"It's strange, his senior brother and sister, I still remember, why can't I remember him?"

"I don't know my name, I can't remember my appearance..."

Someone was suddenly stunned, "What did this little gentleman do?"

This made everyone confused.

A picture appeared in their sea of ​​consciousness:

Under the bloody sky, corpses danced around, and the corpse king confronted the young gentleman.

They still remembered that time, such as palpitations, shock, and incredible emotions, but what did this little gentleman do and what happened after that, everything blurred.

The white-haired old man pondered for a moment and sighed:

"Mr. Zhuang, in the cause and effect, we have laid a fog, and we have insufficient spiritual consciousness and cannot peek..."

Everyone was shocked when they heard this.

"There are still such means?"

"Wouldn't that be, there was no clue at all?"

"Senior, what can I do?"

The old man with white hair frowned and pondered, and then slowly said: "The secret of heaven can be calculated, maybe you can see the leopard in the tube and see a look..."

"Sir, can you..."

The old man with white hair shook his head and said helplessly:

"I'm old, my spiritual sense has declined, and I can't count..."

Everyone looked at each other.

Someone looked at the skinny old man, "Senior Wen, why don't you calculate it?"

The skinny old man was stunned, "I'm counting?"

The man nodded and said, "You are proficient in deciding the calculations right now."

"But..." The thin old man looked embarrassed.

The man continued, "You still have Sancaiyi to count the blessing of copper coins. You can't calculate Mr. Zhuang, but you should be fine if you count his little disciple."

Others also agreed: "Senior Wen, I'm working hard."

The thin old man feels bitter.

The rafters that come out rot first.

Why did this unlucky errand fall on me?

The skinny old man wanted to refuse, but so many monks present were all well-known, with families and sects. If they were disobeying their intentions, they would be hated by the petty eyes.

"Forget it, just forget it."

And he himself wanted to know where this young man came from.

He was able to accept Mr. Zhuang, who was above the top, as a disciple.

It can also prevent Mr. Zhuang from being in a fog and conceal his cause and effect.

The thin old man picked out the copper coins, his spiritual sense poured out, and he was rumored in his mouth, and the copper coins turned over in disorder and finally settled.

The skinny old man held the copper coins and placed them on his forehead, closing his eyes to sense it.

But in the vision of the spiritual consciousness, there was a fog.

After half a day, I still knew nothing.

The skinny old man opened his eyes, sighed, and said helplessly: "The secret of heaven is indeed covered, a fog, nothing can be counted. It is indeed Mr. Zhuang's work..."

Everyone was a little disappointed when they heard this.

This young man may have clues about Mr. Zhuang.

And it's also very important.

But it can't be calculated, then there is nothing to do.

The middle-aged monk frowned, "It would be fine if he couldn't count Mr. Zhuang, but how could he not even understand his disciples..."

"Senior Wen, why don't you change your direction and calculate it?"

"Not bad, not counting him, counting his parents, relatives and friends, or counting his past, where he lives, and where he has been?"

"Just have a little trace."

The skinny old man scolded them in his heart.

All such unlucky things are done by yourself.

He is not unlucky either.

The skinny old man said, "I have limited abilities. If I ask me to continue calculating, I will borrow my Zhoutian calculator."

After saying this, some people were hesitant.

It contains the principles of the Zhoutian and can help the derivation and calculation, but it is all good things and cannot be borrowed easily.

The thin old man saw their expression and sneered in his heart.

It is easy to ask others to help, but I am reluctant to pay the price.

At this moment, the white-haired old man said:

"I would like to lend the Guan Zen cushion to Brother Wen..."

The skinny old man was stunned.

The old man with white hair said to others: "Mr. Zhuang has a big secret and has a big relationship. I believe you will not be stingy with this little thing, and you will lose the big one because of small things."

Everyone remained silent, and after pondering for a moment, they made up their minds and said one after another:

"There is a second-grade Tianji Plate underneath..."

"I have a scent of nourishing spirit..."

"My wooden hairpin is a dead wooden hairpin, which can speed up mental arithmetic..."

...

Soon, a bunch of spiritual weapons were added in front of the thin old man.

The skinny old man looked at these spiritual weapons, a little surprised and then a little excited.

These are the top-grade spiritual weapons used by algorithms.

Moreover, many of them are secretly taught by aristocratic families or sects, and they are not easily used by outsiders.

The skinny old man suddenly became energetic.

In his life, he had never done such a "rich" Tianji deduction.

With these calculation tools, he may really compete with Mr. Zhuang.

Pull away the fog under Mr. Zhuang and peek at the hidden secrets.

The skinny old man was refreshed.

Then he rested for a while, and when his spiritual consciousness was full, he solemnly burned the incense of nourishing the spirit, brought a dead wood hairpin, sat in the meditation group, and placed the three-tale Yi Yi counted copper coins on the Tianji plate...

With the blessing of so many spiritual weapons, his spiritual consciousness is extremely full, his thinking is extremely clear, and his eyes are like glow, as if he can see through the past and deduce the future.

The thin old man sat upright and began to calculate.

Although he is now "fully armed", he is still not careless.

He is not greedy, not too many at a time, but only a little bit. He wants to see the past of the small formation master shrouded in the fog, go and see some experiences for a while, find some clues, and take a look at the causal exchanges.

No matter how profound the fog is, it will not be without dead corners.

The thin old man sits patiently and calculates carefully.

I don’t know how long it took, but he finally cleared a layer of fog from the confusion and unknown!

The thin old man was overjoyed. He was about to go and see, but suddenly his heart blew violently and a warning suddenly arose.

It seemed like something extremely terrifying was hidden under the fog.

As soon as he touched it, he was frightened and sweated coldly.

Even in the fog, there is a ribbon of fishy, ​​cruel and cold air.

Although this aura is obscure, it reveals a creepy dead aura.

Just like a basin of cold water, pour it on the head.

The thin old man woke up instantly:

What am I doing?

Who gave me the courage to peek at the fog set by Mr. Zhuang?
To be continued...