Purgatory Artist

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

Liu Pingchao added various ingredients to the iron pan, and the boiling aroma diffused.

"Enough firewood, no need to add more."

He said.

The two people headed back, but they were kicked away by the old Tao who was lying under the tree.

"Go go, don't come and squeeze me."

The old man grabbed the gourd, drank a sip of wine, took a bite of the dish, and it was very uncomfortable to eat.

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

"The soup is ready."

"Put a bowl for me to taste."

"…how?"

"Yes, it's delicious."

The master and the apprentice ate and drank, and soon time passed.

After a meal, a few deer came with wild fruits and placed them gently in front of them.

Lao Dao grabbed a piece of fruit, gnawed two bites, and belched, "I ate a good meal today. Next time, let those bears, wolves, and so on find more mountain treasures. After all, they can't listen to your preaching for nothing."

Liu Ping held a bowl of soup and drank silently, without answering, as if full of thoughts.

"Hey, what's wrong with your kid?" Old Tao asked.

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

"I know you are thinking about it, so I ask you'what's wrong with you kid'."

"Oh."

"...What's wrong with your kid?"

"Master, I was wondering why things are like this."

"Which is it?"

"We cultivators must let go of a lot of thoughts before we can enter the realm of meditation, go up to the heavenly way, feel the underworld, understand the good fortune of the heaven and the earth, and be in harmony with the way..."

"Yes, what do you want to say?"

"With our existence, the seven emotions and six desires should be thinner than mortals, why not?"

While talking, Liu Ping thought of various ascetics.

An old man suddenly appeared in his mind.

Master of Jian Xiu Li Changxue—

The old man who sang "Baiyujing in the sky, the fifth floor of the Twelve City", lived several hundred years, and had to go to the brothel.

In fact, what is there to shop around in the brothel?

The realm comes when you meditate, with all kinds of wonderful feelings, isn't it a hundred times stronger than those superficial pleasures?

Liu Ping took another sip of the soup.

Li Changxue is a pure sword repairer, straight-hearted, not staying in the outside world except for the sword, until he is drugged, he has spring heart.

But her master and brothers, all of them are enthusiastic people.

What kind of way can this be repaired? What kind of fairy?

The spiritual practitioner should have only one desire—

That is to transcend the sea of ​​suffering and to live forever.

Liu Ping thought for a few breaths, and muttered in a low voice: "Something is wrong..."

"What's wrong?" Old Tao asked.

"There is something wrong with the atmosphere of our spiritual world." Liu Ping said.

"Where did you see it?" The old Dao squinted his eyes and asked casually.

"The sword repairer always has the sword art in his heart, and the swordsman also has the infinite sword intent, so he can cut off all evil thoughts-but other monks have to enter the state of selflessness every time they practice, although they are not as good as the sword repair swordsman. But it shouldn't be lusty." Liu Ping said.

"Maybe some people are scumbags?" Old Dao said casually.

"But most of the practitioners I have seen are scum...It doesn't make sense.

After Liu Ping finished speaking, he put down the soup bowl and took out the tortoise shell upright on the ground, and then took out a few coins and sprinkled it on the tortoise shell.

Jingle bells!

There was a clear and pleasant sound of impact, and the copper coins fell one after another, deeply buried in the soil.

Liu Ping raised his brows, and while looking at the hexagram, he quickly counted with his fingers.

"The earth moves, the earth is the body of human beings, what's wrong with the bodies of sentient beings?"

He muttered to himself suspiciously.

Click!

The tortoise shell suddenly cracked a crack, and then the entire tortoise shell cracked, turning into a piece of debris.

Liu Ping was startled.

The old Taoist showed his spirit and shouted: "Don't forget it! I'll worry about my life again!"

Liu Ping was also the first to notice the problem, and immediately took the hexagram from his hand.

"Strange, something is preventing me from counting...it's covering the secrets!"

He was a little unbelievable.

Old Tao stretched out his skinny hand, and quickly counted back and forth.

"Be careful, you've got a glimpse of the secrets of the heavens too much, and now you are the post-foundation cultivation base-your catastrophe is coming soon!" He said loudly.

boom-

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

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

The power between the sky and the earth is getting stronger and stronger, like an incomparably huge thing, looking down and examining itself.

Lines of burning small print quickly emerged:

"Notice!"

"Your catastrophe has begun!"

"There are so many unspeakable secrets in this catastrophe. Please do your best to save your life."

All small prints are collected at one time.

Liu Ping walked out of the woods and said without looking back: "Master, wait a moment, I'll be back when I cross the tribulation."

"Be careful!" Old Tao nodded.

Liu Ping's figure was lightly vertical, jumping several times in a row on the branches, and suddenly passed through the dense forest to a clearing by the river.

Clouds rolled in the sky, and thunder gleamed.

Groups of gray undercurrents descended from the sky, revolving around Liu Ping, as if peeping at him.

"A ghost?"

Liu Ping said in surprise.

In the Tribulation of the Golden Core, ghosts appeared from the very beginning, which is really a rare situation.

Those gray undercurrents gathered and gradually turned into a hideous monster, running around Liuping continuously.

"Practitioner, you have committed countless evil deeds. This calamity cannot be passed."

The demon said.

"Evil? What is it?"

Liu Ping's pupils shrank suddenly and asked softly.

He sensed death.

The aura fluctuations on this demon ghost were almost at the canonization realm, which was many times stronger than his own.

Death radiated from the demon, letting myself directly feel the ending.

You can't win at all.

-Only one death.

Could it be that the Heavenly Dao sent such a guy down to take his own life just because of such a trivial matter?

No…

Never heard of such a thing.

Dadao is ruthless and will never target a single individual in this way.

There must be something that I cannot understand, setting up such a process.

Is there any way to deal with it?

There is no way to fight.

The only way is-

Liu Ping raised his hand and quickly pinpointed the evolution and trend of the current situation.

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

"What kind of demon are you? How come I have never seen a demon like you?" Liu Ping frowned while counting.

The demon said: "Practitioner, you have committed countless evil deeds. "

It stared at Liu Ping stupidly, and the void around its body occasionally retreated to both sides, revealing the sight of another world.

In that world, countless corpses were vaguely piled up like a mountain.

This vision flashed by.

Everything returned to calm.

The next moment.

A thunder and lightning snaked like a snake from the sky.

The demon seized this moment, let out a roar, and disappeared in place.

Liu Ping's hand suddenly stopped.

Guacheng!

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

Judging from the hexagrams counted, the only vitality is—

On the left side, step forward.

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

Between the sparks and flints—

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

It was almost the same moment.

Seven or eight miles away from him, in the dense forest, by the fire.

The old Tao raised his hands dignifiedly, and quickly pinched a seal, UU reading www. uukanshu.com shouted in a low voice: "Illness!"

A moment has passed.

Liu Ping only felt that a huge body rushed over from his side with an irresistible force.

He flashed to the left, just to avoid its pounce.

A line of burning small print suddenly flashed:

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

Liu Ping's heart moved, before he could even think, he instinctively drilled forward.

The world disappeared.

A piece of emptiness and darkness are all around.

Something that exudes an aura of destruction flashed by.

-That is the thunder of heaven.

It was originally going to strike Liu Ping, but because Liu Ping got into the void, it suddenly fell through.

This moment is so thrilling.

Relying on the guidance of the hexagram technique, Liu Ping avoided the attack of the demon and the sky thunder that was almost inevitable, and fell into another world at once.

Liu Ping lightly landed on the ground, leaning back behind him with his full strength, while pinching his hands.

Behind him, a world is quickly disappearing.

-Practice the world!

Looking from where he was standing, it was completely possible to see that the demon just turned his head, an unwilling roar erupted from his mouth, and he continued to rush up.

The turbulent thunder light surrounds it, like its portable weapon, exuding a terrifying aura of destruction.

Huh!

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

-The connecting channel between the two worlds has disappeared.

The calculation in Liu Ping's hand also stopped.

"Survived..."

He murmured.

At this time, a gust of wind blew, and he was shocked to realize that he was in a cold sweat.

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