Guyang City.
Laifu Inn, in the corridor on the second floor.
In the early morning, before dawn, Qian Fu got up early.
After washing up briefly, he went to the kitchen to get a bowl of fish soup and sent it to the guest room on the second floor.
As the shopkeeper of Laifu Inn, Qian Fu didn't need to do these chores.
But there is no way.
In the past few days, monks from various sects have gathered in Guyang City, making the entire Guyang City lively.
Once there were more people, there would naturally be an endless stream of guests coming to the hotel, and the inn's staff would be a little overwhelmed.
In desperation, shopkeeper Qian Fu had no choice but to go into battle himself and help with the fight...
'Bang'!
In the hallway on the second floor.
The shopkeeper Qian Fu was about to deliver the fish soup to the guest's room when he suddenly heard a loud roar coming from his ears.
Along with this loud noise, a purple-red tentacle with suction cups on its surface stretched out from the wall of the guest room.
this....
The sudden purple-red tentacles shocked the shopkeeper Qian Fu and fell to the ground with a look of horror on his face.
What the hell is this?
Qian Fu instinctively wanted to escape.
But the purple-red tentacles that appeared inexplicably not only looked ferocious, but also exuded a suffocating sense of oppression at all times.
This sense of oppression made the shopkeeper Qian Fu almost breathless.
His legs felt weak.
Dizzy, I found that I couldn't even stand, let alone run away...
But fortunately, the tentacle did not attack Qian Fu. Not long after it appeared, it drilled back from the wall on its own.
Not long after, Chengshuo was seen walking out of the guest room.
He looked down at the shopkeeper Qian Fu, with a dangerous aura about him: "What did you see just now?"
Thinking of the purple-red tentacles just now, shopkeeper Qian Fu was shocked and said in horror: "I didn't see anything!"
Chengshuo frowned and explained: "What I just cast was just a very common 'Flying Sword Spell'. Although the movement is a bit loud, you won't be so scared, right?"
"Yes Yes Yes!"
The shopkeeper Qian Fu showed an expression of "I understand" and kept nodding his head: "My lord just practiced the flying sword spell. It's just that the movement was a little too loud. It's because I was so timid that I was scared like this."
Why is this person so weird...
Chengshuo stared at the other person for a long time. Seeing that the other person was really just scared, he smiled and shook his head: "Don't worry, I damaged your wall and I will compensate you."
"No, no, no!" Qian Fu said hurriedly: "It's just a wall repair, it won't cost much."
"that...."
As he spoke, he picked up a small bowl of fish soup that had been spilled on the floor, and said cautiously: "Sir, this is the fish soup just stewed by the kitchen. You can taste the taste."
Fish soup....
"vomit!"
When he heard the word 'fish soup', Cheng Sheng, who was still smiling, suddenly showed a look of disgust: "In my life, I hate it the most when people make fish soup for me to drink. You can take it away!"
"Yes Yes Yes!"
The shopkeeper Qian Fu picked up the fish soup and rushed down to the second floor without asking any questions...
There's something weird about this guy.
Looking at the back of shopkeeper Qian Fu leaving, Chenghuo showed a thoughtful look on his face.
After a long time, he returned to the guest room and continued to practice the 'Golden Light Shadow Sword'...
…
time flies.
Seven days have passed since Chenghuo checked into Laifu Inn.
During these seven days, Qian Fu, the shopkeeper of Laifu Inn, felt like he was being tortured by fire almost all the time.
Every time he recalled the purple-red tentacles he saw on the second floor of the inn that day, his whole body would tremble uncontrollably.
Qian Fu also forced himself not to think about the tentacle.
But the more he behaves like this, the more frequently the appearance of the tentacle appears in his mind.
In such a panic all day long, he sometimes even felt that he had never seen any tentacles that day.
All this is just his illusion.
Yes, hallucination.
hey-hey....
At noon.
In the guest room on the second floor.
Chengshuo sat cross-legged on the bed and used his spiritual power to take back all the countless 'golden light shadow swords' floating around him.
Seven days...
After unremitting efforts, Cheng Sheng finally mastered the 'Golden Light Shadow Sword' to perfection.
Now, he can condense more than twenty flying swords in one breath, and can retract and deploy them freely.
But maybe it's because of using 'spiritual power' to perform this method.
These flying swords are not as sharp as those described in the "Shadow Sword" secret book, which can break gold and crack stones.
But each one is powerful and heavy.
Rather than using the flying sword to chop down the enemy, it is better to say that the flying sword is used to 'smash' people.
Due to the heavy weight of the situation, it is difficult to control those flying swords to fill the sky with sword shadows, but in terms of power, they are thunderous.
After receiving the magical power, Chengshuo came to the lobby on the first floor of the inn.
In the distance, he heard a faint whisper.
"Hehehehe....tentacles, I can grow tentacles....hehehehehe...."
The person who made this whisper was Qian Fu, the manager of Laifu Inn.
Looking at his crazy appearance, Cheng Sheng felt a little helpless.
Not surprisingly, this person is most likely crazy.
And it is very likely that he was scared to death.
I don’t know who did it.
Too cruel....
After stopping for a moment, Cheng Sheng stopped looking at the shopkeeper Qian Fu going crazy.
He walked straight out of the inn and came to a vendor selling sugar paintings.
When the latter saw Cheng Sheng, he hurriedly drew a sugar monkey and handed it over: "Sir, the man you wanted to wait for received news yesterday. He asked you to go to Guyang Mountain to find him. "
"Yes." Chenghuo nodded, threw a few coins to the other party, and then hurried towards Guyang Mountain outside Guyang City.
Because of the 'Ancient Immortal Relics', Guyang Mountain is already crowded with people at this moment.
Chengshuo landed on the top of the mountain in a cloud. From a distance, he saw a group of monks coming towards him.
Although all of these monks were well-educated, they were dressed in rags.
There were no storage bags on their waists, but they were all carrying luggage.
Their monks' robes were sewn with countless patches, and their shoes were mostly torn and rotten.
"donor."
When they arrived in front of the monk, the leading monk performed a namaste and then said: "We are great Buddhist monks and want to ask the donor for some vegetarian food."
Buddhists are also monks.
And monks are never short of money.
Seeing a group of Buddhist cultivators coming to beg for alms from him, Cheng Huo felt strange in his heart.
He was worried that there was some kind of problem, so he said cautiously: "I don't have much to eat, sorry."
"excuse me."
When the begging failed, the monk was neither annoyed nor demanding. He just rushed to Cheng Huo and said namaste, and then led the team to leave.
Lean less.
I saw Le Zhengxunyi and a girl who was no more than fifteen or sixteen years old coming to Chengsheng.
He asked aloud: "Fellow Taoist, those monks from Great Buddhism didn't say anything strange to you just now, did they?"
"No." Chengshuo shook his head: "They just asked me for food. I thought they were very weird, so they didn't give it to me."
"It's fine if I don't give it."
Le Zhengxunyi seemed to be relieved and said: "Those monks in Great Buddhism are very evil. It is best for fellow Taoists to have less contact with them."
Chengshuo looked puzzled: "What kind of evil trick? What would happen if I just gave them food?"
"Nothing will happen."
Le Zhengxun replied: "However... once you relax your vigilance and have too many contacts with great Buddhist people, you are likely to be 'transformed' by them."
"At that point, you will no longer be the same person."
"You will join them voluntarily."
