The world is an actor

Chapter 164 A work of ingenuity, Martial Buddha hits the fou!
Ka Chi Ka Chi
In the compound of Kuhan Temple, Master Qingsong and Master Rou Yu lowered their heads, silently gnawing on the cornbread in their hands.

"Who is this!"

Taking a sneak peek at Chen Yimou who looked like a supervisor, Master Qingsong felt extremely indignant.

Originally, everyone gathered together and waited for the plot to change.

The program team prepares to remember bitterness and think sweetness, and the script does not require forceful eating. It is just an atmosphere prop to increase Fang Xiu's subconscious recognition of the authenticity of the world.

But Chen Yimou insisted on pretending to be coercive, and even made him gnaw along with him!

"I'd like to sacrifice 20 years of my life in exchange for another heart attack for Chen Yimou!" Master Qingsong clenched his fists and swore.

"Ahahaha, Master Fang's praise, this old man is just a grain of sand among all living beings, wishing to be a step ladder for all living beings to reach the Paradise of Ultimate Bliss!"

Chen Yimou, the abbot of Hankuo, laughed loudly with a Buddhist bead in his hand.

As a senior director in the industry with high artistic attainments, Chen Yimou's acting skills are not inferior to professional actors, and his lines are even higher.

In just three to five minutes, he not only managed to strike up a conversation with Fang Xiu, but also had a lively conversation, and even set up an eminent monk who was worried about the country and the people, and I went to hell.

It's just half a cornbread in my hand, and I haven't moved it again.

"The poor monk has not eaten a trace of meat since he was three years old, even eggs!" Chen Yimou said flatly.

"Master, the true Buddha nature is extraordinary!"

Fang Xiu nodded repeatedly.

I always feel that the great monk in front of me is a bit vain.

But looking at the monks who really couldn't be more real around him, Fang Xiu felt that he should be thinking too much.

"Thank you, brother, for being so quick, is this done?"

While talking, Xie Sanfeng also received the fast meal, sat down beside Fang Xiu, and ate up the chaffy buns in a few mouthfuls.

Fang Xiu looked at it in amazement.

For those who practice martial arts, this little thing is not enough to fill the teeth.

"Ah San, you are still growing, eat more!"

Daoist Qingsong saw the straw to save his life, and grabbed most of Rouyu's cornbread, and gave it to Xie Sanfeng together with his own.

"Thank you, Master!"

Xie Sanfeng didn't dislike it either, he took a few mouthfuls and ate it, he rubbed his stomach, still feeling a little unsatisfied.

"I have some demon pills, if you don't mind, chew a few to moisten your throat!"

Fang Xiu took out a handful of Xuelin Fat Pills from his backpack, and distributed two or three pills to the surrounding people.

Bran buns are too astringent.

Xuelin Zhidan, soft and waxy Q-bomb in the mouth, can relieve throat discomfort.

This thing kills a thousand.

Probably not worth a few bucks.

"Fang Xiu, it's not that I let go of my prejudices, it's that Wotou's throat is a little stuck!"

Master Qingsong smiled coldly, took the Xuelin Zhidan, stuffed it in his mouth, and chewed vigorously, not giving Chen Yimou a chance to wink at him.

Act as if you didn't see it!
Xuelin Zhidan, relaxes tendons and activates blood circulation, nourishes skin and moistens lungs, nourishes yin and strengthens yang, and prolongs life.

After one mouthful, Qingsong Daoist only felt his whole body was comfortable and ecstatic.

It's really a pill after a meal, it's better than a living god.

"You still hurt people!"

Daoist Rou Yu also smiled softly, took the Zhi Dan, and swallowed it in one gulp.

What you eat is what you earn!

Chen Yimou?
I do not see it!

"Brother Fang, I don't want it anymore!"

Bai Ling'er waved her hand. She ate dozens of this thing yesterday, and she was really tired of eating it.

"Abbot, you also take two pills!"

Fang Xiu scattered all the way in front of Chen Yimou, and wanted to give this eminent monk a few more tonics, but suddenly remembered that Chen Yimou didn't touch meat, so he quickly took it back.

"Fang Xiu is reckless, forgot that Master doesn't even eat eggs!"

Fang Xiu was apologetic, and gave Xie Sanfeng the remaining few.

"Ahahaha, it's okay, it's okay!"

Chen Yimou waved his hands calmly, but his eyes seemed uncontrollable, fixedly staring at the handful of demon pills in Xie Sanfeng's hand.

Why are my eyes full of tears?

Pity the lives of these blood-lin demon bears who gave birth to pills!

One hundred million, two hundred million, three hundred million...

Are you afraid of indigestion?
"This thing..."

Xie Sanfeng took a pill and put it in his mouth, frowned slightly, and said with a little disgust: "The quality is not too high, it's not like the pure-blooded Bloodlin Demon Bear. My father bought me a few bottles before, and the taste is better than this one. Much better, Senior Brother Fang, where did you get this? Next time I will go with you, I know that the quality of the pill produced by the devil bear is better!"

Throwing the remaining few into his mouth, Xie Sanfeng couldn't help but smack his lips and shake his head.

The taste is really bad!

7000 million pieces, no more!
"puff"

Chen Yimou could barely bear Fang Xiu's pills for everyone, but he looked at Xie Sanfeng with disgust.

Chen Yimou only felt that all the shamelessness in the world was concentrated on this stinky face.

what man.

Eat for free and pick and choose.

As the owner of half of the Xuelin Fat Pill, he is not willing to eat one!
"Fuck"

Chen Yimou couldn't restrain his excitement any longer, a mouthful of old blood spewed out, he straightened up and fell backwards.

Because it was too sudden.

All the golden elixir, foundation building, and qi training experts present "did not have time" to get up.

After all, popularity is too bad!

With a "bang", his head hit the ground heavily, and Chen Yimou lost his life and death in an instant.

"Hurry up, the old injury of the cold and bitter abbot has recurred!"

Among the monks, several staff members of the program team hurried forward, hurriedly lifted Chen Yimou, and ran to the back of the main hall.

Director Chen Da came prepared, and the first aid cabin was already prepared for himself.

It was originally intended to prevent Fang Xiu, but in the end he was blown away by the second generation of Jiuxingfu!
The world is impermanent!

"Abbot Hanku has hidden wounds?"

Fang Xiu was a little surprised.

Is it because I am in the important place of Buddhism, and I invited people to eat the demon pill, and I was stimulated?

Can't it?

Reckless, be careful next time.

"A few days ago, Abbot Hanku witnessed a tragic tragedy with his own eyes. It's a pity that he couldn't stop it due to his identity and the overall situation, so he left behind a demon!"

Daoist Qingsong opened his mouth to explain, he waved his fly whisk, and suddenly sang: "Boundless Heavenly Venerable!"

"woooooo"

In the next moment, the vision popped up.

In the sky that was originally breezy and cloudless, with few stars, suddenly dark clouds rolled and the wind howled.

The thick dark green fog rose from nowhere and struck from all directions, covering the entire sky in the blink of an eye.
Looking around, the space between the sky and the earth is completely occupied by dark green thick fog, as if the sky and the earth have changed.

What's even more strange is that these dark green mist seem to be alive. Wherever they go, a thin layer of green moss quickly grows on the ground, sweeping towards Bitter Cold Temple.

Wherever it passes, weeds, boulders, dead trees, everything melts away.

A poor little beast ran out of the grass, and before it could escape, it was wrapped in thick fog, and its vitality disappeared in an instant, its flesh and blood dried up, and turned into a mummified corpse.

And when the green moss on the ground spread under the beast corpses and grew on the beast corpses, the mummified little beasts turned over and jumped up in a very strange posture.

The beast's eyes glowed with a faint green light, and its body started to run stiffly, heading towards the Kuhan Temple.

The bones of the dehydrated corpses rubbed against each other, making a piercing sound.

Click, click, click.

I don't know why there are so many beasts in the desolate wilderness. In an instant, in the green mist, thousands of green-eyed beast corpses rushed out in groups, like a wave of beasts.

Under the dim green light of the green mist, the animal's eyes are faint and its sharp teeth are cold.

"It's witches, they're here!"

Among the monks, someone exclaimed.

"Witch and Gu Warlock? Aren't they all killed!"

Fang Xiu was very surprised.

"Kill?"

Real Rou Yu said in shock: "Fang Xiu, have you met them?"

"In Keten Department..."

Fang Xiu nodded, and briefly described how he and the sixteen warriors from the wilderness border explored the Copper Temple in the Crypt.

"I didn't expect that you actually destroyed a Class B lair!"

Rou Yu's real face showed joy: "This matter will be reported to the sect, and you will definitely be rewarded by the sect!"

"Class B lair? You mean they have more than one lair!"

Fang Xiu was very surprised.

"The lineage of witches and gu warlocks originated from ancient times, and their methods are evil and bloody. Although the sects of the world want to get rid of them quickly, they can last for thousands of years. Its foundation is so deep that it is as simple as a copper cave!"

Master Rou Yu shook his head and sighed: "According to the ancient records of the sect, they have a total of 27 lairs of three levels, A, B, and C!"

"There are so many, no wonder I think they are quite weak, it turns out they are only second-tier!"

"If what I meet is Class A..."

Fang Xiu's expression was serious, and he couldn't help feeling afraid.

Master Qingsong: "..."

Real Rou Yu: "..."

All martial artists: "..."

Xie Sanfeng: "Brother Fang is right!"

"Bitter Cold Temple monks, set up formation!"

While speaking, the monks who were eating cornbread in the courtyard of Kuhan Temple all jumped up.

They reached into their arms with their right hands, took out a palm-sized vermilion small drum, and threw it into the sky.

The small drum rose against the wind, and instantly turned into a large drum with a radius of one meter.

When the big drum fell to the ground, the monks of Kuhan Temple pulled out two drumsticks from their waists and hit the drum at the same time.

Three hundred monks, three hundred drums!
咚

There was a loud noise, the sound of thunder rolled, and the sound of Buddha sounded long.

An invisible wave of energy spread, and the surrounding green mist was instantly blocked.

Dong dong dong

Three loud bangs, one louder than the other.

The surging green mist was shaken by the sound of the drums, shaking slightly, as if showing signs of collapse, and the running figure of the animal carcass covered in green moss also faltered slightly.

"It's one of the three great arrays of Vajra Fu Mo Sect, Wufo strikes the fou!"

Taoist Qingsong exclaimed: "It is rumored that this formation needs 30 ascetic monks who have not leaked their Yuanyang, and they have to practice hard for at least [-] years to form the formation. I didn't expect that the Bitter Cold Temple could really make it!"

Xie Sanfeng nodded: "Bitter Han Temple is full of eminent monks, if someone dies in battle, I can take over!"

"what!"

Master Rou Yu covered his vermilion lips with his hands, his eyes sparkled.

The family background is prominent, and the feelings are simple!
It's so worth it!
"Slumbering supreme god, allow me to have great power, so that the descendants of witchcraft can walk the earth again, and harvest the souls of believers!"

A hoarse whisper suddenly floated from afar, like a ghost seeking life, which made people shudder.

The green mist, which had been blocked from its momentum, suddenly became violent.

Hu Hu Hu.

The green mist suddenly condensed and flew high, like a warrior accumulating strength, and bombarded heavily.

Tens of thousands of animal carcasses also bared their teeth and danced their claws, don't rush towards them like ghosts.

"Roar!"

"what!"

The three hundred monks were fearless and solemn.

They tore off the monk robes on their bodies, revealing their strong tendons.

Bronze skin, oily and shiny.

Swipe hard, hit hard!
As soon as the stick danced, he became ruthless, forgot his love, and fought for his life.

The drumhead vibrates.

Such as 300 yuan of rocks that are continuously knocked up by strong earthquakes.

Showers.

It's a rush of drums.

whirlwind.

It is the afterimage of wild dancing, flying tassels.

Jumping footsteps, in line with the rhythm of the drums.

Pupil burst.

It's Hanabi's eyes.

Ripples of the sound of drums spread, like the sound of Buddha, breaking through the mist of morning ghosts.

In an instant!
It seems that there is a fiery morning sun.

Rising slowly in the Temple of Bitter Cold,

Support a world.

The sound of the beating drum actually formed a huge shield, covering the entire Bitter Cold Temple.

The place covered by the sound of drums instantly turned into a holy land.

Don't be afraid of demons.

boom boom boom

The dark green mist, seemingly invisible but actually tangible, endless, also came towards the top of the Bitter Cold Temple under the whisper of witchcraft.

Above the void, two forces collided with each other, fighting each other, the momentum was astounding!
No matter how the dark green mist condenses, it can't break through the sound cover of the Buddha's drum when it is smashed down.

The sound of Buddha's sound and drums blend together, and the golden light is great, but it can't expand a step further.

"Yunlin Town Prison, Ning Jian!"

With a wave of Fang Xiu's hand, the two hundred small swords condensed instantly, waiting for an opportunity to move.

"Fang Xiu, don't be impulsive!"

Master Rou Yu hugged Fang Xiu's arm, with a nervous and excited expression: "The green mist outside is the filthy qi taken from Jiuyou by witches and gu warlocks to refine it, and it can pollute people's magic weapon. Don't you want your sword weapon anymore! "

"Foul man magic weapon?"

Fang Xiu was slightly taken aback.

Yes.

His level of spiritual power is higher than that of this world.

But it does not mean that the spiritual power of this world will not work on his little sword.

He has entered the practice for too short a time, and many common senses of practice are not complete. If he acts rashly, it is indeed easy to cause accidents.

"Thank you Elder Rou Yu for reminding me!"

With a wave of Fang Xiu's hand, 190 nine small swords flew back to his sleeves, but the last small sword flew high and turned into a dotted line, shooting into the dense fog.

There are many lines in Yunlin's prison, and he can afford to lose a small sword.

"Fang Xiu, don't, don't shoot!"

Master Rou Yu's pupils shrank, and it was too late to stop it.

"Jie Jie"

However, at this moment, countless grinning laughter suddenly sounded from all directions at the same time.

The green mist on the Bitter Cold Temple suddenly increased several times.

"There is more than one voodoo warlock!"

Fang Xiu's eyes flashed, and the little sword that flew halfway drew a semicircle in the air, quietly hiding in the night sky, and slowly walked towards the sound cover of the Buddha's drum.

There are a lot of people on the other side, and if you make a rash move without confirming all the directions, it is inevitable that some fish will slip through the net.

Fang Xiu decided to wait and see the changes first, and then catch them all.

But to test whether the green mist has an effect on the small sword, it can be done at the same time.

Under the control of spiritual power, the little sword moved quietly and slowly in the night, and soon came to the edge of the sound cover of the Buddha's drum.

First quietly stick out the tip of the sword, and then the entire sword body!

Ok.

Works great, everything works!
"Huh, I'm relieved!"

Fang Xiu's thoughts flickered, and a small sword in his cuff quietly fell down, clinging to the ground, swimming like a snake, and heading in all directions.

"Xuantian Haozong, he is indeed a member of Xuantian Haozong!"

"Thousand-year blood feud, charge a little interest today!"

"Beijiahu Dizang is in the pocket of my witchcraft lineage. Whoever dares to covet it will be tortured by my supreme witchcraft power. I will train you all into dead slaves!"

Around the Kuhan Temple, figures floated up and down in the green mist, revealing their real bodies!

(End of this chapter)