Purgatory Artist

An hour later.

There are no other people waiting in Baxianlou.

Layers of practitioners floated in the air, enclosing the entire building, and from time to time some practitioners were ordered to go to various places in the city to search for information.

In the building, there are already a few grand master chairs, on which the big men of the martial arts sit.

Sitting in the center are three middle-aged men wearing Taoist robes.

Their expressions were serious, and their expressions showed a murderous intent.

"You said—that kid slapped you a few times, and you're all right?"

The Taoist in the center said.

The fortune-teller knelt on the ground and said tremblingly:

"Yes, fairy master, I definitely didn't lie, he really took a few shots, and I was fine, and then—"

She peeked at the ground aside.

Several corpses were there.

As if he noticed her gaze, another Taoist asked:

"You said they charged you thirty cents?"

"Yes."

"Where are these disciples under my sect?"

"Twenty taels of gold."

"Twenty taels of gold? It's worth asking them to heal you once, but how did the dispute arise in the end?"

When the woman recalled that scene, her whole body trembled suddenly.

"At the time, it was-it was -"

She turned pale and muttered incessantly, almost unable to speak.

—It's really scary.

When it was, the child drew a fire stick from his waist.

Several cultivators met and sneered: "With this thing, you want to fight us?"

"Already worthy of you." The child laughed.

Then the child held a fire stick and slashed across the space.

He was unremarkable when he shot, and even because his stature was much shorter than that of a fire stick, he looked somewhat awkward when he swung the stick.

However, with this random stroke, several monks did not even hide—

The woman never figured out why those monks didn't hide.

Can't avoid it?

Still feel that there is no need to hide at all?

have no idea.

But they all had their throats severed by the fire stick, and their necks twisted to the ground.

"Kill!"

Someone yelled.

The whole restaurant was in chaos, and everyone ran away crying and crying, and soon they went to the empty building.

He also ran back with the maids and nurses, and finally returned home to hide.

Unexpectedly, if an hour is not up, an immortal master will come to ask about the situation.

Right now, I am kneeling here, and I don't know how it will end.

Thinking of this, and thinking of the smile at the corner of her mouth when the blind child murdered, the woman trembling constantly, fighting with two rows of teeth, she couldn't utter a word in a daze.

The three monks looked at each other.

"I come."

A monk took two steps forward and put his hand on the woman's forehead.

Search for souls!

Take a breath,

Two breaths,

The monk sighed and said, "A few Qi-refining disciples have provoke this kind of demon. I really don't know how to die."

A companion asked: "Who is it?"

"I don't know, I only know the kid's trick-the old man can't hide it."

"What did you say!"

The two companions said with horror.

…

Wilderness.

The two figures are running fast.

"Master, where are we going?" the child asked.

"Go back to the temple to pack up and run away." The old man said.

"Master, today the disciple used the means you taught to break the enemy, are you happy or not?" the child asked.

"Huh! Obviously give them enough face, but in the end they still want to kill us. The current practice world is really not as good as our time, alas." The old Tao said angrily.

"In your age?"

"Yes, our age is much peaceful."

"Would you not fight like this?"

"No, we usually wait for everyone to be together before we fight. It's like this group of newcomers. A few people dare to come up and kill people, and in the end they are killed by you-stupid!"

"Master, which side are you on? By the way, Master, you are actually angry because you haven't eaten enough?"

"Yes, I'll just say it straight! Finally, the dishes are ready, I have not eaten the sweet and sour fish, you kill people when you get started, is it a good thing to kill? Wouldn't you say a few more words? I'll do it when I'm full?"

"Master said, yes, when will Master teach me more tricks?"

"You have realized that you have reached the pinnacle. It's time to teach you something new. Let's talk about it when you settle down later."

They suddenly stopped in shape.

In front is the ruined temple where the two lived.

Tigers, wolves, bears, foxes, wild dogs, deer, birds and other animals lined up in a row, quietly waiting in front of the temple.

"At a young age, make friends with friends." Old Dao shook his head and went straight into the temple to pack things.

"What's the matter with you?" Liu Ping asked.

A deer stepped forward slowly, vomiting, "We want to follow you and hear the teachings from time to time."

Liu Ping smiled and said, "I don't care about the food here, and the rest is up to you. Come if you want."

The beasts suddenly cheered.

The old Dao waved his sleeves in the temple, packed his things away, and saw this scene when he walked out.

He glanced at Liu Ping and smiled with wrinkles blooming.

"Little ghosts are clever. They take so many birds and beasts to walk with them. No matter when they are hungry, they can still kill them and eat fresh ones," he said through a voice transmission.

Liu Ping said helplessly: "These are for monasticism, so you can't eat them."

"Do you really expect to bring a group of demons up and become your team?" The old man asked in surprise.

"No, there are some things we can't always do in person in the future-we have to practice, how can they have so much time to help." Liu Ping said.

"Let them light a fire and cook in the future."

"Yes, Master."

The two moved their bodies and shuttled among the mountains and forests.

The beasts also followed, all the way to a more remote place.

"Master, the disciple has something to ask."

Liu Ping asked as he flew forward.

"What's the matter?" Old Tao asked.

"Have you heard that the world is actually alive." Liu Ping asked.

— I have never seen the magnificence and weirdness of the ten thousand worlds before, let alone the existence of weirdness, so I have never asked such a topic.

Master knows the knowledge of the heavens and the world, and maybe he knows some in this respect.

"Hahaha, of course there is spirit in the world." Old Tao said with a smile.

Liu Ping lifted up his spirits and quickly said, "Really? Can we see it?"

"See him... I'm afraid you won't see him for a long time." Old Tao said deeply.

"He's not in this world?" Liu Ping asked.

"Six Paths of Reincarnation-these are six consecutive worlds. It is not easy for such a world spirit to grow up." Old Tao said.

Liu Ping was shocked.

Yes.

I didn't expect it.

The sequence once said that the power of the spirit is a high power comparable to nightmares.

But what I saw in the world of ten thousand realms was that the spirit had been unable to contend with the nightmare monsters.

-Although the spirit can expand the world, there are various spiritual skills!

Is it because those spirits are not strong enough?

Liu Ping's thoughts flickered, and he said: "Can we call the spirit of the six reincarnations?"

"I'm afraid not, because our human world is also incomplete-this world is only a small part of the real human world." The old Tao replied earnestly.

Liu Ping nodded slightly.

Yes.

In this parallel world, the six reincarnations are incomplete.

"No way?" he asked.

"According to the ancient books that have been lost, there is actually a way..."

"any solution?"

"Bonus!"

"Bonus?"

"Yes, doing everything that is conducive to the growth of the six realms of reincarnation is merit. After the merit is enough, the six realms of reincarnation will naturally give back."

"Does it still know what I want?"

"Nonsense, the so-called God's will in the dark, if you have enough merit, your destiny will usher in a turn for the better, let alone some small wishes."

"Bonus... Doesn't it mean that you can only do good deeds and kill people."

"You little devil, don't just think about killing people every day. Merit can only be accumulated by saving sentient beings and doing good deeds."

"Don't kill... Don't kill... Tsk."

As they talked, the dense forest came to an end and a river came into view.

A figure stood in front of the river, blocking the way.

"Baishanzong, head, Qian Yuanhe."

The man signed up.

"It turns out to be Brother Qian Dao," Old Dao said with a smile, "Come here, I don't know any suggestions?"

"I heard that you killed my disciple in the Eight Immortals Tower." Qian Yuanhe said coldly.

The voice fell.

Practitioners gradually appeared in the surrounding woods.

Old Dao and Liu Ping Ping looked at each other.

"You didn't count it?" the two asked each other in unison.

"Fleeing such a serious matter has already threatened Master's life. I thought Master would take care of it. Who knew that Master would be lazy even in such a thing," Liu Ping accused.

"You have the face to say that you are a teacher? You had to count before killing someone. How come running away is not counted?" the old Dao said aggressively.

"Why have I been afraid of being chased and killed in my life? Let him do this, but it still needs to be counted?" The five-year-old child said boldly and dryly, patting his chest.

"Enough!" The money master on the opposite side shouted, "Do you think about how to die?"

The two paused.

The veteran said with a sad face: "The so-called enemies should be resolved and not be settled. Money is in charge. I have a lot of practice methods here. Why don't we compensate you for a few copies, let's give it up?"

"Gong law compensation...it is what it should be. If you really have a good practice, it's not a bad idea to shake hands, but I still have one request." Qian Yuanhe said.

"But it's okay. I can understand your feelings. As long as I can do it, I will definitely be satisfied." The old road said with a smile.

"Hand over the blind boy behind you. He killed my disciple, just to pay for his life." Qian Yuanhe said.

The old Dao's complexion gradually changed, and a mighty power rose from his body.

His sleeve was suddenly pulled.

"Ok?"

"Master, I want merit, don't kill people."

"You kid—what do you say?"

"Master has his own way, doesn't he?"

The power of the old Dao fell back again, and he coughed lightly: "It's true that we are in the same vein in practice, but the hexagrams dare to be the number one in the world. It is better for me to count the three hexagrams for you Baishanzong. The grievances between you and me are wiped out, how?"

"Guashu is number one in the world? It's a big tone. UU reading www.uukanshu.com" Qian Master sneered.

"If there is a lie, the next time Heavenly Tribulation will be struck to death by thunder." Old Dao said, arching his hands.

There was a commotion among the cultivators on the opposite side.

Dare to speak with Thunder Tribulation, it seems to be somewhat true.

Is Guashu the number one in the world...

If there is such a method, it will be enough to help the sect to calculate many things, so as to avoid all kinds of disasters.

In contrast, the lives of a few named disciples are not so important.

Head Qian groaned: "How do I know if your hexagram technique is true or false."

"It's very simple, the old man tries to count a trigram for you, and you naturally know the true and false." Old Tao said.

"Then you count it, even if I—my name, you already know, I am three hundred and fifty years old, and I have practiced Taoism for three hundred and thirty years." Head Qian said.

The old way counted silently.

Liu Ping was aside, silently relieved.

-It seems that I can't fight anymore, and I'm doing the fortune-telling for the other side, so I should help them.

Master's hexagram technique has nothing to say, it can definitely be calculated accurately.

So the matter here is a foregone conclusion.

Suddenly, Liu Ping noticed that Master's body was trembling slightly.

Ok?

what's the situation?

He looked towards the master and saw that he looked weird, as if something was in his throat.

strangeness!

Liu Ping silently pinched and said, forget it.

The old Tao suddenly said, "Money, I have already forgotten your business."

"How? Feel free to talk about it, I don't think you are correct." Qian Shoumen said.

"you-"

"Master, stop!" Liu Ping suddenly shouted.

But it was too late.

I saw the old Dao eagerly said: "Your wife has been stealing people for three hundred years. Can I calculate this for sure?"

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