The Great Zhou Dynasty went to the capital.
In the northwest of the capital, on Zhuque Avenue, there is a courtyard. The courtyard is a little deep, vermilion and green, lush, with rockery and waterside pavilions, which is quite unique.
In a dark room, a monk in white clothes fell on the futon. He had handsome features, but his face was like gold paper. There was faint blood oozing from his eyes, ears, mouth and nose, and his breathing was almost nonexistent.
Between his eyebrows, wisps of black energy were as deep and sinister as small snakes.
The sun was setting in the west, and the last bit of sunlight faded away. The room was dark. I don't know how long it had passed. A ray of thought broke through the chaos like lightning, but it was inexplicably intermittent and hazy. Su Ming felt a pain in his head, and his whole body was filled with pain. The body seems to be there but not there.
Where am I?
However, as soon as the thought came to his mind, he felt a huge pain in his head, as if someone was pricking it with countless silver needles. But at the same time, countless pictures with "him" as the protagonist emerged from the depths of his mind, as if the memory of the past caused He fell into a coma again.
After experiencing darkness for an unknown amount of time, Su Ming opened his eyes. A pair of eyes emitted a strange light in the dark night, and the cinnabar between his eyebrows became increasingly red, as if blood was about to drip out.
He sat up from the futon, his head was still groggy, and he rubbed his head.
However, the starting point is smooth, as if polished.
Su Ming shook his head and smiled bitterly, forgetting that he was originally a monk.
Unexpectedly, after resurrecting his life, he became a monk.
He grew up in an orphanage. He managed to finish college with the help of kind-hearted people and his own efforts. He joined a good company right after graduation and was about to live a good life. Unfortunately, something unexpected happened and he was at work. He was killed in a car accident on the road.
Unexpectedly, he was reborn as a monk.
Moreover, he is an extraordinary monk.
Because he is a fake monk.
He is not a human being.
Su Ming stretched out his palm. The slender five fingers were as crystal clear as jade, and the bones and flesh were well-proportioned, like the most perfect masterpiece from heaven. But as his mind moved, the next moment, the palm turned into a long leg, sharp and radiating. With black luster.
The original body was a great demon cultivated by centipedes. The length before him was completely different from that of human beings. This was not a dream, it was real.
After a while, he suppressed the panic in his heart. He had already died once. Does it matter whether he was a human or a monster? The priority is to survive.
Didn’t his predecessor, who had practiced Taoism for hundreds of years, die silently and be taken over by him?
According to the remaining memories of his original body, he was meditating and practicing when his soul was suddenly injured and he died immediately. This method was so weird that he died without even seeing the enemy.
Even his predecessor died inexplicably, let alone him.
It is certain that the world he traveled to is the world of immortals, and his martial arts value is very high. He has practiced Taoism for thousands of years. In the ordinary world of immortals, he must be a giant and a peerless demon.
But here, he died inexplicably, with no room for resistance. The remaining memories of his original body constantly reminded Su Ming that the water in this world is very deep.
Based on the remaining memories, he generally knew where he was and the reason for his death. He was in Shangjing City of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
After the fall of the Southern Song Dynasty, the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty occupied China. However, the Mongolian Yuan Empire killed too many people, so the dragon-slaying warlock Liu Bowen cut off the dragon veins of the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty and cut off his destiny.
In less than fifty years, the huge empire collapsed. Li Ding'an, the great ancestor of the Zhou Dynasty, raised his three-foot sword and gathered a rebel army to complete the great cause of unifying the north from the south and regain the mountains and rivers of the Han family.
It has been passed down for more than two hundred years now.
In this world, there are real immortal cultivators and demons.
There used to be a small temple in the mountains, where a poor scholar met a considerate female ghost, her red sleeves were fragrant, and they were happy. In the wilderness, a young man met a fox girl for the first time. They fell in love with each other and vowed to never be separated. There are rivers and lakes in Daze, and those who are destined may meet immortals and enter the Dragon Palace. One day under water will last a hundred years in the world.
In short, in this world, gods appear, monsters abound, fairies run rampant in the world, ghosts appear in the world, and great scholars suppress the world. Humanity prospered and the dynasty was unified.
And the reason why he came to Shangjing City was to compete for the position of national master. Not only him, but also many old monsters who were practicing hidden in the mountains came to Shangjing with the same purpose.
Just as Su Ming was sorting through the remaining memories of his original body, suddenly, a group of information suddenly appeared in his mind, and then a panel appeared in front of him.
Character: Su Ming
Identity: Pudu Cihang
Taoism: nine hundred years
Luck value: one thousand
Kung Fu: Great Sun Tathagata Mantra
Tip: The great demon who has been cultivating for nearly a thousand years will go through a thunder tribulation in another hundred years. He will die without rebirth. Only by gaining great merit and luck can he find hope.
What?
Pudu Cihang?
Su Ming was shocked. His handsome face instantly turned pale, and the cinnabar between his brows was as red as blood. The name Pudu Cihang sounds unusual, but when it comes to A Chinese Ghost Story, almost everyone doesn't know it.
And the final boss of the movie A Chinese Ghost Story is the national preceptor Pudu Cihang. Could it be that he is the one he is talking about?
Thinking of his true form, the Centipede Spirit, Su Ming's mood suddenly sank to the bottom. Although he was not sure whether he was Cihang Pudu in A Chinese Ghost Story, he was probably close to him.
The next moment, a shocking red font appeared on the panel, detecting that the host was being attacked by a spell. Does it need to be cleared?
Before Su Ming could respond, a sharp stabbing pain suddenly appeared between his eyebrows, as if something was trying to get out of his head, and his heart began to beat wildly.
In just a moment, Su Ming collapsed on the futon with his head in his hands, his handsome features wrinkled up, his face full of ferocious expression, cold sweat constantly breaking out on his body, and he couldn't even speak.
After finally reviving his life, he is not willing to die again!
Su Ming clenched his palms, his nails dug into his palms, and blood continued to gush out. Only then did he regain consciousness for a moment.
"Clear!"
As two words popped out from between his teeth, the stinging pain in his eyebrows disappeared instantly, as if it was just a dream.
Although the stinging pain had disappeared, the blood on his hands and the sweat-soaked clothes told Su Ming that this was not a dream.
Just now, he almost died again!
He finally understood why even though he had nine hundred years of Taoism, his predecessor died silently. Such a spell is impossible to guard against and difficult to resist.
At this time, the panel appeared in front of him again, and the values on it also changed.
The luck value changed from one thousand to eight hundred, and the red font on the panel also disappeared. This spell must have been resolved.
Dissolving the spell consumed two hundred luck points. Although Su Ming now only knew that the luck points could be used to overcome tribulations, and did not know if there were any other magical uses, it was not a loss for two hundred luck points in exchange for his life.
However, with nine hundred years of Taoism, his luck value is only one thousand, which is a bit too contemptuous.
Su Ming took a long breath, and his body finally gained some strength. Although the spell was removed, the danger he faced did not disappear.
Thinking of this, Su Ming lowered his eyelids, with a cold and stern look in his eyes. He only had 800 luck points left, and they would eventually run out.
After finally resurrecting his life, although he is not a human body, he is the greatest luck to be alive. However, the methods of cultivating immortals are weird and unpredictable, and nine hundred years of Taoism are not enough for him to survive in this world.
If he wants to survive, he must have enough means to protect himself!
