Devil Seeds

The World of Gaowu, Jinling City, Qinhuai Painting Boat.

Several monks from the world of Baotong, dressed as scribes and warriors at the moment, mixed with many real quacks, merchants, and fun-seeking officials, in perfect harmony.

Even better than those 'veteran players' who have long been accustomed to this world.

Looking at the oiran dancing in the hall, the young monk named 'Xiuge' showed a bit of greed.

"If there is any merit in this classical world of martial arts, it can only be a way of pleasing under the torment of feudalism."

"What blood, true energy, spirit, skills... Hunyuan should be consistent from beginning to end. Our sixth set of body casting exercises has perfectly achieved this, and now the tenth set is even more On top of this, ten conventional 'true meanings' are hidden in body casting exercises, if someone can comprehend one before the age of sixteen, he will be called a genius." Xiuge still did not change his arrogance.

He is very much like those guys who think they are from the "upper country" and look down on the "small places" in the countryside.

The other fellow monks around Xiuge also stopped persuading him at this time.

Perhaps they also thought so, but they were not as straightforward as Xiu Ge expressed.

Suddenly, the red-faced monk let out a 'huh' sound.

Then he got up suddenly, and with a movement of his body, he was already flying across the water like a big bird, heading towards a small temple on the bank of the willow in the distance.

The abrupt behavior of the red-faced monk surprised all his companions.

In an instant, the rest of the people also rode the waves and landed on the shore. Together with the red-faced monk, they walked to the gate of the small temple.

Xiuge directly read the words on the small temple plaque.

"Miaotian Zhenjun Temple!"

"Miaotian Zhenjun? This name... sounds familiar! I seem to have heard it somewhere." Xiuge said.

The red-faced monk said with a strange expression: "Of course you are familiar with it! Three years ago, the phantom drama "The Seventy-two Chasing Wife" was a hit. The most mysterious and powerful monk in that drama... is Miaotian Zhenjun."

Xiuge was surprised and said: "Uncle! Didn't you say that you never watch phantom dramas?"

"Also... I remember Chasing Wife Seventy-Two, it seems to be a high-sweet drama for girls, this...do you like it too?"

Fortunately, the red-faced monk's face was always red, so that people couldn't see the embarrassment on his face at all.

"Cough! This... is to find inspiration. Although some phantom dramas are exaggerated, the idea is still very good. Just like this drama... the reason why it became popular is because some monks who watched it actually It awakened the memory of the previous life and recovered part of the cultivation." The red-faced monk explained seriously.

Then he quickly said: "It should be a coincidence... After all, the word Miaotian is not uncommon."

After all, he still stepped into the temple gate first.

Incense is common in the small temple.

Although there are pilgrims and believers coming and going, they are not dense.

The atmosphere in the temple is elegant, and the wind blows through the phoenix bamboo in the yard, which has a bit of quiet charm in the middle of the noise.

"If you have the universe in your heart, you can burn incense and tell me. There is a way in your mind, and nature and things will last forever."

A pair of couplets are pasted on both sides of the statue of the god made of clay and wood.

Looking at the couplet, the expression of the red-faced monk was suddenly full of astonishment and surprise.

He is very familiar with this couplet.

Because... that's what he wrote.

And the screenwriter of the popular "Chasing Wife Seventy-two" high-sweet drama is the red-faced monk.

It is precisely because he is the screenwriter that he knows some of the details in particular.

When the hero pursued the heroine to the thirty-sixth life, in order to increase the ratings, the red-faced monk took a risk and made a show operation, turning the heroine into a man in this life, not only that, but also married a wife and had children. happy family.

At this time, of course the male protagonist has crossed the gender barrier and is ready to lock him down.

But the wife of the heroine in this life came to her door, and she was furious.

At the same time that the plot was exploding, the ratings were also skyrocketing.

It's just that if you do it like this, the plot will not go smoothly.

In desperation, even if it violated the basic "rules" of the screenwriter, the red-faced monk had no choice but to come up with "Heavenly Soldier".

The hero was in a state of despair, and came to a small temple drunk.

In the small temple, drink wine and pay homage to Miaotian Zhenjun, who is made of clay and wood sculpture.

Then I had a dream.

After waking up from the dream, everything was upside down.

Dreams become reality and reality become dreams.

In this way, the knot was finally untied, and the plot of the whole story was able to continue in the future.

Not only that, in the future plots, Zhenjun Miaotian will always appear as a "master key". Once the hero and heroine encounter problems that cannot be resolved, they will pray to Zhenjun Miaotian, the "good big brother".

After that, every bad luck turns good, and every death becomes good luck.

And the hole dug in Zhenjun Miaotian was so big that the red-faced monk didn't know how to fill it in the end.

Simply after a few sentences, it's just nothing.

Let the audience to use their imagination.

"The name may be a coincidence... But even the couplets on the left and right sides of the statue are the same... This is a bit unreasonable!" The red-faced monk was puzzled and panicked.

The mentality of "playing" relaxedly, completely began to collapse.

"No...not right!"

"Maybe my memory was read!"

"This Miaotian Zhenjun...can't really exist, someone is plotting against me." The red-faced monk hurriedly calmed down, and then began to silently recite the meditation mantra passed down by the sect.

"Dreams are not dreams, worlds are not worlds, you and I are not you and me, who are others?"

"Liang Xiandi! You and I drink three hundred cups at night and discuss all kinds of things together. How can we see our old friend now, but are so unfamiliar and indifferent?" A voice suddenly sounded, but it made the red-faced monk tremble.

His surname is not Liang, but Bao.

But the actor in that play is surnamed Liang.

And what he can't say to others is... the hero in that play, part of the experience is his real experience.

And when he was traveling in a certain world, he did use the pseudonym 'Liang Zhong'.

The breath of the red-faced monk was flowing all over his body, and he said with a stiff expression: "Senior, don't make such jokes with me. We are from the Wandao Sect of the Baotong Realm. Our master is Taiwu Daoist, and our patriarch is Immortal Mengji."

But listening to that voice, he sighed and said: "It really is a meeting in a dream, and I don't recognize the person in the dream. There is cause and effect in the world, and you helped me to make a name for myself in Baotong. Today, when you and I meet in this world, it should be a different world. .Now it seems that I am self-righteous!"

"Forget it! Forget it! I will teach you a piece of Fa today."

"In the past, the kindness and kindness were scattered. You don't owe me, and I don't owe you. It's also solid."

After finishing speaking, the voice spontaneously began to 'chant scriptures' in the ear of the red-faced monk.

The red-faced monk resisted at first, but after hearing a few words, he was shocked again, and he no longer felt contemptuous.

As the words heard deepened, a deep sense of annoyance also began to rise rapidly.

"No! I can't miss the opportunity."

"I once heard that there is a great power who transforms the Tao through dreams, and a little spiritual light disperses hundreds of millions of worlds. At the same time, he cultivates, connects with each other, and knows the heavens at the same time. Miaotian Zhenjun... Maybe I didn't fabricate it out of thin air, but there really is such a true monarch. It's just me I happened to meet his inspiration, and then I had a flash of inspiration, recorded it, and turned it into the play."

Intestines are knotting!

Goodnight everybody!