He was originally a stone lion in front of the government office. He was tainted by the smell of fireworks and red dust all the year round, and gradually developed a trace of spirituality. He was noticed by Zhu Taishou, and was transformed into a spirit with thousand-year-old stone milk. He was also ordered to sneak into Qianyao Ridge and secretly work for the Taishou.
Monitor the movements of various demon caves.
Once a monster has cultivated a rare inner elixir, the stone lion spirit will report it to Zhu Taishou secretly. The two sides should cooperate internally and externally to set up a trap to kill the monster and dig up the elixir, so that Zhu Taishou can refine and consume it and increase his cultivation.
This is how the old cave master of Jingu Cave died. Afterwards, Governor Zhu also used resources to help Shishi Jing succeed to the throne and be promoted to one of the seventy-two cave masters of Qianyao Ridge.
Shi Chong looked out the window at the deepening dusk, his depressed face seeming to disappear into the shadows. The identity in this fantasy world is very tricky, which makes people dilemma. If Zhu Xinyi is not captured, the stone lion spirit who has been poisoned will not escape death. If Zhu Xinyi is captured,
How could Governor Zhu spare him? Just exposing the traitor's identity was enough for the stone lion spirit to be torn into pieces by countless angry monsters.
Although Zhu Taishou's killing of monsters and taking pills was also invisible, the stone lion spirit did not have any evidence, not to mention that human officials protected each other, unlike monsters who only acted based on their whims.
Shi Chong was vaguely aware of the hostility of this illusion towards him. Otherwise, how could he be given such a troublesome status?
Is it because he resisted the erosion of the alien aura? He heard the sound of the compartment door being pushed open, turned around, and saw the bunny spirit running out happily, holding a dark red net bag in his hand.
"Done!" The rabbit spirit threw the net bag over triumphantly.
This is a demon net refined with the painstaking blood of a stone lion. It is as soft as cotton and as light as nothing. As soon as Shi Chong took over it, he felt like his blood was connected. He played with it for a while. The demon net was only a one-time magic weapon, and the refining technique was not
It is quite crude, but it is very easy to refine and can be controlled by just relying on the induction of one's own blood.
"Cave Master, leave quickly, don't wait any longer!" A bunch of monsters shouted impatiently.
Shi Chong looked around at the demons, put away the demon net, and pushed out the door with a heavy heart, still not thinking of a way to properly resolve the matter. In the past few days, the stone lion spirit has been tightly entangled by the Eight Demons of Jingu and cannot escape.
Kong didn't dare to report the matter to Zhu Taishou. Considering the Taishou's character, if he couldn't solve the insect rot curse, he would probably kill the stone lion spirit directly and silence the matter.
On the streets, lanterns are already decorated, people and monsters are coming and going, silk and bamboo are floating in the air, and the aroma of food and wine is everywhere, creating a bustling scene like the Lantern Festival.
Zhikarizhen stood at the bustling street corner, watching a few children carrying rabbit lanterns playing by, feeling a little dazed for a moment. He just followed the monkey spirit's words and walked towards the blind corner of the high wall. Unexpectedly, he stepped over it, as if
Passing through an invisible barrier, the world around us seemed to have changed.
He looked back and saw a tall alley wall behind him. The gray-black wall bricks were brightly reflected by the lights, and there were still mottled and mottled scratches of cloud patterns. He stretched out his hand and scraped the moss on the bricks.
I couldn't even tell if everything in front of me was an illusion.
"Look! What I said is absolutely right. I've found a way out!" The monkey spirit rode on Zhikarizhen's neck and looked around excitedly, "Is there a festival here? It's so lively... Look, over there
There are also those who juggle and perform Nuo dances!”
But it may not be a way out. Zhikarizhen glanced at the group of monsters waving dragon lanterns, and thought to himself, it seems that he is getting deeper and deeper now. However, only in this indistinguishable world between reality and illusion can we get better and faster
Comprehend the Sutra of Wisdom Sword Cutting Silk Spoken by Vimalakīrti.
Buddhism has always had two ways of practice: gradual enlightenment and sudden enlightenment. Gradual enlightenment follows the traditional steps of precepts, concentration, and wisdom, step by step, and accumulates to become a Buddha. The latter advocates that the nature of the sky is clear and emptiness can be seen through one point. As long as you realize it, you can achieve enlightenment in one breath.
Become a Buddha.
As long as he has an epiphany in this illusion, he will have the opportunity to achieve the Silk Wisdom Sword in an instant.
"Eh? Look over there, that - isn't that the painting of you?" Mengmengda pointed at an official notice posted on the wall across the street and cried out.
Shikari Makoto looked in the direction of her finger. The black and white notice took up most of the wall, making it extremely eye-catching. On the right half of the notice was a portrait of Shikari Makoto. His facial features and expressions were all lifelike and lifelike, even the hair on his shoulders.
The monkey spirit is also painted vividly and accurately.
"There is an evil cultivator named Anonymous, a hybrid of human and demon. He has fair appearance, is seven feet tall, likes to wear a long sword, has a ferocious temperament, and does all kinds of evil." Mengmengda stared at the notice and read it word by word, "The criminal has been killing demons all year round to get the money.
Dan, kill people and cut their hearts, practice evil arts, destroy people and monsters, the crime is unforgivable. Now Qian Yaoling and Jinling Mansion jointly capture the criminal, no matter whether he is dead or injured. If anyone captures him and accuses the official, he will be rewarded with an ancient elixir.
, ten buckets of spiritual pearls, and hundreds of mysterious jade. If anyone stays at home to sleep and eat, he will be guilty of the same crime as the prisoner."
Below the notice, the official seal of Jinling Mansion and the handprint of the Demon King of Thousand Demon Ridge were also stamped.
Zhi Qingzhen looked surprised and read the official document carefully. He had just entered the dreamland, and before he had time to get familiar with it, how could he become a wanted criminal with enemies all over the city?
He intuitively felt the illusion's deep malice toward him.
"I'm going to kill you!" Meng Mengda glanced at the endless flow of people around her, quickly shrank her head, and was taken into the sea of consciousness by Zhi Qingzhen.
Zhikarizhen lowered his head, turned sideways, and walked quickly towards the dark alley corner outside the lights. Before he could think of a countermeasure, a street vendor who made dough suddenly pointed at Zhikarizhen and screamed: "Fugitive!"
He is a fugitive! He is an evil cultivator with no name!"
There was a sudden silence in the noisy surroundings, and the tourists stopped in unison, and a pair of eyes turned over and fell on Zhikarizhen's face.
"It's really the evil cultivator Anonymous!" "It's exactly the same as the official document on Haidu!" "The evil cultivator is here!" "Hurry up and report to the prefect!" There was chaos on the street, with people running around shouting, pushing and falling.
, knocking over countless lanterns and stalls, causing a few candlelights to splash, and even causing a cloth cover in front of a restaurant to burst into flames.
"Evil Cultivator, suffer death!" After hearing the news, an old policeman rushed over. He banged the gong in his hand loudly and shouted angrily. He hid behind the stage in the distance, ready to evacuate at any time.
"Only because we are separated by orders." On Xuanwu Street, the most prosperous street in the city center, Wang Liangmi lingered in front of a gorgeous fish lotus palace lantern, repeatedly reciting the lantern riddles above, thinking hard.
"Hit a woman with something and give it to her if she guesses it." Bai Ting scratched his bun and murmured, "Just because we are separated from each other because of the order, just because of the order... what on earth is this? Dalang of the Wu family,
Can you guess it?"
"Isn't it easy to know?" Xie Xuan responded casually.
Wang Liangmi glanced at Xie Xuan in surprise. Could it be that this man is a fool on the outside and a master of shooting tigers on the inside?
"Brother Dalang, please tell me." Bai Ting grabbed Xie Xuan's armor and begged coquettishly.
Xie Xuan nodded, walked up to the gray-haired riddle owner, his eyes widened, he held the giant sword on his back with his backhand, and shouted: "Tell me! What is the answer to the riddle!"
