Ten days later.

The courtyard of the Heavenly Family is quiet, and there is a clear golden light in the good and evil ding. The face of the person on the top of the ding was closed, and his expression was serene.

Ning Tao finished his practice, came to the side of the Good and Evil Ding, and looked at the more than 20 divine crystals in the Ding, and a feeling of compassion suddenly came out of his heart.

These twenty or so divine crystals are the results of the past ten days.

Ten days of hard work and hard work, there are only about twenty divine crystals in this good and evil tripod, how can he not be sad and discouraged by such a harvest.

Moreover, almost half of the pitiful twenty or so divine crystals still came from the contributions of Soft Tianyin and Lin Qingyu. They thought of ways to contribute to him with love, faith, and goodness, and during this time, he collected the most evil energy from the outside.

SBC's God-making project was not successful.

The vast majority of people nowadays only have desires in their hearts, but no faith. Even if you help him and fulfill his wishes, he still produces gratitude mixed with desire, and he wants to get something out of you at the same time.

However, there was also something that made him feel a little gratified, and that was his spiritual power cultivation.

During this time, he was busy collecting energy to refine divine crystals, and he didn't have time to collect evil and make up for good, so his spiritual power did not increase in quantity. However, through these fragmented cultivation over time, that is, every time he refines a divine crystal, he will practice once, and every time his spiritual power will be rendered by the energy of the divine crystal, and if he persists in these ten days, although his spiritual power has not been improved, it can become purer and more refined.

However, seeing that Dingzhong's lifeline had been shortened by almost one-third, his mood became bad again.

"Brother Ding, although you will be unhappy, I still have to disturb you, and I feel uncomfortable not saying something. Ning Tao nagged at the good and evil Ding, "It has been almost twenty days since the medical hall was upgraded to a collection and repair hospital, and in a few days, ten days will be a month." At this rate of shortening, if the situation doesn't improve, I think I should be fine if I survive this month, but it will be over next month, so I want to talk to you about the will......"

The faces of the people on the Good and Evil Ding opened their eyes, and an ancient and mysterious voice came from the Ding: "It's so late, don't you go back to sleep to collect the energy of love, what are you complaining to me here?"

It also knows where those beloved energies come from.

Ning Tao was a little embarrassed in his heart, but after the thickness of his face increased, he also pretended not to know: "This matter is related to my life and death, let me talk about what's wrong? If I really die, it's good to have a will." ”

"Why do you think you're going to die?" Ding's face stared at Ning Tao, and his eyes were a little hateful of iron and steel.

Ning Tao said: "The world lacks faith, this supreme faith energy is so difficult to earn, this lifeline is shortening every day, how long can I live? Also, your tripod is so big, it can hold a thousand catties of rice, right? I worked hard for more than ten days to refine more than 20 divine crystals, and it is not enough to even rub a rice ball, isn't this doomed?"

A voice came from the Good and Evil Ding: "You are complaining, in fact, you want to get a solution from me." ”

Ning Tao looked honest and waited quietly.

"I'll send you a six-word mantra. ”

Ning Tao said excitedly: "Thank you! What six-character mantra?"

A voice came from the Ding of Good and Evil: "The secret of heaven must not be revealed." ”

Ning Tao: "......"

"Also, is that what your eyes can only see this world?" asked Good and Evil Ding.

Ning Tao's heart moved: "Brother Ding, what do you mean?"

But the good and evil Ding closed their eyes and ignored him no more.

Ning Tao called twice, and when he saw that it didn't respond, he gave up, and he pondered the last words of good and evil in his heart: "Can my eyes only see this one world......?

A flash of inspiration flashed through his mind.

Could it be a reminder to him that these four energies could also be earned in the past plane?

Becoming a god is not something that can be achieved in one day or ten or twenty days. Such a thing is equivalent to building a statue of the tallest god in the world, and now the workers are still building the foundation, and it will be worshiped by thousands of believers, and that will have to wait until the statue is built.

But he can't wait for that day, according to the speed at which the lifeline is shortened, and if he can't wait for his god-making plan to succeed, he's probably doomed.

So, during this period of laying the foundation, why didn't he go to the past time and space to look for opportunities?

In the past, it was not possible to earn the merits of good thoughts and evil thoughts and sins of people in the past, but the energy of love and faith and the energy of good and evil is different, they have nothing to do with merit and sin, they are the energy generated by the soul. So, theoretically it can be collected.

Just do it.

Ning Tao took the Zhenshi Tower, the building plank and the cloud ore and placed them on the ground in the lobby, and then pasted a death charm on his forehead. Then he took out a Xunzu Pill from the small medicine box and bit off a small piece.

In this process, he used the corner of his eye to look at the faces of the people on the top of good and evil.

How will it react if it eats Xun Zudan in front of it?

The faces of the people on the balance of good and evil did not react at all.

This result was also expected by him.

Rumble!

Darkness came like a tidal wave.

After a minute of darkness, the light surged around me, and it felt like colorful water was flowing around me, and then it seemed fixed for a moment.

It was a room with a desk, bookshelves and chairs, as well as a table for tea, placed by the window.

On the desk was a painting of a woman, the ink had not yet dried.

Ning Tao looked at the woman in the painting, and a little sense of déjà vu surged up in his heart inexplicably. But the paintings in ancient times were not oil paintings, they just gave him a little familiarity, but he couldn't remember who it was.

He came to the window and pushed it open.

The golden sun is blowing in your face, and the wind is blowing, lifting the willow branches.

This is the second floor, and downstairs is a street with many shops, but there are not many pedestrians on the street.

This street is still Chang'an University Lane, he was here last time, and met Princess Taiping on this street, and took her sedan chair to Fuyun Garden, so he recognized it at a glance.

University Lane is still the same University Lane, but it's a lot deserted.

Ning Tao had some doubts in his heart, and said secretly: "Is this the time and space before Princess Taiping or the time and space after?"

Footsteps were heard behind him, and then he stopped at the door.

Ning Tao hid behind a vertical screen.

The door opened, and several men in black samurai uniforms and black scarves over their faces entered the study, and walked last to close the door.

Ning Tao looked at these people through the gap in the vertical screen.

The men all had sharp knives in their hands, and each of them was stained with blood.

What's going on here?

Ning Tao didn't think about anything else when he came here, his first reaction was to observe the environment around him, and then open the window to look outside, but he didn't expect this to happen.

A man in black stopped in front of the desk, picked up the painting that had just been painted, glanced at it, and said coldly: "This painting is painted with Yang Yuhuan's demon, the ink has not dried, and the ghost hand painting saint Zhang Daozi must not have escaped far, search!"

Behind the vertical screen, Ning Tao's heart suddenly shook, and he actually came to the time and space where Yang Yuhuan was!

He couldn't help but get excited, knowing that if he could see Yang Yuhuan, he would be able to learn the truth of that prophecy from her mouth.

In history, Yang Yuhuan was the concubine of Tang Xuanzong, and her power leaned towards the government and the opposition, but she died in the Anshi Rebellion, and her body was buried in Macubpo. But history is written by people, and the Yang Yuhuan he knows is a cultivator, and he was buried at the bottom of the South China Sea!

A man in black walked briskly to the window, peered out, and then closed the window again.

The black-clothed man with the painting looked at the vertical screen and snorted coldly: "Come out, don't hide, ghost hand painting saint Zhang Daozi, I know you are hiding behind." ”

Who the ghost hand Zhang Daozi is Ning Tao doesn't know at all, there has never been such a person in the history he has studied, and there are no related paintings left in later generations. The only thing he knew was that he had been discovered, and these people were not ordinary people.

"Come out!" scolded the man in black with the painting.

Ning Tao walked out from behind the vertical screen, wearing a black windbreaker, bare thighs, and a pair of socks, the same situation as the last time he came to Datang for a day trip.

The last time he met Princess Taiping, after she ate tofu in a sedan chair, he wanted to pull silk and knit a pair of pants when he went back, but he was too busy to have time to do it. This time, it was temporary, so there was still only a Tianbao robe and windbreaker on his body, a pair of socks, and a gap to hang on.

Fortunately, the trench coat is buttoned, otherwise the gear lever will be exposed.

As soon as Ning Tao came out, several black-clothed people suddenly rushed up to surround him, and two of them even put the sharp knives in their hands on his neck.

The man in black holding the painting was obviously the leader, and he took out a folded piece of paper from the placket of his coat and opened it, which was also a painting.

The painting is a young man, sketching with a brush, which is not similar to Ning Tao, but the person in the painting has a strange inch, which is similar again.

"It's you!" said the leader of the men in black.

Ning Tao: "......"

The ancients used this kind of brush sketch to catch people, and the chance of catching the wrong person is about seven or eight out of ten, right? I don't know how many people died unjustly.

Ning Tao was wronged, but he didn't mind, these people in black all exuded a strong evil aura, and they were not good people at first glance. Not good people, there is still blood on the tip of the knife, and what they are going to do is obviously not a good thing either. No matter how bad it is, it can harvest a little evil energy from them.

After making up his mind, Ning Tao opened his mouth and said, "A few strong men, who are you?"

As soon as his words fell, the leader of the man in black slammed into him with a knife hilt, slamming it into his lower abdomen.

It didn't hurt at all, but Ning Tao still bent down very cooperatively, and accompanied by a screaming voice: "Ouch!"

The leader of the man in black said viciously: "Let me ask you, when will Yang Yuhuan's demon come over?"