That's not good news!

Hu Ziming's brows furrowed, even though they repeatedly overestimated the hidden parts of this world, but the truth still exceeded their expectations again and again.

Three days to meet the number of two hands, how many people are hiding in the people.

How could the seventy-year-old empire not be able to find out?

"How is that possible? Isn't that just the beginning?"

The young Taoist priest looked at the unprecepted Dao in surprise, the decline of the end of the law has just shown signs of loosening, and it is estimated that there are really few strange people in this world.

Two lots in three days!

What exactly did this monk encounter all day?

Why can't he meet him?

"How does the Buddha know? Listen: The Buddha is not in the mood now, don't bother your Buddha, otherwise~ Have you ever seen a big fist with a sandbag?"

Wujie glared at the young Taoist priest in front of him, stretched out a fist bigger than a sandbag and put it on the table, threatening.

He was really in no mood to talk nonsense with the guy in front of him.

I'm upset to death!

"Okay, find a place to try?"

The young Taoist priest's eyes lit up, this is going to do it!

Exciting!

If you don't do it, how do you know what it's like to cultivate yang qi to strengthen yourself?

Wujie stared at the bull-nosed Taoist priest in front of him with wide eyes.

Amitabha, this violent temper of the Sprinkle family!

Breathe deeply!

Call~

Suck~

In the center of the noodle shop, the young Taoist priest and the bald monk looked at each other quietly, one side was full of anticipation, and the other side was holding back anger.

After a long while, Wujie calmed down, he waved his big hand, pointed to the side, and four words popped out of his mouth: "Hurry up!

"Why did you drive me away, aren't you going to do it?"

The young Taoist priest stared at Wujie innocently with his big pure eyes.

Damn, the Sprinkle family is really a hell!

Wujie felt that his blood pressure was rising rapidly, his heartbeat rate was increasing rapidly, and the green tendons on his head were bursting up.

Is this grandson pretending to be stupid, or is he really stupid?

"Smack!"

Wujie smashed the table in front of him with a slap, and the entire noodle restaurant instantly fell silent, and everyone's eyes turned to a monk.

Is this really going to fight?

Has the controversy over Buddhism and Taoism reached this point now?

Watching the excitement is not afraid of big things, monks and Taoist priests tear apart, I like to see it!

As for pulling the two apart?

Inexistent!

It is not your business to hang high!

Seeing that the table was broken in half in an instant, the young Taoist priest took down his noodle bowl, and took a step back and said happily: "Great monk, you calm down, fortunately I reacted quickly, otherwise it would have been ruined!"

Wasted?

Is this important now?

I can't take it anymore!

This bull's nose is so hateful!

Wujie grabbed it with one hand, carried the corner of the young Taoist priest's clothes, and picked up the young Taoist priest.

The young Taoist priest did not resist, but just lifted the bowl in his hand, and no soup flowed out.

Then he raised the chopsticks in his hand and quickly took a bite.

"Suck ~ don't waste it!"

"You bullnose!"

The unprecepted eyes are like copper bells, the first Buddha of the air ascends to heaven, and the second Buddha is born!

He raised his right fist, apparently about to strike in the next second.

"Wait a minute!"

Just when Wujie was about to completely explode, Hu Ziming spoke up.

"Which one are you?"

Wujie stopped his fist in mid-air and turned his head.

He really felt that the recent years had not been good and everything was not going well.

"I'm a cop!

The beard brightened, and the book with the glow of the empire in his hand was shiny, and his expression was solemn.

"Bad luck!"

Wujie looked at the young Taoist priest, then at Hu Ziming, and sighed.

When people are unlucky, they drink cold water and stuff their teeth!

Fortunately, he didn't do anything, so I guess it's not a big problem!

......

At this point, I don't know where.

In the mist-like chaotic world, the heavens and the earth were vast, the endless yin qi and mist were rolling, and the ghost general stood on a high seat, ruling the four directions.

In front of him was a horizontal array of Yin soldiers.

And behind him is a huge stone gate, which is simple and mixed with the breath of endless years, as if it came from eternity.

The stone gate is high above the clouds, and the clouds and mist are shrouded, and there is no end in sight.

In front of the stone gate, countless yin spirits fell from the sky and entered the stone gate.

The huge stone gate is like a leak in the space, devouring all the yin spirits, and like a big mouth of an unknown beast hidden in the void, swallowing the world.

Zhang Qiming only felt that his whole person kept falling in the void, for a long, long time.

Behind him is like an endless abyss, which will never fall to the ground.

It's a century, or even longer, and the long time has made Zhang Qiming's thinking a little stagnant.

It wasn't until he landed in front of an ancient stone door that he regained some consciousness, and in a daze, there seemed to be thousands of people walking around him.

They were all walking towards the gate, step by step, walking in a hurry, Zhang Qiming walked with the crowded "flow of people".

Step by step, he walked towards the door in the mist, which seemed to have an infinite temptation for him.

Thousands of wandering souls are like a tide, passing through this stone gate that is like a broken dragon gate.

One step, Zhang Qiming disappeared into the fog and chaos, like the entrance to the netherworld, behind the gate of the long river, revealing a hazy world at the junction of illusion and reality.

It wasn't until he walked here that Zhang Qiming woke up a little from his trance.

He opened his eyes and saw a long road with no end in sight.

Where is this?

Zhang Qiming looked around, but found that he was the only one here, except for the unknown long road in front of him, the upper and lower directions were full of ink like an abyss, the darkness at the bottom of the sea.

Can you just go on?

Zhang Qiming looked at the long road under his feet and walked forward.

Where the hell is this?

Huangquan Road?

Is there really a yellow spring after death?

......

In the endless darkness, Qin Chuming stood in the depths of this dark and dark underworld, here is illusory and real, only ghosts can exist.

"It's almost hot, but it's enough!"

Qin Chuming looked at the endless darkness above and below, and there were countless wandering spirits hidden in this darkness.

They walked the endless road of Yellow Springs in the unreal.

Everything is a game, everything is a calculation, but as long as the lies are true enough to deceive all the people of the world, then no one will not admit that they are true.

"Huangquan Road, Nai He Bridge, Ten Halls of Yama, Eighteen Layers of Hell...... It's still a lot of work, it's a huge project!"

Qin Chuming waved his hand, and the darkness drowned it, and everything returned to an eternal silence.

Yin!

Yang!

There are Buddhas, there are Taos, there are ghosts, but there are still some short!

Almost something that really blends into the legends, folk anecdotes, those evil professions.

It's the feeling of being close to life that feels the most real.

After all, the layout should be perfect!

Qin Chuming looked at the clay villains in front of him and smiled.

"Let's all play a role, if there are no characters in the rivers and lakes, where are the rivers and lakes?"