On the red clay stove, the water in the iron kettle was boiling, and the steam was bubbling non-stop.

The white-clothed monk bent down amidly and made a gesture of invitation.

"Difficult leaves" are not pretentious, bow their heads, go straight to the bluestone chessboard, sweep the fallen leaves of the stone bench with their sleeves, and sit down, it is an ordinary pilgrim.

The white-clothed monk carefully played the pu fan, and said casually: "Ice field?"

The guest whose clothes were frozen straight then replied to the "Ice Field" and asked, "The first Dao Zhen of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion?"

The monk bowed his head and said, "The first seat of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is true." ”

Then the two continued to be silent, until the iron kettle made a shrill cry, the monk suddenly took out two bluestone cups from his sleeve, wiped them casually with the hem of his clothes, put them on the ground, and took a small tea bag from his belt, carefully introduced the tea powder, and then held the iron kettle full of boiling water on the red clay stove with both hands, held it high, tilted, and the boiling water smoothly rolled into the cup.

The whole set of movements is as smooth as flowing water, and with the serious look of the white-clothed monk, it is impossible not to believe that the monk has regarded tea making as a part of the Tao, and every movement carries religious piety.

"Nanba" looked at him seriously, he paid attention to every movement of Dao Zhen to make tea, and he didn't let go of even the slightest muscle changes, as if he carved all these joint twists and turns and muscle tightening into his eyes, which was second only to the belief in gods.

Dao Zhen knew that he was watching, but the movement of his arms did not stop at all.

The temperature is just right, and the light fragrance in the stone cup overflows like a crane.

Inferior tea, but also impeccable.

Compared with the gray-robed monk in front of him, Dao Zhen is worthy of the identity of the head of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and every action of making tea, and even every piece of use, is free to conform to nature. The red clay stove and the large iron kettle are made by laymen, but the water used to make tea is the dew taken from the shore of Mingsha Lake in the early morning, and the traces of knives and axes are clearly visible on the stone cups filled with water, and the tea leaves are rare Wudao tea.

Based on the above, "Difficult Leaves" has come to a conclusion: into the ordinary.

If you want to impact the tribulation after turning into a god, you must enter the mortal.

With the heart of a mortal, look up to heaven and earth again, have enlightenment and gain, and then be able to prove the avenue

That's why more than a hundred years ago, Mrs. Relic suddenly fell into a love and prosperity in the world, and resolutely gave birth to a child with a mortal man despite the opposition of most of the cultivation realm, and this behavior that should have caused the realm to plummet finally consolidated her realm of transformation into a god, and it has been more faintly revealed in recent years...... Shock the possibility of catastrophe!

Dao Zhen is the same, he found his own way to enter the mortal world when he was stranded in the god transformation period, so he quietly lived in seclusion on the 490-step platform of the 3,000-year-old Lu Realm Futu, reading books, boiling water, playing chess, savoring the birth, old age, sickness and death of mortals, and waiting for the possibility of impacting the tribulation.

This is the most dangerous time, but also the closest to success.

"Nanba" felt threatened.

This skin is only in the realm of Yuan Ying, and it is his limit to kill the gray-robed old monk quietly with the blessing of the secret method. He didn't have the absolute certainty of defeating Dao Zhen, not to mention that at this moment, he learned that the other party had entered the mortal realm, and he might advance to the Tribulation at any time.

"I lost. The moment he took the tea, "Nanye" admitted defeat.

But admitting defeat did not make Daozhen feel any lighter, and his expression was even more nervous.

"Deathmatch?"

"Yes, the realm is not as good as you, so admit defeat. But alive, so don't give up. ”

"Nanba" said quietly, and the pine folding fan unfolded, revealing another side of the painting of hellish scenery.

Among the sea of blood in the needle mountain, the corpses are all over the field, and the sinners in ragged clothes on the white bones open their blood-red eyes wide, and look at anyone who looks at the fan with resentment!

The picture is vivid and delicate, as if in the next moment, blood will pour out of the fan, and these sinners will rush out of hell in a sea of blood, and choke everything they can catch!

"Eighteen Views of Hell? Are you—"

When he saw the fan clearly, Dao Zhen gasped, he was stunned, but not because of the fan.

"Nanye" knew why he was surprised, and before the forbidden name was spit out, he interrupted him, raised his eyes, and his reddish pupils overflowed with blood: "I am a headless monk, if you think the word headless monk makes you unhappy, you can call me Nanye." ”

“...... Okay. ”

Dao Zhen said a little weakly, the hand holding the cup was also trembling slightly, and on the back of his hand, tens of thousands of fine spiritual qi were flowing wildly.

"Nanye" smiled more and more kindly, and his upright but plain appearance was also covered with a layer of brilliance.

"The headless monk is something that dies at the same time as it is born, and it is not disgraceful to be able to die in front of the three thousand generations of Lu Realm Futu. It's just that I don't know how many of the Eighteen Scenes of Hell Master Dao Zhen can swallow?"

"Why don't you give it a try?"

Dao Zhen smiled quietly, the skin on the back of his hand had been twisted and expanded to the point of almost bursting because it was filled with too much spiritual energy.

"Good. ”

As soon as he agreed, the pine fan shook, and suddenly, the wind blew fiercely, and the majestic blood-red sea rolled and huge waves poured out from the fan's surface, and among the undulating waves, the most sinful ones showed their rotten flesh and tongue and grinned! They came overwhelmingly, and in an instant they swallowed everything that was visible to the naked eye. The vastness is the best description at this moment. The 3,000-year-old Floating Slaughter, which had just been majestic and inviolable, had become a small island in the vastness, which could be completely swallowed up at any time when the next great wave hit.

Day turned into night, the sun turned into the moon, but then the moon was obscured by dark clouds, and in the darkness there was a cold light from time to time, and it was the tip of a needle.

"Why does it have to be like this?" Dao Zhen showed helplessness, he was in the critical period of entering the mortal, and the slightest carelessness could lead to the loss of his previous achievements.

"Because I can't win against you, but I'm absolutely impossible to give up. Even if it's just a big drop in your realm, at least it can increase the chances of my successor breaking the seal. ”

"Nanye" said calmly, Dao Zhen was stunned again, and actually said the same words as the gray-robed monk.

“...... If you're not a headless monk, we might become friends......"

"There is no possibility, if I were not a headless monk, we would not have met at all. ”

It's the same answer, but the meaning is completely different.

The Tao really knows the Tao, and the persuasion fails. But since he decided to receive "Nanye" here, he naturally made a decision in his heart.

A thousand years of penance are not easy to come by. If it is for the sake of the world, what should not be thrown away?

"Wow!mm!"

The mantra spit out, the slightly white skin was plated with a layer of gold, and the Dao Zhen looked solemn, it was actually the realm of the flesh King Kong, and the cup that had been held in his hand also faded away from the rough stone skin, and then rose into the air, getting bigger and bigger, and the white mist was filled, turning into a rain and falling one after another.

In the dripping rain, the hideous sea of blood gradually stabilized, the faces of the sinners floating in it gradually calmed down, and the sound of **** was intermittent.

"Broken!"

Accompanied by the mantra spitting out the essence of the tongue, Dao Zhen became more and more like gold paper.

Burst!

A white lotus rose from the sea of blood and bloomed through the sky.

Then there was a lotus flower, born from the sea of blood, but there was not the slightest trace of blood on the pure white petals, and under the pale golden light, its luster was so holy that people did not dare to do business.

"In order to prevent me from entering the Three Thousand Generations of Floating Slaughter, you have already realized death......

"Nanye" sighed regretfully, he knew that Dao Zhen was only one line away from being able to break through the mortal realm and succeed, but he gave up the future at his fingertips, in order to stop himself, in order to hold the three thousand generations of the Floating Slaughter.