The adventure begins again——
——Bu Liuxing is twenty-six years old. He is Galahad’s assistant and a student.
The moment he boarded the train, he found a sense of freshness that he had not seen for a long time. The wars in the past few years had made him a little tired. Every time he went to a new place, he would beheaded or shed tears, cleaning up the mess left by the Crazy Butterfly Holy Cult, hearing The story is bitter and astringent, as if the whole world has turned dark.
In the early autumn of 2032, this passionate man was going to make new friends. When I got into the carriage, I looked around impatiently.
He held the ticket in his hand, left the two weapon cases next to the luggage rack, found the seat with the ticket number, and immediately began to wait expectantly for his companions.
For this exploration mission, the boss arranged a mysterious guest for Meteor——
——Ao rhen Mingde knew that this boy liked surprises, so he did not explain the identity of the guest in advance. Missions to explore unknown land usually require VIP units to be dispatched. The boss just notes this, and it is definitely not 3301.
The exploration mission of Shinto City is also a VIP trial mission of Meteor.
At this moment, there is no one else in the huge carriage. Going to the Pacific Rim geological plate, there is no transportation station or trade transfer station along the way. It can be said that we are living towards death - naturally there are no other passengers traveling with us.
Meteor waited for a long time, calculating the time in his mind. Seeing that the train was about to leave the station, he, the conductor, the stoker, and the conductor repeatedly confirmed that there was indeed such a traveler.
At the critical moment of the last ten seconds, I saw a shadow, sprinting from the platform to the road leading to the Council of Five Kings. It was like Bolt was possessed. Both legs ran out of the afterimage, and finally rushed onto the train. Iron plate, get into the carriage.
Meteor was stunned for a moment, as if he was frightened, and he looked carefully.
This person is six feet tall, more than 180 centimeters tall, with a well-proportioned body, three-dimensional facial features, and a kind of expression...
There is something indescribably weird——
——The man had a standard Asian face, with a calm and natural expression. He was wearing a black wide-sleeved cardigan with a black and gold-embroidered Chinese-style shirt underneath.
Besides, this man's accessories are a bit particular. He is wearing a pair of square-framed sunglasses. The iron-making craftsmanship of the frames and the inscriptions on the temples are the pyroxene made by Ling Weng - he is a black stone man.
It's always night in the underground world. Where can there be sun except Wang Xin? It’s too weird to wear sunglasses on your face every day.
Don't wait for the meteor to open its mouth——
——The visitor introduces himself.
"Luo Pingan, haven't you asked for advice?"
Meteor looked at the old immortal at the [Gate of Wonders] in surprise. Ever since he came to the Nine Realms and the nameless reform, he had never seen this old comrade who had retreated behind the scenes.
Ah Xing immediately replied: "My name is Bu Liuxing! That's..."
Before Meteor could finish speaking, Taoist Ping An immediately answered: "The second in command of the Nameless Family, I have admired you for a long time!"
Speaking of this false reputation, Mr. Ping An clasped his fists and bowed, revealing the ruler in his wide sleeves, which must be his stick.
I have seen this Ruler Meteor before. Teacher A Ling once had one. It was a titanium-plated steel ruler made from the remains of Mingde, and it was called [Doing Evil for Heaven].
At this moment, the ruler in Mr. Ping An's hand was longer and thicker than the one in Teacher A's hand. Xing was also curious - how on earth this object was hidden.
He followed Mr. Ping An, secretly spying on Mr. Ping An's expression from behind.
——The gentleman does not have long hair, he has a neat and clean cut. He has no other accessories, and he does not wear a Taoist robe or sword. Apart from a pair of white silk martial arts pants, there is nothing special about him.
He was holding back a lot of questions. Mr. Ping An didn't take the initiative to ask, and it was not convenient for him to ask.
After the two of them sat down, Meteor twisted in his seat like a maggot. He felt like he was neither sitting nor standing. He wanted to say something, but an unknown force prevented him from speaking.
He felt it! That's Mr. Heian's spiritual pressure.
It's like a mountain, a living, breathing mountain.
Although Director Ping An's voice sounded very young, and the enthusiasm with which he introduced himself when they first met was very cordial, when they arrived at the long table in the carriage, Ryusei was like a child who did not dare to make mistakes when meeting his elders.
So he twisted for a long time, finally remembered the morning class that he had been missing, and immediately started exercising. He thought to himself - during this trip, he must regain some muscles!
Luo Pingan: "Are you sick?"
Meteor had just finished a set of push-ups when he heard this surprised question.
"Oh! Mr. Ping An..."
"Don't call me sir!" Luo Pingan frowned, his face full of disgust, becoming philistine and tacky: "As soon as you opened your mouth, I felt like I was going to give out a red envelope."
Meteor stood up, not quite understanding what Mr. Ping An meant.
"What's the meaning?"
Luo Ping'an explained: "There are so many disciples in my monastery. When they grow up and get married, I will give them red envelopes. When they have children, I will give them red envelopes. When their children grow up, I will give them red envelopes. From 1932 to 2009, I will give them red envelopes." In 2032 - I gave out more than six million yuan in red envelopes."
The broad sleeves of the robe were waved, and Mr. Ping An rolled up his sleeves and sighed.
"Hey! The first one to send silver taels was Yuan Datou. The disciples, disciples and grandsons first called me master, then master, master, and finally ancestor! I asked them not to call, don't call, sir. Later, it was better. When they heard sir, they called me sir. Money! - Please ptsd! I really know how to shit!"
Meteor didn't expect this old god to be so cool. He spoke Mandarin with a Fujian accent, and all of a sudden the mountain-like spiritual pressure gradually dissipated.
He sat back down opposite Mr. Ping An with a smile and asked.
"Then peace! What's your zodiac sign?"
Luo Ping'an opened his phone and took a look at the memo: "Taurus!"
Meteor immediately said: "Taurus is great! Taurus is great! Make money quickly and spend it quickly! I am rich! We must have a lot to talk about!"
"Whether we want to talk or not depends on fate!" Luo Pingan rolled up his sleeves to prepare tea for Meteor. He picked up the teapots on the long table and gave the young man Ah Xing something to drink. He was very down-to-earth. Angry: "You don't care about money! Ah Xing, let me tell you (han), you can't finish your money, life has to go slowly - if it goes too fast, it will be easy for evil spirits to attack the heart, and there will be that extraterrestrial demon flying over. .”
Meteor listened with great interest. He loved chatting with such a talkative uncle.
Taoist Ping An continued: "All kinds of thoughts, all flying together! How scary it is! Look at the young people today. One moment their souls are at home, and the next second they follow the video to go abroad. , running around but not in the body - that mind, a lot of evil spirits have entered. Children quarrel with parents, men quarrel with women, brothers also quarrel with each other. It seems that they are quarreling with each other, but in fact they are two. The evil spirits in my heart and the demons are about to start fighting when they come together. They are not doing things at all. They are all possessed by evil spirits and are being controlled. Drink tea and drink tea."
Meteor: "Mr. Ping An..."
"Don't call me sir..." Taoist priest Ping An interrupted: "If you keep shouting, I will take out the money from my clothes. I practice swordsmanship and martial arts to protect my relatives and brothers, and I don't even have to pay. That conditioned reflex is smooth - don't Yelled it!"
Meteor smiled with two rows of big teeth: "Hahahahahaha!"
"How happy you are with a smile." Luo Ping'an looked serious, which was very consistent with Teacher A Ling's serious nonsense character: "I said it seriously, you listen carefully."
"When I go out and meet friends, I want to make friends, but the first thing I do is to pay. It's very sad."
“It’s hard to help others when you see an injustice, but the first thing you do is to pay for it, which is even more sad.”
"In ancient times, the word sir could be used by both men and women, but now it can only be used by men..."
Luo Ping'an stopped talking midway through.
"Forget it, forget it, I can't talk about this, I'm off topic. Drink tea, drink tea, be calm, Taoism is natural, yin and yang are in harmony, and you can live forever."
Meteor quickly said: "Drink, drink, brother Ping'an."
"Thank you. I want to thank you." Taoist Ping An said with a smile, "Then I will be the big brother and help you overcome the disaster. You must listen to me this time! Otherwise, your life will not be saved."
There is a hint of a charlatan and fortune teller in these words——
——Liu Xing didn't take it to heart, he just asked why the Taoist priest stepped on the spot to get on the bus.
"I just saw you, Brother Ping An, running into the car in such a hurry. Why?"
Luo Ping'an said bluntly: "Something happened."
Meteor asked: "Oh...is it important? This is my VIP trial mission. Is Taoist Ping An still preparing his weapons?"
Luo Pingan then said bluntly: "I overslept."
Meteor squirted out the window with a sip of tea.
Luo Ping'an described: "What a powerful water magic. Most people can't spray it so far."
Meteor: "Just because...overslept?"
"How?" Luo Ping'an didn't mean to be joking: "Isn't life just about eating, drinking, having diarrhea, and sleeping? The five bodies, five elements, and five things, birth, old age, illness, death, and reincarnation. Isn't sleep a big deal? The biggest thing...isn't it weird?"
Meteor shook his head, not knowing what to say.
Luo Ping'an continued: "To be a human being, you must tell the truth, do real things, and be a real person - I can't lie to you, a child. I just went to the disco last night and overslept. In the morning, I remembered that there was such a person. At work, I was woken up by a phone call from Yin Zhu."
Saying this, Master Ping An's expression was distorted.
"The beast is so angry! Super angry! So fierce! Tell me how important this is, how important it is, this month's performance and overtime pay, and whether you want holidays! I really know how to shit on this kind of boss! It's so important. Arrange partners for so many people, but not one for me? Treat them differently and ask for my help."
"Your pyroxene and sticks are all given by good cats. My things are all from the alchemy room and Xuanqifang. Please have mercy on me, brothers and sisters, and give me the best equipment!~ That feels like It's like getting on a pirate ship. There is a fairy with a charming posture standing on the mast of the pirate ship, telling you that you want to practice double cultivation."
"You go up and take a look, oh! Wow! In short, it's very wow!"
"Uncover the deck, and inside it is a magnetic field rotating 500,000 times, waiting to jump you!"
Taoist priest Ping An pursed his lips and shrugged, with his double chin protruding. His posture was very rich and his expression was very clear.
"Axing, we are not in the same company. I, the elder brother, will give you a few words of advice. Don't blame me for being a random dad - I am too daddy, so don't blame me."
"The Blood Butterfly cult is indeed about to be wiped out by the Anonymous. There are still many, many bad people who use the banner of benevolence and morality to defraud people of their money and live a life of deception. The people who are deceived only lack brains. Be careful! "
Taoist Ping An just scolded Aohun Mingde behind Li Xing's back, without saving any face for the boss.
"Look at this good cat, it's just relying on its beauty to seduce you young people to work hard. Although the treatment is enough and the sincerity is sincere, but...but I don't have it!~"
"The point is that I don't have it. The most painful thing in the world is that others have it but I don't."
Meteor: "Hahahahahaha!"
"You're still smiling!" Ping An refilled the tea for Meteor: "You have to be a real person. You can laugh when you want to laugh, cry when you want to cry, and say what you want to say. This is the happiest thing in the world."
Meteor nodded fiercely: "Yes, yes! Yes, yes!"
"Hey, do you have any more questions?" Mr. Ping An was also cheerful and immediately went straight to the topic: "Go on, I know you must be a curious baby. Looking at the plump heaven, the straight nose, thick eyebrows and big eyes, you must be affectionate and righteous. My little friend, your lips are so thick, the little sister kissing you is so happy."
The scenery outside the window flies by, and across a wide underground waterway, the sound of rushing water in the river valley can be heard.
Meteor shouted loudly, but he was afraid Taoist priest Ping An couldn't hear clearly.
"Brother Ping An has always been like this...this style?"
"Wherever there is, people will grow." Ping An immediately replied without thinking: "I used to be suave and handsome, but now I am only handsome. I always tell the truth. Girls don't like it." I can’t be romantic anymore.”
Meteor was still a little confused, so he continued to ask.
"I watched those TV dramas about people cultivating and seeking truth... aren't they all..."
Ping An immediately replied: "It's an idol drama! It's about making money, so of course the show has to be good."
Immediately afterwards, Master Ping An began to chatter again.
"Not to mention two or three hundred years ago, just a hundred years ago, in Daxia, there were still people who were half-clothed at my mountain gate. The old farmers who were engaged in production and construction and farming had no sleeves on their clothes. I also had a yellow face. They are all studying this tool for plowing the ground - where is the life without farming? The immortals played in TV series are all underworld."
Meteor: "Underworld?"
"Yes, I fight and kill all day long." Taoist Ping An immediately said: "When I have nothing to do, I go out on the street with a knife or a sword. I am afraid that others will not know that I am a red stick in the sect. If I disagree, I will start a fight. , after the treatment, there wasn’t even a mud mark on my body – that’s what sisters like.”
"The immortal sect fought for territory before. Look at the Nine Realms going up. Wasn't it the same in HK earlier? The movies they made were all about how handsome Haonanzi was and how powerful he was at killing people. That gang The story of fighting for territory has now turned into cultivating immortals. The most fantastic thing is that the double-flowered red stick that kills people every day can still be clean on the body."
Meteor is coming and interested——
"——Then Brother Ping'an! How does your sect..."
Before Meteor could finish speaking, Taoist Ping An seemed to have the power to read minds.
He answered.
"Do you want to practice martial arts or culture?"
Meteor: "Xiu Wu?"
"It's the same as your elder brother's god of death." Luo Ping'an said immediately: "If there are robbers, kill robbers, if there are traitors, kill traitors, if there is a stupid emperor, kill the stupid emperor - use whatever weapon you get, and destroy it It’s too late to practice, and you have no choice. Over time, you will become a weapons master.”
Meteor: "Will the problem be solved if we kill them all?"
"Of course." Luo Ping'an didn't take it seriously: "Kill all the bad ones, and the rest will be good, right?"
Meteor: "What about Xiu Wen?"
Luo Pingan thought for a long time, and it was difficult to explain this orthodoxy clearly in a few words.
"That's just chanting sutras, reasoning, and making money. Without money, there are no resources, no medicine to cure diseases, no wind, no water, no good environment, and no way to deal with evil spirits. The little brothers in the sect will be taken care of later. If they are disciples, they will become bad - they want to let the sect do things for them, and become a devil who only cares about themselves and not everyone else."
Speaking of which, Ping An poured new tea into Meteor.
"The same is true in the mortal world now, in the human world. There are so many evil spirits and demons, and there are beautiful colorful worlds everywhere, but they are not our own. On that small screen - we must give people's true energy It's sucked away, oh no, you call this essence."
"There are so many products in high-rise buildings, but the money in my pocket can only buy one thing. It seems like I have everything, and I am dazzled, but in fact I have nothing."
"In ancient times, I also liked to go outside Yihong Building to see my sister, but I never went in - of course it was not because I had no money. I felt that this was wrong. You can't sell your sons and daughters. While I denounced this behavior, I couldn't help but go inside. Look. I think this is me fighting myself, it’s a kind of practice.”
"Nowadays, everyone is looking at their sisters online. Giving money to them may be an upgrade in the industry, but adults have begun to dislike their wives. Younger people have also begun to fear, fearing that they will not find such a sister, and are struggling with desire. ——I have to fight with myself for a long time.”
"The Yi hexagram is mysterious. Life is mostly ups and downs, water, fire and heat - water, fire, yin and yang are constantly flowing."
"Tsk——"
Taoist priest Ping An turned decadent and became energetic again.
"——Don't talk about this! I studied under [Wugongshu·Taiyi Xuanmen]. This is my brand, and the recruitment slogan is very easy to understand."
Meteor crossed his hands and looked at the real man's energy.
Luo Ping'an read his sect's slogan, a sentence that was so emotional that it almost seemed like a question.
"Live again! What will you choose!?"
