Lu Buwei has been persevering in the next few days, even if Zhou Sheng has made it clear that his master is Tang Qian, and he was considered a teacher with Tang Qian at the beginning. However, Lu Buwei's definition of teacher inheritance is magic mana.

"As long as you don't use Tang Qian's special mana, then you are not his apprentice. And Tang Qian ......" Lu Buwei touched his chin: "Is this person not dead yet, I heard that he is the closest to returning to the void in the whole Zhongzhou, the point is that this kid basically relies on himself, relying on himself is that he has no teacher, and if he doesn't have a teacher, won't I have a chance?" Lu Buwei became happier the more he spoke, and his eyes changed when he turned his head to look at Zhou Sheng: "Do you know Tang Qian very well? If this kid can climb out of the cliff of that day, he must let him worship me as a teacher." ”

Lu Buwei has discovered one thing in the past two days, that is, Zhou Sheng is very easy to find, after all, Zhou Sheng is just in the Jindan realm now, and he can't run away if he wants to, and that Ji Gu is very slippery, sometimes Lu Buwei blocked him but found that it was a thrush, thrush is very common, but Ji Gu's one has been able to draw a vivid Ji Gu casually, and there is a skilled Tang Qian next to him.

It's just a trick to make an eye, no matter how high Tang Qian's painting skills are, he can only draw a Ji Gu, so there is not much difference.

Lu Buwei couldn't catch Ji Gu several times, and he kept pestering Zhou Sheng after that.

Zhou Sheng didn't get tired of it, but he found that this senior was very easy to get along with in addition to being particularly obsessed with accepting apprentices, and Lu Buwei set up that he had reached the peak of the monks of the Four Directions Realm, but he was still smiling with him, the Jindan Realm.

So Zhou Sheng was not very polite to talk to him - after all, Lu Buwei had already come to him twice to ask him to apprentice when he was out in the middle of the night.

Zhou Sheng said: "You want a master so much, it's better for you to find a master." ”

Lu Buwei's eyes were covered by hair, but Zhou Sheng seemed to see a pair of red eyes staring at him behind his hair at this moment, but then there was nothing, everything seemed to be an illusion, Lu Buwei had already begun to shake his head vigorously.

"If it doesn't work, I'm all back to the void, who else can be my master......? It's okay for an old immortal to come to be my master, but I'm not a Taoist priest, and it's not good to open a teaching to Lu Buwei. ”

Zhou Sheng muttered: "The big sword sect is not good for it, and it is not good, the name of your sect is very ugly, and it is difficult to hear that I don't want to worship in it at all." ”

In fact, Zhou Sheng and Ji Gu wanted to say this sentence when they first heard the name of the big knife gate, but if they said it directly at that time, Lu Buwei was really unbearable for the face of a returning monk, but now he pestered Zhou Sheng every day, and Zhou Sheng said it as soon as his heart was horizontal.

Zhou Sheng peeked at Lu Buwei, if he was angry, would he kill me with a knife?

As a result, Lu Buwei laughed instead: "Eh, your temper is on my appetite, and your master and I don't like to be called Ye Xiu, so I want to get one."

Sect, you don't like the Great Dao Sect and don't worship me as a teacher, aren't we just born masters and apprentices?" He smiled happily, and even turned around and left, as if he wanted to find someone to talk about this matter quickly - it was very likely that he was from the Northern Underworld Dao.

Zhou Sheng looked at Lu Buwei in a daze, going farther and farther, in fact, what he wanted to say was not to call himself a master, wasn't that taking advantage of himself?

Zhou Sheng has been living a relaxed life in the past few days, except for Lu Buwei, who has come out from time to time, but with Zhongzhou Buddhism as the center, the entire Zhongzhou Buddhism has been operating.

Zhongzhou Buddha country in the southwest of Zhongzhou, the entrance is a wooden door on the top of the Lingshan, the wooden door has a vermilion lacquer, but there are the vicissitudes of the years, the wooden façade is south and back, from north to south is just an ordinary wooden door, from south to north into the legendary Buddha country.

The gate of the Buddha country is always open, there is no gatekeeper, no formation protection, but no one can destroy it for thousands of years, and no one dares to destroy it.

Even mortals who are dedicated to Buddha can climb this spiritual mountain, which has the same name as the legendary mountain in the Buddhist scriptures, and become a part of the Buddha kingdom.

This wooden door is the Buddha gate.

Today, there is a monk in front of the Buddha door, this monk is holding a small lacquer bowl in his hand, there is this big red lacquer in it, but he is holding a very thin embroidery needle in his hand, using this needle to pick up a little lacquer, and then paint a little on the door, but this Buddha door is extremely slippery, even if it is such a little paint can not be sticked, like spring rain, slowly slipping down.

But this monk was not discouraged, and picked up the red paint in his hand again and again, and slowly painted this ancient Buddhist door.

This monk is a lifelong monk.

He was just rushing to the same location on a wooden door, doing something that never seemed to come to fruition.

But under the wooden door that ordinary people will not notice, those red paint slowly slipped off, and there were some damaged positions under the wooden door, the paint had fallen off, leaving a slight dent, and the red paint that slipped down happened to be mended, but this repair was random, and there were even some elements of luck.

All his life, the monk did not bet that he could repair the underside of the wooden door, and all he wanted was to renovate the lacquer on the Buddhist door.

"Is this the cultivation of the Buddha Kingdom in Zhongzhou?" A middle-aged man with a long beard came to the wind, and landed on the Lingshan Mountain, and the middle-aged man had a slight wrinkle at the corner of his eyes, but his face was ruddy, like a child, and his eyes were also full of a love for life.

The lifelong monk has already put away the bowl: "In the next life, I have seen the master of public loss." ”

This person's name is Gong Yi, from Luzhou, next to Zhongzhou, in Luzhou cultivation is only secondary, the organ is the most prosperous way of cultivation, so there is only one hidden monk in the whole Luzhou, and as the head of the family of the organ loser, he is also the person with the highest achievement in the entire Luzhou organ

Generally sit at the top and have a higher status.

And at this moment, Gong Yi looked at the Buddha Gate very curiously, and said, "The question I just asked, I still want to know, are you cultivating the mind?"

One of the things that he is known for is that he seems to have a persistent curiosity about everything.

Therefore, the lifelong monk had no choice but to say: "Go to a bowl of lacquer, a needle, really not worthy of being called mind cultivation, there are many people who can insist on a bowl of lacquer, a monk is enough to cultivate, eyesight, wrist can continue to complete this thing, one day is enough." ”

"But you once had an old monk here, one stop is five hundred years, one painting is five hundred years, and it is finally made of the mottled wooden door with red paint?"

The lifelong monk sighed: "Exactly." ”

That monk was his master, the Righteous Path Zen Master, and this was still a matter when the Righteous Path Zen Master's cultivation was not obvious, and even many people in the Buddha country thought he was crazy at that time, and the result was that the Buddha Gate is vermilion now.

"Are you waiting for me here?" asked the public.

The lifelong monk said: "Many people are waiting for the master of public loss. Then the lifelong monk stretched out his hand: "Please!"

The public loses like a public loser, but he also stretches out his hand: "Please!"

People who are waiting for the public to lose are not ordinary.

Zhang Kaikai, the righteous Zen master, the Northern Underworld Dao people, and the Zhong Heavenly Master are all there.

Only Lu Buwei seems to have gone to Zhou Sheng to accept apprentices again, and he doesn't know the specific location.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, there was a very small city in his hand, which was shrouded in clouds and mist, and it was very strange.

Gong Yi said: "This is the Gong Lose City, it is the heirloom of my Gong Lose family, no generation of the head of the family will leave his highest achievements in the above, to me, it is already the eleventh generation." ”

"There are eight variations in this city, corresponding to the first eight family heads, and one of the previous two generations was able to shrink after the city was built, and one was covered with runes as a formation. ”

"Sure enough, the most powerful in the world are these people who can refine utensils by hand, we may be able to cultivate after a lifetime, but after all, we can't leave our own cultivation, at most it is magic spells, cultivation and understanding, but it's good to look at their public losers, and they will leave a city of organs that can resist the anti-void monks. "The people of the Northern Underworld are very imageless.

"With this city, you can go to Yueye Prefecture. Zhang Kaikai said.

He can't go to Yueye Prefecture, so he must make all the preparations he can, he helped the public to lose many years ago, and now he is still the favor.

"I'm wondering, how did you take the most precious city of the entire Gong Loser?" said the Northern Underworld Daoist, "You are not afraid of ......"

He didn't finish his words, but the meaning of the Northern Underworld Daoist couldn't be simpler, the public lost and went to Yueye Prefecture together, and going to that Yueye Prefecture meant that his life and death were difficult to guarantee, if the name of the public loss and the public loss city of the public loser were left in Yueye Prefecture, maybe the first family of Luzhou was also the first public loser of the first sect and would be lonely from now on.

I didn't expect the public to lose, but it was very open: "I don't have a talent, there has been a new breakthrough on the basis of the ancestors' organ skills, there is a work that has been completed for most of the time, and now it is equivalent to the public loss city, if it can be completed, it can surpass the public loss city and become the first organ in the world - so I came here to help, although I have no regrets about death." ”

The Northern Underworld Daoist hurriedly said: "Actually, you are not better than you will die, brother, maybe we will not fight when we go to Yueye Prefecture, but just talk to the demon clan, if we can talk about it, if Yueye Prefecture will make less trouble for the Quartet Realm, everyone will be very happy, right?"

When the people of the Northern Underworld actually said this, they didn't believe it.

"Now let's talk about the formation in general, if I unfortunately die, there can also be Taoist friends who can continue to use it. ”

Tang Qian was also studying the formation, and he was already in the fifth hall at this time.

Unknowingly, he has been here for more than three years—ten or so days in the Four Directions Realm, and he is here for a hundred or ten days, but he is still a little confused about the Hundred Deaths Diagram of the Fifth Temple.

Tang Qian has even been able to skillfully use the doppelganger supernatural power, and he has divided three doppelgangers to walk around in the fifth hall to understand, too many doppelgangers are not enough to comprehend, and less is too slow, but even if there are three Tang Qian, he still doesn't know the essentials, and today has passed, and the three doppelgangers have returned to one place, and there is still no way to restore the hundred deaths of the fifth hall as in the seventh hall.

Even if Tang Qian gritted his teeth and ruthlessly used his ink and Bainatu, it still didn't work, and the moment he picked up the pen, he knew that he couldn't finish it.

"The fifth hall is directly below the Book of Life and Death, so it can be regarded as the center of the entire Hundred Deaths Diagram, which is also the most complicated place in the formation. Tang Qian studied for three whole years, during which he read a lot of books on the formation of the underworld, but he did not fully understand the principle of the formation of the fifth hall.

Tang Qian looked up at the huge funnel phantom in the sky, which was the six reincarnations, and it was also the projection of the book of life and death. At the bottom, Tang Qian could observe this incredibly huge magic weapon projection up close.

It is hard to imagine the extent of the power of this book of life and death.

Just looking at the projection of the book of life and death with your eyes will make people feel pain in their eyes.

After three years here, Tang Qian could barely look at it, the projection of the book of life and death was rotating slowly, and it seemed that it was this kind of slow rotation to the extreme that produced suction, making the soul between heaven and earth like a milk swallow returning to its nest and returning here.

Today, Tang Qian is still walking the streets and alleys, the fifth hall is much more prosperous than the seventh hall, there are even many residents here, and many souls in the underworld who are difficult to determine reincarnation will be left behind, there is no life and death here, but they just need to help take charge of some affairs of the ten halls of Yama, so many souls also intended to stay.

There are even some residents of the prefecture who have led the way for the prefecture to summon spirits before, and if they have done it for too long, they will be considered to have retired and retire for the elderly.

In fact, the fifth hall is slightly biased directly below the projection of the Book of Life and Death, and directly below the Book of Life and Death is actually the residence of the Five Ghost Emperors and the Ten Halls of Yama, where it is said that enlightenment can be achieved - in fact, the entire underworld is not

There are a few souls who are very envious of practicing there.

They all arrived in the underworld, except for the immortals in the underworld who needed to cultivate to be in charge of the underworld, who else needed to practice this kind of thing?

So the fifth temple even has a lot to have fun in.

To put it bluntly, it is a place where you can drink flower wine and listen to a tune.

Tang Qian has endured it for a year after knowing about it, he is really afraid that listening to a tune is a scream of going into the oil pot, and meeting a beauty is a white bone into essence.

However, today seems to be a very suitable day for drinking flower wine, because I heard that Meng Po came to the fifth temple.

He still remembered the clues that Sima had said about the immortal immortals, so when he heard that Meng Po might participate in a calligraphy and painting conference in the Fifth Hall Market that night, Tang Qian also happily let go of his understanding of the Fifth Palace's Hundred Deaths.

After all, the street where the calligraphy and painting conference was held was called Skull Alley, and the word red and pink could be added before the skeleton, which was the famous place of wind and moon in the fifth hall.

When night fell, the night of the underworld did not hang high, but the sky and the earth were darker, so the fifth hall was lit with lights.

"The last time I walked around the streets so leisurely, it seemed that I was with the Immortal Immortal. Tang Qian suddenly thought, and then smiled bitterly, although he was for the good of the immortal, but why didn't he stab at the immortal with a sword in order to survive for himself?

The lights were bright, but Tang Qian saw something more interesting than wine.

Some people were gathering together, and there was a lot of discussion, and Tang Qian could barely see a person lying on the table through the crowd, as if he was painting.

Tang Qian didn't have much of his own style anyway, most of them learned from others, and over time, he had a little bit of his own unique characteristics in painting.

What the painting of the underworld looked like, Tang Qian also wanted to see it, so he squeezed forward.

"Borrowed, borrowed, borrowed. Tang Qian bent over, he was tall, but he was not very strong, so he bent down and squeezed to the front with force.

When I arrived at the front, I found that this person was writing, but calligraphy and painting are not separated, so Tang Qian decided to continue reading.

Then he saw a scene that made him jaw-dropping.

This writer is a generous elder—at least the soul of an elder, and he has no eyes...... Tang Qian was a little unsure whether he was rolling his eyes or if he really didn't have black eyes.

Because he didn't even look at the paper under his hand.

Then he let out a fierce but sharp scream, Tang Qian shuddered, but found that the old man was still alive - then Tang Qian realized that this was some kind of sigh of his, the old man straightened his arm, and then vigorously put pen to paper horizontally on the long scroll that had been spread out and covered a long table—Tang Qian frowned.

Because he couldn't read it, even if Tang Qian was proficient in most of the words in the entire Four Directions Realm, he still couldn't understand what this person was writing, and Tang Qian had been to the Four Directions Realm 100,000 years ago, although it was built by the Immortal Immortals, most of them were still runes

In line with the appearance of the Quartet Realm in the past, Tang Qian did not find out what the words written by this person were from the ancient texts.

Could it be some strange text that I have never seen before?

Tang Qian couldn't help but admire, feeling worthy of the underworld, these souls may have lived longer than 100,000 years?

But he soon realized that something was wrong, because the man's first stroke was a bit long.

Almost across the entire paper, in the process of writing, there were some meaningless screams, although it seemed to move the wrist and arm back and forth, but in fact it was still a stroke, during which the brush was a little uncontrollable, but it used greater strength, leaving deep ink marks on the paper, and even a wrong force, the pen and ink were thrown off, and splashed on the body of a person next to Tang Qian.

The man didn't feel uncomfortable, but was willing, showing an intoxicated expression, and the people around him also nodded and praised: "Master Shao's 'shooting book' is becoming more and more proficient, it is really exquisite." ”

Tang Qian was puzzled, he had never heard of this kind of calligraphy, so he asked the person next to him who didn't wipe the ink on his face, but looked up at the old man who continued to paint: "Brother Tai, what is 'shooting calligraphy'?"

The man looked disdainful, but he saw that Tang Qian seemed to be very young, so he patiently explained: "This is a kind of calligraphy created by Master Shao, it is a kind of calligraphy created by Master Shao, but the writing power is like an arrow, and the pen and ink are like blood splashing, it is a first-class font, ordinary people as long as they look at his works, they will feel that their eyes hurt, if Master Shao injects mana into it, it will even make people blind, and if you use more force, you can even make the ink fill the brain and kill the soul." He said loudly and proudly, as if Tang Qian didn't know about this matter, it would be a great misfortune and a great sin.

Tang Qian looked at Master Shao's stroke through the whole paper, and actually continued to draw back, Tang Qian didn't feel that he was writing, if he painted, it would be a little unreasonable, it was just a line that kept drawing circles, looking at the people around him constantly applauding, Tang Qian always felt that he had made something wrong, so he quietly retreated.

Then he looked up and saw that there was nothing wrong with this being Skull Alley.

He couldn't be more familiar with all the streets and alleys of the fifth hall, and he had almost memorized them.

So he continued to walk deeper, and saw a place with more people, Tang Qian even directly used the phantom cloud crossing this time, and his figure flashed and reached the front.

I almost screamed out.

Because he almost stepped on a woman lying on the ground, and the people next to him were all reproachful, Tang Qian hurriedly bent over, one of them snorted, but they all looked at the field, Tang Qian breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the field, and was stunned again.

There were several women lying horizontally in the field, their clothes were wrapped in white paper, and one person in the field was not a monk or a Taoist, with his hair scattered, and he was holding a brush that could only be held with one hand and one hand, writing.

What he wrote Tang Qian didn't know, maybe this person didn't know either, because he didn't look at what he was writing at all, but put it

The head deliberately twisted in the opposite direction of his hand, and his hand kept writing, all of which were written indiscriminately on the bodies of those women, unruly but still calm.

But the people next to me were fascinated, as if they were looking at the most beautiful artwork in the world.

The master Shao just now seemed to be able to see what he wrote with his peripheral vision, this one didn't read at all, Tang Qian didn't need to ask, guess and guess, this person probably wrote "blind book?" or "blind book?"

Tang Qian touched his chin, and he didn't know whether to remind him that this master had been writing on a woman's face.

She was choking to death.

Although it seems that there is no way to die in the underworld, but I always feel a little sorry for this woman, it is really a bit hard, if Tang Qian sees a group of women who don't even wear clothes on their bodies, maybe he will think of drinking flower wine, if he sees a person writing and painting, he may appreciate and learn.

But now that the two are combined, he just wants to get away from here.

If someone cut off his arm and drew a blood-red splashed ink landscape in front of Tang Qian, Tang Qian would even applaud his hands, because it was really a splashed ink landscape map.

"Sometimes when you're bored, anything feels fun, even if it's. A glutinous voice suddenly said, hearing this voice, it seems to be able to make people forget their troubles, because it is so good, Tang Qian even forgot for a moment these strange people and strange things he saw before.

When he turned his head, he found a woman who had tried as hard as he had squeezed out of it, a gentle and lovely woman, with long hair but gray, and a face that did not look old at all.

Whatever Tang Qian saw in the underworld, he could already be surprised.

The woman looked at Tang Qian carefully, and pondered for a long time before saying, "I don't remember knowing you, maybe I ate the wrong thing this morning?"

Tang Qian was a little confused when he said this, he didn't wait for an answer, the woman was already in one hand: "It's nice to meet you, after all, you are one of the few people who didn't go crazy with you, I'm Meng Po." She pointed behind her, "This group of people has carved that strange and disgusting thing deep in their bones, and I once secretly gave them Meng Po soup to no avail!"

(End of chapter)