Tang Qian looked at the third piece of white paper torn into pieces by the person in the picture in a daze, if it was a normal time, even if he painted ugly, no matter how ugly it was, no matter how inconsistent it was with the art of painting, the painting would be able to be preserved after all.

"This Hundred Deaths Diagram itself exists, so it has become a part of the 'Painting Dao', if you follow this line of thought, I haven't figured out what the new Hundred Deaths Diagram will look like, so I can only draw it exactly the same. Tang Qian didn't think about it, and speculated a rough idea.

"But there are too many 'Taos' in the Hundred Deaths Diagram, and even if you don't understand it, even if you remember it, it will still be blurry...... It's just ......" Tang Qian scratched his hair rarely, although it was only a day to spend in the Hundred and Twenty-Three Realms here, but one hundred and twenty-three had secretly told him before, although it seemed that he had several hundred years now, but Tang Qian actually seemed to have passed through the gap in time when he fell from the Heavenly Trench Cliff, and this kind of crossing would generally bring about a deviation in time.

This deviation itself is very uncertain, it may arrive shorter than expected, it may take longer than expected, and if so, maybe four or five years have passed since the Quartet.

The world may have been in turmoil, Zhongzhou and Yueye Prefecture are at war, Tang Qian knows that the so-called catastrophe usually has some precursors, and the destruction of life should be the most suitable prelude to the catastrophe.

Tang Qian racked his brains and finally came up with an alternative way. "So I'd better take a good look at those pictures...... Shall I make a sketch first...... Then find out what you can't remember......"

The next day, Bai Twenty-three saw the strange thing in Tang Qian's hand, which was very strange: "You...... What's the take?"

The two of them walked on the street of the seventh temple city, although it is very large, but many houses are empty, and there are no doors, according to the explanation of one hundred and twenty-three, the large establishment here is to prevent the four sides from suddenly dying too many people and the underworld is full, for example, hundreds of millions of people will die, there must always be a place to stop, and little by little into the reincarnation.

Monks fight, sometimes they can't hold back, and they fight for karma, which may affect mortals, and the big cities of mortals are very likely to have such a large population.

After all, monks move mountains and stones, and the construction of cities is not comparable to manpower, and the more cities are built, the bigger they become.

Tang Qian said unkemptly: "I tried again for another night, even if the image in the sketch is just lines, it will come out and tear myself up, so I can only draw more briefly, and even add some of my own lines to replace, and then I can mark out the places I can't remember clearly, and it's still okay to show the way - here." Tang Qian said and turned into an alley.

There were a lot of people gathered in front, and the monks of the underworld, that is, the staff, were all dressed in uniform, gray-white or white robes, and there were only three gray-robed people here, but there were four or five people in black robes, and a person in variegated clothes was foaming at the mouth in the middle of the crowd and talking something.

Hundred and twenty-three explained: "The black clothes came from hell, and they deserve it

The sins are completed, you need to wait for reincarnation, this group of people is the slowest to deal with, because after all, the previous sins are enough to go to hell, so the underworld is very unwelcome to them, and it is slow to deal with, if you can pass through six reincarnations seven or eight normal souls in a day, there may be only one sin soul through reincarnation, so they are the slowest part of the dwarf population in the underworld. "Tang Qian has traveled to the Quartet and heard a lot of strange sayings everywhere, and he has learned a lot during this time.

"And those variegated clothes are between our underworld monks and sin souls, the largest number of ordinary souls, not too many of them, because the underworld is a hundred days and four directions for a day, so sometimes some judges want to rest and rest, there will be a few left, but in general, there will not be a lot of such souls - we have worked very hard. Bai Twenty-three waved his fist twice to show his efforts.

"So it's annoying for them to get in the way......" Tang Qian had been worried about the matter of the Hundred Deaths, and his brows furrowed, but the closer he got, the more wonderful his expression became.

"I said that there is such a strange man in this world, seeing that the bloody rain and bloody wind are not chaotic, it is said that this Tang Qian held a sword in his hand, and stabbed at the bloody wind——"

This person is actually telling a story, and the protagonist of the story is a person Tang Qian is very familiar with - Tang Qian himself.

"Do you remember what the Bodhisattva said about your fame...... Crazy story or something?" Bai Twenty was expressionless, her eyes were still blank, but Tang Qian always felt that she was holding back a smile.

The storyteller said that his mouth was foaming, his eyebrows were dancing, and what he said was really meaningful, and the people around him listened attentively, Tang Qian didn't feel so good, and he wondered that there were exaggerated elements in many places, when did he "shake the tiger's body, and then scared off hundreds of drunken demons?"

This person added fuel and vinegar to some things about Tang Qian, mainly around Yunzhou Xudu, because it is very similar to Difu Xu, so when Tang Qian made a big fuss in the capital, those black-clothed sin souls applauded the loudest.

"I've always heard them talk about this before, and the first time I've heard it, it's quite interesting...... "Bai Twenty-three on the side was actually happy to squat on the side of the road and watch them talk.

Tang Qian raised his eyebrows: "Aren't they?

Bai Twenty-three nodded: "There are four or five people, they all seem to listen to one person write a story, and then tell it." ”

Tang Qian asked, "Who is the person who wrote the story?"

Bai Twenty-three shook his head: "I don't know." The story over there is reaching the key point, and Bai Twenty-three doesn't explain much, listening to it with relish, and constantly waving his hand at Tang Qian, the meaning is obvious: You study your Hundred Deaths, and I listen to my story.

Tang Qian really couldn't think of who wrote this kind of story, after all, he could only be regarded as a little famous, how big the entire Quartet Realm was, how many people could know him, and how many people could be dead and still boast to himself about what he had done in the underworld?

Dead, still know himself very well, and can still do this kind of thing, Tang Qian is difficult to think of a person, but a vague figure suddenly appeared in his mind.

Tang Qian's eyes also softened.

Hua Su asked, that is, the immortal immortal...... She can't be so boring...... Tang Qian quickly thought that it had only been a year in the human world for a hundred years in the underworld, and the immortal immortal had been dead for several months...... It's been decades since it was converted to the underworld...... If it's really boring, maybe it will.

Tang Qian felt that what he thought made sense while thinking about it, if it was Hua Su who asked, it seemed to make some sense, so ...... Wouldn't you be able to see her in the underworld?

Tang Qian's mood suddenly became happy and relaxed, not to mention his own mood - in addition to seeing someone he knows will make people feel happy, it seems that he can also ask her for help if he can't figure out the problem, Tang Qian feels that the immortal immortal is smarter than himself A monk or two of a lifetime of mind.

Thinking about it, Tang Qian shook his head again, how could he compare his life, anyway, the immortal immortal was naturally much smarter than himself.

The more he thought about it, Tang Qian didn't even think about the picture of a hundred deaths, he just wanted to wait until the storyteller finished telling it and asked where the person who wrote the story for him was, so he squatted down with Bai Twenty-three to listen, but he didn't expect this person to tell one story after another, and it would take half a day to tell it, and the people around him kept applauding.

Bai Twenty-three listened carefully, and smiled shallowly when he heard the interesting places, Tang Qian kicked the stones on the side, and turned in circles - because this person could only talk half of what he said - and even only forty percent was his Tang Qian's personal experience, Tang Qian listened carefully for half an hour and then already had such an evaluation, forty percent, no more.

"Saying that this Tang Qian arrived at Hualou, it was really like a fish in water, as if he had returned to his own home, a prodigal son, and his real hometown would only be that gentle township. Tang Qian's expression was really wonderful when he heard this, on the one hand, he didn't want to admit that this person was talking about him, but he knew that he still had a little agreement, maybe what he said made some sense.

There is only a small truth, and a small amount is big.

Finally, after listening to it for a long time, this person's mouth was dry, and after drinking a sip of water, he said that he would be here today, and then the man didn't charge money, and went straight away, Tang Qian hurriedly wanted to chase after him, but was pulled by Bai Twenty Three Hands.

Bai Twenty-three said in a low voice, "What are you doing?"

Tang Qian said: "I want to see who is still arranging me in the underworld, let me tell you, when I look at the girls, my eyes are definitely not 'sharp as a knife, as if I can wear through the girls' dresses', at most like water." Tang Qian pursed his lips and held back for a long time before adding a few words: "Untie the girl's dress." ”

Bai Twenty-three giggled when she first heard it, but now that she was surrounded by the protagonists of those stories, she rolled her eyes instead—sometimes the gap between people's imagination and reality was so big, it was the same as when Tang Qian saw the real Jizo Bodhisattva.

The two were already far away

Following behind, that person didn't care too much, many people who walked in the seventh hall would bow their heads and walk on their own, the same was true for Tang Qian and Bai Twenty-three, but Tang Qian had already stuck behind that person with a trace of mana.

Bai Twenty-three explained: "This person who writes the story is actually very mysterious, I heard that there are many people who want to know where he is, who his surname is, let him write a little more and find no one else, many people who follow the storytelling have tried, but no one succeeded." ”

Tang Qian grabbed Bai Twenty-three's slender arm with one hand, Bai Twenty-three's blood was very light, her body was also very light, and she was obviously not skinny, but it seemed to be three taels of cotton wool, and she didn't feel it at all.

But Tang Qian's surprise time was very short, the whole person had already flown up, and then landed on the eaves of the next room, he was holding a hundred and twenty-three like three taels of cotton wool in his hand, but his own steps were lighter than three taels of cotton wool, and the whole person was attached to the tiles of the roof, and he did not follow the person all the time, but kept moving forward in his own direction.

"Aren't you chasing him?"

"I have mana on him, so I can only use my mana at a minimum, that is, I can barely know his general direction, but the person who is following him already knows all the terrain in these ten miles and eight directions-" Tang Qian smiled, he shook the sketch in his hand that he couldn't understand at all, and then didn't forget to point to his head.

"As long as I have a general direction, I can find out where he is going, and then find the person who wrote the story!"

(End of chapter)