The old ancestor's painting style is always wrong

Shen Zhongyu looked at Zhang Zhihe on his lap, and couldn't help wondering if Zhang Zhihe was really so inexperienced that he predicted "the monk appeared and died" as "the monk appeared and transformed".But at this time, he couldn't care about it, so he had to take precautions.

Feeling the solemn atmosphere, Zhang Zhihe opened his eyes and looked up to see such a scene. Just as he was about to hold his sword, Shen Zhongyu held it down again, and hurriedly said, "Sir, I'm much better now."

"Lie down, good boy." Shen Zhongyu forcefully said two words, looking at the front with a solemn face, the Jingshan Sword and the measuring ruler came out together, like a dragon flying flood, like Bai Lian walking empty, turning up and down in the crowd Fly, toss the bold person who is still trying to take a step forward, and throw it into the distance.

Those people finally calmed down a bit when they had nowhere to go and there were pursuers behind them. They turned around and drew their weapons to deal with those ghost monks who looked hideous and terrifying.Fortunately, although those ghost monks had hideous faces, they had been dead for a long time after all, their movements were stiff, and their intelligence was not high.

Shen Zhongyu felt that the pressure was greatly relieved, and he was finally able to tease: "I thought you were really not proficient in divination."

Zhang Zhihe held back for a long time, then quietly said: "Actually, what you thought was right."

Hearing this, Shen Zhongyu could only pat Zhang Zhihe on the back wordlessly, it was too sincere.

Just when the place under the Great Buddha of Liantai Temple was full of fishy clouds and turned into a Shura hell, the place under Liantai Temple was not so peaceful. In the criss-crossed secret passages, a woman was holding a lamp and followed a monk in a hurry. Under the faint blue light of a remnant lamp, elongated shadows appeared on the ground, long skirts slipped across the dusty bluestone floor, and embroidered shoes occasionally stepped on pale bones, the scene was extremely eerie and desolate .

Under the leadership of the monk, they quickly walked into the underground secret room, the woman, He Lou Yanhong put down the lamp, estimated the distance, and said: "We are now under the Great Buddha.

"Yes." Monk Tingxiu looked obsessively at everything in front of him, except for a magic circle in the shape of a blooming lotus in the center of the secret room less than six feet square.The already faded and gray formation is gradually being filled with flowing blood red at this moment, like a child painting red, scattering the blood-colored shimmer under the dim light, the sweet and greasy smell of blood comes to the nostrils, making people drink too much Generally slightly drunk after drinking wine.

"Are you ready?" He Lou Yanhong closed her eyes, felt the abundant vitality filling the secret room, she couldn't help but feel ready to move, her eyes were like tears and blood, and her nose flapped excitedly, wanting to activate the essence of flesh and blood that activated the formation. absorbed into the body.

Monk Tingxiu saw that her situation was not right, and said quickly: "Ms. He Lou, if you can't bear it, you will make a big mess. When you find the time and space coordinates of the small world of lotus, you can do whatever you want in that small world." This, He Lou Yanhong became more and more excited, her well-developed breasts began to heave violently, her pretty face became distorted due to the excessive excitement, her lips were trembling and she could hardly speak a complete sentence, she just said tremblingly One sentence: "Are you really sure? Are you really sure?" Monk Tingxiu said lightly: "In order to find the small world of lotus, the poor monk spent 50 years searching for the time-space beacon from the pile of old papers, and tried every means to fix the time-space beacon. It took hundreds of years to become the gate of time and space, and finally let me find the method of blood sacrifice, do you think you are sure?"

"It's as good as you think." He Lou Yanhong smelled more and more bloody smell, almost couldn't control it, leaned back, leaned against the wall, and slid straight to the ground.

Monk Tingxiu grabbed her and began to recite the "Heart Sutra" to calm the riot caused by her backlash.In the sound of his chanting, He Lou Yanhong gradually calmed down, and said: "You have also seen that I am getting worse and worse."

"It's okay, it's okay." Monk Tingxiu said.

He Lou Yanhong closed her eyes tightly, leaned on Monk Tingxiu's shoulder, suppressed the violent bloodthirsty desire in her body, and after an unknown amount of time, she finally heard a sentence from the side: "The lotus is blooming."

As if hearing the sounds of nature, she opened her eyes and saw the center of the secret room. The blood red had already dyed the whole lotus red. Hundreds, thousands of textures formed a blood lotus flower that was extremely gorgeous and weird, exuding sweetness. And the fresh fragrance, seeing this holy and strange scene, seemed to see the hope of solving her own pain, she couldn't help but burst into tears, and said, "Is this good?"

When the lotus in the secret room blooms, on the ground about a hundred feet above the secret room, the lotus platform under the seat of the big Buddha also slowly blooms like a real fresh lotus.Shen Zhongyu felt weird and stepped back, not daring to approach.

But those ghost monks became more excited after seeing the lotus blooming, like a mad dog seeing a fleshy bone, they attacked more fiercely.The crowd couldn't resist, and fled to the center again. No matter how strong Ren Shen Zhongyu was, he couldn't stop so many people, and I don't know if it was because they were scared out of their minds by those ghost monks, they actually remembered that they were also monks, and used Magic weapon.

Zhang Zhihe also got up early, not hesitating to be seriously injured. Under Shen Zhongyu's main attack, he was walking around to assist the attack, breaking up the crowd again and again.It's just that they couldn't hold on for long, the two retreated again and again, only one step away from retreating into the weird lotus.

Zhang Zhihe thought of the phrase "the lotus blooms and escapes" that he calculated earlier, so he looked at Shen Zhongyu.Shen Zhongyu also thought of it, stretching out his hand to him, Zhang Zhihe repelled a wave of enemies tacitly, then took Shen Zhongyu's hand, borrowing strength, and threw himself into his arms.

Shen Zhongyu hugged her, pinched a escape, and rushed directly into the blood-colored lotus under the moonlight.

On the other side, He Lou Yanhong, who was also about to step into the lotus, couldn't hide the excitement in her eyes, and turned her head to look at Tingxiu with a charming smile.Seeing this, Tingxiu laughed too, and said, "Don't forget you promised me."

"Okay." He Lou Yanhong didn't look at him anymore, and stepped into the bloody light one step at a time.

As soon as the escape method was used, Shen Zhongyu bumped into a situation with Zhang Zhihe in his arms: as if being engulfed in the depths of the intense ocean current, his heart and lungs were squeezed heavily, his mouth and nose seemed to be covered and he couldn't help it. breathe.Zhang Zhihe let out a muffled snort, and passed out immediately.Shen Zhongyu gritted her teeth, felt it, and then roughly knew where she had gone.

This is a damaged gate of time and space. In addition to the turbulent flow of time and space that has been roaring past, there are also a lot of space fog and broken space. people learned.

Shen Zhongyu couldn't help cursing: God damn it, how strong and heaven-defying are Zhang Zhihe after forming alchemy? !Human robbery and land robbery are already so difficult to resolve?What will Heavenly Tribulation look like? !

But he also knew that it was because he himself was not tolerated by heaven and earth that the disaster would be aggravated when the two were together.Therefore, while complaining, he released the measuring ruler, and the shining jade light protected the two of them, drifting with the current in the turbulent flow of time and space, stumbling, not knowing where they would hit in the next moment.

After bumping into the mist of space a few more times, the jade light that could only stick to the two of them retracted into Shen Zhongyu's dantian with a whimper. Huaguang clung to the two of them tightly, splitting all the obstacles they bumped into.

Shen Zhongyu simply smeared the blood from his lips on Zhang Zhihe's clothes, which were all blood anyway.After an unknown period of time, there was no such difference in the turbulent flow of time and space.

The two fell out of the gate of the time-space beacon, falling straight down like a meteor falling to the ground.At midnight, a meteor flew across the sky and fell directly on the top of the mountain.

Rolling down from the top of the mountain with Zhang Zhihe in his arms, Shen Zhongyu's mana was exhausted, and the Jingshan sword, which was almost scrap iron, also returned to his dantian, inevitably colliding with rocks and trees head-on. Ordinary people are comparable, even if they stumble like this, when they come to a complete stop, Shen Zhongyu can still breathe.

He felt it, and his viscera were almost all ruptured and bleeding. Fortunately, the spiritual energy in this world is very sufficient, and he should be able to walk normally after a night of tortoise breathing.It's just that now, his dantian is empty, and he doesn't have a trace of mana anymore. He's afraid that he will be taken back by wild beasts after the tortoise's breath.

He thought for a while, and finally came up with a way. He took out a yellow talisman from his sleeve, but it was different from ordinary Taoist talismans. It was painted with silver hooks on it, and only had a sword character written on it. It was the sword talisman written by Zhang Zhihe that day. With such a sword intent, it is estimated that no beast mountain spirit would dare to come.

He put the sword talisman under his head, and hugged Zhang Zhi and Guixi, who were still unconscious, into meditation.