"So,"

"What's the price?"

The red-haired Ghost Saint lowered his hoarse voice.

Lift your eyes.

Yin and Yang rotate in the vastness, forming and destroying life and death.

Flashing slightly.

Tushanjun sometimes helps others, but he still has to receive payment.

Even if it's just a pot of wine.

A copper plate.

Regardless of whether it is valuable or not, he will collect it.

This is what he has always insisted on.

Therefore, he never expects others to help him unconditionally.

Priceless help from fate often comes at a huge price in the future.

A pot of turbid wine is enough to cut off the contamination of cause and effect.

The figure stood motionless, like an insurmountable mountain. With his back to the chessboard, he stretched out his finger.

There were no words or thoughts. It was as if the moment he pointed it out, Tu Shanjun knew what he should do, or where to go to complete the instructions given by Yuan Shengming Demon.

Tu Shanjun murmured: "Yuanyang Territory, the forbidden land of gods."

There is only such a place name and nothing else.

The figure held out the mist-covered palm, and a volume of ancient scriptures was written vividly, becoming a simple book in an instant.

The breeze blows.

The ancient book falls on the top of the chessboard.

Tu Shanjun grabbed the ancient book and opened the pages.

A blank space.

"No words?"

Close the page and look at the golden line writing 'Divine Pharmacopoeia'.

A horrifying thought came to Tushanjun's mind.

It's not like this ancient book is about how to nourish the magical medicine that was sealed in the great world in his body.

However, why is there no word in this scripture?

What about the words above?

"Wordless Scripture!" Tu Shanjun's expression changed.

Not caring much, he took out all his accumulated spiritual stones over the years.

Obviously it was just a mist, but he could see the figure showing a satisfied look and nodding like a child.

Then he pointed it out, and the wordless scriptures immediately appeared with words as if printed, but in an instant the kung fu classics turned into words.

"Pan Peach in the Divine Medicine Chapter of the Spiritual and Demonic Pharmacopoeia."

Glancing at the title page, his dark pupils trembled slightly.

At the same time, a question also arises in my mind, whether the former founder of the Spiritual Demon Sect also obtained the magic of Yuan Shengling Demon, otherwise it would be impossible to explain those bizarre, reasonable but imaginative magical powers.

"Why choose me?"

"strange."

The human figure cherishes the words like gold.

No, he didn't even need to say a word.

"Can't those with great supernatural powers cross borders?"

silence.

"Senior, are you still active in the spiritual world?"

Still silent.

No message was answered to Tu Shanjun.

In fact, sometimes not answering is also an answer.

However, Tushanjun's level is too low, like a loach in the quagmire, unable to imagine the world of real dragons.

Just like before today, he thought that everyone needed words, but he never thought that he could make people understand his meaning without using spiritual consciousness and words.

It's as if the two of them are not in the same dimension at all.

There is no point in asking those questions.

It is better to seek another useful scripture.

Tu Shanjun searched for it and looked embarrassed. He had no resources to exchange for the scriptures. Even if Yuan Shengming Demon gave him the scriptures, he could not understand the wordless scriptures.

After thinking about it, I wanted to exchange it for the Yinhun Dan.

Unexpectedly, the figure waved his hand unexpectedly.

"This is great stuff!"

The figure waved again.

"I see."

Tu Shanjun threw the ancient scripture into the Soul-honoring Flag.

He cupped his hands and said solemnly: "Before I have the ability to defeat Lord Jambudvipa, I hope that the cause and effect of my predecessor is indeed as powerful as I imagined."

The figure still made no movement, and the mist transformed by the spirit stone only made the figure want to disappear for a moment.

It was as if he didn't care at all about the words of the red-haired ghost saint. What he said was the supreme law and the promise of the great road, and there would be no variables at all.

Ants cannot understand the Great Way, and there is no need for him to explain it to ants.

"I still have some things to deal with."

Tu Shanjun cupped his hands and said.

The figure did not give Tushanjun time to explain.

Give it a gentle push.

The surrounding world collapsed.

Tushanjun suddenly opened his eyes.

He lowered his head and saw that his palm was holding a blood jade gourd.

The three people beside him had different expressions.

Yang Wu quickly approached and whispered: "Sir, are you okay?"

Tu Shanjun raised his hand to indicate that it was okay, turned to look at Venerable Jifeng, cupped his hands and said, "Without senior, I'm afraid my trip would have been more unfortunate. I would also like to thank senior for having such a mysterious experience."

Venerable Jifeng looked solemn, flashed a look of guilt, and returned the greeting: "If it wasn't related to you, I might really be dead. If you want to say thank you, I should be the one to express my gratitude.

"I have no choice but to bring the blood jade gourd back. I hope you won't blame me."

Tu Shanjun shook his head slightly.

He won't blame Master Jifeng.

If he can't even become a chess player with his level of cultivation, how can he expect a dying person to control his own destiny?

In the eyes of the great monk, they are all ants that can be crushed to death.

Not to mention fate.

Destiny is so intertwined into a big web.

If it weren't for the connection between Master Jifeng and Tu Shanjun, Yuan Shengsheng Demon would not have taken action, and Master Jifeng's breakthrough was thanks to the support of senior Yueyan, and this funding allowed Yuan Shengsheng Demon to use karma to save the life of senior Yueyan.

It was obviously something that had nothing to do with it, but it has remained the way it is today.

Generally speaking, if you sow good causes, you will get good results.

Good people are still rewarded.

However, sometimes this good news is not seen by others.

Tu Shanjun's immortal ghost eyes are extremely profound.

"Junior, take your leave."

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"Please also say hello to that old friend for me."
To be continued...