Because the monk Guanzhen is quite famous in the secular imperial capital, therefore, as soon as the Jinshan Temple is completed, there are a large number of Buddhist believers who come to offer incense and accumulate merit.

In just three months, there are piles of incense ash.

There is a rather mysterious "swastika" mark suppression, within a radius of ten miles, the evil is rooted.

As a result, the incense of Jinshan Temple became more and more vigorous, and the cultivation of the Guanzhen monk also continued to climb in the process.

This forms a positive cycle, and everyone is good.

But no surprises, accidents are coming.

In the mundane land where evil gods are full and demons are rampant, even Guan Zhen, who is quite loved by secular Buddhism, will inevitably encounter crises.

The centipede Taoist who cut down wood and built a temple in Sun Mountain in the west of the temple, pretended to be a white-haired monk who was very happy to send off the Buddha, poisoned women, and stole incense, and a black-robed missionary from the secular West who believed in the secular lord......

In the deduction, the monk Guanzhen was manipulated by Luofu, and although he was young, he dared to thunderbolt.

In just half a year, all the "evil gods and obscene shrines" in the surrounding area have been eliminated.

For a time, the name of the monk Guanzhen was recited within a radius of 100 miles from the imperial capital.

Even a three-year-old child knows that dozens of miles west of the imperial capital, there is a Jinshan Temple, which enshrines the Guanzhen monk who is accustomed to subduing demons and eliminating demons.

Under the overwhelming propaganda of secular Buddhism, the monk Guanzhen has almost become a childhood hero for thousands of children.

In their daily games, children will argue over who "becomes" the truth and who "becomes" the white-haired fish, the black-robed red-haired ghost, and the old centipede.

The world of children is like this, black and white, good and evil.

But in fact, among the opponents of the monk Guanzhen after entering the WTO, from beginning to end, there was only one "bad guy" under universal values.

That's the white-haired monk.

The remaining centipede Taoists, black-robed missionaries, six-fingered beggars, Snow Ridge Visitors, and Mr. Fei Ma Academy Spider......

The reason why it fell under the "Great Mighty Dragon" was simply because of the conflict of beliefs.

It has nothing to do with whether they are "human" or not.

However, because the secular eastern soil is the "mapping" civilization of the azure ancient summers, it has always been famous for its emphasis on teachers.

Therefore, every time the Guanzhen monk who was controlled by Luo Fu made a move, he would coldly and domineeringly drop a sentence "Shut up, a demon is a demon!" The four worlds of gods, men, ghosts and demons, the hierarchy is orderly, if you trespass into the world, you deserve this punishment! Or, "Bold and wicked, I can tell at a glance that you are not human!" ”

Not to mention, it's quite emotional.

Under high-speed deduction, time flies.

In the blink of an eye, it came to the seventeenth year of the monk Guanzhen.

At this time, he was infected by the evil spirit, and the original golden and luxurious Baibao Silk Luo robe had oozed traces of blood.

The cultivation is also strong enough to match the thirty-three or fourth level of Kaling.

The positioning is not inferior to Qi Hongyun's initial Kaling: [Son of the White Mountain, Gu Ren].

It's a pity that such a ferocious increase did not last.

The glorious world is a pool of hundred carp jumping, and there has never been a truth that "you are only allowed to kill me, and I am not allowed to be punished".

Just as the monk Guanzhen can be strong and domineering, the "mighty Tianlong" brutally suppresses the "heresy" whose strength is not as good as his.

There are hundreds of schools of thought and thousands of religions in the world, countless strangers and masters, and I don't know how many people want to pick the head of the "future enlightened one".

At first, the Guanzhen monk could also rely on his qualification advantages, as well as the plug-ins and benefits that the "supreme god" Luo Fu lowered from time to time, like the protagonist in a work of art, to kill the enemy across levels.

But reality is not a game, and the world's hundreds of schools of thought are not game bosses with water in their heads, and they can't do the stupid thing of letting their subordinates line up to give the protagonist experience and equipment.

If you can't beat you at level 40, you will go up to level 50, and if you can't do it, you will go directly to level 70.

Even if Luofu has a good sense of the game, and arranged in advance for the monk Guanzhen, who is full of hatred, to hide back in the Old Buddha Temple, he still can't escape the secret spell of a certain master.

It was a sunny early autumn morning.

The thick leaves that turn slightly yellow rustle with the cold morning breeze.

In the dining room, which is made of mahogany, you can sit in the face of the truth.

Golden corn porridge, sprinkled with a few pinches of frosting sugar, which is extremely rare in this era, and a few plates of refreshing side dishes marinated in fine salt.

This meal is expensive and stomach-nourishing.

"My son's view of the truth is truly worthy of being born enlightened, not only with understanding and talent, but also with change and quick wisdom.

The Old Buddha Temple has been built for thousands of years, and there have been countless disciples, and there has never been such a person.

As a teacher, I think I am quite talented, but I can't be at your age, under the siege and interception of those evil demons, alone, across dozens of miles, from Jinshan Temple to the Old Buddha Temple safe and sound......

Such an all-rounder, in time, will be able to prove the dignity of the world! ”

Since the "Guanzhen Monk" showed a talent and scheming far beyond his peers, the Puyu old monk often said similar things on his lips.

In the past, Luofu still had a few words of leisure and modesty.

It's a pity that the little monk Guanzhen is at this time.

The secret method originating from the unknown dimension and dimensional space has been bombarded.

Guan Zhen only felt that in his chest, a strong heart with a dark golden color loomed through it in an instant, and it was pierced by hidden weapons such as heart nails and arrows, and it swirled extremely viciously.

Immediately, his throat was sweet, and he spit out a mouthful of black blood.

Without waiting for the old monk to react, the crooked path of the evil sect that did not know where the true body was continued to increase its horsepower, and the pupils of the monk Guanzhen suddenly dilated, as if in an instant, he had suffered ten thousand arrows through his heart and a thousand knives.

The intense pain made the muscles around his body tremble, and his originally strong mental strength collapsed in an instant.

The time limit has come, and the consciousness of the monk Guanzhen has gradually disappeared.

Luofu is no longer able to control it effectively.

But in order to try out the depth of the old monk Puyu, he still let his consciousness come quite evilly, and at the moment when the old monk held him, he tried his last strength and pointed to the furoshiki not far away.

He said with a faint breath: "Master... I have saved more than 100 families this year...... I'll take them... The cloth that gave me made a garment of merit, you can try... Doesn't fit ......"

"I can't do my filial piety under your knees......"

The voice gradually weakened, and the light in the eyes of the monk Guanzhen gradually dissipated.

Luofu has a lot of effort to support the deduction of the world.

After the longest half second in his life, the god-like old monk Puyu finally came back to his senses from the huge gap between satisfaction and surprise and anger.

The scarlet and fierce fire of resentment burned in his cloudy eyes, and the phantom of the blue and black ancient bell engraved with the five Buddhas of the world, reflecting the eastern sky of the world.

Boom! Boom!! Boom!!!

The grand and magnificent bronze bell rang louder and louder, and thousands of buildings dissipated with the annihilation of the distorted and collapsed space.

Outside the earthly earth, in the vast universe of pitch black and deep and shining stars, a phantom of the Demon Buddha with an evil face, infinitely high, wearing a blood-red robe, and sitting on the lotus platform of extreme joy slowly condensed.

Deduction of the great terror that the world can not bear, domineering and coldly spreading towards reality.

Luo Fu's heartbeat suddenly stopped for half a beat.

It was as if the endless darkness from the ancient abyss was spreading.

"Phew!"

On the ground, two meteors, one gold and one silver, crossed by.

With just one blow, the deductive world that was about to go berserk was completely destroyed.

"Hoo ......"

Luo Fufeng took a sip of tea lightly and let out a long sigh of relief.

"The waters of the world are too deep......"

The sense of security that had gradually developed in the past two days due to the return of my father quickly dissipated.

Luo Fu suddenly found that his judgment of the combat power of the worldly master was too subjective, and it was so crooked that it couldn't be crooked.

Originally, in his opinion, although the old monk Puyu was the leader of a certain dynasty in the world, he was not a "secular god" after all, and the probability was limited.

It is estimated that it is only stronger than Lao Luo.

can look at the other party's performance just now, not to mention Lao Luo, even the president of the Mountain and Sea Alliance, he may not be able to bear it.

"I almost made a subjective mistake again...... The president of a province is not necessarily weak. ”

Luo Fu rubbed his chin in thought.

"Daddy's current main battle, Kaling, is basically at level 70-74, and it can affect a city or even half a province at most."

"And this foolish old monk ......"

The scene of the Demon Buddha overlooking the earthly earth from the vast starry sky flashed through Luo Fu's mind like a slide.

With such a terrifying might, saying that he can poke the blue with one finger and sink Mizhou with one breath, Luofu believes it.

Luo Fu even felt that the level gap between Lao Luo and the other party was even greater than the difference in combat power between him and Luo Yuze.

What, you don't know Luo Yuze?

That's normal.

Luo Yuze is Luo Fu's cousin, he just learned to speak last month, and now he is still crawling all over the bed.

The name "Luo Yuze" was also given to him by Lao Luo only yesterday.

In short, the gap between Lao Luo and Puyu Lao Seng is so big.

Luo Fu even felt that the performance of the other party's iceberg had reached the peak level of the second head card master in his impression.

"Is the card limit really level 100?"

Luofu didn't dare to think deeply.

These things are too supercognizable.

"Teacher Gu is really not a bad stalk when he deserves to enjoy the Taimiao. The value of the ID card is just too great! ”

Luo Fu was suddenly a little glad that he had made the decision to join the Deep Blue Pass.

"If I hadn't chosen Deep Blue Pass as the training venue for the first time, with my current conditions, it would not be enough to obtain such a good thing as an identity card."

It is no exaggeration to say that in this new era of risks and opportunities, the identity card is the only way for an individual to reach the highest level.

If you compare reality to a game.

Luofu is equivalent to being a "game insider", and in the undeleted closed beta and internal testing stages, he obtained the identity card as an artifact in advance.

By the time the game entered the open beta and even the full open stage, most players had just gotten this core item, and he had already raised it to a not low level, more than one version ahead.

On the other hand, if he doesn't get this opportunity, he will be the one who will be beaten behind.

The world is so cruel and realistic.

"You must remember Bai Che and Teacher Gu's kindness."

Thinking like this, Luo Fu raised his hand and opened the small book he carried, and next to the grudge column, he set up another "good guy list".

The often bullied Xiaobai Guan Master and the peerless Teacher Gu are among them.

"Under the nose of the great master of the old monk Puyu, he can use secret spells to kill the natural Buddha who is gradually gaining momentum......"

"The comprehensive strength of this assassin should not be under the ordinary old monk, it is very likely that he is the leader of a certain sect in the world or a terrifying old monster of the same level."

"In this case, it is definitely not possible to play martial arts."

"As for seeking refuge in advance for the old monk Puyu......"

Don't forget, this red-robed demon monk himself was the number one threat in the early days of the Guanzhen monk's growth.

Whether or not it has the means to prevent curse killings is not mentioned for the time being.

With his suspicious nature and deceitful thinking, it is difficult to mention this matter to him.

Based on Luo Fu's understanding of this demon monk, if the monk Guanzhen really returned to the temple in advance, and said tactfully: There is a great master who wants to kill himself with a secret spell.

The old monk will immediately express his suspicions: How do you know that the so-called master is going to assassinate you in this way?

Go around and around, go around to the end, and directly send your favorite little apprentice to "retreat".

But if you don't mention the "secret method" and "curse killing", just saying that you are being targeted, the old guy may not be able to prevent the extremely strange secret method blow.

"Anyway, let's try first."

Luo Fu mobilized some effort, took the age of seventeen as a node, and accelerated the deduction according to the above two plans.

Sure enough, in the end, he was either sent to "retreat" by the red-robed demon monk, or under the "strict" protection of the master, he was brutally cursed by the master who was hidden in the dark.

The story line of [Cultivation in Advance] has developed to this point, and it has been a dead end at both ends.

Now the only way to do this is to go back to the node where the monk Guanzhen has not been targeted by this assassin, and then make a fuss, in order to bring this game of chess to life.

"It's not enough to 'regret chess', I have to add a few new 'chess pieces' to it."

Thinking like this, Luo Fu slapped the [Born Buddha] to the side, and then picked up the identity card of [Down-and-Out Scholar].

In a moment, he injected his mental energy into it, and pulled out a long river of fate with cold colors and dark blue tones.

On the river, bubbles flickered, and countless images swirled like marquees.

This is the fate trajectory of the down-and-out scholar [Wang Sheng].

"The name ......"

Luo Fu rubbed his chin in thought.

If he remembers correctly, in "Strange Tales from Liaozhai" written by Yi Shi, the protagonist of several chapters is pronoun "Wang Sheng".

The well-known ones are "Painted Skin" and "Laoshan Taoist".

And whether it is the abbreviation of "Wang surnamed scholar" or the real name "Wang Sheng", these people have a common characteristic: that is, unlucky people who are tossed to death by gods and ghosts.

The positioning is similar to the extralegal fanatic in Mr. Luo's small theater - Zhang San.

In a sense, the word "Wang Sheng" is more representative of a group of people than the "undead knight" Ning Caichen, the "reckless hero" Xu Xian, and the "Shangxian Lord" Dong Yong.

Look back at the card story.

The [down-and-out scholar Wang Sheng] in front of Luo Fu has a poor family, losing his father at the age of six and his mother at the age of eight, with no friends and no good neighbors.

As soon as the parents left, they could no longer afford the high shackles of the village school, so they could only rely on herding cattle for the landlord to subsidize the family.

But he didn't give up studying, and every day he was herding cattle and reading at the same time.

He also used tree branches as brushes, and practiced good painting skills, especially good at painting people.

Every time I go to the town to buy pen, ink, paper and daily necessities, I can keep in mind the stories that the storytellers in the town have accumulated with great difficulty.

Over time, he really found a way to get rich, that is: write and compile a script!

Wang Sheng is more business-minded and understands market analysis.

He knows very well that in this era, the literacy rate of the people is extremely low, and most of them just listen to the story, and there is basically no such thing as rewarding.

The real consumers, or in other words, the parents of food and clothing, have to be those ordinary readers who urgently need to rely on "spiritual fast food" to relieve the pressure of reality.

As long as they are happy, the money will be earned.

As a result, in his story, the down-and-out reader who "cherishes talent but does not meet" becomes the same protagonist.

At the beginning of the plot, these protagonists were either looked down upon by their brothers and sisters-in-law, or because of their status, they were in poverty all day long, or their families were poor and survived...... In short, it couldn't be worse.

But these little unlucky eggs will always be favored by all the female creatures and undead in the books such as fairies, witches, dragon girls, female ghosts, banshees, empresses, daughters, and princesses of the Yun Dynasty because of the illusory nonsense such as kindness and personal charm in their previous lives.

Since then, people like his brother and sister-in-law, classmates, children of family officials, and landlords and squires who looked down on him in the past have been repeatedly high in the skull of readers. In the tide, he served as the first assistant of the dynasty and climbed to the top of the world.

It can be called an ancient version of the brainless cool text of the other world.

Wang Sheng wrote and wrote like this.

Cold comes and summer, spring goes and autumn comes.

With his hard work day after day, the money he saved can finally support the transportation and accommodation expenses for the exam in Fucheng.

Wang Sheng, who was exhausted of inspiration, planned to finish writing this last article "Luo Sheng's Entry into the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Demons", and closed his pen.

Because he has to take into account those beginners who don't have much literacy and ordinary people, Wang Sheng's writing has always been crude and straightforward but full of fun:

Facing the queen of the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom with a snake tail and beautiful eyes, the unknown scholar surnamed Luo said a bunch of ancient Chinese love words that were so embarrassing that Luofu's scalp was numb, which was translated into vernacular:

"You're the most beautiful demon girl I've ever seen. You seem to have stars in your eyes. Can you teach me the demon language? ”

"My father is a county magistrate, and he has classmates and old friends in Yulongmen and Demon Slayer, so you can live in the world permanently...... Marry me, and I will give you happiness! ”

"Something happened to me at home, and I might have to stay there for a while to try to come back sooner...... This child is a gift from me to you, and I will let him accompany you in my absence. ”

“……”

Luo Fu gently rubbed his slightly tingling forehead, he had been in the industry for two months, and he had never been so speechless as he was now.

Maybe it was a delusion, he always felt that he had seen these words somewhere.

"Don't think about it yet."

The book is back to business.

The young people who bear the name of "Wang Sheng" do not know that in many cases, reality is even more dramatic than the script.

When you stare into the abyss, the abyss will stare at you.

Although he was "self-taught", he was outstanding in learning and had a good literary temperament, but he did not learn the literary and Taoist supernatural powers that all academies would teach his disciples and rely on to save his life.

As a result, in the eyes of all kinds of mountain spirits and evil fox ghosts, he is a piece of Tang monk meat without the protection of his apprentices.

The outstanding figure and handsome appearance exacerbated the situation.

Poor Wang finally ushered in a fate that was even more "miserable" than his protagonist:

went to sweep the graves of his parents, and there were several more female ghosts in his dream that night;

When you go to the town to buy, and when you walk by the side of the mountain, you will provoke the compassionate mountain spirits and demon foxes;

I kept the scallop fish and shrimp I bought in the tank, thinking that I would eat them in a few days, and when I woke up the next day, I bumped into a few aquariums that wanted to "repay the favor......

He was in this terrifying atmosphere for a long time, and he was soon devoured by the aliens who came to "repay his kindness" because of his yang energy and vitality, and he died with a whimper.

The death was horrible.

(End of chapter)