Purgatory Artist

"You are really rich and honorable in this aspect, but it's a pity that you have been killed. If you don't get rid of it, you may be worried about your life recently!"

The old Dao shook his head and talked madly.

Opposite him sat a girl, twenty-eight-year-old with a beautiful face, surrounded by maids and servants.

The old Dao looked like a thin quail in front of the burly underlings.

"Then how can I get rid of the evil spirit from me?" the girl asked.

The old man smiled and pointed his finger at the tattered piece of paper on the ground.

The girl looked and saw that it said:

"Take people's money and money to eliminate calamities with others."

"How much?" the girl asked.

"Thirty coins." Old Dao said with his fingers.

"So many! Twenty will work?"

"Girl, it's a matter of life to resolve your evil spirits. Thirty coins are already low enough, and you can't bargain anymore, otherwise you will be guilty of heaven."

The woman looked at the old way, and saw that he was sickly and skinny, and there was a blind child with a broken arm standing beside him.

"Oh, you almost fooled a liar!" she sneered.

"Liar?" The old Dao said in a daze.

"Those who can fortune telling are all experts. You can't even afford to eat, and you don't seem to be a true cultivator, but like a liar, I don't count."

After the girl had finished speaking, she stood up and left.

The maids and servants who were waiting around her hurriedly followed.

Several men who looked like nursing homes also gave a veteran look as a threat.

After everyone had left, the old way squatted on the spot, sighing with a sigh of relief.

Only then did the child on the side speak: "Master, you still can't make money."

"Mom, I can eat with my own skills, why don't these people believe it? By the way, why did you say ‘or’ just now?" The old Dao grabbed a lice from his hair and pinched it to death at will.

The child grinned and said casually: "It's nothing."

The old way turned his head and continued to set up a fortune-telling stall.

The child stood beside him, lost in thought.

The Lord of Nightmare cannot defeat the six reincarnations.

The hexagrams are displayed like this.

However, the hexagram image did not further show whose strength this "unbeatable" actually represented was higher.

If you want to calculate further, you need a stronger cultivation base and a higher strength.

And he is only five years old now.

The child sighed.

Suddenly there was a whisper in the ear:

"Liu Ping, how do I feel that there is a problem in this world."

Lilith!

During the battle, she hid in Kashu until everything was over and Liu Ping turned into a baby, and she reappeared.

"What's the problem?" Liu Ping asked.

"I am the spirit of the card book of the death element. I have gradually become familiar with this world in the past few years. I feel that there is no death passage in this world." Lilith said.

The passage of death is the passage for sentient beings to another world after death.

Liu Ping thought for a while, and suddenly remembered something.

The historical recorder once said to himself a passage in which there is information about the world:

"In this parallel world, the world of six reincarnations is incomplete..."

"Everything here is not fixed."

incomplete.

Not fixed.

The former means that the world is lacking, and the latter means that everything is possible.

If you say...The Lord of Nightmare cannot defeat the Six Paths...

As Liu Ping was thinking, Lilith's voice came again:

"Hurry up and reach the Golden Core Stage, Liu Ping, I have studied the system of this world. When you reach the Golden Core Stage, the strength of your soul is barely enough to open the card book and use a card."

"Okay, I will continue to work hard." Liu Ping said.

At this time, a few streams of light flew from the sky and quickly fell down, appearing as a few practitioners not far from the two of them.

This is the market entrance of the town, where people come and go, and it is very lively.

The appearance of a few cultivators with fluttering clothes and a faint ray of light immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Many people have already knelt on the ground and started kowtow.

A arrogant male monk looked around and hummed softly:

"Oh, these mortals are really humble."

"Let's go, eat first, and then hurry." His companion urged.

"Where to go?"

"There is an Eight Immortal House in this city, and the dishes are very good."

"go!"

Under the attention of everyone, they swaggered towards the restaurant.

People along the way gave way.

Lao Dao squatted in the corner, looking at the practitioners, and said to the children beside him:

"Envy or not?"

The child disdainfully said: "People have big fish and big meat to eat, but Master, you have to think about eating buns for a long time. Don't you feel embarrassed? Ask me if I am envious?"

The old Dao's face blushed, and he scolded, "Stop talking nonsense, how can we ascetics pursue material desires? We want—"

The child lowered his head to untie a string of copper coins from his waist and muttered to himself: "I only used a few of the coins given by the wild dog, and there is still such a long string. It just happens that Master's injury is still unhealed. Would you like to invite him? How about eating noodles at Baxianlou?"

"My generation monk, if the food doesn't eat well, what else can I do? Let's go!" The old Dao answered immediately.

"The master said that I was about to taste the taste of that house." The boy said.

The two closed the stall and swaggered towards the direction of the Eight Immortals Tower.

When I arrived at the restaurant, it was already a meal.

The two of them found a seat by the window, ordered a few dishes each, and then slowly waited for the dishes to be served.

There was a noise not far away.

I heard someone cry with joy: "Since the evil spirit from the little girl has dissipated, these twenty taels of golden rights are used as rewards, and I hope the immortals will laugh at it."

The master and apprentice looked at each other.

Listening to this voice, this movement is obviously the same woman before.

"Master, you have been robbed of business." Liu Ping teased.

"Huh, business, she doesn't want to believe it." Old Tao said.

When the food came up, the two raised chopsticks together.

suddenly.

The woman seemed to see the master and apprentice, and immediately said to several monks:

"Dear immortals, as you said, Guashu is an extremely difficult practice technique, but the little girl met a liar on the side of the road."

A monk said: "Oh? How much did he lie to you?"

"No, I knew he was a liar when I saw him, so I was not fooled." The woman said.

As she spoke, she looked at the two masters and apprentices.

The two masters and apprentices ignored them and immersed themselves in eating vegetables.

Several monks over there also felt that there was no need to talk nonsense with a mortal.

"Okay, the evil spirit on you is gone, go on."

"Yes."

The woman with the maidservants was about to retreat, she suddenly trembled all over, sat down on the ground, bleeding from her mouth.

The monks were all startled.

One put his hand on the woman, shook his head and said, "No, it's no help."

After he finished speaking, he felt a little bad.

Under the gaze of everyone, just as people like myself "resolved" the evil spirit on the opponent, the opponent immediately fell into dying and was about to die.

It seems that people like myself have become liars.

Another monk immediately said: "This mundane woman must have been deceived by a liar, and she has been hit by a vicious curse. This is the end."

Snapped.

The chopsticks in Liu Ping's hand suddenly broke.

"What are you doing?" Old Tao asked.

"Save people." Liu Ping smiled gently.

He strode to the woman and said: "My master said, you need 30 coins to resolve your evil spirit, are you willing?"

The maid beside the woman hurriedly said: "Thirty articles! Save our lady, any money will do!"

Liu Ping nodded, stretched out his hand and patted the woman a few times.

The woman's stiff body suddenly recovered.

She looked at the blind boy in front of her suspiciously, and then at the veteran who was drinking not far away.

A cultivator sneered and said, "Sure enough, I was bewitched by a liar. How can there be any evil spirits in the world that can be cured with a single shot?"

The woman thought she understood, and said to Liuping: "You hurt me!"

"Use your brain to speak. When my master tells you fortune-telling, he is far away from you from beginning to end." Liu Ping said.

When the woman thought about it, she felt that what the child said was reasonable, and she couldn't help looking at the monks.

"It must be an evil technique! Speaking of which, who is your master and apprentice?" another monk yelled.

Several monks held down the weapons around their waists one after another, as if they were about to use their hands.

Liu Ping ignored it, and only said to the woman: "Chenghui thirty cents."

The woman looked at the twenty taels of gold she had just put on the table to thank the monks. UU read www.uukanshu.com and looked at the little hand stretched out by the child.

"Thirty pens? Only thirty pens?" she asked.

"Yes." Liu Ping said.

"Forget it, I don't care what the matter is, I will give you thirty cents." The woman motioned to the maid beside her to give the money.

Liu Ping took the money, turned and walked back.

For a while, there were whispers everywhere in the restaurant.

A child took a few shots and healed the woman; and the monks collected twenty taels of gold, but let the other side fall in front of him, helpless.

This matter is incomprehensible.

As soon as Liu Ping walked back to his seat, he heard the monks speak:

"This demon is making trouble here, I'm afraid that once we leave, they will have another disaster. It seems that we still need to eliminate evil."

Several practitioners stood up.

After all, there must be a result, otherwise, how will people like themselves gain a foothold in the future?

A murder intent suddenly appeared on Liu Ping's body, and then quickly disappeared.

The old Dao sighed and said: "I am in a bad state today, and my fortune-telling is always wrong. Please forgive me for one or two."

Those cultivators thought they were in power, but refused to let it go, and forced them to come up with strides.

Liu Ping suddenly spoke:

"Master, you have too much compassion in your heart, so today's hexagram is not accurate."

"Do these people have to act according to the fate of the hexagram?" the old Tao asked.

"The world is not benevolent, and the avenue is ruthless, it shows that all beings are equal." Liu Ping said.

He looked at the practitioners who were forced to come up.

"Light and shadow techniques, breeze techniques-are all small tricks, you only use them to be in front of others, and you like to covet other people's property, and your temperament is like this. This life practice has come to an end."

"Well, let me see you off."

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