Yu Xian pushed Zuoqiu Junyi away and asked with a puzzled look, "Where is this?"
The land in front of me was empty. On the dry land, not to mention any scenery, there were not even a single wild flower or grass.
The sky is a monotonous blue, with a sun hanging in the sky and no clouds at all.
In the distance stands a lonely town.
Only occasionally can one see some vague common people.
Zuoqiu Junyi was too lazy to talk to Yu Xian.
Yu Xian had some guesses, and looked at the old man Zuoqiu in surprise, "The magic weapon is so rubbish."
Zuoqiu Junyi was a little proud after hearing the first half of Yu Xian's sentence, but then his face dropped and he glared at Yu Xian fiercely.
"What nonsense? This is in my book!"
Yu Xian was startled.
Old Zuoqiu's book can actually have its own space? Isn't this just like the painting in the hands of Xian Zishi, a second-generation disciple of Momen?
It's just that the past moment is sealed in the silk of Xian Zishi. Not only does everything come to life and can evolve causally, but it also hides the evil of beauty.
Zuoqiu Junyi's place is so monotonous that it makes people laugh.
Yu Xian sincerely sighed, "The structure of your book is really frugal."
Old man Zuoqiu looked even worse.
He said impatiently, "Nonsense, it's just a booklet. Of course, the priorities must be clearly defined. I want to organize it well. Can you pay for the extra words?"
After saying that, old man Zuoqiu felt a little lucky.
"You're lucky, I ended up writing you in. Otherwise, we wouldn't be able to escape this time."
Yu Xian thought about it for a moment and was stunned, "No way, it's that little pornographic book?"
Zuoqiu Junyi hummed a few times, but before he could answer, he saw that the space suddenly shrank a lot, as if it had been hit hard.
Zuoqiu Junyi's face panicked, and then he forced himself to calm down.
Yu Xian asked warily, "What's going on?"
Zuoqiu Junyi didn't have time to talk to Yu Xian. He looked around nervously for a while and saw that there weren't many changes. Then he breathed a sigh of relief and murmured, "I don't know if those two bald donkeys did it casually or if they were...
Found something."
Yu Xian looked left and right, feeling a little uneasy.
He quickly asked, "Old man Zuoqiu, what the hell are you doing?"
"What the hell did I do?" Zuoqiu Junyi was furious when he heard this, "Do you know that you almost tricked me to death this time!"
Yu Xian suddenly lost his temper.
He also felt that it was indeed a bit unreasonable to let Zuoqiu Junyi take the blame just now.
He immediately said nonchalantly, "Isn't this okay?"
"It's okay?!" Zuoqiu Junyi sneered and raised his voice, "To tell you the truth, we can't decide whether we are dead or alive."
"Huh?" Yu Xian frowned, "How do you say this?"
"This is the world in books." Zuoqiu Junyi replied bitterly, "If I hadn't mastered the novelist's ability to 'immerse myself', I wouldn't be able to bring you in. But the main body of my books is still outside. In fact,
To be honest, it’s just the few books that have been sold these days. If all of these books are destroyed, let alone a whole body, we won’t even have a soul left, and we won’t have a chance to reincarnate.”
After Yu Xian heard this, he realized how troublesome it was.
If you really get lost in the world of books, wouldn’t it be the same as being beautiful?!
Beauty was exiled to the past for a moment and became a memory in this world.
Now that she wants to reappear in the world, she even has to go through a lot of trouble to collect her soul body, bone body and physical body.
It was so difficult for a great demon like Banlan. If such a thing happened to Yu Xian, he would definitely die.
Besides, those shabby books cannot be preserved as long as the Gourd of Fame.
Just as Yu Xian was thinking about it, he saw flames burning in the sky.
This space seemed to be wrapped in fire, and a piece of it was burned away.
Zuoqiu Junyi was shocked and angry, "No, I've really been discovered."
Yu Xian was also a little panicked, "What should I do?"
…
In the chaotic camp outside Luoyang City, some monks held torches with solemn faces and surrounded the common people's camp.
Under the light of the fire, several tigers were running back and forth outside the encirclement, roaring to scare those who wanted to leave secretly.
The common people didn't know what happened, and they queued up one by one in fear to be questioned by the eminent monk.
Some of the people who were interrogated by the eminent monks left smoothly, while others were taken away by the monks next to them and rummaged through their luggage and belongings.
The middle-aged wealthy man Chen Tong had offended those monks during the day and felt a little uneasy in his heart.
When it was his turn, he heard an old monk sitting in front of him say in slightly weird Chinese, "Donor, don't panic, brother monk, I have something to ask you about."
Chen Tong said cautiously, "If I know it, I will definitely tell you everything, but I don't know what it is?"
An Shigao smiled stiffly and asked, "In the past few days, I wonder if the donor has bought a book from this person."
As he said this, Master Anshi shook his hand and showed a portrait.
There are only a few strokes on it, depicting Zuoqiu's handsome appearance.
Chen Tong took a look and shook his head quickly, "I have never seen this person before."
Hearing this, Zhiluo Jiaxie on the side said, "Maybe I didn't get it from this person, I don't know. Junior brother, please remind him."
When An Shigao heard this, his eyes fell on Chen Tong.
Recalling the few words he had read before shattering the book, he said, "The woman's clothes were messy, she was kneeling on her knees, her bright eyes were peeking at her charmingly..."
After hearing this, Chen Tong felt as if he had been struck by lightning.
What the hell is this?
Chen Tong's eyes widened and he was stunned.
The two old monks looked at each other, skipped a few pages and then changed a paragraph.
An Shigao opened his mouth and said, "At this moment, he hesitated to speak. His face was flushed, but he refused to beg for mercy first..."
An Shigao said another paragraph, Zhilou Jiacheng narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Chen Tong, and shook his head slightly.
An Shigao then said apologetically, "I disturbed the donor."
As he said this, he motioned to the fat monk on the side to see off the guests.
Chen Tong's face was filled with astonishment, and he didn't dare to think about what he had just experienced.
These two highly respected Buddhist monks actually read two paragraphs of Chun Shu to themselves just now.
What is this for?
When Chen Tong saw another person being brought over, he couldn't help but slow down.
I wanted to satisfy my curiosity, but unfortunately the monk next to me pressed me hard, so I could only step towards the layman.
When I took the time to look back, I saw the man shaking his head in denial with a red face.
An Shigao asked very urgently, his eyes fixed on Lou Jia's prophecy.
After a while, Zhiluo Jiaxie nodded, and immediately a monk came forward like a wolf, searched the man's body, and took out a small book.
An Shigao took the book in his hand and looked through it for a few times, then gestured to Zhiluo Jiajie and threw it into the fire beside him.
When Chen Tong walked far away, he found as many as three books at this time.
An Shigao threw the books into the sea of fire and looked at the next person indifferently.