purgatory artist

Chapter 481 The Vision of Life and Death
Two human heads rolled around, pushing branches into the fire.

Liu Ping added various ingredients to the iron pot, and the boiling aroma wafted out.

"There is enough firewood, no need to add more."

He said.

The two heads moved back, but were kicked away by the old Taoist who was lying under the tree.

"Go, go, don't come and squeeze me."

The old man grabbed the gourd, took a sip of wine, and took a bite of vegetables, enjoying the meal very comfortably.

Liu Ping boiled the pot for a while, then said:

"The soup is ready."

"Put a bowl and let me taste it."

"……how?"

"Not bad, very delicious."

The master and apprentice ate and drank, and time passed quickly.

After a meal, several deer came with wild fruits in their mouths and placed them gently in front of them.

The old Taoist grabbed a fruit and gnawed a couple of mouthfuls, belched and said, "I ate well today, let those bears and wolves find more mountain treasures next time, after all, they can't listen to your preaching for nothing, right?"

Liu Ping held a bowl of soup and drank it silently, but didn't answer, as if he was full of thoughts.

"Hey, what's the matter with you kid?" the old Taoist asked.

"Master, I'm thinking about a question."

"I know you're wondering, so I'm asking you 'what's wrong with you boy'."

"Oh."

"...what's the matter with you kid?"

"Master, I'm wondering why things are like this."

"What kind?"

"We cultivators must let go of many thoughts before we can enter the realm of meditation. The upper part of the body is the way of heaven, the lower part is the sense of darkness, and we can understand the creation of heaven and earth, and be in harmony with the way..."

"That's right, what do you want to say?"

"For an existence like ours, the seven emotions and six desires should be weaker than ordinary people, why not?"

As Liu Ping spoke, he thought of various ascetics.

An old man suddenly appeared in his mind.

Sword cultivator Li Changxue's master——

The old man who sang "Bai Yujing in the sky, the fifth floor of the twelve cities" has lived for hundreds of years, and he still wants to visit brothels.

In fact, what is there to do in the brothel?

When the state comes during meditation, there are all kinds of indescribable sensations, not a hundred times stronger than those superficial pleasures of the flesh?
Liu Ping took another sip of soup.

Li Changxue is a pure sword cultivator, with a straight heart, he does not stay outside the sword, and does not stay in the outside world until he is drugged.

But her master and fellow apprentices are all people with blazing hearts.

What kind of way can this be cultivated?What kind of fairy?
Practitioners should have only one desire——

That is to transcend the sea of ​​suffering and gain eternal life.

Liu Ping pondered for a few breaths, and murmured in a low voice: "Something is wrong..."

"What's wrong?" the old man asked.

"There's something wrong with the atmosphere in our cultivation world," Liu Ping said.

"Where did you see it?" The old man narrowed his eyes and asked casually.

"Sword cultivators always have sword tactics in their hearts, and swordsmen also have an indomitable sword intent, so they can cut off all evil thoughts-but other monks have to enter a state of ecstasy every time they practice, although they are not as good as swordsmen and swordsmen. , but it shouldn't be full of desire." Liu Ping said.

"Maybe some people are just scum?" The old man said casually.

"But most of the practitioners I've seen are scumbags...it doesn't make sense.

After Liu Ping finished speaking, he put down the soup bowl casually, took out the tortoise shell and placed it squarely on the ground, then took out a few copper coins and threw them on the tortoise shell.

Jingle Jingle!

Amidst a burst of crisp and pleasant impact, the copper coins fell down one after another and were buried deeply in the soil.

Liu Ping frowned, and while looking at the hexagrams, he quickly calculated with his fingers.

"The earth is shaking, the earth is a human body, what's wrong with the bodies of all living beings?"

He murmured to himself suspiciously.

Click!

The tortoise shell suddenly cracked a seam, and then the whole cracked, turning into pieces on the ground.

Liu Ping was stunned.

The old Taoist's eyes were bright, and he shouted: "Don't forget it! If you do it again, you may be in danger of your life!"

Liu Ping was also the first to notice the problem, and immediately put away the hexagrams in his hand.

"It's strange, there's something preventing me from counting...it's covering up the sky!"

He said in disbelief.

The old Taoist stretched out his skinny hand and quickly calculated back and forth.

"Be careful, you're too much of a spy, and now you're at the late stage of Foundation Establishment—your catastrophe is coming soon!" he said loudly.

boom--

A dark blue thunderbolt appeared in the night sky.

Liu Ping got up slowly, looked up into the depths of the sky.

The power between the heaven and the earth is getting stronger and stronger, like an incomparably huge thing, overlooking and examining himself.

Lines of burning small characters quickly surfaced:
"Notice!"

"Your catastrophe has begun!"

"There are many unspeakable secrets in this catastrophe. Please do your best to save your life."

All fine print is collected.

Liu Ping walked out of the woods, without turning his head, he said: "Master, wait a moment, I will come back after crossing the catastrophe."

"Be careful!" the old man nodded.

Liu Ping moved slightly, jumped on the branches several times in a row, and immediately walked through the dense forest to a clearing beside the river.

Clouds billowed in the sky, and thunder flashed.

Group after group of gray undercurrents descended from the sky, constantly revolving around Liu Ping, as if peeping at him.

"Ghost?"

Liu Ping said in surprise.

It is really a rare situation that ghosts descended from the beginning of the Golden Core Tribulation.

Those gray undercurrents gathered and gradually manifested into a ferocious ghost, running around Liuping.

"Practitioner, you have committed countless evil deeds, and this calamity is beyond your reach."

The ghost said.

"Evil deeds? What evil deeds?"

Liu Ping's pupils shrank suddenly, and he asked softly.

He is aware of death.

The aura fluctuations on this ghost were almost at the level of a saint, and it was many times stronger than his own.

Death radiated from the ghost, allowing him to directly sense the ending.

Can't win at all.

— Only one death.

Could it be that just because of such a hexagram, the way of heaven sent such a guy to take his life?

Do not……

Never heard of such a thing.

Dao is ruthless and will never target a single individual like this.

There must be something that I can't understand to set up such a process.

Is there any way to deal with it?
There is no way to fight.

The only way is-

Liu Ping raised his hand, quickly calculating the evolution and direction of the current situation.

The ghost said: "Practitioner, you have committed countless evil deeds, and this calamity will never pass."

"What kind of ghost are you? Why have I never seen a ghost like you?" Liu Ping frowned while counting.

The ghost said: "Practitioner, you have committed countless evil deeds, and this calamity will never pass."

It stared at Liu Ping with a blank expression, and the void around it occasionally receded to the sides, revealing the scene of another world.

In that world, countless corpses could be vaguely piled up like a mountain.

This vision flashed by.

All returned to calm.

next moment.

A lightning bolt snaked down from the sky.

Seizing this moment, the ghost let out a roar and disappeared in place.

Liu Ping's hand suddenly stopped.

Gua Cheng!

The opponent rushed over, but the speed was so fast that I couldn't even see clearly.

Judging from the hexagrams calculated, the only chance of survival is——

On the left side, step forward.

This is the calculated result, if you don't believe it, there is no other way to deal with it.

Between lightning and flint——

Liu Ping gritted his teeth, turned to the left, and took a step forward.

almost the same moment.

Seven or eight miles away from him, in the dense forest, beside the fire.

The old Taoist raised his hands with a solemn expression, quickly squeezed a seal, and shouted: "Disease!"

A moment has passed.

Liu Ping only felt that a huge body rushed past him with an irresistible force.

I dodged to the left, just dodging its pounce.

A line of burning small characters suddenly flashed:

"Attention! The world behind this monster has opened a gap, just one meter in front of you!"

Liu Ping's heart skipped a beat, before he even had time to think, he instinctively moved forward.

The world disappears.

A void and darkness filled the surroundings.

Something exuding a destructive aura flashed by.

——That was the thunder of the heavenly tribulation.

It originally wanted to hit Liu Ping, but because Liu Ping got into the void, it immediately fell through the air.

This moment is so soul-stirring.

Relying on the guidance of hexagrams, Liu Ping avoided the attack of demons and ghosts, and also avoided the almost inevitable sky thunder, and fell into another world all of a sudden.

Liu Ping landed lightly on the ground, unleashing his divine thoughts with all his strength and poking behind him, while counting non-stop.

Behind him, a world is rapidly disappearing.

——Practice the world!
Looking from where he was standing, he could see that the ghost had just turned his head, roared unwillingly, and continued to charge forward.

The raging thunder light surrounds it, like its side weapon, exuding a terrifying aura of destroying everything.

Swish!
The monster rushed towards Liu Ping with the breath of death, but suddenly disappeared from him.

——The connection channel between the two worlds disappeared.

Liu Ping's calculations also stopped.

"Survived..."

he murmured.

At this moment, a gust of wind blew, and he realized that he was covered in cold sweat.

(End of this chapter)