Devil Seeds

  Chapter 476 Miaotian Zhenjun

  Gaowu World, Jinling City, Qinhuai Painting Boat.

  Several monks from the world of Baotong are all dressed up as scribes and warriors at the moment, mixing with many real quacks, merchants, and fun-seeking officials, in perfect harmony.

   Even better than those 'old players' who have long been accustomed to this world.

  Looking at the oiran dancing in the hall, the young monk named 'Xiuge' showed a bit of greed.

   "If there is any merit in this classical world of martial arts, it can only be a way of pleasing under the torment of feudalism."

"What blood, true energy, spirit, skills... Hunyuan should be consistent from beginning to end. Our sixth set of body casting exercises has perfectly achieved this, and now the tenth set is even more On top of this, ten conventional 'true meanings' are hidden in body casting exercises, if someone can comprehend one before the age of sixteen, he will be called a genius." Xiuge still did not change his arrogance.

   Like those guys who think they are from "Shangguo" and look down on the "small places" in the countryside.

  The other fellow monks around Xiuge stopped persuading him at this time.

  Perhaps they also thought the same way, but they were not as direct as Xiu Ge expressed.

  Suddenly, the red-faced cultivator let out a 'huh' sound.

   Then he got up suddenly, and with a movement of his body, he was already skimming over the water like a big bird, heading towards a small temple by the willow bank in the distance.

  The abrupt behavior of the red-faced monk surprised all his companions.

  In a short while, the rest of the people also walked on the waves, flew to the shore, and walked to the gate of the small temple together with the red-faced monk.

  Xiuge directly read the words on the small temple plaque.

   "Miaotian Zhenjun Temple!"

   "Miaotian Zhenjun? This name... sounds familiar! I seem to have heard it somewhere." Xiuge said.

  The red-faced monk said with a weird expression: "Of course you are familiar with it! Three years ago, the phantom drama "The Seventy-two Chasing Wife" was a hit. The most mysterious and powerful monk in that drama... is Miaotian Zhenjun."

  Xiu Ge was surprised and said: "Uncle! Didn't you say that you never watch phantom dramas?"

   "Also... I remember Chasing Wife Seventy-Two, it seems to be a high-sweet drama for girls, this... Do you like it too?"

  The red-faced monk fortunately kept his face so red that no one could see the embarrassment on his face clearly.

"Cough! This... is to find inspiration. Although some phantom dramas are exaggerated, the idea is still very good. Just like this drama... the reason why it became popular is because some monks who watched it actually It awakened the memory of the previous life and recovered part of the cultivation." The red-faced monk explained seriously.

   Then quickly said: "It should be a coincidence... After all, the word Miaotian is not uncommon."

   After saying that, he still stepped into the temple gate first.

  The incense in the small temple is unusual.

  Although there are pilgrims and believers who come and go, they are not dense.

  The atmosphere in the temple is light and elegant, and the wind blows through the phoenix bamboo in the yard, and there is a bit of tranquility in the midst of the hustle and bustle.

   "If you have the universe in your chest, you can burn incense and tell me. If you have the Tao in your mind, nature and things will last forever."

  There is a pair of couplets pasted on both sides of the statue of the **** made of clay and wood.

  Looking at the couplet, the expression of the red-faced monk was suddenly full of astonishment and surprise.

  He is very familiar with this couplet.

  Because...that's what he wrote.

   And the high-sweet drama of "Chasing Wife Seventy-two" was written by the red-faced monk.

  Because he is the screenwriter, he knows some of the details especially well.

When the hero pursued the heroine to the thirty-sixth life, in order to increase the ratings, the red-faced monk took a risk and made a show operation, turning the heroine into a man in this life, not only that, but also married a wife and had children. happy family.

  At this time, of course the male protagonist has crossed the gender barrier and is ready to force men to lock him up.

  But the wife of the heroine in this life came to her door, and she was furious.

  At the same time as the plot was exploding, the ratings were also skyrocketing.

   Just doing this, the plot will not go smoothly.

   In desperation, even if it violated the basic "rules" of screenwriting, the red-faced monk had no choice but to come up with "Heavenly Soldier".

  The hero was in a state of despair, and came to a small temple drunk.

  In the small temple, drink wine and worship with the mud-bodied wood sculpture Miaotian Zhenjun.

   Then I had a dream.

  After waking up from the dream, everything is upside down.

  Things in dreams turn into reality, and things in reality turn into dreams.

   In this way, the knot was finally untied, and the plot of the whole story was able to continue in the future.

   Not only that, in the following plots, Zhenjun Miaotian always appears as a "master key". Once the hero and heroine encounter problems that cannot be resolved, they will pray to Zhenjun Miaotian, the "good brother".

  After that, every bad luck turns good, and every death becomes good luck.

  The hole dug in Zhenjun Miaotian was so big that the red-faced monk didn't know how to fill it in the end.

  Simply after a few sentences, it was nothing.

  Let the audience use their imagination.

   "The name may be a coincidence... But even the couplets on the left and right sides of the statue are the same... This is a bit unreasonable!" The red-faced monk was puzzled and panicked.

  The originally relaxed mentality of 'playing' has completely begun to collapse.

   "No...not right!"

   "Perhaps my memory was read!"

   "This Miaotian Zhenjun...doesn't really exist, someone is plotting against me." The red-faced monk hurriedly calmed down, and then began to silently recite the meditation mantra passed down by the sect.

   "Dreams are not dreams, worlds are not worlds, you and me are not you and me, who are others?"

  "Liang Xiandi! You and I drink three hundred cups at night and discuss all kinds of things together. How can we see our old friend now, but are so unfamiliar and indifferent?" A voice suddenly sounded, but it shocked the red-faced monk.

  His surname is not Liang, but Bao.

  But the actor in that play is surnamed Liang.

  And what he can't tell others is... the hero in that play, part of the experience is what he really experienced.

   And when he was traveling in a certain world, he did use the pseudonym 'Liang Zhong'.

  The breath of the red-faced monk was flowing all over his body, and he said with a stiff expression: "Senior, don't make such jokes with me. I am from the Wandao Sect of Baotong Realm. My family teacher is Taiwu Daoist, and our ancestor Mengji Immortal."

But listening to that voice, he sighed and said: "It really is a meeting in a dream, and I don't recognize the person in the dream. There is cause and effect in the world, and you helped me to make a name for myself in Baotong. Today, when you and I meet in this world, it should be a different world. .Now it seems that I am self-righteous!"

   "Forget it! Forget it! I will teach you a piece of Fa today."

   "In the past, the kindness and virtue were scattered. You don't owe me, and I don't owe you. It's also solid."

   After finishing speaking, the voice spontaneously began to 'chant scriptures' in the red-faced monk's ear.

  The red-faced monk resisted at first, but after hearing a few words, he was shocked again, and he no longer felt contemptuous.

  As the words heard deepened, a deep feeling of annoyance also began to rise rapidly.

   "No! I can't pass up the opportunity."

"I once heard that there is a great power who transforms the Tao through dreams, and a little spiritual light disperses hundreds of millions of worlds. At the same time, he cultivates, connects with each other, and knows the heavens at the same time. Miaotian Zhenjun... Maybe I didn't fabricate it out of thin air, but there really is such a true monarch. It's just me I happened to meet his inspiration, and then I had a flash of inspiration, recorded it, and turned it into the play."

   Guts are knotting!

Goodnight everybody!

  (end of this chapter)