The donkey is a miserable donkey. Its hair is sparse and even the hair on its head is about to fall off, revealing its dry head. Even its eyes are drooping, its ears are drooping, and it looks listless.

Tang Qian stroked the donkey and was silent for a long time. Until Xia Yubing himself was already standing alone, he felt a little bored. Tang Qian knew: "Uncle."

Xia Yubing was a little surprised: "What?"

"I said he is his uncle." Tang Qian thought for a while and continued, "This donkey is just a donkey, that's all."

"Isn't it good to just donkey?" Tang Qian had already told Xia Yubing a lot of Sima's layout. Although Xia Yubing was confused, he could understand many things - the calculations of these practitioners are really terrible. Compared with the so-called evil people, they are really not at the same level. Even those bad people who only know how to kill and set fire are all good kids compared with these immortal gods.

After all, Xia Yubing has never heard of the method of using the destruction of the gods, but he saw it.

Before everything in the copper pot came out, Tang Qian shook it, and there was still a sound, just like the sound of a stone hitting the wall of the pot.

He turned the copper pot completely upside down, but the things still didn't come out.

Tang Qian frowned and shook his brows hard, with jingling sounds endlessly, but this thing just couldn't come out.

Tang Qian couldn't help but increase his strength.

The sound of Dingdong was even louder, but Tang Qian still didn't believe in evil. The grip on his hands also increased, even making the outer wall of the copper pot look like that melting red.

Bang--

This was a very small sound, and the crazy sound in the copper pot seemed to have never appeared. A black thing flew out of the pot and rushed towards the half-dead donkey, hitting the donkey's head. Even if the donkey was hit by the spirit, it would still scream - Ou Ah - but after screaming, it lowered its head, probably looking for something that hit it just now.

Tang Qian flipped the copper pot in his hand again, but this time he saw an extra hole on it, which was very small, and the ugly copper engravings on it seemed to be coming alive. After it was cracked, Xia Yubing discovered it.

These bad things are not as good-looking as the strange things that children play with mud on the ground. They are all made of smaller engravings. When they were combined before, they were not even able to see even a crack on them.

Then the engravings on the copper pot continued to move and change rapidly, and Tang Qian was already holding it.

Soon the copper pot was changed and the engraving was completely out of the way. Xia Yubing couldn't understand it, but she found that there were more things she didn't understand. Although she could always use: "This is a magic method, this is some wonderful moves of the gods." But despite this explanation, she still felt that there would be no one in this pot, and there would be no things she couldn't see moving the things on the pot, so how did these things move by themselves...

All the engravings on the copper pot are almost scattered outwards with this small hole as the center.

Tang Qian injected spiritual energy into it, and in the small hole, he actually spit out a column of spiritual energy more than an inch long. The color was reflected by the slightly reddish hole, and the color was slightly red. Tang Qian slowly turned the copper pot. The bottom of the copper pot did not move, but the body of the pot was constantly moving. The engravings were swimming, changing the position, making the direction of the small hole the same as before.

This copper pot made Xia Yubing think of something: "Compass?"

"It's relatively more exquisite." Tang Qian looked at the copper pot with interest: "It seems that there should be a certain place, and this copper pot can guide us over. No matter where we go from, we will think about it."

Tang Qian threw the copper pot on the broken car and then entered the broken temple. Without Tang Qian's spiritual energy support, although the pot turned slightly, it gradually slowed down, and the slender spiritual energy column slowly dissipated. Xia Yubing still wanted to follow Tang Qian, and Tang Qian's voice was already heard from the temple: "Look at the car." [*…ABC Novel Network     !* Novels are better and faster]

Xia Yubing had to put the donkey on the cart, and then she saw the copper pot lying down on the cart.

Xia Yubing thought about it and helped up the copper pot. Then she also imitated Tang Qian to grab the copper pot. The copper pot did not react at all, and there was no change after touching it.

In the temple, Tang Qian had already carried Zhou Sheng out with Monk Yisheng.

"Zhou Da no longer needs to watch it, he has been taken away long ago."

Tang Qian's words seemed to be saying to Xia Yubing, or to Zhou Sheng who was already unconscious.

"I won't go with you anymore, I have something to look for." The monk Yisheng said, "And it will be bad for me to be with him." He pointed at Zhou Sheng: "If we are the same place, our injuries will accelerate. Anyway, the speed of spiritual energy in my body is much faster."

The monk Yisheng actually needs to walk with Tang Qian, because Sima also said that the solution to the problem is where the copper pot points, but he and Zhou Sheng would not go too far when they go at the same time.

This is also another Sima's layout. Tang Qian is really having a headache now. Sima seems to have thought of it everywhere.

"If this guy is so powerful, why don't he handle it yourself... he still plots against me..." Tang Qian put Zhou Sheng in the car, then lay down together, his feet still tilted outside, and he still raised his hand: "Monkey, remember to live a better life."

"Of course, donor Tang Qian, you have not been saved yet." The monk Yisheng still smiled: "If you find anything, please tell me. I guess I will wait for you in the nearest big temple... The nearest one here should be the Big Buddha Temple. I can go and disturb me. The monks of the Big Buddha Temple may have any other insights into my current situation."

Some decisions are very simple. Before Zhou Sheng, the client, woke up, he had already made a decision.

Walking with the copper pot is actually closer to surviving.

"And you, little constable, help, drive." Tang Qian was lying in the car. The little broken car was really small. It was so small that Zhou Sheng, the child, could just lie down. Tang Qian felt very uncomfortable, but he was still lying down.

In fact, there is no need to drive. Xia Yubing got in the car just now, and the donkey walked forward the next moment.

The monk Yisheng was standing by the roadside. He closed his eyes and naturally couldn't see it, but the direction he was facing was Tang Qian and the others left here.

"Where are we going in this direction? Constable Luocheng." Tang Qian was still asking such a question at this time.

The road is getting farther and farther away, and the road in Zhoujia Village is very narrow. In the sun, the shadow of a monk in his life is also very long.

It's getting farther and farther away.
Chapter completed!