"Closed the hole."

An old voice came from the cave next door.

Qingyuan heard from the sound of footsteps that there were about four people, and their cultivation was in the second level of heaven, but the depth of Taoism was different, and both of them were at the peak of the second level of heaven.

"The three are all old friends of Fan. They have been intimate for many years, so they can be trusted." The old voice said just now: "Fan originally wanted to ask Brother Guo to help, but he didn't expect that the three of them would get together. Since they all know, it's okay."

The other three people laughed, seemingly eased the atmosphere.

"I have already said this before, but it's a bit simple. Since all three of you have arrived, I'll explain it in detail."

The old man surnamed Fan said: "But before telling this, you must first set rules with the three."

"The rules must be well stated." Another voice laughed: "Brother Fan asked us to help us, but it would be hard for us to turn against us."

The other two voices praised together: "Brother Guo said yes."

Qingyuan was not old when he heard these two voices, so he was probably a middle-aged man.

"Don't worry, three of you. Fan has been practicing Taoism for many years and has been treating others with integrity. This time, he will be rewarded." The old man surnamed Fan said: "The heaven is above. Fan asked three friends to help me today. If the three do their best to help me get what I want, there will be rewards, so that the three of you will be satisfied and never regret it. Otherwise, the demons in your heart will enter your body and will not be able to make progress in your Taoism and be abandoned by the heaven."

At the same time, the other three also swore together.

"The heaven is above. Guo helped Brother Fan in this trip. If the reward is satisfactory, he will do his best to help Brother Dao obtain this thing. He will never forget his righteousness when he sees profit. Otherwise, the demons in his heart will enter his body and the Tao will not be able to make progress and be abandoned by the heaven."

Afterwards, the other two also made vows, just like the old man surnamed Guo.

Qingyuan knew that it was not so much for ordinary people to make oaths, but once a monk repents, the consequences would be unpredictable.

Not to mention whether the matter of "being abandoned by the sky" will come true, but after swearing, if you regret it, you will feel guilty, and then you will feel confused in your mind in your practice. It is just a matter of ordinary practice, but if you make a breakthrough, the chaos arises, and the danger of death will be eliminated.

This is what is called the entry of the inner demon into the body.

Of course, there is another type of person who has no conscience and no regrets after breaking his oath, and still feels that he is not wrong. Such a person may not have any obstacles.

"good!"

The old man surnamed Fan said, "Everyone is pleased, I will tell you that this time I will take the divine thunder."

"Divine Thunder?"

Even though the other three people had expected it, they were surprised.

"It's indeed a divine thunder. Brother Fan Dao really has a deep blessing." The old man surnamed Guo sighed: "I thought that divine thunders were divided into thousands of ways. When we entered the mountain, we would definitely gain something, but the divine thunders were divided into a limited number. The ten masters of the Shouzhengdao Sect, plus the Huanhua Pavilion, were all inherited by the immortals. They possessed a wonderful method and almost collected most of the divine thunders. The other divine thunders were obtained by the Sun family and the Qiling Sect, and the masters of those scattered monks were obtained by some. In the end, it was not easy for us to see divine thunders."

"Yes." Another person said: "Even if you encounter divine thunder, you have to fight. I still don't know if it's suitable."

"What is the right thing to do? It is a great opportunity to get divine thunder in your hand!" The person behind said, "I saw a familiar fellow Taoist who was fighting for divine thunder, was killed by a master of the Sun family and seized the divine thunder. Not only did he fail to obtain divine thunder, he also lost his life."

Qingyuan was separated by the rock wall and could hear clearly.

He naturally knew that it was true that these people said the divine thunder so rare, but the real idea still needs to be more important.

After all, the old man surnamed Fan got the divine thunder, and such a major gain should always be more rewarded.

"Don't worry, three of you, since I have received the divine thunder, I will definitely not treat you badly."

The old man surnamed Fan said, "This... is the most precious thing in me... Listening to the sound."

"Listen to the sound?"

The three of them were a little surprised.

Kiyohara couldn't help but be surprised.

This listening voice is a rare treasure. It is produced in the East China Sea and can leave sounds inside.

At this time, the old man surnamed Fan said slowly: "This Yinbei is a treasure, but secondly, what is really important is the sound stored in it."

"Voice?" asked the old man surnamed Guo, "What's the point?"

The old man surnamed Fan raised his tone slightly and said, "This voice comes from a master of the sixth heaven in the East China Sea. It is left over when preaching. If you listen to it once, it is like listening to a master of the sixth heaven in the ear to preach to you. Is it precious?"

"The master of the sixth level of heaven preaches?"

All three of them were surprised and sighed.

Qingyuan didn't realize that. When he was in Zixiao Palace, he often listened to Senior Brother Qingyang's lectures, and occasionally heard the teachings of the great immortals. Therefore, he was still calm when he could hear the teachings of the masters.

But how can ordinary practitioners have the opportunity to listen to the teachings of the masters?

What's more, he is a master from the sixth level?

"There are five sounds left in my hand in total, and only three times left."

The old man surnamed Fan sighed: "I have heard it once, and went into seclusion immediately, and then practiced to the peak of the second level of heaven. I only listened once and recorded the description in the inner world. Although it is beneficial to listen to it again, it is not great. Now there are still two left to listen to the sounds... I wonder how to allocate the three of you?"

A middle-aged man smiled and said, "I originally wanted the Taoist robes made of Northwest ice silk on Brother Fan, but now it seems that listening to the sound is more cost-effective."

The old man surnamed Guo said in a deep voice: "I have reached this point in my cultivation of Taoism, and I have no idea about the meaning of Dharma and mind. No matter what the content is, the sounds left by such characters will be of great help. I will be sure to listen to the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound

The remaining one person thought for a long time before smiling bitterly: "Well, since Brother Guo and fellow Taoist Xu both want to listen to the sound of the sound, then I want this Taoist garment. However, this Taoist garment is precious, not damaged by fire, water cannot be wet, and dust cannot fall, but it is still not as good as others' preaching?"

The old man surnamed Fan pondered for a moment and said, "Well, Fellow Daoist Feng knows how to give in, and also saves the brother from being embarrassed. Since that's the case, I'll give you another whisk."

The man surnamed Feng asked, "What's this whisk?"

"This whisk is also made of northwest ice silk, and water and fire are not damaged, and the wooden handle is made of gold wire and iron sinking wood." The old man surnamed Fan said: "I usually use it to protect my body. Even this whisk is not a magic weapon, but it is also a treasure. No matter what magic weapon you are, as long as it is not a magic weapon, you can't hurt it at all. Look at this wooden handle, and then look at this dust silk, and I have been walking for many years, fighting countless times, and the swords and swords added together, but there is no scar, and there is no trace at all."

When he said this, he suddenly felt a little moved and said, "This whisk was originally a treasure inherited by an old Taoist ancestor. He regarded it as a treasure. Later, when he wanted to go into seclusion and condense the Dharma, he asked me to protect the Dharma. When I saw that the whisk was a treasure, I hit him and took his life, and then I got this treasure."

The man surnamed Feng smiled and said, "Brother Fan is really decisive."

The old man surnamed Fan laughed but did not answer.

"Since you are all satisfied, then wait until the matter is done and hand it over to three of you."

He said slowly: "Now, let's talk about the divine thunder."

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