"The mediocre person is suitable for survival, and coupled with the hidden genius of the mud bodhisattva, the hero subconsciously ignores this person. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

In the back mountain, Chen Peng's thoughts flashed, and when he felt footsteps outside the secret room, he immediately opened his eyes, opened the stone door of the secret room, and walked out.

"Now, let's take a look at the mud bodhisattva's calculation technique, how miraculous it is."

Chen Peng walked out of the stone room, and when his thoughts fell, he immediately looked at the disciple who brought him food every day and said, "Take this seat to the place where the mud bodhisattva is imprisoned."

"Yes!"

A startled voice sounded, and after the disciple hurriedly answered, he didn't ask more questions or think about it, and led Chen Peng away.

Just because, Xiongba once said to him.

"What you do to the leader of this gang, how do you do to the master in the secret room..."

This is what Xiongba said ten years ago, this disciple has not forgotten it, and has been conscientiously delivering food for ten years.

Similarly, in the two months since Xiongba found the mud bodhisattva, it has been the same as the original book, and there has been no change.

A few days ago, because of Qin Shuang, Bu Jingyun ran away overnight, and I don't know where I went.

Nie Feng left a letter and left the World Society.

"Senior Brother Feng, Senior Brother Yun, that's all I can help you." The main envoy, Qin Shuang, was silent, as if nothing had happened, and now he was still the eldest disciple of Xiongba.

"Five days later, the Sword Master will come to the world to fight with me." Xiongba had already broken through to the realm of the Great Grandmaster a few days ago, and was now preparing for the Sword Saint battle in a few days.

I have to say that such a plot like the original book is very much in line with Chen Peng's wishes.

The plot has not changed at all, the Sword Master will definitely come in five days, and Chen Peng doesn't need to worry about this.

"And today the mud bodhisattva happens to be watching the scenery in the back mountain, and I just happened to go to see how strange this person is."

Chen Peng's thoughts flashed through him, and he hadn't followed this disciple up to a hundred meters.

I saw Chen Peng raise his head.

He saw a middle-aged scribe sitting cross-legged on the top of a mountain peak not far ahead, holding an object in his hand, as if he was thinking about something.

Don't think about it, if there are still scribes in the place where the mountain is imprisoned, it must be a mud bodhisattva.

After all, this place has been set up as a forbidden area by the tyrants, and few people with authority can step into it.

"The mud bodhisattva, the helper assigned him a mountain peak, so that he can retire for the rest of his life and not take a step."

The voice of explanation sounded, and I saw the disciple walking while half-bowing to Chen Peng beside him and said, "The little one only learned about these things because he also brought him food."

Although the mud bodhisattva was imprisoned, Xiongba was afraid that after killing the mud bodhisattva, he would cause some trouble, so he gave him a certain amount of freedom.

The treatment is the same as Chen Peng, three meals a day, fish and meat, but the range of activities every day is limited to this peak.

However, although it sounds cruel, this kind of life is much better for the mud bodhisattvas who hide and hide on weekdays.

"Such a day is more comfortable than wandering the rivers and lakes."

On the top of the mountain, the mud bodhisattva was basking in the sun, and I saw him holding a branch in his hand, drawing something on the ground.

Rustle―

With one stroke, the soil was slightly turned over, and in a moment, a line of handwriting was revealed.

It is the criticism of the two of them.

"Success is also stormy, defeat is also stormy.."

The mud bodhisattva looked at the comments and sighed.

"It's ridiculous, Xiongba is afraid of death, and he worships me with big fish and meat every day, and hopes that I can help him break the disaster..."

Every day, big fish and big meat, house arrest with a change of direction.

Xiongba just wants the mud bodhisattva to help him break his calamity.

"It's a pity that the bureau has been decided, and there is no solution."

The mud bodhisattva shook his head, but there was a smile on his face.

"When they all die, it will be the day when I will be successful."

The mud bodhisattva thought in his heart, and his face seemed to be smiling, but before he could say more, he suddenly felt a breeze blowing, and a figure in a green shirt appeared in front of him.

"You're the one down the hill.."

The mud bodhisattva was stunned when he saw the figure in green shirt in front of him, but he didn't show any panic.

It's just that when Chen Peng came out of the customs just now, he had already noticed it, but he didn't care.

After all, it is impossible for everyone to count a hexagram to see how talented and lucky.

"If that were the case, I would have been tortured by the Heavenly Tribulation and died."

The mud bodhisattva thought in his heart, but when he looked at the figure in green shirt in front of him, he was a little puzzled.

And his doubts were how Chen Peng came up.

You must know that this mountain peak is a hundred feet high.

"Could it be that he is a master of the Great Grandmaster... Or is it a half-immortal in the realm of heaven and man? ”

The mud bodhisattva calculated in his heart, but he was not afraid, because he had seen it before.

"Maybe it's a master like my master.."

The mud bodhisattva looked at the figure in the green shirt in front of him, and when he pondered and guessed in his heart, he wanted to ask a tentative question.

But before he could open his mouth to ask what was going on with this person, the words of the figure in front of him made the mud bodhisattva's heart tremble, as if his secrets for many years had been solved, as if he had seen it with his own eyes.

"Mud Bodhisattva?"

I just listened, when an inquiry sounded, the figure in the green shirt, that is, Chen Peng, saw him walk in front of the mud bodhisattva, and asked in an affirmative tone: "Are you a disciple of the Mo family?" And what you have learned, is it that Shakti handed it to you?"

Chen Peng said, only to see him smile again, and affirmed again to the stunned mud bodhisattva: "And you are also cultivating the art of luck and fortune, so you want to let Xiongba plunder the luck of Nie Feng and the others, and let them die together due to the catastrophe of the heavenly calamity." At this point, the luck of the four people has dissipated, and you can steal the heavenly machine and trap one of the luck fortunes with the luck treasure box."

As soon as luck is said, it has existed since ancient times.

From the period of Emperor Qin, there were hundreds of schools of thought, each proficient in the art of combining vertical and horizontal, cholera in the world, stirring the luck of the world, and hundreds of great Confucians sang together, earning the opportunity to become holy.

This is one of the thousands of avenues, the way to intercept luck.

And the mud bodhisattva handed over to the male lord of the fortune treasure box, a total of one hundred and eight groups of heaven and earth branches composition, which secretly combined the four elephant gossip, life and death, blessings and misfortunes, heaven and earth luck.

In ancient times, its sophistication was only comparable to that of the Mohist technique.

But such a treasure box, needless to say, is also a top-level holy relic in the Mo family.

This is Chen Pengyan, the mud bodhisattva is the heir of the Mo family, otherwise it would be impossible to obtain such a divine object.

And in the hands of the hero, it is also a mud bodhisattva, and he wants to use the luck treasure box to trap the luck between them.

"In the same way, the lost Qi Luck Interception Technique, is it the Emperor Shakti Heavenly Sect that survived during the Hundred Schools period and yours."

Chen Peng looked at the silent mud bodhisattva.

Emperor Shakti's name is Xu Fu, a monk in the period of Qin Shi Huang, who obtained phoenix blood by chance and has been immortalized to this day.

In this way, it is not surprising that Chen Peng thinks that he will lose the luck technique.

When the mud bodhisattva heard this, he was rarely silent.

It's just because what Chen Peng said is very right.

He is the descendant of the later generations of the Mo family, and when he was young, he also worshipped the emperor Shakti who traveled through the world as his teacher by chance.

"Shakti is indeed my master."

The mud bodhisattva was thinking about it in his heart, but he gradually came back to his senses.

He was now even more curious about why Chen Peng knew so clearly.

"Dare to ask what is the name of the master?"

The mud bodhisattva arched his hand and looked at Chen Peng.

seems to be asking, but in fact, he is using the technique of luck calculation to find out Chen Peng's fate.

"There must be something wonderful about this man, let me find out a thing or two."

The mud bodhisattva's heart moved, and countless treasures appeared in his eyes, treasure money, and tortoise shells looked at Chen Peng's eyes.

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As far as the eye can see, the blue is boundless.

"Where am I?"

Somehow, as if awake from a dream, the mud bodhisattva suddenly opened his eyes, but found himself at a height of 10,000 meters on the top of the mountain.

Below, is the top of the Tianxia Society, standing in front of Chen Peng in a daze, as if time and space are still, motionless.

"This is me.."

When the mud bodhisattva saw this, he was stunned, and when he didn't know why this kind of thing happened, he suddenly felt his body lighten and suddenly rose towards the boundless sky.

Whew―

Strong winds, surrounding.

"Am I now in a state of soul detached?"

The mud bodhisattva guessed, thought, subconsciously, and looked down.

I saw that the world under my feet would get smaller and smaller.

There are Tianshan Mountains, forests, Big Buddhas, snow-capped mountains, and they have arrived, and the entire Fengyun Continent has arrived.

At this moment, his body seemed to be blocked by a barrier, unable to move, and stopped above a piece of sky.

"Is this the barrier of the world. . . Or .."

The mud bodhisattva's hands and feet couldn't move, and after feeling his body as if he was imprisoned, his heart tightened.

"Have I broken the heavens... I can see the scenery of all living beings in the world."

After thinking about it, the mud bodhisattva saw him, his face suddenly stiffened, and after returning to his senses, he was terrified in his heart, and looked at the silent roar under his feet: "This continent is the boundary where I am located!"

The mud bodhisattva's eyes widened, and his eyes looked at the continent under his feet in a daze.

All living beings, plants and trees, as long as he looks at them intently, are constantly manifesting in his eyes, as if they are reincarnated, birth, old age, sickness and death, withering and rebirth.

"Shall I be like a providential inspection now?"

After the mud bodhisattva pondered carefully, he couldn't help but feel great fear in his heart.

He didn't want to look at it again, think about it again, read it again, watch it again.

Just because he knows that he has seen the heavenly opportunity, and if he continues to watch, he will only be scattered and will never enter the realm of reincarnation.

"How do I get back?"

The mud bodhisattva's eyes were bloodshot, and he looked at the sand-like Tianshan Mountain under his feet, wanting to return to his own body.

But it's also at this time.

Click,

Suddenly, his body broke through the barrier and rose into the boundless void...

"Is it.."

There was a shock in his heart, and the mud bodhisattva's eyes widened, as if torn.

He saw that the Fengyun Continent under him was getting smaller and smaller, and the surrounding continents were more and more numerous and wider.

"Is there more than one continent in this world... There is not only one Heavenly Dao, but also immortals, and vanished saints.."

There seemed to be a moment.

Mud Bodhisattva: He saw the demon beast in the flames.

I saw the Taoist cross-legged in the starry sky.

Saw a continent of billions of miles.

I saw a round of the big sun, a round of bright moon...

He saw that the entire boundless Qianyuan world...

"I'm the day.. It's the way.."

Like light, like shadow.

The mud bodhisattva's face was crazy, and he finally seemed to feel that he had floated into the boundless nothingness...

There is no sun, no moon, and no light.

I heard bursts of crazy laughter, echoing through the void.

"Haha.. I am the heavens, I am the way! ”

The laughter fell, and he murmured, wept, and looked into the empty void.

But it was also his last look.

Boom―

In the void, when the thunder sounded, he saw that a thunder of hundreds of millions of miles pierced countless worlds, time and space, after nothingness, in an instant, his mind returned to silence...

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White clouds drifted by.

Meantime.

Above the top of the mountain.

"Dare to ask what is the name of the master?"

When the mud bodhisattva asked Chen Peng before, before he saw it, a light breeze suddenly blew in his eyes.

Whew―

It's light, it's soft.

I saw that the mud bodhisattva seemed to smile, and suddenly closed his eyes, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.

But when the breeze blows.

After about three breaths have passed.

I saw that the mud bodhisattva's body gradually shattered, turning into ashes that could not be observed by divine thoughts.

"Fulfill your wish."

Chen Peng's thought flashed, and he raised his head to look at the boundless void...

I only heard that in the void, there was a faint sound of thunder gradually falling.