Infinite Script Killing

"strangeness??"

Xu Tong looked at the envelope in his hand and knew that it was given to him by a fool. The picture in the front was normal, but the picture in the back was intriguing.

Naihe Bridge, Meng Po Tang.

The lines on it are crooked and twisted. At first glance, I thought they were in the style of Van Gogh, but if you look closely, every line looks like a writhing insect, exuding an evil nature.

At this time, Xu Tong noticed that although Po Meng's soup pot was there, Po Meng was nowhere to be seen.

Suddenly, Xu Tong's eyes widened and he discovered that in an inconspicuous place in the corner, a bloody bull's head was being discarded among the trees. The bright red blood dyed the bushes red.

“Mother Meng’s big green bull??”

Xu Tong couldn't help being shocked when he saw this. Po Meng's big green bull had its head chopped off? ?

For a moment, Xu Tong began to murmur in his heart, what does the scene in this painting mean? What does the fool want to tell himself? Or give yourself some kind of warning?

It's a pity that the fool can't write, and the content in this painting is too abstract. Even if Xu Tong has the blessing of Qiqiao Exquisite Heart, he can't figure out the fool's intention.

However, with a fool's personality, he would not write to himself in this way unless the matter was very important.

"Let's wait and see!"

Xu Tong put the envelope away, planning to wait until he was done with his work for a while before going to the underworld to find the fool.

Another month has passed in a blink of an eye.

Xu Tong and his party stayed on Yunjing Mountain, chatting with the great monk Minghai. In his free time, Xu Tong would carefully understand the wonders of becoming an immortal queen.

During this period, the old man from Gusu stayed by Xu Tong's side, as if he was Xu Tong's full-time reporter and had the exclusive authorization to interview him.

Xiangxu has brought many articles to people all over the world, such as Yang Hong becoming an immortal queen, sweeping away the evil spirits in Lin'an Mansion, and making the world clear again.

It also indicates that people can go back to live, and nothing evil will happen again, so as to appease the people of the world.

It can be said that when a saint comes out, the world is settled, and all people will be healthy from now on.

This also caused many people to spontaneously erect statues of Xu Tong, making Xu Tong's reputation as a saint even greater.

Not living in the world of mountains and forests, his reputation has long been spread throughout the world.

This also makes Xu Tong's fire of faith grow bigger and bigger. These fires of faith can bless Xu Tong's Dharma world, but they cannot add any magic power to Xu Tong.

This is the difference between gods and immortals. Gods need the blessing of these fires of faith, but immortals do not.

Even if the immortal has no believers, it will still not be affected in any way, but if the god loses his followers, it means he has lost his life.

However, these fires of faith are also rare and good things. Even if they cannot absorb them, they still have many wonderful uses.

For example, if a blessing is applied to one's own Dharma world, although it does not increase the mana, it can add a layer of divine power to one's Dharma world.

Or it can be blessed on other people, so that they can obtain a layer of faith clothing, which can purify all negative effects on the body and increase the overall physical fitness by 30%.

There are many ways to use it, and Xu Tong needs time to try it slowly.

Seeing Xu Tong's fame growing, even Zhao Meng had to ask someone to invite Xu Tong back to preside over the court.

After Xu Tong politely refused, Zhao Meng even sent many gifts.

Xu Tong would certainly not be polite to these things.

Accepting the order made Zhao Meng feel at ease.

In the middle of August, Master Minghai came to Xu Tong and had a long talk with him.

In his words, Xu Tong was reminded that he was burdened with too many karma, and each family's karma was entangled with him, so sooner or later this favor would have to be repaid.

This sentence reminded Xu Tong that he was indeed carrying a lot of things.

Especially for the Meihua lineage, they have almost completely inherited the entire Meihua Taoist legacy. If this great cause and effect cannot be remedied, it is hard to say whether they will suffer a big setback from it in the future.

This is not Xu Tong's mediocrity. After all, why didn't a figure like Taoist Meihua leave his inheritance to the Mei family? Instead, he left a legacy to Mr. Mei, not to pass on Yan Shu to the Mei family.

Regarding the problem here, I wanted to find an opportunity to have a good chat with Mr. Mei.

There is also Buddhism. He bears the unique title of Buddhist Venerable and can even kill Taoists. There are many shadows of Buddhism behind him.

Based on your knowledge of these bald donkeys, when have you ever seen them suffer a loss?

Even if it is the great monk Minghai, he gave himself the Buddhist treasure [Crystal Relic Pagoda]. With this cause and effect, it is difficult for him to return the thing to him now.

Not to mention, he also practiced the Chunyang Sword Code and learned the Zixiao Thunder Technique.

Thinking about it carefully, Xu Tong felt like a big loser. Behind his glamorous appearance, he was already deeply in debt, burdened with countless loans, and was insolvent.

If it were in reality, such a big-dealing bank would just act like a boss. It would come to express condolences every month, take you for a physical examination, give you some policy benefits, or lend you some more money and try to make a comeback. ? ?

But here, it's not so magical, it's more realistic than reality.

When these loans mature, these creditors will swarm in and strip them clean.

Monk Minghai and Xu Tong went back after chatting. As a result, that night, Xu Tong looked at Monk Minghai's room with some feeling.

Soon there was a sound of bells in the temple, and it turned out that this eminent Buddhist monk passed away as he said.

The next day, Xu Tong attended the death ceremony of the great monk Minghai. As agreed, Xu Tong burned a large amount of money to the great monk Minghai, and then Xu Tong took Li Bo down the mountain.

"Boss, where should we go next?"

Li Bo looked at Xu Tong, blinked and asked.

"Let's go find Wu Zhen and then let's go home."

Xu Tong counted the time. They had been staying here for a while, and it was almost time to return.

Gao Zhuo and Gu Xibai can just go back directly, but he needs to go back with Chang Wugu, because Xu Tong is also very interested in the Sun Battleship. If he wants to take this thing back, he must first bring it with him. Get into your own reality.

Thinking of this, Xu Tong looked back at Ge Zhuo and others: "You should also go back. The rest of the way is up to you."

Ge Zhuo and others were startled, their eyes suddenly turned red, and they all fell in front of Xu Tong: "We will follow the general to the death, please take us with him!"

"General, please take me with you."

"Boss, how about... let's take them together. Anyway, we don't need a lot of people."

At the side, Li Bo softly begged for mercy.

Xu Tong's original intention was to let them stay here. With their current reputation, they would definitely be reused by Zhao Meng when they returned to Daqian.

Even getting promoted to a higher position in the future was not a problem, but seeing the firm attitude of Ge Zhuo and others, Xu Tong was confused for a while.

After thinking for a moment, Xu Tong nodded and agreed, but he had to vaccinate them in advance.

If you want to follow yourself, you can, but once you follow yourself, there will be no chance of coming back.

Even for a long time in the future, they will have to live in their own reality.

It's not a nice place there, it's a ghost place full of ghosts, and it would definitely be uncomfortable for normal people to stay there.

"As long as we can follow the general, we are willing to die now."

Ge Zhuo's words were ringing and powerful, without any hesitation. In their opinion, as long as they could follow Xu Tong, nothing else mattered as long as they could follow Xu Tong.

"Let's go to Beiman!"

Seeing this, Xu Tong finally agreed and led a group of people straight to the Northern Barbarians. In fact, being able to accept such an elite team would be of great help to him.

After all, the Sun Battleship is very big, so it is not difficult to accommodate them.

Besides, the Sun Battleship also needs an elite team to control it, so bringing them along is also a good choice.

When the group of people arrived at the border, Chang Wuzhen had been waiting for them here with the Sun Battleship for a while.

After Xu Tong asked everyone to board the battleship, he opened the gap between reality and reality and made the battleship slowly move in.

Under the setting sun, the figure of the battleship is sailing little by little into the space between reality and reality.

Fortunately, Xu Tong has become an immortal now, and the relationship between reality and reality is as solid as the solid body. Otherwise, it would be really difficult to stuff such a big warship into it.

Next to him, he often lay lazily on a beach chair, with a cigar hanging in his hand and a radio on the table next to him.

The melodious sound of music echoed in the wilderness, it was the saxophone song "Going Home"

"Why, you can't bear to part with it?"

Seeing his lack of interest, Xu Tong couldn't help but ask.

Chang Wugu shook his head. When he heard Xu Tong's question, the corners of his mouth gradually raised, as if he thought of something interesting:

"Tell me, if Xiao Leshan knew that Yeluqi was dead, what do you think he would do?"

Xu Tong frowned, probably already thinking about what Chang Wugu did: "You are so cruel to do this!!"

"But, I like it!"

"Tch, I really thought you were a saint now, but emotionally you are still the bitch!"

Chang Wuju curled his lips when he saw this, looking very disappointed.

"The saint is Yang Hong, not me. This is the best ending for the story."

At this time, Xu Tong seemed to notice something and turned back to look in the direction of Beiman: "It's time to end!"

With that said, he walked forward and took out the tape from the radio: "This is not suitable for the closing song, but this is better."

After putting on a new tape, he sat on another chair and took out the long-lost cigarette rod and put it in his hand.

"Zizzi..." The sound of the tape spinning on the radio sounded, and the figures of the two people gradually disappeared in a puff of smoke.

"Don't leave!!"

At this time, there was an angry roar in the distance, and a figure was already chasing after him. It was Xiao Leshan who was coming with a black face. But when he chased after him, he could not see Xu Tong, Chang Wugu and others.

When he was wondering, a light and sweet song came from the strange black box on the table, just like Xu Tong and Chang Wuxue said goodbye to him.

"Goodbye dad, I will sail away tonight, don't worry about me, I have a happy and wise oar..."