The Monk

Chapter 270: On Wine

He is really happy, living in the world of monsters, killing fierce beasts all day long, and drinking blood. He has finally cultivated into a human form. When his strength has increased, he doesn't bother to fight with beasts anymore. He feels that he is superior to all things in the valley, and he secretly recognizes in his heart that humans are the lord of all things. He also thinks that he is a human being, but he cannot break away from the shackles of the Valley of Refining Gods. He is still in the company of monsters and beasts. Even if cultivators see him, they are afraid of panic or get angry and fight. He has never talked to people calmly, and has never had the opportunity to integrate. The world he yearned for so much.

So when he saw Zhang Zhen, he didn't kill him immediately, so he kept him with the idea of ​​getting acquainted with him. Zhang Awei was a timid and obedient person, so he coaxed Hu Ping with clothes and food, making Hu Ping think that this is how people get along with each other, so he and Zhang Awei drank one cup after another happily.

He drank a lot but said few words. Zhang Wen felt that the big tiger was pitiful, so he raised his glass and said, "I know the way out. You can go out with me to find Jiangnan."

Hu Pingping smiled: "You want to trick me into letting you go?" The words were cold and harsh, but under the smile, it looked more like a joke.

Zhang Awei shook his head slightly, knowing that the big tiger was not angry, so he didn't bother to explain. He took out dozens of bottles of spiritual wine and a bunch of fresh vegetables from his waist and pushed them to Hu Ping: "Keep it and drink it slowly. If you have a chance, I'll drink it later." Bring it to you again.”

Hu Ping chuckled: "Luring me with wine and food, haha, are you afraid that I won't let you go?"

Zhang Aifeng said seriously: "No, I just want to give it to you."

Hu Ping suppressed his smile and looked carefully at Zhang Awei to confirm that he was not telling lies. He nodded lightly and said, "I believe you."

Zhang Feng didn't say anything anymore, raised his glass to Hu Ping, and raised his neck to kill him. Hu Ping drank with him and suddenly said: "I can't get out. If I want to get out, I have to force my way into the tower outside."

"What's going on with that tower? Isn't it the Temple of Refining?" Zhang Ai asked.

Huping explained: "The name of the Refining Temple and the Refining Valley is given by you humans. When you break into the tower, you enter from the gate at the bottom of the tower, but when we break into the tower, we enter from the top. The tower is nine stories high, and we only know that the fourth floor has The boundless sea water, and the rest are all illusions. To put it simply, that tower is a very powerful magic circle. No matter how you go, there is only one exit at the end. You can get out from the bottom in just three floors. We go from the top down. , but it takes two more floors than you. The cultivation of monsters is not easy, and even breaking into the tower requires more torture. This shows how unfair God is!"

Listening to his words, Zhang Wen understood something. For thousands of years, no cultivator has ever really broken through the fourth level. That's why there are absurd legends about those who have passed the ninth level and can transform into gods. This is not a lie. What?

It is easy to understand that passing the first three levels can help improve your practice and memorize the information of each challenger. The magic circle of the Temple of Refining directly affects the mind and brain of the challenger. The perception of the challenger is the key to activating the formation. In the tower, everything in your mind will be revealed nakedly. Unless you can also deceive yourself, there will be nothing to hide. Once you have gone through these mental and mental experiences, it is not difficult to advance to the next level.

Thinking of this, Zhang Ke secretly praised that the Temple Refining Formation was so awesome. It could explore people's consciousness and help people practice. The success or failure of right and wrong could all be determined by his own thoughts.

Huping continued: "We broke into the tower from the top and walked down from the ninth floor. However, since I have cultivated human form, I have never seen anyone break below the sixth floor. I even suspected that this was a big lie. "Having said that, he got up, went back to the stone house, took out a piece of animal skin, handed it to Zhang Ain and continued: "The stone house and the stone bench have all existed for a long time, including this picture, which was there when I was born."

Zhang Bin took it over and looked at it. It was a square picture half a meter long and wide. It was made of unknown animal skin. It was smooth and hairless on both sides, one side was gray and the other was white. It was flexible and strong. On the white side was the Temple of Refining. If you look closely, you will find that the so-called nine-story pagoda is actually composed of multiple spells and countless runes connected together. Only on the fourth floor is a vast ocean, with two doors standing in the front and back.

Hu Ping said: "I have this picture, but I still can't get through the third floor, alas." He let out a long sigh, looking quite helpless.

Zhang Awei looked at the picture carefully, looking at it inch by inch, rune by rune, but no matter how he looked at it, he couldn't understand the formation. He couldn't help but feel horrified. If someone pretends to tell you what this formation is about, you don't understand it. Nothing? Turning over the back, there are some scattered words written on the gray animal skin, such as misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, fishing alone in the cold river and snow, and other words. The east and west corners appear crookedly, as if they were written casually when bored, half a meter in size. Sifang Xiang wrote about a hundred sentences in total. He raised his head and asked, "Did you see the Jiangnan you mentioned here?"

Hu Ping nodded and admitted, "Isn't there a place like Jiangnan?" The only place name on the map is Jiangnan. It appears many times in beautiful words, making it look moving and extraordinary, like a paradise that can only be found in dreams.

It's just that although these words are beautiful, they are scattered and unwritten. When you look at them alone, you can see that the words are gorgeous and have different artistic conceptions. When piled together, they have no content at all. It seems that it is these words that encourage Huping to yearn for the human world.

Turning over the map and looking again, there are two doors on the fourth floor of the sea. One is written in and the other is written out. He walked through the door to enter, but where does the door to exit lead to? Could it be Jiangnan? Zhang was afraid that he was also curious.

Hu Ping grabbed the animal skin and threw it back to the stone house. He raised his glass and said, "If the food in this world is so delicious, it would be worth my while to break into the tower several times. Come and have a drink."

Zhang suddenly thought of Lin Sen. One was in the human world and was forced to hide underground, while the other was isolated from the world and wanted to enter the human world. What they had in common was the same loneliness. They lived with babies and monsters, but no one could talk to them. Thinking of this, he forgot about Hu Ping's terror, and drank a glass with him. After filling the glass, he raised the glass and said: "The universe is great in the wine, and the sun and moon are long in the pot. Drink."

Hu Ping drank it readily: "That's good, that's good, but it's a pity that I didn't have a chance to drink before."

Fu Ling woke up at this time and was surprised to see the harmonious relationship between the two. Why is the big tiger not scary anymore? Seeing two people drinking water again, he jumped up and asked, "What water? I want to drink it too." He grabbed the wine glass from Zhang Wear's hand and drank it in one gulp. He immediately choked and turned red. He dropped the glass and shouted, "Why is the water so spicy?" ?”

Hu Ping was made to laugh, and the two became friends over wine, and they had a happy time together.

After drinking, Hu Ping went into the stone house to rest. Zhang Ai closed his eyes and meditated on the formation diagram of the Temple of Refining. The fourth floor is the key. No matter whether you enter from the top or the bottom of the tower, the end point is on the fourth floor. The final goal is written on that line. A small door, but where does that door lead to? Can I come back after entering? And those two black-faced monsters, when it comes to the terrifying power in the water, maybe even Hu Ping can't get enough of them. After all, there is only water there.

Turning around, I saw a lonely fishing rod standing by the lake. A silk thread hung from the tip of the rod into the water, causing ripples on the lake. A silver hook hung under the water. The insects on the hook had long been eaten by the fish, leaving only The silver light shone slightly with a cold light. Zhang Ain walked to the lake and squatted down, stirring the surface of the lake with his hand. There were sea spirits in the water of the Temple of Refining. The loneliness there was even worse than that of Hu Ping in the valley. He thought of Lin Sen again, and felt sad for a while. Why are the creations of heaven and earth always unavailable? Satisfactory?