To be honest, when I was sure that I was going to open a new book, even I was startled, not because of anything else, because during the period when the book was completed in the forbidden place for the living, I thought countless times about whether to give up writing books, after all, this profession is too tiring, bearing the expectations of thousands, or even tens of thousands of readers, my shoulders, can't bear it, of course, there is another reason that the starting point of the forbidden land for the living is too high, I am afraid that the new book will not be able to catch up, so that some people will think that I write more and more books, lose my share, I am a good-looking person, So sometimes I even think about opening a book secretly, so that if I pounce on it, it will disappear, and when it becomes popular, I will say that I am a lamp grass, how good.

But I finally decided to write this damn new book.

Not because of anything else, just because some readers told me that no matter how high the grades are, they will be used to break through after all, if they don't have the courage and confidence to break through themselves, then who else can give them this courage?

Not because of anything else, just because there are still people waiting for me, as long as there is someone waiting for me to write, then it is a very meaningful thing for me to write, after all, this book not only belongs to me, but also belongs to you, theirs, the living are forbidden to do so, and I believe that this new book will still be the same.

Not because of anything else, just because I think I can do it, anyway, someone has to win, so why can't it be me?

I'm not a hypocritical person, to be precise, I'm even a little cold-blooded, so I don't want to talk too much about the mood, so everyone feels crooked, and the diaphragm responds, so let's talk about the new book.

After two months, I finally wrote out the beginning of this damn new book, to be honest, when I was writing about the forbidden land for the living, a lot of strange ideas burst out, very negative, very dark, and very anti-human horror, not suitable for the large scope of the forbidden land for the living, so I couldn't bear not to write, which is why the more the forbidden land for the living is later, the clearer the plot, and the more it escapes the darkness, because I want to stuff all the dark ideas accumulated in this whole book of the forbidden land for the living into the new book, this is definitely a book beyond imagination, It's not good to see you come to hit me! (I can't hit it anyway~)

It's also the only book I've ever written an outline, and to be honest, when I was writing the outline, I had so many inspirations in my head that I could even squander them to the point of squandering them, and I knew that they were all bastard ideas left over from when I was writing about the forbidden land.

Okay, don't talk nonsense, the new book is called "The Secret Record of the Heavenly Master" and you can find it by searching for it in the station. You can support it~

Here's a preview of the new book.

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I met him on a Taoist forum, I was the moderator of that forum, because of the frequent irrigation, I was also a little famous, he contacted me through another moderator of our forum, which means, to ask me if I was interested in listening to him tell a story, and then write this story, the copyright belongs to me, as long as I send him a copy as a souvenir, of course, he will give me a pen fee, it sounds, it seems to be a lot.

I guess I was afraid that I thought he was a liar, and he specially asked me for a bank account number, and transferred me a deposit of 100,000 yuan at that time, saying that he would wait for me to write it out and read it to him, and after he was satisfied, he would transfer me the rest of the pen fee!

At that time, I was also short of money, so I agreed without saying a word, he said that the story was a bit long, and I couldn't understand it on the Internet, so I asked me to set a place by myself, and he invited me to eat and talk while eating.

Two days later, we met at a western restaurant in the center of our city.

After making sure that I was the person he wanted to meet, he came over and introduced himself to me quite politely, saying that his name was Wang Fa and it was a pleasure to meet me.

At this time, I began to look at the man named Wang Fa in front of me, about 1.8 meters tall, with short and medium hair, wearing a jujube red Tang costume, holding a string of pure gold Buddha beads engraved with Tibetan in red thread, wearing a big jade wrench on his fingers, stepping on the cloth shoes of the old Beijing flavor, dressed in an antique style, like a stubborn lord in Beijing, very interesting.

To be honest, before we met, I was afraid that he was a liar, but after we met, I didn't have any worries about that, first of all, I really didn't have anything to be cheated of, there was no need to take 100,000 yuan to fish, and then he looked too ... How to put it, it's the kind of feeling that people and animals are harmless.

After sitting down, he carefully took down the string of pure gold Buddha beads in his hand, put it on the table, and took out a red cloth from his pocket and pressed it on the Buddha beads, which seemed to be relieved, looked at me, and asked me some questions, the questions were imaginative, there was no trace to follow, and he looked very relaxed, he didn't seem to care much about the answer to his question, just a simple question.

After asking about a dozen questions, he nodded, and his eyes began to brighten at this time, he looked at me and said, "I've read what you wrote, I like it, do you know Micheng?" ”

"Micheng?" I suddenly remembered, isn't that our provincial capital? Hurriedly nodded and said, "I know, the kapok is good-looking,"

"That's where the story began." Wang Fa took a sip of water and began to speak slowly.

I didn't have much expectation at first, I just thought that this was a rich man entertaining himself, so I just listened to a story and wrote something perfunctory.

Listening to it, I began to be a little moved, and kept asking him some detailed questions, and when I heard it, I even forgot to eat, so I just listened, to be honest, I even suspected that this was not a story at all, but what really happened to the man named Wang Fa in front of me.

But if these things are true, then that is, my original worldview is a joke at all, but if this is not true, then it is a really strange thing!

The story was very long, and for the next half month, we would meet every afternoon and evening, and he would tell it, and I would listen, and occasionally ask for details, and when the story was completely finished, both of us were relieved, obviously, neither of us expected that we would spend so much time on this.

It wasn't until he finished saying that I closed my notebook and asked the question that had been weighing on my mind these days, "So, are these things really happening?" Does that place really exist? ”

Wang Fa did not answer my question directly, but wrote a note in the mailbox and said to me, "After writing, send me the document, and I will settle the balance to you." ”

"Mind if I post the novel online?" I asked cautiously.

"You send it, no one believes it anyway." Wang Fa smiled, left, and gave me a piece of mutton fat jade before leaving.

After that, for a long time, I was sorting out the story he was talking about, combing through the stuff inside, and the more I combed through, the more I was sure that it was just a simple story.

I thought about it, and decided to write the story he told in the first person, and as for the title of the book, I also thought of it, so I called it ......

"The Secret Record of the Heavenly Master"