"Fire Monkey, Fire Monkey, do you know how many people have died for you?"
In the Longmen Inn, the gold-inlaid jade combed the Fire Monkey's fur and sighed lightly, but his eyes were shining.
Golden light.
It's a big profit this time.
Perhaps for Dugu Ming, the young city lord of Wushuang City, fire monkeys are not too unusual.
But in fact, this kind of strange beast can take drugs, which is enough to sell for a large sum of money. When thinking about the fact that the real Clay Bodhisattva has not yet appeared, Jin Xiangyu's heart is filled with excitement.
"That person is not easy to deal with!"
But after the heat, she was full of vigilance.
She knew very well that the Clay Bodhisattva that everyone believed in without a doubt was probably fake.
In other words, including the two major forces of Tianxiahui Wushuang City, all the martial arts people who came to compete for the Fire Monkey were manipulated by that young young master.
"Big sister!"
So at this time, everyone at Longmen Inn was guarding the Fire Monkey in the center, and was on guard, and the one on guard was Gu Cheng.
Only by holding the Fire Monkey can we take the initiative and force the opponent to use the rat weapon.
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"Clay Bodhisattva!"
However, they didn't know that in the woodshed, Gu Cheng looked at a young man curled up on the ground with a strange expression.
This young man is the Clay Bodhisattva.
In the original plot, Ni Bodhisattva was an old man carrying firewood, and he brought his granddaughter with him. When the people in the arena were fighting, they watched forcefully, as if they were afraid that others would not know that they had different identities.
But in the real world, the Clay Bodhisattva is much more hidden. He actually became a lone warrior. He had talked and laughed with people from the ten sects before, and he was obviously very familiar with him. His identity disguise was so clever that Gu Cheng also discovered it.
No.
However, no matter how good the disguise is, it cannot be without flaws.
While everyone was fighting, the Twelve Wara warriors were ordered to go through the inn's secret passage and check the guests' luggage in each room, and finally found clues.
"Why do people always want to know what will happen in the future? The future is unpredictable, and not knowing is actually happier than knowing!"
When Gu Cheng grabbed it from a distance, the disguise mask on the face of the Clay Bodhisattva was lifted off, revealing a swollen face that could not bear to be seen.
Just from the brows of this old man, he saw helplessness.
Deep helplessness.
Even though he understands the secrets of heaven, he cannot disobey the secrets of heaven at all. Seeing the devastation of all living beings, he can only sigh and say that there is nothing he can do to help.
Isn't this kind of knowledge the greatest misfortune?
"Every time I reveal the secrets of heaven, I will be punished by heaven. As a result, I will suffer from a strange disease and I can't save myself. So I call myself the Clay Bodhisattva and ask for mercy from the nobles!"
At this time, he first lamented, then looked at Gu Cheng, with surprise on his face, and slowly bowed down.
The heavenly secret must not be revealed. The more people the Clay Bodhisattva meets, the more serious his illness will be. In fact, he has wanted to go into seclusion for a long time.
Helpless people are in the world, unable to control themselves, and those who seek the favor are unscrupulous, and eventually end up with their families broken up and their families exiled to the end of the world.
"I'm not here to ask for a favor!"
Gu Cheng raised his hand and said calmly: "I want to know where your physiognomy that can determine a person's fate come from?"
Clay Bodhisattva trembled all over.
It is better to teach a man to fish than to teach him to fish. Everyone knows this truth, but with so many people seeking fortune-telling, seeing this honor, they all avoid it. He is the first person to ask him where fortune-telling comes from.
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He was silent for a long time and then spoke slowly: "Thirty years ago, I was proficient in the inheritance of famous metaphysics, palmistry, and Dunjia. However, the more fortune-telling I did for people, the more I realized that the mysteries of the world were incomprehensible. Later, I accidentally
I met an eminent monk in the Shaolin Temple and learned a legend from him - Heaven Cries!"
"It is said that the creator of Heavenly Crying is the ancient saint Cangjie. When he created the first word in the world, the situation changed and the heaven and earth cried together. The great power in the world was absorbed into this word, and he possessed the power of exploration.
The power to destroy the past and the future.”
"It's just that this divine power may be used by villains. Cangjie has placed a curse. If the inheritor of this divine power leaks the secrets of heaven at will and commits many unjust acts, he will be punished by heaven and be unable to live or die!"
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"So the one who punishes Ni Bodhisattva is not God's will, but Cangjie!"
Gu Cheng thought for a moment and asked, "Where is the sky crying?"
The Clay Bodhisattva said: "After I completed my enlightenment, I flew away on my own!"
Gu Cheng asked again: "Can you describe that word?"
"I have never forgotten anything since I was a child, but that word is completely indescribable. It can only be understood but not expressed in words!"
The Ni Bodhisattva shook his head first, and then stared at the emperor's hatred on Gu Cheng's waist: "But this sword of the noble man does have an aura similar to the cry of heaven..."
"Emperor's Hatred? Is it similar to the aura of Tianwei?"
Gu Cheng's eyes fluctuated and suddenly condensed: "The origin of heaven and earth has manifested itself into a weapon of gods and demons?"
In Xianwu Dahan, each saint's position corresponds to a kind of original power of heaven and earth.
Why should a saint be the strongest in his field? There can only be one at the same time?
It is because once the origin of heaven and earth is occupied by it, others cannot obtain it. Only when the saint dies and an era ends can the holy throne be vacated.
But now in the world of the Ming Dynasty, the origin of heaven and earth has materialized and become weapons of gods and demons.
Perhaps the original power of this world is not comparable to that of the Xianwu Dahan, but it definitely cannot be underestimated.
"Emperor's Hatred corresponds to the power of hatred, and Heaven's Cry corresponds to the power of divination! Very good!"
Gu Cheng raised the corner of his mouth when he thought that there was another magic weapon inside the Longmen Inn.
"This is the life-extending divine water, take it!"
He flipped his palm and the jade bottle containing the life-sustaining divine water fell into the hands of the Clay Bodhisattva.
"Thank you, noble man!"
The Clay Bodhisattva obeyed.
When the cool divine water flowed into his throat, the Clay Bodhisattva did not think it would have any miraculous effect. The Fire Monkey was already a spiritual beast that was designed to target strange poisons, so it could only temporarily suppress his pain.
The root cause of his suffering is a curse, which generates poison.
However, the next moment, his whole body trembled, the pores all over his body opened wide, and wisps of black and red breath were expelled from the body.
"Thank you, noble man! Thank you, noble man!"
The Clay Bodhisattva was in disbelief at first, and then bowed down excitedly.
"Um!"
Gu Cheng watched him regain his youth bit by bit, and finally turned into a middle-aged man in his fifties, with a thin face and a somewhat bookish look, far from being decrepit.
If this curse is the backlash of God's will or Heaven's cry, the elixir refined in the Dragon Cauldron of Creation may not be able to do anything unless the Clay Bodhisattva is taken out of the world, but since it is Cangjie's, it is simple.
"From today on, there will be no more Clay Bodhisattva in the world!"
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On the other side, Jin Xiangyu hugged the fire monkey and continued to stroke its fur, and the intensity had become fierce.
"Go! See how the fat sheep is doing!"
After waiting for another hour, she finally couldn't hold it any longer and sent Shunzi to investigate.
After a while, Shunzi hurriedly returned and shouted: "Sister, there's no one left! There's no one left!"
"What? Impossible, the Fire Monkey is still in our hands!"
The gold-inlaid jade girl stood up with a swish, her beauty eclipsed: "House of hundreds of treasures, give me a chase, girl!"