After Wu Xuan finished chanting the two verses that had been sung through the ages, the black-clothed ghost dragon was still crying there, calling for the sky and grabbing the ground, and a person next to him said, "Yin Wu, why are you crying again? Hurry up, don't let the master laugh." ”

The people around also joked and shouted

"yes, yes, don't be like a little woman all day. Aren't you involved in a boatload of theater troupes right now? ”

"Well, the woman who stood on the stone platform and sang just now looks quite good?"

"What kind of vision do you have, your pair of dragon eyes the size of a horse's egg, are you blind? The one who plays the piano next to you is Peugeot!"

..

A group of people were scolding and almost arguing.

The people in the troupe sat there one by one in fright, trembling all over. There are cowardly ones who faint directly.

One or two people stretched out their big hands, brought up a burst of black mist, rolled the fainted person to him, and said to the left and right, "This fainting person is full of spirit and tastes much worse." Brother, I am reluctant to do it, and I will do it," he said, opening his mouth wide and sucking.

Wuxu hurriedly stepped in to stop it, "Wait, these people, the little monk is still useful." "After speaking, take some dried fish from Sumeru that was replenished in the Dragon Palace Enchantment and distribute them to these ghost cultivators.

Those black-clothed people stretched out their hands to take it, but their faces were embarrassed, and one of them said, "Please also know that the master knows that we are all ghosts now, and we don't eat fireworks in the mortal world." ”

Wuxu, after being stunned for a moment, took away the dried fish from the hands of these black-clothed people with his backhand. These dragon clans, who specialize in cultivating ghost paths, do not eat fish, meat, fruits and vegetables in the mortal world, but use the essence and spirit of living creatures to nourish.

Where do you find it?

Enlightenment and Void Divine Consciousness into the Dharma Realm, like the Haiyin Conch Dojo, standing above the Conch Island, looking at those sentient beings who were jumping happily on the surface of the sea.

What if you find it? Do you want to give these good lives to these ghost dragons to drain their spirits?

He was about to withdraw from the Conch Dojo, but suddenly saw a group of three-headed water monsters on the sea hundreds of miles away from the island, besieging a fishing boat.

Wuxu was instructed by Master Guanyin, refining the conch dojo, and naturally had no fear inside, flying over, he saw a group of water monsters, with three heads, shuttling back and forth around the fishing boat in the sea, surfacing from time to time, spitting green venom towards the mouth of the fishing boat.

Dozens of arm-thick green slimes, with bursts of foul odor, shot the fishing boat to the ground. When Wuxu arrived, there was no one alive on the ship.

Wu Xuan knew that the people of this fishing boat were distant beings, carrying all kinds of offerings, and came all the way to Conch Island to pay homage and make offerings. In a fit of rage, he held the relics in his hand and ingested all these three-headed water monsters into the palm of his hand, regardless of his bitter pleading, and his divine sense said, "You dare to hunt and kill people who visit my conch dojo, karma is right now." "After that, with the Buddha's Nirvana Death Technique, he cut off the mana of all the water monsters, and was about to fly back to Conch Island, when he suddenly heard the cry of a baby from the crumbling fishing boat.

But in the fishing boat, there was a baby in the swaddling clothes of March and May, all green, lying in a green cradle. He wears a green Buddha jade pendant around his neck.

Amitabha, Wuxu, took this Aoki cradle to his side, and then flew back to Conch Island. Along the way, the baby cried constantly, as if he knew that his parents had been killed, and he was lonely.

Wuxu beat a guardian ban on him, and then, the divine consciousness took those three-headed water monsters back to Hualongtan, and threw his hand, but it was the cause and effect of his conch dojo that was converted to this to see Hualongtan suffer.

The dragon clan ghost cultivator who had been waiting for a long time seemed to smell the delicious food, so they rushed towards the three-headed water monster in the air.

After a while, those three-headed water monsters fell to the ground lightly like defeated grass, obviously their spirit had been sucked clean by many black-clothed people.

Wuxu, who was thinking about how to place the baby who suddenly appeared in the Conch Dojo, found coldly that some black-clothed people around him were intoxicated and dissatisfied, smiling at him.

Wuxu turned to look at the people in the troupe who were still alive, and then turned his head and asked, "What?

Standing there, a few old men who were slowly collecting their merits walked over and saluted Wuxu, "Thank you for the gift." Wu Xuan looked at it, and the figures of these people were a little more condensed than Fang Cai, obviously the three-headed water monster just now made them quite sophisticated.

Wuxu waved his hand, "You don't need to thank me, it's just a coincidence." These three-headed water monsters were originally obtained by the little monk by accident, but he didn't want to use them like this for you. ”

The black-clothed old men glared at their companions around Wuxu, and after they retreated, one of them walked out of the middle and said to Wuxu, "This is a three-headed poisonous razor that has long been extinct, and it is of great benefit to the dragon monks. After speaking, the corner of his eye slightly glanced at the shriveled body of the three-headed poisonous clams on the ground, and seemed to be quite regretful.

Seeing this, Wuxu made a look of sudden realization, and only said, "I see." Then he looked at these dragon ghost cultivators quite ambiguously.

These black-clothed ghost dragons were so ambiguously looked at by Wuxu, and their hearts suddenly became lively, and they were eager to try, but they didn't know where to start. Even the old man who had just talked to Wuxu didn't speak, but the kind and friendly smile on the old man's face was a little thicker.

Wuxu immediately pointed to those people in the theater troupe, and said to these ghost dragons, "The little monk likes to watch the theater, why not stay in this theater troupe?"

A man in black next to him rushed out and said, "So master, do you still have this hobby?" ”

It turns out that the master still has this kind of hobby? Why does this sentence sound so awkward? Is it a very special hobby? Just like the good of the broken sleeve?

Wu Xuan was puzzled, but nodded slightly.

The old man who had been talking to Wuxu before pondered for a moment and said, "I don't know if the master wants to stay for a long time or not?"

Wu Xuan was puzzled, "Long stay, short stay?"

The old man replied, "In the past, the Black Dragon Venerable Envoy said that all those who come from the world must be questioned, and bring together their identities, circumstances, and experiences in the world. The Black Dragon Venerable Envoy left Hualong Pond, but this rule has not changed. Whenever someone comes from the world, we will perform a secret technique, search in detail from their souls, and the information obtained, sort it out, and report it to the Black Dragon Venerable Envoy. ”

I see, Wuxu understands that according to the convention, the people in this troupe, after the spirit and spirit are sucked, the soul has to suffer from the secret arts, and what he has seen, heard, thought and thought in his life has been sorted out by the ghost dragon and reported to the black dragon envoy. However, I don't know if this black dragon envoy used to search like this in the first place, or if there was another way.

Wuxu sighed, "Oh, these three-headed poisonous clams are common, but this troupe is rare." If you are robbed of their souls and go crazy, what kind of play will they sing?" After a pause, he said, "It is better to ask each of them to sing a passage to us in the form of an opera about their own life experiences." Isn't that the best of both worlds?"

The old man glanced around, smiled at Wu and nodded.

Wuxu looked around at the people in the theater troupe, pointed casually, and said to a plump, "This mother must be the master of the theater troupe, so let's start with you." ”

"If there is any concealment or falsehood, you will be destroyed!" said the old man, schemingly.

The, who was almost half a hundred years old, struggled to stand up, came to the stone platform, turned to Wuxu and the others, turned her waist, threw a wink, and exhaled slowly.

Then an old man, on stage, with a slightly hoarse voice, in a low voice, seems to be faintly announcing the grace of his youth...

When I got to the corners of the troupe, I went on stage one by one, interpreting the joys and sorrows of the world, love and hatred.

Wu Xu, unable to bear it, raised his hand, and said, "Next, if it is like the plot of Fang Cai, there is no need to elaborate on it; ”

A luthier bowed deeply, sat down with the piano in his arms, first twisted it lightly, told himself about his home, and then began to sing...

The story is that there are two fairies who descended from the bright moon, and a sword-wielding Taoist in the East China Sea killed from the southeast to the northwest, only to kill thousands of miles of waves, and the bright moon hung low...

Wuxu was faintly touched, and snorted coldly in his heart, "It's okay for you to fight to the death!"

..。

Another musician came to the stage, but what he said was that in the world, there was a dragon gate, if someone was wronged, as long as he sincerely prayed, he would ask for the dragon king's manifestation and send his generals to avenge his grievances. Once, there was a wolf demon, under the moon, took the head of the general of the Wuxi city who trafficked women;

Wuxu and the black-clothed ghost dragons smiled, knowing that this was the Xuanying Gate.

..。

Then there was the woman who played Cui Yingying before, who came up tactfully, bowed down first and said, "The little woman is indeed an ordinary person, her name is alive, and she has no feet. It's just that wandering in the world and ushering in the send-off, there is also a story of fairies and ghosts. "Anyway, I cleared my throat a little, and sang with my eyebrows raised.

His voice is mournful, and what he said is nothing more than the love of people and ghosts, and the world is hindered.

However, the black-clothed man in the Longtan Cave was fascinated by it, and the ghost shadow swayed, and he couldn't help himself.

Wuxu saw it in his eyes and smiled, the ghost dragon has tears and does not flick, but it has not reached the sad place, and this is true.

Xu is everyone looks at these people in black and prefers ghost stories, and most of the rest of the troupe people are talking about this.

Wuxu, I have listened to it a lot, and it is not interesting.

Suddenly he saw the "Wishing Pool" in front of the Conch Temple, and his heart moved, and with a flick of his finger, a white snake surfaced.

It was on that day, on Peach Blossom Island, in the Snow Lotus Cave, Pan "Fairy" who forced himself to practice with Yaoshan.

Then he said, "Fairy Pan, how are you now?"

The white snake turned into a woman, stood on the surface of the pool, and saluted to Wuxu, "Little woman Pan Ruolian, see Master Guanyin." ”

Wuxu was stunned, took out a small mirror, put it in the palm of his hand and took a look. Oh my mother, I almost threw the mirror in my hand.

Finally stabilizing his mind, Wuxu raised his head and said to the woman, "You are cultivating here, which is really commendable. But now, there is a little baby who has been left in the temple, and you are willing to take care of it?"

Pan Ruolian glanced at the baby and said, "The Bodhisattva has a life, and he dares not to obey." With that, he stretched out his hands to take the green baby that was slowly sent over.

Wu Xu, because he saw it in the mirror, saw that this matter was over, and was about to leave in a hurry, when he suddenly heard a happy voice outside, "Ruo Pi, I caught a golden-headed carp that you love to eat today." ”

It was the voice of the medicine goodness.

Wuxu didn't wait for Pan Ruolian to plead with him, turned around and flew out of the conch dojo, smiling bitterly.

The conch dojo given by Guanyin Bodhisattva, in his own hands, has become a paradise for these two people to talk about love.

Wu Xu, and thought of Fang Cai, what he saw in the mirror, and what Pan Ruolian called herself. I don't know whether to cry or laugh. I didn't think of myself, it turned out that I was in the conch dojo, and the image I manifested was actually Guanyin.

It's a bit of a joke. Wuxu smiled bitterly, and his consciousness returned to its place.

coincided with the last student of the troupe, standing on the stage, humming, singing:

A jade fan flicked lightly, and seven blood swords secretly sought souls.

After singing, he raised the wooden sword in his hand, made a fluttering fairy, and stabbed a few times, as if drunk.

Wuxu, then turned his head and asked, "What kind of play is this?"

There was a black-clothed ghost dragon next to him who replied with a smile, "This is called a 'Jade Fan Mercy', but it is about a bewitching female cultivator, just right, the East China Sea Demon Alliance above the Dragon Palace Enchantment." ”

Wuxu nodded, listening to the four words of the East China Sea Demon Alliance, but he was slightly unhappy in his heart.

But I heard that the pink-faced little student held a wooden sword and stabbed it, held his hand above his head, and said, "That jade fan Yama, after casually beheading a dry color lama of Tianyuan Yansheng Temple, took the colorful and tilian, and left Handcang Mountain in a fluttering manner. ”

Wuxu stumbled and asked urgently, "What happened to the jade fan Yama?"

The pink-faced little student danced the wooden sword in his hand in a circle, and then took it behind him, put his two fingers together, slightly pointed in the direction of Wuxu, straightened his chest and abdomen, and spoke with grief and indignation, "But I saw that a golden light fell from the sky, turned into a lotus flower, enveloped this jade fan Yama, and then became smaller and smaller, and finally turned into a golden light, flying towards the Tianyuan Yansheng Temple." ”

Someone couldn't help but ask, "What about later?"

The powder-faced little student was stunned for a moment, looked at the evil gods in the audience, and suddenly shouted, "Within a few days, countless heavenly soldiers and generals descended from the sky, stepping on auspicious clouds, wearing colorful armor, surrounding Tianyuan Yansheng Temple; ”

With that, he half-bent his arm in one hand, in the shape of a beautiful woman in his arms, and raised the wooden sword above his head in the other, in the shape of flying and blowing clouds, and finally, his eyes were wide open, staring upward.

When Wuxu saw this, he laughed in the audience, leaning forward and backward while brushing his face with his sleeves, and his tears couldn't stop flowing.

That's right

The Buddha's heart dojo turns to karma, and the jade fan Yama is pitiful.

watched the thousands of dramas in the world, and the tears were wet in front of the stage.