"Shan Bo?" "Yingtai!"

"The emperor is above and Houtu is below. The three brothers, please do not ask for birth in the same year and the same month, but ask for death in the same year and the same month..."

"Dad, there is no man at home. How can my daughter bear to endure you being old and join the army? I will wrap my body in a straw mat, so let my daughter go for you!"

...

A small, worry-free residence is pulled down one by one, cutting out each independent space, expanding invisibly. For a moment, it is a maze, and it is unknown how much it is, as if it is a world of its own.

The red candles illuminate and shine on the shadow screen. The villains on them appeared one after another, including infatuated men and women, brotherly loyalty, women and strong women... The group portraits of all living beings have their own themes.

A shadow screen is a world, and the little people are performing their own life scripts.

The situation of Wuyouju changes drastically. A house that handles human affairs and solves people's worries turns into a closed and open film theater, and performs wonderful and wonderful shows everywhere.

Every scene is a bizarre world, and every scene is a sadness and joy of all beings.

If there is a play, if the old goat knows that Luojing has opened such a new movie theater, they must be happy and think it is a fairyland on earth and linger.

But at this time, the three viewers present felt chill all over and had no urge to watch the show.

They deliberately avoided their gazes, and did not want to see them, nor did they dare to look them.

Every scene is so terrifying and unpredictable in their eyes. It seems wonderful, but who knows how strange it is behind it?

"Luojing has opened a new theater, and the bright lights and candles shine on the rise and fall.

Three viewers, aren't entering the venue yet?

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Suddenly a joke laugh rang out.

In the movie theater, the sound of opera came to an abrupt end.

On the red candle screen, the shadow puppet people stopped and looked at each other, with strange eyes, enthusiastic, cold, looking down... and even spoke together.

"Three viewers, aren't you entering the venue yet?"

"Three viewers, aren't you entering the venue yet?"

"Three viewers, aren't you entering the venue yet?"

...

The mixed voices of men, women, old and young completely surrounded the three men in the black robes of the Earthly Branch Club, and they all got goosebumps all over their bodies.

"Pretending to be a ghost, let's go! Wait until we get out of this strange house and break through from the outside!" Gao Da Black Robe roared hoarsely.

They are not rookies in their practice, so they naturally know the horror of the monks' home court.

Every monk has his own secret means, and there have been arrangements within the home court, and outsiders have entered and are subject to restraint everywhere.

Every scene in the movie theater in front of me is beyond their perception. If you stay longer, there will be future troubles.

Why not leave as soon as possible and make a comeback!

The three of them cooperated tacitly and advanced and retreated together.

Nothing was seen. The three of them faced the shadow puppets and silently retreated to the Wuyouju gate.

"See, don't leave!"

The shadow puppets kept each other, but this enthusiasm made the three of them even more chill and could not bear it.

"Where to go?" Seeing the three of them heading towards Wuyouju's gate, Zhuang Keyu laughed lowly behind the scenes.

The three core abilities of shadow puppet craftsman: string exercises, figures, and play.

Fighting strings and controlling silk threads, driving objects in the air, like controlling puppets.

Figures, making weird shadow puppets, simulating the pictograms of living creatures, and twisting their joints, are already deeply involved in the way of mechanism.

As Zhuang Ke's base camp, Wuyouju looks ordinary outside, but he has been transformed into unrecognizable internally over the years.

Using silver threads as the veins, the mechanism is built, and various changes can be transformed into a theater where all kinds of weird plays can be performed in an instant.

There is only one family within Luojing, and there is no semicolon.

The monks occupy the home court and have a huge advantage.

The Feng Shui King, with the body of an eighth-rank Feng Shui master, arranged the nine mountains and one water to trap dragons, the earth dragon escaped, the mountains collapsed, and countless monks were buried in one day.

Although Zhuang Ke's Wuyouju did not rely on the grand atmosphere of the power of heaven and earth, the strangeness of the shadow puppet craftsman is not worthy of being told by outsiders.

Since the three local branch members were ignorant and fearless, they broke into Wuyouju's home and threatened them. If they wanted to leave like this, how could they be so cheap?

Zhuang Ke hooked his finger.

Wow!

A huge shadow curtain that fell directly from the roof to the ground fell, blocking their retreat.

"The sky is dead, and the yellow sky should be established. In Jiazi, the world will be very lucky!"

The sound of the tsunami of mountains and tsunamis is so exciting that it instantly submerged the three people in the earthly branch, and the light and shadow are even more confused and the universe is reversed.

When they came to their senses, they looked around and found that the scene changed drastically. There was no movie theater. It was clearly in a huge battlefield, with bloody storms, corpses formed into mountains, and shouts of killing soared into the sky.

"The sky is dead, the yellow sky should stand!" There were deafening roars.

The soldiers with yellow turbans were surging like a tide.

Hundreds of thousands of troops were unstoppable, and people were trembling all over.

The slogans they shouted made the three people in the local branch numb.

The sky is dead, and the yellow sky should stand!

If the year is in Jiazi, will the world be very lucky?

Who dares to shout this slogan of changing the world?

How crazy? What a courage? What a weapon?

As people in the practice of cultivation, they understand that the power of the day is unpredictable and the power is small. Even monks are just bigger ants.

Who is the powerful person who dares to perform a "change the sky"?

They looked at the center of the Yellow Turban Army and saw a towering altar with yellow banners erected on each side, with dragon-patterned ancient seal scripts written on them, "Great Sages and Good Teachers" and "General of the Heavenly King"!

A yellow-robed Taoist stood on it, carrying his hands on his back, looking up at the sky, his head not low at all.

The figure seems to be in harmony with the sky!

"Kill!" The yellow-robed Taoist waved his sleeves, scattered golden beans, and when he landed on the ground, he became a brave heavenly soldier wearing armored helmets, rushing towards him.

Every heavenly soldier burst out with golden light, and was invulnerable to swords and guns. Once he entered the battlefield, he became a killing weapon and wanted to harvest life.

Spread beans and become soldiers!

The three people in the Earthly Branches were trembling. Unexpectedly, one day they would see the power of this Taoist secret magic with their own eyes. It was indeed extremely powerful.

Seeing that the heavenly soldiers showed their might, they probably could not be able to defeat any of them.

"Kill!" Wherever the Yellow Turban Army went, no grass grew. When they were in a mighty way, the three of them could not help but be entangled and rushed forward.

There were also various troops and horses on the opposite side, with many strange people rushing over.

For a moment, the battlefield completely became a meat grinding field on earth, with broken limbs flying across the sky, and blood filled the clouds, covering the sky!

"Ha! The Yellow Turban Demon, dares to ruin the world of the Han family!" Thunder roared.

The three of them looked in the sound and saw a black-faced man holding a snake spear in his hand, and he rushed to kill wildly. Thousands of troops and horses were unmatched, and killing people was like mowing grass.

"Eat a certain knife!" The beautiful bearded man with a red face held the Qinglong Yanyue Sword in his hand, and took the head of the sword. He was invincible and had no enemy to join forces.

"Second brother, third brother, I'll help you!" The long-armed man had a noble face, and he was obviously not a person in the pool. He swung his sword into a shadow.

The three brothers led not many soldiers and horses, they were all thick farmers.

But these three brothers, especially the second brother and the third brother, all had the courage to fight all the way, and the Yellow Turban Army was in chaos.

"Oh no! They are rushing towards us!" Tall black robe's voice was hoarse and hissed.

"What are you afraid of? All of this is just an illusion!" The woman in black robe was irritable and sneered: "A such a big scene is not something a ninth-grade shadow puppet can create out of thin air. Is it all a scheming trick!"

The snake spear, long sword, and two swords came. Not only did she not hide, she thrust forward to it.

The sound of breaking the wind is fierce!

"Hide!" The hunched black robe on the side suddenly changed loudly, and she pushed her hard to the side.

"You do it..." the woman in black robe cursed instinctively, and her head became cold the next moment.

Three sharp lights flashed by, and the hood on her head was lifted away, revealing a strange face that was not like a woman.

His face was thick and fierce, with short hair on his head, and his head was erect, with colorful patterns on his face, like a hungry tiger in his face.

The ugly face was exposed, but she didn't care about these things at this moment. She looked back with lingering fear.

I saw that the place where she was originally standing was covered with mottled sword marks.

If such a fierce attack falls on the body, it will be dismembered.
To be continued...