Acting Quest: Pin Dao is really just an actor

Chapter 163 The Three Divine Gates Gather in the Underground Palace【Two in One】

Hearing what the demon monk Bai Yu said, the tall man's eyes trembled violently, he knelt down on the ground with a plop, and clasped his fists together: "Holy Monk, no!"

Bai Yu turned her head slowly, her dim yellow eyes glistened, and she asked suspiciously, "What are you doing?"

The tall man's complexion changed drastically, "The holy monk has saved my life, and I will remember it all my life, so I can't bear to see the holy monk take risks!"

"The information found by the boy said that Lu Chen's realm has reached an unfathomable level, and he can induce abnormal phenomena in the sky. Riding a dragon and straddling a tiger in the air is like a fairy. Immortal means!"

The tall man who sells by information has a sad face, and his words are extremely sincere.

"Sprinkle beans into a soldier?"

Bai Yu's haggard, bark-like face changed slightly.

The tall man knelt and climbed a few steps forward, and said in a deep voice: "The boy knows that the holy monk is in the realm of the gods, and his cultivation is as high as the sky, but according to the news that the boy got, just this morning, Lu Chen just flicked his fingers and suppressed it." A Bone Demon King in the Tianyuan Realm, according to the news, Lu Chen's current methods should not be under the control of the gods!"

"So, I implore the holy monk not to take risks alone!"

After finishing speaking, the tall man kowtowed heavily, his forehead firmly pressed against the ground, and his wailing was like thunder.

Bai Yu's eyes changed slightly, looking at the bright moon in the sky with an inexplicable smile on his face, he muttered to himself: "Two months ago, when I played games with that little Taoist priest in the air, he was just so ordinary, and now he has become so ordinary in such a short period of time. It can be compared to Shenguan, with this speed, if you look at the entire Blue Star, you can't find a second one?"

"Young people are awesome, young people are scary..."

Bai Yu shook his head and sighed softly, his eyes were a bit confused.

The Shenguan, which he had worked so hard to achieve all his life, was so surpassed by a young junior, and Bai Yu naturally felt complicated in his heart.

"Forgive it is a divine gate, so what's the problem?"

Bai Yu sighed softly, and a look of determination flashed in his dim eyes: "People live for a hundred years, and they will eventually die, but since they are alive, they should fulfill their responsibilities as parents."

"No, no!"

The tall man raised his head in panic, looked at the back of the demon monk Bai Yu, and said in a deep voice: "The holy monk is not only taking this road by force, but also a more secure way."

"A safe way?"

Bai Yu groaned, her brows slightly stretched.

"Exactly!"

The tall man straightened his upper body excitedly, with an excited expression: "Holy Monk, you can kill with a knife!"

"Borrow a knife?"

Bai Yu's eyes changed slightly: "Is there any other knives in Yushui City that can cut through the Shenguan Realm?"

The tall man nodded heavily: "This afternoon, Li Qi, the ghost emperor who proclaimed himself Emperor Qing, sent an invitation to the monsters and ghosts in the surrounding mountains and forests. They want to kill Lu Chen together. If the holy monk can catch their power, kill Lu Chen Never mind!"

"The ghost emperor is also a long-established Shenguan realm, this power should not be underestimated!"

The tall man's voice was resounding.

"Ghost Emperor?"

Bai Yu's eyes flickered, and he laughed at himself: "The old monk is going to get along with these demons and goblins when he grows old?"

The tall man didn't dare to disturb the meditating old monk rashly. There was a silence under the locust tree. Under the shadow of the moon, there was only the slight breathing of the two of them.

After a long time, the demon monk Bai Yu slowly raised his head, self-mockery flashed in his hazy eyes, and he said in relief: "That's right, didn't they already regard the old monk as a demon?"

……

in the underground palace.

The ghost soldiers who were originally hiding and the sentinels placed outside the underground palace basically all dispersed, and the whole underground palace flickered with ghost lights, singing and dancing.

In the center of the underground palace, the original chill atmosphere was replaced by prosperity.

Under the dragon chair, two large sandalwood tables were newly arranged, and the tables were filled with food and wine, with Ping Yuan sitting on one table and Yi Qin sitting on the other.

The three sat together and drank, talking and laughing happily.

In the center of the main hall, accompanied by the soul of a looted woman, is a singer, dancing gracefully with big sleeves.

"Your Majesty!"

Ping Yuan raised the wine bottle in front of him and held it in his hand, stood up with a respectful face: "May Your Majesty be blessed!"

"Eh!"

The Ghost Emperor in dragon robe shook his hand, Lang smiled and said: "This is the end, from now on you and I will be called brothers!"

Ping Yuan also smiled heartily, raised his glass and said loudly: "In that case, my virtuous brother respectfully wishes my brother to lead Yushui City."

Ping Yuan dared to go deep into the dangerous place alone, and Li Qi could see it, but now Li Qi is a prince, even if Ping Yuan's cultivation is higher and older, he can only live in this position.

"Hahahahaha, my brother has already spread the news, inviting all the famous and famous ghosts in the five hundred miles around to come, and when Lu Chen is killed, this Yushui City has a city of Shuangshenguan, and the entire Yushui City It's all our brother's."

Li Qi raised his head and drank the wine bottle in his hand. The dry wine slipped down the corner of the ghost emperor's mouth. , the monster clan regards you as the emperor."

"You and my brother are the true pinnacle of this world!"

Li Qi, the ghost emperor in a dragon robe, leaned forward, and his words were full of arrogance.

It was already extremely difficult for Yi Qinneng to appear at a banquet of their level, and there was no chance to intervene at all.

Furthermore, the powers of the two sides are here to point the world, so what's the matter with his words?

Yi Qin quietly filled a cup of fine wine, raised his glass and drank it quietly, and watched the subtle changes in the eyes of the two by looking up.

Seeing the sincere expressions of the two, Yi Qin smiled lightly and did not speak.

It is already obvious to passers-by that these two people have ghosts in their hearts. They talk about the beautiful flowers and bright lights, but in the end, they are mentally calculating their own gains and losses.
It is not an exaggeration to say that this banquet is a Hongmen banquet.

It's just that Xiang Zhuang who danced swords was missing during the banquet.

Yi Qin smiled coldly in his heart. With His Majesty's disposition, it is obvious that the presumptuous hatred of Ping Yuan's words before has not been let go. What's more, the hidden danger of Ping Yuan's cultivation level is a threat that His Majesty will never allow to exist. Raising such an ambitious hound before his knees?

After Lu Chen got rid of them, it was the time when the two of them broke up and their swords were on the verge of breaking out.

You still need to plan ahead.

Yi Qin twisted the wine cup in his hand, his thoughts flew away.

Ping Yuan raised his glass and nodded: "At that time, brother will integrate all the forces around him, and the soldiers will point directly at Qingyao Mountain!"

"Not bad!"

Li Qi drank another swig of wine, and proudly said: "In three days, it will be my birthday party, Brother Yu, I will inform the surrounding mountain forest ghosts to gather in our underground palace at that time, and discuss the matter of cutting off Lu Chen!"

"So good!"

Just after Ping Yuan finished speaking, he was about to drink on his back, but the wine bottle had already touched the man's lips. Ping Yuan was taken aback by his drinking posture, and subconsciously turned his head to look outside the underground palace with hesitant eyes.

Li Qi discovered this scene of Ping Yuan, and couldn't help turning his head: "My dear brother, are you...?"

"Boom--!"

But before Ping Yuan could answer, a bell rang through the entire underground palace. The bell ringing was accompanied by trembling reverberations and Sanskrit sounds, and the entire underground palace shook slightly under the rolling sound.

"boom!"

Li Qi threw the wine bottle heavily on the Longshu case, and said angrily, "What happened outside the underground palace?!"

"Boom, boom—!"

"Amitabha."

As soon as the ghost emperor's figure fell, two more bells were struck, followed by the Buddha's name, echoing in the underground palace.

The eyes of one ghost and two ghosts sitting and drinking are constantly changing.

……

"Amitabha."

Outside the underground palace, the melodious Buddha's name resounded throughout the world.

The demon monk Bai Yu was shrouded in pale white light, different from the Buddha light emitted by Guan Yi, the light on Bai Yu's body was mixed with not weak bloody smell.

The withered old monk sat cross-legged on the ground, and the deafening ringing of the bell came from the old monk.

In front of Bai Yu, three ghost soldiers fell to the ground and twitched continuously. The ghost bodies were being swallowed and corroded by the pale light, and they were about to disappear in smoke.

The ghost head sword was casually thrown aside, and there were faint traces of damage on the blade of the ghost head sword.

The three ghost soldiers slashed three times, and then there were three ringing bells that shook the world.

The general, the leader of the ghost sentinels, looked at the scene in front of him and raised his right hand high, stopping the ghost soldiers behind him who were brave enough to step forward, holding a ghost-headed sword in one hand, and his eyes were a little dignified.

At the entrance of the valley, there were ripples in the air, and as a dark wind mixed with alcohol whizzed out, three figures appeared out of thin air.

The ghost emperor Li Qi, who was wearing a dragon robe and full of alcohol and anger, was the first among them. He glared out of the valley and shouted loudly: "Which monk dares to invade my Dalin Imperial Capital?!"

Standing behind Li Qi, Ping Yuan and Yi Qin saw the old monk sitting cross-legged on the ground at a glance, and their eyes couldn't help but startled.

The two of them are not fools, the aura exuded by the old monk has at least started from the Shenguan state, and the aura of the Shenguan state on the old monk is extremely thick and vicissitudes, like a jar of old wine that has been deposited for decades, as deep as the sea.

Today, being provoked one after another by the royal coercion, the anger in Li Qi's heart could not be suppressed for a long time, but because of the inconvenience of Lu Chen and Ping Yuan's face, he kept suppressing his anger and did not let out the monstrous anger.

But now, a monk in the Shenguan realm dared to insult Li Qi's imperial prestige with such fanfare, and the evil fire that had nowhere to go in Li Qi's heart was just about to have a place to go.

Bai Yu, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, noticed the change in the momentum in front of him, raised his head slightly, glanced at the three of them lightly, then lowered his head and closed his eyes again, clasped his hands together in front of his chest, and said lightly: "Old monk, Bai Yu. "

The anger on Li Qi's face remained the same, the current ghost emperor only wanted to kill him quickly, and didn't think of anything else at all.

But among the two behind him, Ping Yuan's expression didn't change. He was sealed by the Dagan Zulong for ten thousand years in Chiyang Mountain, so Ping Yuan naturally didn't know about these things.

Ke Yi Qin's complexion changed slightly, and the Confucian painter slowly raised his head, his eyes flashed with contemplation.

The dragon robe on Li Qi's body suddenly swelled. Because of drinking, Li Qi's hair had been loosened a long time ago, and now his aura with flying beard and hair has been pushed to the top. Looking at the withered old monk in front of him, he shouted angrily: "Stinky monk, you court death!"

After finishing speaking, he wanted to make a move, but just raised his hand, Yi Qin, who had been meditating behind him, suddenly woke up, stopped in front of Li Qi, pressed Li Qi's palm, and asked tentatively: "Zen master was born more than ten years ago. Blood Saint Monk, Zen Master Baiyu?"

Looking at Yi Qin who was blocking him, Li Qi's eyes flashed a hint of evil, but he didn't get angry. He just turned his eyes to the old monk outside the door, as if he was waiting for the old monk's answer.

"Holy monk? Heh..."

The old monk outside the door still closed his eyes slightly, and laughed at himself: "They call me a demon monk."

Hearing the old monk admit his identity, Yi Qin heaved a sigh of relief, and his expression relaxed a lot. As the number one think tank in the entire underground palace, he naturally had to think carefully.

All the big and small people in Yushui City have to make proper calculations in order to reasonably avoid disasters for the underground palace.

Therefore, what Yi Qin wants to plan is not only the power of the government, but also the evil cultivator with a notorious reputation like Bai Yu.

From a rational point of view, Bai Yu and them were considered to be the same, both of them were crooked, but now the human beings are powerful, so they can't be regarded as enemies.

Yi Qin bowed to Li Qi and said, "Your Majesty, please calm down. This is the famous Blood Saint Monk, Bai Yu, who is regarded by the government as an A-level wanted evil cultivator. He is a friend rather than an enemy."

Only then did Li Qi's expression soften, and he put away all the bursting aura, but his eyes were still cold, and he asked in a deep voice: "Then the holy monk who doesn't know blood came to our Dalin imperial capital today, why?"

Bai Yu smiled faintly, and slowly spit out two words: "Lu Chen."

The Ghost Emperor's eyes were shocked: "The holy monk also knew the news from me?"

Bai Yu just nodded and didn't speak.

Although it is said that Bai Yu was hunted down by Buddhism and wanted by the government, but Bai Yu has never forgotten his identity as a human being, and he does not like to be compared with these demons and ghosts, but now, there is really no way.

"it is good!"

Li Qi was stunned for a moment, and then smiled instantly, with a happy and confident smile on his face: "With the help of the holy monk, we are like a tiger with wings!"

Not only him, even Ping Yuan and Yi Qin behind him had strange expressions on their faces.

Three gods gathered here.

Even if Lu Chen has three heads and six arms, he might have to catch him without a fight!

……

Late at night, Qingyao Mountain.

In the dark room, the fire in the alchemy furnace is blazing.

Three hundred bean soldiers that looked like jade were lined up on the ground, and Lu Chen sat cross-legged on the ground, his divine power interspersed among the three hundred bean soldiers like silk threads.

The silk thread of divine power fell, and the bean soldiers were shining brightly, and the patterns on them became more complicated and mysterious.

After being promoted to the Acupoint Realm, Lu Chen's ability to control the Scattering Bean into a Soldier has also become stronger and stronger.

After a long while, the last trace of divine power fell, Lu Chen slowly opened his eyes, looked at the neatly arranged bean soldiers in front of him and smiled slightly: "This time, they should be regarded as heavenly soldiers."

After merging the memories of Lu Zu from his previous life, Lu Chen sublimated the bean soldiers in his hands to the greatest extent, and transformed them from half-heaven soldiers to heavenly soldiers.

Although the difference is only one word, the power can be several times different.

As for the ghost in Huajinlin before, Lu Chen could completely wipe it out within three hours as long as he dispatched thirty golden-armored heavenly soldiers.

If all the white ones came out together, the ghost creature might not last for an hour.

"Ok?"

Lu Chen, who was finishing up the Tianbing, suddenly murmured, turned his head to look in the direction of the mountain gate, and smiled softly: "Why is he here?"

……

Qingyao Mountain, the divine way up the mountain.

A young man wearing a black sweater and carrying a black sword on his back jumped up the steps, looking at the top of the mountain in the distance, a smile appeared on his stern face that had not changed for thousands of years.

(End of this chapter)