"Hee-hee, haha. ”

When the old man leaned down to worship, the boy with pink makeup on the drawing paper suddenly blinked, and a slightly naughty laughter appeared in his ears.

The drawing paper is windless and automatic, tightly attached to the little man tied with paper behind it, and the boy in the painting is like a printed painting, slowly falling off the drawing paper, and steadily printed on the paper man.

"Zha!"

The paper figure seemed to come to life, and its face was exactly the same as that of the boy in the painting.

Wearing a red belly and a head-piercing mustache, he doesn't look pink.

It twisted its head and shook its ass at will, and turned its head in front of the old man, and while looking at him wantonly, the sound like paper rubbing sounded in his heart.

"What is the matter with calling this prince to the dust?"

The old man leaned down and immediately bent even lower, "Mortal man, please ask the third prince Linfan to help me catch this yellow snake." ”

Between the words, there is indescribable sincerity and respect in the words.

This can't be disrespectful, as the so-called invitation to God is easy to send God, these "big gods and little fairies" formed by the temporary convergence of incense ideas in the world are not easy to get along with, a bad service, if you can't say it, you will be entangled by "them", and then it will be difficult to do, I don't know how much it will cost to send these uncles away.

Therefore, his current posture is becoming more and more sincere, and the "third prince" in front of him seems to be very satisfied with his attitude, and glances at the yellow snake in the boiling oil who is constantly playing hide and seek with the golden monk, and hums disdainfully.

"It's just a little snake, and look at the methods of the prince. ”

It flipped off one by one, snatched the blood-stained cloth belt from the old man's hand, passed it through its back, wrapped it around its pink arms, and then leaped over.

Step on a lotus flower made of paper. With a rebellious expression, he looked at the yellow snake swaying in the boiling oil from afar, and killed it directly.

The lotus seat kept spinning in the air, and in the blink of an eye, the paper figure flew to the oil pot, it looked down, and then jumped from the air, and a fierce man plunged into the boiling oil, swimming happily.

The hot boiling oil emitted a terrifying heat, but the paper man didn't seem to realize it, and the faint white light around his body steadily separated the hot oil, and he played wantonly in the oil pot.

The paper man is like a naughty child in the water, wandering around and playing, from time to time will make a grimace at the surrounding onlookers, play extraordinarily happy, forget the original business to do, look at the old man on the stone platform is in a hurry, in the same place kept circling.

"Little Ancestor, go and catch the key! This body can't last long!"

In the midst of his prayers, the paper figure seemed to have had enough fun and got down to business. It burrowed out the boiling oil with a thud and stepped on the lotus seat floating on the surface of the oil.

"Haha, little snake, stop obediently, otherwise be careful that Prince Ben will peel you and cramp. ”

The yellow snake that was hiding from Monk Jin naturally ignored it, and swam in the boiling oil quickly, neither out of the sight of everyone on the stone platform, nor let them easily catch him.

The paper man didn't know this, and when he saw the yellow snake in the boiling oil ignoring him, a wave of anger involuntarily surged up.

The true spirit attached to the paper figure is composed of the thoughts of incense and fire of all beings, and its character

Nature is made up of impressions in people's minds. In folklore, the third prince can really be called a bear child, so when it is manifested, it naturally has more characteristics of a bear child in its behavior.

Right now, like a little child who has been ignored, it suddenly throws a tantrum.

"Bold Yellow Snake, I see that you don't take this prince seriously at all. ”

In a fit of rage, the paper figure tore through the blood-red cloth belt wrapped around his arms and threw it straight into the boiling oil.

"Turning over the river and the sea, where do I see you running?"

As soon as the blood-colored cloth belt Fang entered the oil pot, it began to quickly turn in circles in the oil pot with the swing of the paper man's arm.

The already boiling hot oil instantly became agitated, and a small vortex continued

The swirling red belt appears in the middle and then gradually expands, as if I practiced Tai Chi in a water tank as a child.

With the expansion of the whirlpool, the boiling oil in the oil pot began to shake violently, the hot boiling oil splashed all over the sky, and the paper figure stood proudly on the lotus seat, looking at the crowd with their heads scurrying and laughing.

"It's fun, it's fun, it's fun. ”

With its laughter, the oil pan began to shake as if it had been hit by an earthquake, and the cloudy yellow hot oil began to spill out.

The yellow snake, which was constantly playing hide and seek with the monk, also involuntarily whirled, like a fish in the river that had been turned over, and stood unsteadily.

"Go. ”

The paper man pointed casually, and the blood-colored cloth belt immediately stopped turning, like an arrow from the string, breaking through the layers of turbid waves, binding the yellow snake layer by layer, and then flying back into the paper man's hand.

The paper man pinched the seven inches of the yellow snake that was still struggling, and said triumphantly, "Even the Dragon Prince of the East China Sea has been cramped and skinned by me, how can you, a little yellow snake, escape from the palm of the prince's hand." ”

With a slight force on his fingertips, the struggling yellow snake turned into a brass key and lay quietly in its hand.

The paper man didn't care why the little snake turned into a key, it was just a temporary "god" composed of incense thoughts, and its behavior and tone were all in the hearts of the believers

His image is shaped by no real sense of self.

It shook it casually, threw the key over, and said like a poisonous tongue, "Don't look for me next time this kind of trivial matter, I think Ao Bing is just right, he is just right with these stinky fish and rotten snakes, don't you say?"

The old man lowered his head and grabbed the key and hurriedly said yes, the paper man turned over happily when he heard this, it looked down at the traces that had begun to fade on its body, and muttered with some dissatisfaction.

"Really, I haven't had enough of it!"

Between muttering, the picture printed on the paper figure seemed to have gone through many years of wind and rain, and soon became gloomy, and then scattered into a ball of bamboo and white paper, fell into the boiling oil together, and was instantly blown into a mass of charred black scum.

The old man looked at the crowd around him, proudly threw the brass key in his hand, and said loudly, "You colleagues don't need to congratulate, the little old man will go first." ”

He shook off his clothes, and the paper cut of the general of the Divine Duck who had carried him across the river suddenly fell from his cuffs, and with a thud it turned into a huge duck and fell to the ground.

The general of the divine duck has wide open wings, his neck is held high, and he firmly protects the old man behind him like an old hen protecting a chick.

The old man looked at Zhang Jiao, who suddenly appeared in front of him, and grinned, "By the way, I almost forgot to thank you, Xiaoyou, thank you just now." ”

With a sound of thanks, he inserted the key in his hand into the lock that bound the chain to his body, and with a crisp click, the lock opened.

The old man took out the key, looked at Zhang Jiao who walked in front of him, smiled suddenly, and held the key in his hand in his hand.

"But I still have something to say to you, young man, don't be so obvious the next time you do something, the old man's bean soldiers have been cultivated for a long time. ”

The old man did not move, his hand was raised back, and the key in his hand crossed a parabola and fell into the boiling oil.

Standing on the edge of the stone platform, he said triumphantly, "Still, thank you." ”

But Zhang Jiao, who was close to him, did not have the slightest annoyance, he quietly watched the old man's actions, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he responded faintly, "Yes, this time I really want to thank you, old man." ”

As Zhang Jiao's words fell, the old man's eyes flickered, and it seemed that a layer of gauze had been removed.

There are no chains on Zhang Jiao's body in front of him, but the chains on his own body are still firmly on his body.

The old man looked at Zhang Jiao's figure in disbelief, and almost didn't swallow it in one breath.

"You, you, you. ”

Before he could say a word, behind him, a Buddha horn suddenly sounded.

"My Buddha is merciful, thank you for the kindness of the donor, the old monk is ashamed. ”

In the boiling oil behind him, the old monk, who was like a vajra arhat, grabbed the key he threw out, and thanked him sincerely while opening the chains on his body.

"You, you, you, I ......"

The old man looked at the two figures who disappeared into the oil pot one after another with some dazed anger in anger, and finally spewed out a mouthful of turbid air.

"The angry old man is also. ”

It's just that before he could completely vent out, in the place where Zhang Jiao disappeared, a kappa suddenly appeared in place, its red eyes stared at the old man who wanted to cry without tears, and rushed over with a strange cry from his mouth.

The other side.

As the scorching heat and the smell of oil smoke disappeared, the figures of Zhang Jiao and the old monk suddenly appeared in a new place one after another.

A white flickering cold light suddenly appeared in front of their eyes, and they didn't even open their eyes.

The tearing sensation of Sen Leng like a blade cutting flesh kept coming from all over his body, as if he would be cut off by a thousand knives if he moved.

Zhang Jiao subconsciously squinted his eyes, he smelled the unique fishy smell of ironware, and raised his head slightly to look ahead.

Before his eyes, a mountain of countless sharp blades appeared in front of him, and hundreds of torn and dry corpses were scattered under the peak, none of them intact.

Just as the two of them looked around, the ghost judge in a green robe with a lovely smile suddenly appeared in front of them.

"Congratulations to the two mages for reaching the second level. ”

"The topic of our level is, Ascending Knife Mountain. ”