Infernal Artist

Two human heads rolled around, pushing branches into the fire.

Liu Ping added various ingredients into the iron pot, and the aroma of boiling wafted out.

"There is enough firewood, no need to add more."

he said.

The two heads retreated, but they were kicked away by the old man lying under the tree.

"Go, go, don't squeeze in with me."

The old Taoist grabbed the gourd, drank a sip of wine, picked up a bite of vegetables, and ate very comfortably.

Liu Ping held the pot and cooked it for a while, then said:

"The soup is ready."

"Put a bowl in and let me have a taste."

"……how?"

"Not bad, very delicious."

The master and apprentice ate and drank, and time passed quickly.

After finishing the meal, several deer came with wild fruits in their mouths and placed them gently in front of the two of them.

The old Taoist grabbed a fruit, took two bites of it, burped and said, "I had a good meal today. Next time, let those bears and wolves find more delicacies. After all, they can't listen to your sermon in vain, right?"

Liu Ping was holding a bowl of soup and drinking it silently, without answering, as if he was full of thoughts.

"Hey, what's wrong with you kid?" the old man asked.

"Master, I'm thinking about a question."

"I know you are thinking about something, so I ask you, 'What's wrong with you?'"

"oh."

"...What happened to your kid?"

"Master, I'm wondering why things are like this."

"What is it like?"

"We cultivators must let go of many thoughts before we can enter the state of meditation. We can feel the heaven above, feel the netherworld below, understand the creation of heaven and earth, and be consistent with the Tao..."

"That's right. What do you want to say?"

"For beings like us, the seven emotions and six desires should be lighter than those of ordinary people. Why not?"

As Liu Ping spoke, he thought of various ascetics.

Suddenly an old man appeared in his mind.

Sword cultivator Li Changxue’s master——

The old man who sang "White Jade in the Sky, Twelve Cities and Five Floors" has lived hundreds of years and still goes to visit brothels.

In fact, what is there to see in a brothel?

When you meditate, when you reach a state of mind, you will experience all kinds of wonderful and indescribable feelings. Isn’t it a hundred times stronger than those superficial physical pleasures?

Liu Ping took another sip of soup.

Li Changxue is a pure sword cultivator. He is straight-minded and does not stagnate with the outside world except for the sword. It was not until he was drugged that he became passionate.

But her master and fellow apprentices were all people with blazing hearts.

What kind of way can this be? What kind of god do you want to be?

A practitioner should have only one desire -

That is to transcend the sea of ​​suffering and gain eternal life.

Liu Ping pondered for a few breaths and murmured in a low voice: "Something is wrong..."

"What's wrong?" asked the old man.

"There's something wrong with the atmosphere in our practice community," Liu Ping said.

"Where did you see it?" The old man narrowed his eyes and asked seemingly casually.

"Sword cultivators always have sword skills in mind, and swordsmen also have the indomitable sword intention, so they can cut off all evil thoughts - but other monks also have to enter a state of selflessness every time they practice, although they are not as good as sword cultivators. , but you shouldn’t have burning desires." Liu Ping said.

"Maybe some people are just scum?" the old Taoist said casually.

"But most of the practitioners I see are scumbags... This doesn't make sense.

After Liu Ping finished speaking, he put down the soup bowl, took out the tortoise shell and placed it squarely on the ground. Then he took out a few copper coins and sprinkled them on the tortoise shell.

Ding-ding-ding-ding!

With a crisp and sweet impact, the copper coins fell one after another and were buried deeply in the soil.

Liu Ping raised his eyebrows, and while looking at the hexagrams, he calculated quickly with his fingers.

"The earth moves. The earth is a human body. What's wrong with the bodies of sentient beings?"

He muttered to himself doubtfully.

Click!

The tortoise shell suddenly cracked a crack, and then the whole thing cracked and turned into fragments.

Liu Ping was stunned.

The old Taoist's eyes flashed brightly and he shouted: "Don't forget it! If you do it again, your life may be in danger!"

Liu Ping also noticed the problem immediately and immediately put away the hexagram in his hand.

"Strange, something is preventing me from continuing my calculations...it's blocking the secrets of heaven!"

He said in disbelief.

But the old man stretched out his skinny hand and quickly calculated back and forth.

"Be careful, you are looking too far into the secrets of heaven. In addition, you are now in the late stage of Foundation Establishment - your catastrophe is about to come!" He said loudly.

boom--

A dark blue thunder and lightning appeared in the night sky.

Liu Ping slowly stood up and looked up into the sky.

The power between heaven and earth is getting stronger and stronger, like an extremely huge thing, looking down on itself and examining itself.

Lines of burning small characters appeared quickly:

"Notice!"

"Your catastrophe has begun!"

"There are many unspeakable secrets in this disaster. Please go all out to save your life."

Collect all the fine print.

Liu Ping walked out of the woods and said without looking back: "Master, wait a moment, I will come back after I have overcome the tribulation."

"Be careful!" The old Taoist nodded.

Liu Ping jumped slightly, jumped on the branches several times, and immediately passed through the dense forest and came to an open space next to the river.

Clouds rolled in the sky, and thunder flashed.

Groups of gray undercurrents fell from the sky, spinning around Liu Ping, as if they were peeping at him.

"Ghost?"

Liu Ping said in surprise.

It is really a rare situation that a ghost comes from the very beginning of the Golden Core Tribulation.

Those gray undercurrents gathered together and gradually manifested into a ferocious-looking demon that kept running around Liu Ping.

"Practitioner, you have committed countless evil deeds, and you will not be able to survive this calamity."

The demon spoke up.

"Evil deed? What evil deed is it?"

Liu Ping's pupils shrank suddenly and he asked softly.

He sensed death.

The aura fluctuations on this demon ghost's body are almost at the level of sainthood, many times stronger than mine.

Death emanated from the demon and ghost, allowing him to directly sense the ending.

There is no way to win.

——Only one death.

Could it be that just because of such a hexagram, Heaven sent such a guy to take his life?

No……

Never heard of such a thing.

The Great Dao is ruthless and will never target a single individual like this.

There must be something that I can't understand that set up such a process.

Is there any way to deal with it?

When it comes to fighting, there is absolutely no way.

The only way is——

Liu Ping raised his hand and quickly calculated the evolution and direction of the current situation.

The demon ghost said: "Practitioner, you have committed countless evil deeds, and you will not be able to survive this calamity."

"What kind of monster are you? Why have I never seen a monster like you?" Liu Ping frowned while calculating.

The demon ghost said: "Practitioner, you have committed countless evil deeds, and you will not be able to survive this calamity."

It stared at Liu Ping with a dull expression, and the void around it occasionally retreated to both sides, revealing the scene of another world.

In that world, countless corpses could be seen piling up like mountains.

This vision passed by in a flash.

Everything returned to calm.

The next moment.

A snake-like thunder and lightning struck down from the sky.

The demon seized this moment, roared, and disappeared.

Liu Ping's hand suddenly stopped.

The hexagram is completed!

The opponent rushed over, but he was so fast that he couldn't even see clearly.

Judging from the hexagrams calculated, the only hope is——

Turn your left side and step forward.

This is a calculated result. If you don't believe it, there will be no other way to deal with it.

Between the lightning and flint——

Liu Ping gritted his teeth, turned to the left, and then took a step forward.

Almost at the same moment.

Seven or eight miles away from him, in a dense forest, next to a fire.

The old Taoist raised his hands with a solemn expression, quickly made a seal, and shouted in a low voice: "Jiu!"

A moment passed.

Liu Ping only felt a huge body rushing past him with irresistible force.

He dodged to the left, just in time to avoid its attack.

A line of burning small words suddenly flashed:

"Attention! The world behind this monster has opened a gap, just one meter in front of you!"

Liu Ping's heart moved. He didn't even have time to think, so he instinctively dived forward.

The world disappears.

A void and darkness spread all around.

Something exuding an aura of destruction flashed past.

——That is the thunder of heavenly tribulation.

It was originally going to hit Liu Ping, but because Liu Ping got into the void, it suddenly missed.

This moment is so thrilling.

With the guidance of the hexagram technique, Liu Ping avoided the attacks of demons and ghosts, avoided the almost certain thunder from the sky, and suddenly fell into another world.

Liu Ping landed lightly on the ground, and used all his strength to reach behind him with his spiritual thoughts, while he kept calculating with his hands.

Behind him, a world was disappearing rapidly.

——The world of practice!

From where he stood, he could clearly see that the monster had just turned around, roared unwillingly, and continued to charge forward.

Raging lightning surrounded it, like its portable weapons, exuding a terrifying aura that destroyed everything.

Uh-huh!

The monster rushed towards Liu Ping with the breath of death, but suddenly disappeared from his face.

——The connecting channel between the two worlds disappeared.

Liu Ping's calculations also stopped.

"Survived..."

he murmured.

At this moment, a gust of wind blew, and he was startled to realize that he was breaking out in a cold sweat.