After worshiping for a while, the old Taoist priest's brows gradually twisted into a rope, and he sighed and said, "Hiss, isn't this right?"

"I even caught the good things of meteors from the sky. The divination calculation also said that I have good luck today, so why are I still not effective when I worship each other?"

Chen Zijian heard the sound and rolled up half of the incense stick of unwilling incense in the furnace to capture the incense and memories of the old Taoist priest.

He found that mortals should not behave like a person. The old Taoist priest seemed to be restrained and cautious, but in fact they still had many small thoughts and thoughts mixed in.

Disassemble and peel it apart, and the first thing that emerged was the helpless and fearful thought of the old Taoist priest:

‘I obtained this strange treasure from the sky in Shanjun Temple. Maybe it was because I had been serving for many years. Shanjun was watching and guided by me. Otherwise, why did people pick up broken iron, but the one in Shanjun Temple was a complete incense burner? Humph, this might be the opportunity for the old Taoist priest to become an immortal!’

‘The sound of the meteorites coming outside the sky is so huge, and the roars and shocks are so numerous. I don’t know if something happened in the legendary god world of heaven. However, with the cover of flying stars and meteorites, some people in the martial arts world confusing the public. No matter how those people doubt it, they would never have thought that the incense burner was flying from outside the sky. I just need to sell some meteorite fragments...’

'But in order to buy calligraphy and paintings and manage temples, there is no money left on hand. I haven't bought roast chicken and roast duck for a long time to worship Shanjun. Only when I was young, can the incense be in full swing, so I can eat the tribute first. Tsk, this matter cannot be said directly. If I were heard by the yellow-haired cat and pen-tailed fox in the mountains, I am afraid I would come to compete with me for food...'

‘But, it’s really hungry to maintain the image of the immortal spirit. Fasting is useless. I will not be starved to death before I enter the real Qi training fasting, right?’

‘…’

Chen Zijian stripped away the strands of distractions and incense, and read through the little deeds of the old Taoist priest. Most of them were distractions that emerged during the incense burning.

This old Taoist priest has no method to practice internal breath and attract qi, no property to accumulate spiritual medicine and nourish, no fellow Taoists who guide their practice to complement each other's strengths, and no caves with abundant spiritual energy and safe stability. There is no other method and wealth partner land, and it is not much better than those ordinary warriors. He only knows some basic skills of looking for qi and calculating.

As for life, this old Taoist priest is inevitably a bit of a deed of pretending to be a god and making a fool of himself. So he felt guilty and inevitably had a hint of self-doubt.

Although the old Taoist priest is not as clever as the wild fox Zen, and is as outrageous as practicing the wrong path, he is not a very noble immortal. As for the elixirs and immortal cultivation techniques, he and his friends fantasize and make up the sorrow when they drink to drown their sorrows, and cannot be truly done.

Chen Zijian confined this memory to the world in the furnace, and he found that this fantasy memory could also be refined.

However, the result of the refining is just some hazy and broken dreams, which should only be stuffed into other people's dreams, and cannot be used as real objects.

However, the roast chicken and roast duck that the old Taoist priest never forgets is extremely strong in many memories, even clearer and stronger than the silver horn pieces and copper coins waist penetration.

"Well, can't you discount the refining of ordinary food? You need eight unwilling fragrances to refine a roasted chicken. Isn't it too expensive?"

Chen Zijian shook his non-existent head and then moved his eyes down.

In the same incense price, it is used to buy ordinary items, so the money-making technique is definitely the most cost-effective.

After weighing the pros and cons, Chen Zijian decided to refine silver and money.

"There are tight hoops per person in this place, and their behaviors are secretly strange. If you don't leave any resources in your hands, you always feel uneasy. But if you provide resources directly to the old Taoist priest, you can also see his reactions and changes. After all, the records of the ancestor of the Chen family cannot be fully trusted, and I can also explore the mysteries on my own."

"Then let's downgrade and refine the [fuzzy] level silver ingot?"

Chen Zijian flipped through the memory and desires, and soon found a memory related to money based on the screen recognition routine.

It was a long time ago, when the old Taoist priest pretended to be a ghost, accidentally got involved in the case of the Police Department, and eventually got into danger. He met the officials of the Police Department and got silver ingots. Although he was still young at that time and did not take silver and official positions seriously, after so many years, this memory is still clear and bright enough.

This is not the first time I have been doing refining. Chen Zijian is much more proficient in applying refining ability.

He threw himself into the incense and saw that the illusory silver ingot gradually became real, and then it seemed like it was stained with water mist and rain marks. The luster of the silver ingot's appearance became blurred and mottled.

Chen Zijian also found that there were official seals under the silver, so he tried to erase the marks and made some bumps and bumps for the silver ingots.

"So that's the case. Modifying and adjusting the memory results will cost extra incense. In this way, one-tenth of the unwilling incense is used up, and the cost will increase a lot."

"It's just that the ability to refine memory is too terrifying. If there are really immortal cultivators coming to burn incense for me, I'm afraid I can't refine all the foundation-building pills he has eaten."

"So you can't reveal this to anyone, just pretend to be rewarded. The more you explain it, the easier it is to reveal the secrets..."

Chen Zijian rolled up the refined things in his memory and felt that the silver ingot was as light as paper, like a thread of silk thread in the furnace.

However, Chen Zijian still found a small skill of "Transfering Flowers and Recruiting Wood" in the memory of the old Taoist priest.

It records some tricks that are tricky. As long as you have appropriate skills and tiny spiritual energy, you can maintain your image and style when you escape.

Using this trick on external objects is of course much more decent than the reward method of Dali Fei bricks, otherwise anyone who sees the incense burner spraying silver ingots will have extra thoughts.

"I don't have to refine it into a physical body. I just need to learn it secretly. I'll have to deal with the remaining incense."

Chen Zijian practiced it in the furnace and confirmed that this small technique is as simple as the qi-seeing technique. He can learn it and use it at will.

"Hmm?!" After catching the incense, the old Taoist priest was worried about the night's spot. Suddenly, he felt smoke surging in front of him. A heavy thing fell into his chest.

He looked down and saw that it was a large silver ingot. He looked ecstatic and threw the practice out of the sky:

"This ingot is 50 taels! More, thank you for the reward of Shanjun!"

Chen Zijian secretly observed: "Is it 50 taels? This is in the modern world of the previous life. A historical ingot price is about 25,000 yuan. Including cultural relics and historical value is about 50,000 to 100,000 yuan. This incense burner can really make a fortune as a treasure pot. Unfortunately, it was made money in ancient times and flowers, and I don't know what the purchasing power is."

"Now I am in this temple and cannot leave. I have to rely on the old Taoist priest to bring me some pilgrims and give him some responses on his own initiative, but it should not be too frequent to avoid..."

The old Taoist priest did not leave, Chen Zijian re-examined.

It turns out that those memories are no longer bright after being refined once, as if they have been removed from their core and essence. They gradually become mottled and dark, as if they are about to be faded and forgotten.

"However, he has not forgotten this memory after all, but a certain power in this memory seems to have been pulled away by me. I don't understand what it is..."

Chen Zijian felt that some of the old Taoist obsessions had dissipated, just like the too hot fire melting the dark ice and snow. Maybe he finally came to relief, maybe he would feel lost.

The old Taoist priest obviously did not notice all this sentimentality. Perhaps he could only realize the subtle changes in his memory in a late night when he was alone.

He just stammered and was so excited that he even confused his organization's language: "I, I, this, poor, no, I will deal with this silver so that I won't be envious. Let's go down the mountain to buy some repair items!"

The old Taoist priest was happy. When he received the silver reward, he immediately explained his intentions, cut the silver ingot into pieces with a handful of scissors, and went down the mountain.

Chen Zijian naturally threw out incense ash and followed the old Taoist priest to Chenfeng County.

When she was relying on Miss Chen Zhuxiang, she hurriedly rushed home, and had never been to places like inns, inns, stations, and gambling houses. This led to Chen Zijian, who didn't want to be too troublesome, and also took a quick glance at this.

If you rely on the old Taoist priest, you can naturally go to different scenes without wasting too much energy to expand your spiritual consciousness.

What is there to say? The spring breeze is so proud that the horse's hooves are anxious.

Although Chen Zijian did not mean to treat the old Taoist priest as a mount, the red face of the old Taoist priest couldn't help but think of this sentence.

The ancients said that the four great things in life are just about drought and rain; meeting old friends in foreign land; having fun at night; and when they were named on the golden list. Once they succeeded, they would be refreshed and full of spirits without any concealment. If the old Taoist priest really had such magical acting skills, it would be considered that his acting skills would be passed.

"But the speed of the yin energy recovery is a bit faster. It seems that my sense of time is indeed different..."

Chen Zijian also paid attention to the old Taoist priest when he was on the road.

Chen Manxiong received guidance from experts in advance, and this matter has been happening for many days. He knew that the Yin Qi was about to recover and there would be a chain reaction related to Yin Qi, which shows that the world not only has history, but also has inheritance related to magic.

"But those cultivators did not have the opportunity or reason to burn incense. I can't sneak into the temple to sneak in the incense. It's too early to have an idea for them."

Chen Zijian calmed down. He had only seen the ghost of the ancestor of the Chen family in his previous life, and had never seen any other Yin Qi products.

To see the product of Yin Qi, one is to confirm your own strength and weigh the difficulty of dealing with the ancestor of the Chen family. The other is that Chen Zijian also wants to know whether he can loot useful memories from the decaying corpses for many years.

"We have to see what the martial arts people in the martial arts world are making a fuss. Among the same meteor visitors from outside the sky, are there any enemies or similar ones..."

The old Taoist priest did not notice all this. He had a quick and easy journey and had learned light skills. Whenever he walked on a steep path that ordinary people could not walk, the old Taoist priest was like a big white goose with flapping his wings, shaking his arms and taking shortcuts.

Well, this action doesn't look elegant and not fairy-like. However, ordinary kung fu is accumulating over time. The fake moves that you don't practice every day will eventually regress. If you really encounter fatal troubles, you have to rely on these old mud legs.

However, in order to cover up the source of treasure, the old Taoist priest took a detour to the entrance of another city gate, but there was a different scenery.

Outside the city gate, the business road station, the stable inn, there were also tea stalls next to it, and people were not affected by the resurgence of the yin energy. The people wearing tight-fitting heads were talking and laughing carelessly, drinking the generousness of the world that was different from the academy.

"Have you heard that? This year's imperial examination list was released. A female Jinshi named Pan Xueying was released in Chenfeng County! I heard that she was appreciated and wanted to change her surname to Si Fang Xueying. It was really rare."

"Haha! Nowadays, poets and talented women are not willing to be lonely. They have to make a fame and fortune in the officialdom to be proud?"

"That's not the same thing? This time it was an exam, which was a special title. The restrictions on origin, age, and region were specially relaxed. Si Fang Xueying was just a second-level Jinshi, and she ranked 398th. It's not like a special title. Many people are not qualified to participate in this imperial examination."

"Didn't everyone say she ranks first in Chenfeng County, otherwise do you really think she can rank first in the world?"

"I just said that the imperial examination is called "special title" and it is not actually without restrictions. Older people, poor background, and poor region, will deduct you some of the time."

"There are not a few top scorers in the AFC and do not have the advantage of mountain and river business roads. I always say that Chenfeng County wants to be promoted to Chenfengzhou, but this matter is still not a single word."

"Hehe!"

"Haha!"

Many martial artists laughed unidentifiedly, and the old Taoist priest neither discussed nor laughed. However, this fasting method made him really hungry. Now that he has silver in his pocket, he can't walk when he smells the fragrance.

"Waiter, please give a roasted chicken with fennel, cut it into two fingers wide, a pot of sweet rice wine, and take it away in a box."

"Okay! Dao Ye has a good taste. This chicken is only available in the sky. It is rare to smell it in the world. This fennel chicken is the best dish in our store. It is said that this chicken that pecks with herbs and fruits in the mountains and fields is different from the poultry raised in the courtyard..."

The old Taoist priest couldn't help but wonder, "I haven't seen you for a while, even you, the waiter, learned to write poetry?"

The waiter smiled and said, "That was not written by me. It was a crazy scholar who was crazy and crazy when he was reading. He was talking and said, "The shopkeeper's kindness, he bought him a bowl of porridge and a piece of cake and bought him two lines of poetry, and I changed it a little..."

Chen Zijian's mind was slightly moved, but there was no conclusive evidence, and he couldn't explain the relationship between the modern world and this world.

After chatting for a few words, the old Taoist priest saw a group of people stepping into the inn. He didn't know whether it was from the escort agency or from another place, so he looked like he was about to come over and ask about the seats.

The old Taoist priest was afraid of causing trouble and did not want to have conflicts with others. He simply pretended to abandon his seat and walked towards the waiter:

"Wait, what are your words interesting? Where are the crazy scholars? Whose name is?"

"If he really loses his soul, I will find him back and maybe he can do something good."

The waiter: "How could I know that I was just a passing beggar, right?"
Chapter completed!