fairy fairy fairy fairy fairy fairy fairy fairy fairy fairy fairy fairy fairy fairy fairy fairy fairy fairy fairy fairy fairy fairy fairy fairy fairy fairy fairy fairy fairy fairy fairy fairy fairy fairy fairy noodle.

Grandma Mei stood at the south entrance of the market, once again promoting the power of the ancient gods, winning more believers. In the end, she promised that she would stay in the fairy fairy until she drove the wolves away completely.

When Xiaoqiu returned to the inn, he was not interested in Grandma Mei's publicity. This old woman probably just happened to learn some specious magic tricks by chance. It was powerful in the eyes of ordinary people. It seemed flashy and unreal in the eyes of a Taoist disciple.

Xiaoqiu once again felt the barriers and differences between Taoist priests and ordinary people. He thought that when this barriers and differences reach a certain level, it will become the pride and indifference of Taoist children.

He felt a little confused. He claimed to be Mu Xingqiu of Yelin Town, but now he looks more like Mu Xingqiu of Pangshan Taoist Tong. He has a bigger reputation but a more humble status.

Veteran Mr. Pan San sat on the box, and the room was pitch black, but he refused to light the lights.

"There are ears in the partition walls," he said. He did not lower his voice.

Xiaoqiu looked at the table, and the welcoming talisman next to the statue was motionless.

"Just when you went out, the paper talisman moved." Mr. Pan San said that at that time, Xiaoqiu talked to Grandma Mei outside the door, and the yard was noisy, and the sound made by the paper talisman could not be heard.

"Grandma Mei can do magic, maybe she has triggered the paper talisman."

Mr. Pan San shook his head. "After you walked away, it was still moving, so the 'guest' was not her."

That is, Xin Youtao is likely to guess correctly: Some of his friends reported that Sun Dushui wanted to meet Mu Xingqiu here, which attracted eavesdroppers.

Mr. Pan San pointed to the box of talisman armor, "Be careful, I don't know why you want them. But as far as I know, Taoist priests usually don't like this thing... don't cause trouble to the princess." Baixi Silver Soul Armor and Dragon Eye Helmet specialize in defense spells. In a place where there are no demons, they can only be used to deal with Taoist priests. This is the veteran's concern.

"I will be careful." Xiaoqiu understood what the veteran meant, but he didn't want to say anything more to him.

After handing over the hot potato, Mr. Pan San didn't have to worry about the armor. But he was still depressed. "The welcoming talisman is different from the ordinary talisman. It can feel the malice of the visitor. It just now suffocated very hard. A useless veteran like me should not deserve such malice." He laughed, "Of course, talismans often make mistakes. The paper talisman you used has not been polished for several years, and its magic power has been severely lost, making it easier to make mistakes."

"This is just a game we are playing." Xiaoqiu said with a smile.

The door was not closed, and Grandma Mei walked in directly, "Master Mu, I want to say a few more words to you."

The welcoming talisman on the table did not move. Mr. Pan respectfully bowed to the old woman, lit the oil lamp on the table, and voluntarily exited the room.

"Did you see my spell?"

"Yeah, I saw it"

"What do you think?"

"Grandma Mei...where did you get the statue of the god?" Xiaoqiu hoped to avoid this question.

"That happened a few years ago. The ancient gods' religion was prosperous again and there were people spreading it everywhere." Grandma Mei waved her hand, "You saw my spell, it was effective, very effective. I knew that what Chuan'an said before he died would not be meaningless, but it was not until I met the ancient god that I understood the real purpose of the spell..."

Grandma Mei became more and more excited as she spoke. It seemed that the person standing opposite her was not a young Taoist priest, but the resurrected Mei Chuan'an.

"Grandma Mei, can you let me see your statue?" Xiaoqiu tried his best to interrupt the old woman.

Grandma Mei showed a hint of hesitation, thought for a moment, took out the statue from her arms, wiped it gently with her sleeves, and held it with her hands to Xiaoqiu.

Xiaoqiu also took it with both hands and immediately knew that the statue was unique. Although it was a clay sculpture on the outside, there must be something like copper and iron inside, so it was heavier.

He hasn't learned how to test whether an item has special power, so he dares not act rashly, fearing that if the item is damaged, it will make Grandma Mei lose faith and dependence.

"Have you ever thought that the power of the spell actually comes from the statue of the god?" Xiao Qiu returned the statue of the god.

"It's not from the statue of the god, it's from the ancient god." Grandma Mei carefully put away the statue of the god carefully. "My son said that this spell is a message, but it is actually the message of the ancient god. He had a premonition that the ancient god would come back to the world more than ten years ago. Look--" the old woman became excited, "In just a few years, the ancient gods have flourished on the frontier and are heading inland, and will soon spread throughout the world!"

Xiaoqiu hesitated for a while, but still failed to tell the mistakes of the spell. Some things are so difficult to make a decision: mistakes and concealment can make a person live happily, but correctness and truth will ruin a person's entire hope.

"I wish you all the best." Xiaoqiu decided to finish the conversation and prepare to say goodbye.

"I said I would repay you." Grandma Mei reached out and grabbed the boy's wrist. Her palms were thin, almost as hot as burning charcoal. "On the full night of March and 15th, we will hold a ceremony to call the gods in the mountains - in the mountains where the wolves fled. When you want to come, I will give you a gift, a treasure given by the ancient god."

"Pangshan disciples cannot accept it casually..."

"I understand Pangshan's rules. You forgot that I am from Jinghu Village, and my son is a master of the Forbidden Secretology. The gift of the ancient gods has no conflict with the practice of Taoism. Let me settle my thoughts. I came to the Immortal Collection for this."

"Okay." Xiaoqiu said perfunctorily, breaking away from the old woman's palm, putting away the welcoming talisman on the table, picking up the box with armor and walking out the door, "If I have time, I will definitely go."

"Not everyone can get the gift of the ancient god." Grandma Mei said loudly, taking out the statue of the god again, raising it over her head and shook it twice, "You have to come, call Miss Qin, Chuan'an waited for ten years before he could tell you the spell to you two. It must have a deep meaning, and the ancient god wants to see you too."

Xiaoqiu was not sure whether he would attend the so-called ritual of summoning the gods on March 15th, but he knew that Fangfang would definitely not go, and he did not even plan to tell Fangfang about this.

There was a rope on the box, Xiaoqiu easily carried it and said goodbye to Mr. Pan San at the entrance of the inn. There were not many residents in the fairy gathering, but at this time the street was full of people, and they were all talking about Grandma Mei's wolf driving and the ancient gods' sect, so that no one paid special attention to the young Taoist priests in Pangshan.

Xiaoqiu sighed a lot, especially one of them was deeply confused: the nine great Taoist sects clearly possessed extremely powerful power, which was enough to make the so-called miracle of the ancient gods’ religion worthless, but Taoist sects were used to keeping a low profile and not easily involved in mortal affairs. Even the magic itself did not like to show it. Ordinary people who had not opened their eyes and had not yet reached the sky could not even see the effect of the magic, and could only see the unclear glimmer.

If it were a few years ago, Xiao Qiu would have thought that the choice of Taoism was very wrong, but now he thought there must be a reason for this, but he just now couldn't understand it.

Those Taoist priests who remain young and immature after a hundred years, how different should the world in their eyes be from ordinary people? Suddenly, even Shen Jun's devil and Yang Baozhen kept giving birth to "geniuses" did not seem so weird.

Xiaoqiu was full of thoughts, so he was not surprised at all after seeing the people on the roadside. The first sentence asked: "Does there really exist an ancient god? Why don't you tell everyone the truth?"

Sun Yulu's smile is both holy and charming under the reflection of the stars, which is enough to make mortals crawl on the ground and easily defeat the small statue of the clay sculpture.

"There are many 'gods' in this world, and there are countless sects. If you read the history of the Taoist 130,000 years, you will know that these gods and sects have always risen and disappeared suddenly, like wildfires that have happened every few years, like demons that are unyielding in the land of demons. The rise and fall are all sudden, do you still have to try to point out the truth? No, you just need to watch it. The Taoist sect is like a mountain, the world is like water, and there is no need to care about those waves. Our only enemy is the demon and the demon."

Xiaoqiu nodded solemnly, and he had a similar answer in his heart, but it was said by a Taoist priest Fu Xia, which made him even more convinced.

"I'm sorry, someone may have leaked the secret. Lao Zufeng might already know that I'm asking you for help."

"I know there is a Taoist priest following you and even trying to eavesdrop on you talking in the inn."

"Did you see the stalker?"

Sun Yulu nodded, not telling the identity of the stalker, "Come on, I'll take you to the Yangshen Peak Patriarch Tower."

Before Xiaoqiu could speak, Sun Yulu stepped beside him and held up one of his arms, "Do you know how the Lanzhuke flies?"

Xiaoqiu shook his head, and suddenly the flames around him suddenly ignited, but there was no trace of heat. Then the flames soared into the sky, carrying the two of them into the air dozens of feet, drew a huge arc, and flew to the north. The mortals gathered in immortals could not see the flying flames.

The Duanjingshan Tushou took himself to Yangshen Peak so openly, Xiaoqiu was confused.
Chapter completed!