Taoist priest, let’s become immortals together!

"Just a clown! I'm giving you face!"

Chen Yuan's familiar voice exploded in his soul like thunder. Bai Lian's ears were buzzing, his face was ferocious and terrified, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

Chen Yuan,

There is actually such a method!

Even his face-changing ability can't be controlled!

How can this be good?

"Chen Yuan! Don't be complacent! This body is still in my hands!" The white-faced man shouted, ignoring the burning Qilin tattoo on his body. His hands with torn flesh quickly brushed across his face, and his expression changed like a kaleidoscope, vowing to suppress Chen Yuan's soul again!

pity.

At this moment, the murderous aura in Chen Yuan's soul was sweeping like a wave.

The blood-colored Qilin tattoo on the surface of his body became brighter and brighter red. As the blood flowed, a lifelike, like a living blood Qilin coiled around Chen Yuan.

Roar!

The Qilin roars, and the evil spirits retreat!

The ferocious Qilin roared continuously, its entire white face burned violently, dazzling flames shot out, and its face shattered into pieces!

Bodhisattva Wuxiang saw this.

Seize the moment.

The hem of the flesh and blood skirt swayed in the wind, and the umbilical cords of flesh and blood shot out again, grabbing the white-faced soul. Under the scorching heat of the bloody unicorn, it was torn apart alive and fell back into the hands of the formless Bodhisattva.

Chen Yuan's face.

Restored to its original state.

"Huh..." He collapsed to the ground, took a long breath, grinning, "You dare to occupy my body, you are not qualified!"

"Donor Chen Yuan?" Wuxiang Bodhisattva clasped his hands together and asked softly, "How do you feel?"

"Very good." Chen Yuan climbed to his feet, his body covered in wounds. The bloody Qilin tattoo on his shoulder and most of his chest gradually faded away. The Qilin became silent, and the evil spirit returned. He then bowed and said, "Thank you, Bodhisattva. I was able to deal with Bai Lian this time, thanks to you."

"Hmm." Wuxiang Bodhisattva shook his head gently. "Since I took the White Face, I naturally have to completely separate it. Otherwise... I can't take the Changing Face with me either."

Chen Yuan smiled and bowed again.

"Donor Chen Yuan..." Wuxiang Bodhisattva rolled up his flesh-and-blood dress, retracted his magical instruments, and said in a deep voice, "It's just that I didn't expect that there was a soul hidden deep within your soul."

"Even with my magical powers... I can't get rid of him. You better be careful. I see he has a violent nature. If he gathers his power again, I'm afraid it will cause irreversible damage to you!"

Chen Yuan concentrated.

He now has no idea who he is.

"Could it be that I am really another soul of the Taoist Wuwei?" Chen Yuan pondered secretly, "The purpose of the Purification Evil Path is to eliminate one of the souls, leaving only the pure soul, which is the medicine he needs for alchemy?"

Chen Yuan couldn't understand.

But the only thing that is clear is that

Now he is the master of this body!

No one can occupy it!

Taoist Wuwei...will completely eliminate it one day!

"Bodhisattva, can't even you be expelled?" Chen Yuan was somewhat unwilling. Thinking that the Wuxiang Bodhisattva was able to peel off the white face hidden in his soul, it stands to reason that the soul of the Taoist Wuwei who was also hidden in it should be no problem.

Bodhisattva Wuxiang shook his head. "No, my magical power can only remove the abnormality in the soul, but that soul is one with you, the donor. Forcibly removing it... will only damage the soul, and it will not be able to separate the two souls."

Chen Yuan sighed.

It was difficult to peel off the white face.

Now comes an even more troublesome Taoist Wuwei.

It really doesn't let him have a moment of peace.

"But Donor Chen Yuan is truly extraordinary. Even among the military masters, few can cultivate the Blood Demon Qilin. I have to admit... you and the Soldier Demon... are extremely compatible."

Bodhisattva Wuxiang grabbed Baimian and said.

Chen Yuan remained silent. He stretched out his hand, which was healing and itchy, and brushed the fine lines of the tattoo protruding from his chest. He was speechless.

"Haha... This Blood Demon Qilin tattoo was really an accident. The Blood Demon is so fierce. My body used to be strong enough to suppress it, but now it's been left far behind. In future battles, I have to be wary of the Blood Demon corroding my mind."

Good fortune and misfortune depend on each other.

Who can explain it clearly?

"But Mr. Chen Yuan, you want to separate another soul. I know someone who may be able to help you."

"Oh!" Chen Yuan was delighted.

Wuxiang Bodhisattva said, "Xiaoyao Old Immortal." Then, Wuxiang Bodhisattva opened his skin, took out a bone whistle, and handed it to Chen Yuan, "Take this bone whistle. When you see it... Xiaoyao Old Immortal will give me a favor."

"Of course, the bone whistle itself can also suppress hysteria. I hope it can help you."

I was stunned for a moment,

"But don't forget to return it to me later."

Chen Yuan was speechless and took the bone whistle. "Of course."

"Then where can I find the Immortal Xiaoyao?"

"You can find him in Xiaoyao Town."

"Xiaoyao Town." Chen Yuan silently memorized the place name.

Chen Yuan was still a little dazed at this time.

Unexpectedly, Bodhisattva Wuxiang was actually helping him.

This made him feel warm in his heart.

Senior Brother Wuchen’s face flashed before my eyes.

"Okay, I'll take Bai Lian away. Donor Chen Yuan... we'll meet again in the future if we're lucky." After saying that, the flesh and blood of the Formless Bodhisattva melted away like a candle, and in the blink of an eye, he returned to his original appearance.

Cheng the ironmaker has lost a lot of weight.

Chen Yuan secretly complained, "Good fellow, the possession of the Formless Bodhisattva is so exhausting. Even the strong Cheng Datie looks like he's been skinned!"

Almost drained!

"Brother Cheng?" Chen Yuan asked tentatively.

"Bang!" Cheng Datie slapped his forehead. His sunken eyes bulged out, and he looked like he was losing energy and blood. His legs couldn't help but tremble. "Ouch! Phew! I'm so tired! Damn! I almost died!"

He quickly pulled out a long knife from the bag, stuck it into the ground, steadied himself, and continued, breathing heavily, "Master, have you seen the adults?"

"Yeah." Chen Yuan raised his eyebrows.

It turned out that Cheng Datie knew that the Bodhisattva Wuxiang was attached to him.

"Is the matter resolved?"

Chen Yuan answered, "It has been partially resolved."

At least white face.

I can no longer hide in my soul and make noise.

As for other questions.

Don’t worry about having too much debt, just take it slow.

all will be good.

There is always a way.

"That's good, that's good." Cheng Datie reluctantly raised his hand and said cheerfully, "Well, now that this matter is settled, I'll take my leave. I'll see you again someday. Then I'll definitely have a drink with you! Haha!"

"See you later."

Chen Yuan bowed.

Say it.

The two parted ways.

Cheng Datie turned and walked away, one foot deep and one foot shallow, walking weakly across the desolate plain. He sniffed lightly and muttered softly, "Hmm? Master Chen Yuan seems to have a strange fragrance... It really makes me... drool."

……

The night is fading.

Chen Yuan put away the two swords and wrapped the blood sword around his waist again with a rag. His Taoist robe was torn, revealing the lifelike blood-red Qilin tattoo. He held the long sword and rushed towards Qingfeng Town.

While the night has not yet faded.

Chen Yuan rushed back to the inn.

"Hey! Master Dao, you're back!"

Xiao Liuzi's eyes were wide open as he looked Chen Yuan up and down, his jaw dropping in shock. After a long while, he finally uttered a few words:

"Wow~ What a domineering tattoo!"

"Hurry up and prepare the meal. And help me buy a green Taoist robe."

Chen Yuan's stomach was rumbling. He waved his hand and gave instructions to Xiao Liuzi.

"Okay~"