Beauty Comic Cultivation Record

A huge thunder split the sky, as if the entire underworld's sky was split in two. Then, thunder rang out continuously, shaking the earth and even the whole city of the dead.

The cold wind was like a sharp knife, blowing towards my face. Not only did my skin hurt as if it was being cut by the knife, but even my bone marrow seemed to be frozen.

Although he was in a depressed mood, King Yama was, after all, the Lord of Hell, the god of the underworld who had cultivated to become a golden immortal, and the lord of the netherworld.

He suddenly felt a chill in his bones and the explosion of thunder startled him, sobering him up instantly from his drunken state.

He used his magical powers and a beam of golden light burst out from his head, which turned into three rays and formed three golden lotuses the size of water tanks. The lotuses slowly rotated and rained light down, forming a brilliant pillar of light that surrounded his body. No matter how strong the wind was, it could not get close to him!

King Yama took a look at the drunken Lu Pan slumped over the long table, shook his head, said nothing, and left the hall!
Outside the hall, a group of ghost soldiers saw King Yama coming out and quickly knelt down to salute!

King Yama came to the highest point of the tower of the City of the Dead and looked up at the sky. At this time, the sky was howling with cold winds and covered with dark clouds. Among the dark clouds, the sky was filled with golden light and large amounts of blood light. The Shura warriors were fighting with the Buddhist guardians in heaven. In the dark clouds, a bloody rain was falling.

This is also thanks to the Buddhas and Arhats who took away trillions of dead souls, otherwise if these ghosts swallowed the blood of Asuras and Buddhas, it would cause a big chaos again.

The golden light and the bloody light were fighting in the sky thousands of miles above, but the aftermath of the shock wave came from far away in the sky, and even the entire City of the Dead began to tremble.

The entire underworld seemed to be shaking.

Fortunately, the gods of the underworld in the City of the Dead had received his orders early on.

In the entire Wrongful Death City, many ghost soldiers were guarding the city strictly and lifted the ban early. A golden light shot up to the sky and then covered down, protecting the entire city.

Tang Song stood on the top of the Wrongful Death City with his hands behind his back, looking at the howling wind and thunder in the sky, and then looking at the golden light above his head, he could not help but nodded and said:

"This forbidden method is quite interesting. It has the methods of the witch clan, the forbidden methods of the Taoist sect, and is mixed with the Yin energy of incense. It is not bad, but it is too messy!"

When King Yama heard the voice beside him, he was startled. A light flashed in his palm, and a pure black sword appeared in his hand.

Holding the sword in hand, King Yama turned and looked at the Taoist in green clothes beside him: "Who are you and why are you here?"

Tang Song smiled, bowed slightly to King Yama and said, "My name is Tang. I came to the netherworld to collect some water from the Yellow Spring to refine treasures. I didn't expect to encounter an unexpected disaster and be trapped in the City of the Dead! I didn't expect to disturb King Yama's leisure, I hope you won't blame me!"

"What do you mean by elegance or inelegance!" King Yama looked at Tang Song deeply, put away the sword in his hand, looked at the battlefield above the dark clouds, and sighed:
"I, the Lord of Hell, am just a decoration. If you want to get the water of the underworld, you can go and get it after you finish your business here. Just don't interfere with the cycle of reincarnation! This kind of cause and effect karma is not something a small god like me in the underworld can bear!"

King Yama is at least the Great God of the Underworld, whose rank is higher than that of the Golden Immortal of Taoism and the Arhat of Buddhism.
He knew that this Taoist could appear beside him silently without him noticing at all, so he must be the incarnation of some great master with supernatural powers.

No wonder, the Buddhist sect and the sea of ​​blood made such a commotion, and no one knows how many eyes it attracted secretly.

"Hey! This place has a good view!" As soon as King Yama finished speaking, a lazy voice sounded from the top of the city wall of the City of the Dead.

A clear light flashed, and a slovenly Taoist priest with a wrinkled robe and unkempt appearance appeared on the top of the city wall. He greeted King Yama in a familiar manner:

"Old Yan Wang, I'd like to borrow a place to watch the show. Is that okay with you?"

King Yama simply glanced at the slovenly Taoist priest and shook his head: "Do as you please!"

After saying this, King Yama turned around and left.

The sloppy Taoist was not polite and greeted Tang Song. Under Tang Song's strange gaze, he pulled out a cloud bed from the void and lay down on it carelessly, looking up at the sky with sleepy eyes.

Perhaps it is because the view from the top of the city of the dead is indeed quite good.

The arrival of this sloppy Taoist priest seemed to have opened a prelude, and from time to time, there were rays of light falling on the top of the city of the dead.

Outside the City of the Dead, the ban that was highly praised by the Tang and Song dynasties seemed to be just a decoration.

In the city of the dead, where no living people had been seen before, more than a dozen people came one after another in a short while.

Among these people there were monks and Taoists, and their aura was condensed and not leaked. Tang Song's gaze naturally divided into two parts, one to look at the appearance, and the other to look at the inner qualities.

The appearance of these beings may be that of noble ancient immortals wearing feathered robes, or serious-looking men wearing tall hats and wide belts, or magnificent palace dresses and skirts, or elderly men with white hair and beards. There are all kinds of different appearances.

And within, they are all existences comparable to the immeasurable universe.

Boundless Tao essence flows within it, carrying with it boundless heaviness, and the manifestation of its true body is not even inferior to the boundless and vast origin realm of Marvel's distant universe!

It’s just that they are in the top world like Yamafu, where the rules of heaven are tyrannical.

They are like balloons at the bottom of the ocean, compressed extremely hard.

If they were in the Sea of ​​Chaos, or in a world like the Marvel Multiverse, each of them had the power to destroy and create a multiverse.

The spiritual attainments of the dozen or so beings who came here are no less than those of the Bodhisattva Mahasthamaprapta.

The magical powers of some of them were so profound that Tang Song did not dare to watch for fear of getting into trouble.

After all, he still didn't know whether he was still an illegal resident in the eyes of the Heavenly Dao.

To be on the safe side, it would be better for him, a demon from outside the realm, to keep a low profile.

However, there was still one figure among them that Tang Song couldn't help but take a few more glances at.

Not only in the Tang and Song dynasties, when the fairy in the plain white flowing gauze palace skirt came here.

It immediately attracted everyone's attention, even a few monks couldn't help but cast their eyes.

"Taiyin Star Lord!"

Tang Song recognized the origin of this fairy at a glance, and of course it was not just her beauty that impressed him.

Yun Yan is already considered a top beauty, but this female fairy is even more stunningly beautiful. No wonder she made the Demon King so infatuated with her.

Having reached the Daluo realm, she has long gotten rid of superficial temptations. The reason why Taiyin Star Lord attracts attention is more because she controls the moonlight and has the innate Taiyin essence, which has a great attraction to all masculine ways.

The more powerful and domineering the way is, the easier it is to be attracted to it.

Taiyin Xingjun, the widow of the demon king who had lived in exile for many years, seemed to be accustomed to these looks. She walked straight to a place and had a good chat with a white-haired old woman.
Among these people, Tang Song also saw a familiar face, half squatting on the top of the city wall, chewing a pear in his mouth. Who else could it be but the Monkey King?

Seeing Tang Song here, the monkey waved enthusiastically and threw a pear over!
Tang Song caught it, wiped it with his sleeve, and started eating it directly. Hmm, it tastes not bad!
"Monkey! We are acquainted after all, so you can't be partial to one and ignore the other. Just share the pear!"

The Taoist who was lying on the cloud bed without any image saw Tang Song eating so sweetly that he couldn't help swallowing his saliva and said to the Monkey King.

The Monkey King smiled at the Taoist priest and said, "I can share it with you, but I can't give you my Jiao Li for free. Give me two gourds of Fire Dragon Pills to try!"

When the Taoist heard what the Monkey King said, he waved his sleeves and said, "You monkey, you are asking for too much. Two gourds of Fire Dragon Pills, don't you think your pears are ginseng fruits? I won't eat them anymore!"

"A gourd!" The Monkey King jumped to the Taoist's bed and stuffed a bowl-sized pear into his hand:
"There are some little monkeys in my mountain who are planning to condense their primordial spirit babies. They are just in need of pure Yang energy. Everyone knows that the Fire Dragon Pills in your Tushita Palace are full of pure Yang energy!
Daoist friend, please help me. I have a cellar of wine brewed from fruit ten thousand years ago. Open it immediately and I will have someone send you two jars later!"

"Gurgle!" Hearing the Monkey King say this, the sloppy Taoist's Adam's apple moved and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"Thirty jars! Monkey, it's not easy to refine the Fire Dragon Pill. The old waiter is watching very closely. I'll give you half a gourd! Don't be ungrateful. Half a gourd of Fire Dragon Pill is enough for all the monkeys in your mountain!"

The Monkey King shook his head and said: "Ten jars in exchange for one gourd of yours. This wine is not easy to brew. It took me more than two hundred years just to collect those fruits!

My wine is as good as the nectar of heaven! Taoist Zhuang Zhou, if you don’t like my taste, and you are not like some cunning people who drink a lot of wine and then pat their butts and walk away, and still don’t talk about friendship when we meet in the future, let alone ten jars, I won’t share even two jars with you! "

The Monkey King said this, flipping his light golden eyelids and looking at the middle-aged man in gold clothes beside him.

The Golden Winged Dapeng guardian had a defiant look on his face, not taking the Monkey King's ridicule to heart at all. He frowned and stared at Tang Songguan:

"Taoist! You look familiar to me. Have we met before somewhere?"

"Oh? I am just a casual cultivator, and I am used to wandering around the human world and heaven. Maybe I have met the Great Peng Guardian somewhere!"

Tang Song nodded and smiled at the Golden Winged Dapeng! The Golden Winged Dapeng guardian looked at Tang Song's face suspiciously, and after confirming that he had no impression of him, he turned his eyes away and set his eyes on the Monkey King.

"Monkey! I have had two servings of your wine, but I have already made an agreement with the Demon King Peng that I will not participate in the dispute between you and Lingshan. At most, I will not help either side.

Don't use the name of the demon tribe to attack me, I won't fall for it!"

The Golden-Winged Roc was used to being unruly. There were Buddhists among the people present, but as a Buddhist guardian, he openly said that he would not help either side, without caring about people's eyes at all.

"Amitabha!" A skinny old monk just smiled bitterly and chanted the Buddha's name softly after hearing the words of the Golden Winged Peng.

The middle-aged man in black clothes and with long hair looked at the golden-winged Roc thoughtfully.

After listening to the words of the Golden Winged Peng, the Monkey King's eyes showed a hint of joy. He did not expect that he could pull the Golden Winged Peng over with just two meals of wine.

The promise of not helping either side had apparently met his expectations long ago.

"Ten altars, we have a deal!" Zhuang Zhou was eager to reach an agreement with the Monkey King.

He scratched his head and said, "I don't have any Fire Dragon Pills right now. I'll go back to Tushita Palace and see if the old man has any in stock!"

"Monkey, how about you share ten jars of your wine with me?"

Suddenly, a small crack appeared in the void, and two Taoists walked out of the crack together.

Both Taoists had three long beards, feathered robes, star-shaped crowns, and hemp shoes, looking like immortals.

When everyone present saw the two Taoists, their expressions were different, especially their attitudes towards the Taoist on the left.

When a big man covered in animal skins saw the Taoist, he glared at him fiercely, then turned into a beam of light and left the Netherworld. It was obvious that he did not want to have any grudge against the two men.

“Senior Brother! It seems that you didn’t leave a very good impression on this ancient Wind Lord during the Battle of Zhuolu!” The Taoist on the right shook his head and chuckled.

The Taoist on the left snorted coldly: "He is just a remnant of the Wu clan. He does not know his destiny and will naturally be defeated! Sparing his life is already a favor from heaven!"

When the Golden-Winged Dapeng saw the two Taoists, especially the Taoist on the left who was listening and talking about numbers all the time, he couldn't help but roll his eyes!

Several of them were obviously ancient demon gods, and they seemed to have a bad impression of the Taoist priest. They left the place one after another and looked for another place!
The skinny old monk from the Buddhist sect stepped forward upon seeing the two of them and said, "Amitabha, I didn't expect that such a small matter would alarm the two Taoist friends!"

"It's a small matter! Kuruo Buddha! You almost destroyed the underworld, and this is still a small matter!"

The Taoist on the left did not give the skinny old monk any face at all.

With a light sigh, the Taoist on the right looked at the skinny old monk and said in a gentle voice:
"Buddha, our sect should not have been involved in the incidents at Lingshan and the Sea of ​​Blood, but the underworld is related to the operation of the heavenly way, so we have to come!"

As he spoke, the Taoist glanced at Taoist Zhuang Zhou on the cloud bed and said softly:
"The three religions are one. If your disputes disrupt the reincarnation cycle in this world, we will have no choice but to intervene!"

Facing the Taoist's gaze, Zhuang Zhou agreed dryly and without much enthusiasm:
"Right, right, right! What Junior Brother Yun Zhongzi said is also what our Taiqing lineage means!"

Yun Zhongzi?
That famous Golden Immortal of Fortune and Blessing of the Chan School!

Tang Song's heart moved and his eyes fell on the two Taoists.

In front of Yun Zhongzi, the one he could call his senior brother was definitely not the Nanji Xianweng, judging from his appearance. Could it be the Yellow Emperor's Imperial Master during the Battle of Zhuolu?

Tang Song looked the two Taoists up and down intently...

"No need to look. The one over there is Guangchengzi, the current head of the Chan sect in Jambu. The one next to him is Yunzhongzi. Didn't you attain enlightenment during the Three Sovereigns era? How come you don't even recognize them?"

Interesting, interesting. The Monkey King is smart. When he saw Tang Song’s expression, some strange ideas popped up in his mind.

He came closer and laughed oddly.

Tang Song shook his head and sighed, "I just didn't expect that the two ancient golden immortals would stay in this world and not leave with the saints!

How can I, a casual cultivator, get to know such a saintly disciple!

Monkey, don't think that everyone in the world has your innate ability to see and hear the sky!"

"That's true!" The Monkey King was touched by Tang Song's flattery and started to show off by scratching his ears and cheeks:
"That old monk with a thin face is the Lingshan Buddha...

The one wearing black clothes is Poxun, the great Asura king of the sea of ​​blood!

The one in yellow clothes is the ancient demon god Luwu. After the Queen Mother of the West and other saints went to the Primal Chaos, he was the one who took charge of West Kunlun.

That old woman is the Old Mother of Mount Li! The one beside her is Taiyin Xingjun, the current founder of Guanghan Palace! ..."

The monkey king's outspokenness angered the white-haired old mother of Mount Li: "Monkey! You deserve a beating!"

A light shout rang in the Monkey King's ears, and then he was hit hard on the head by a cane.

The Monkey King took one look at the Old Mother of Mount Li who was about to swing her cane at him again, and quickly covered his mouth with his hands, making ingratiating looks at her.

"You monkey, don't try to learn from Liu Er!" The Old Mother of Mount Li looked at the Monkey King and said.

The Monkey King was startled, and naturally knew that his mother was reminding him:

"Hehe, you know I'm a tight-lipped person!"

The old mother of Mount Li glanced at Tang Song and said, "This young man is unfamiliar to me. I haven't seen him before!"

Tang Song chuckled: "Maybe it's because I haven't been out for a long time! I didn't expect that I would miss such an opportunity by going into seclusion!"

Tang Song pointed to the sky and said with a smile: "The world outside must be very exciting, aren't you excited?"

Yun Zhongzi came over at this time, put his hands in his sleeves, and said with a calm smile:
"The outside is colorful, but also very dangerous; unlike this world, where the winds are calm and the waters are peaceful, it is a good place for spiritual practice!"

"The sea is calm and the wind is peaceful!" Tang Song looked at the sky filled with blood, and his face looked strange.

"Sister! The three religions are originally one family! I hope Shangqing can lend a helping hand in this mediation!"

Yun Zhongzi nodded slightly towards the Old Mother of Mount Li.

The old mother of Mount Li rolled her eyes and sneered:
"The three religions are one family. Aren't you Buddhism, Taiqing, and Yuqing one? We, Shangqing, will not interfere in your affairs, and we cannot afford to interfere!"

After saying this, the Old Mother of Mount Li walked straight to the side.

.........

Guang Chengzi was a straightforward person. He looked coldly at the Buddhist monk Ku Rong Buddha and Po Xun:
"I don't care what grudges you have. If you want to fight, go to the Primal Chaos and fight to the death. But if you dare to disturb the Netherworld, don't blame me for not warning you!"

As expected of Si Zhong Jinxian of the Chan sect, he speaks in a domineering manner.

Tang Song was eating a pear tree and watching with great interest.

Yun Zhongzi came up to the Monkey King with a smile and threw a hundred treasure bags to him: "Monkey, use this to exchange for a few jars of wine!"

The Monkey King took a look at the treasure bag, and it seemed to him like a piece of red-hot charcoal. He threw it back to Yun Zhongzi in a hurry:
"I can't stand these things of yours!"

"Don't panic, look carefully, these are just some imitations that I refine every day, see how many jars of wine you can exchange for them!"

(End of this chapter)