Creation Color Master

Yan Yonghe was originally curious, but he didn't expect to obtain the great spiritual treasure.

Tang Chengqian, who came from a royal family, naturally knew how precious the Great Dao Magic Treasure was, but he did not come here for that. After getting the answer he wanted, he was no longer interested in the Great Dao Magic Treasure.

Finally, he let Yan Yonghe take it away with the words "The great spiritual treasure will be obtained by those who are destined to have it".

After this incident, Yan Yonghe returned to the imperial capital and stayed in his residence to prevent himself from being involved in the fight for the throne too early.

There are so many eyes watching in the imperial capital, who wouldn't want to gain the credit of being a dragon's follower? So a country itinerant doctor like me would not get involved.

During this period, many people came to his house, and even Tang Chengqian's several invitations were rejected by Yan Yonghe for various reasons.

At the Yong'an Town Theater, today is the day we have agreed to go to Hongliu Village for a performance.

Chu Mo stood in the yard and gave orders early in the morning. This time, there were not thirteen people as agreed, but thirty-nine people. For this purpose, Chu Mo also specially hired several carriages.

Chu Mo and Chen Gong accompanied the carriage as it headed towards the east gate of the town.

On the way, neighbors asked one after another, and when they learned that Chu Mo was going to perform in a play, they all expressed their congratulations.

Just when they were about to leave the town gate, they saw a man wearing a grey Taoist robe, a bun on his head, holding a sail pole, and striding towards them.

Chu Mo was sure that he had never seen this person before. He grew up in Yong'an Town, and there were only a few people in the entire town whom he had not seen before. He guessed that it should be a Taoist who came here for a parade. Although he had doubts, the two of them had no intersection after all.

When Chu Mo was about to continue walking with his motorcade, the Taoist suddenly stopped in front of Chu Mo's motorcade, rang a copper bell, bowed and said, "Wulian Tianzun, I greet you all. I dare to honor you. I see that you are in danger of a bloody disaster today, so it is better for you not to go out."

Hearing this, Chu Yun and Chu Tian wanted to step forward to argue, but Chu Mo raised his hand to stop them, clasping his fists and saying, "Oh, I wonder how the chief can see this and how to resolve it?"

The Taoist looked at Chu Mo and said, "I won't guess. It involves a little bit of physiognomy. As for resolving it? I've already said it just now. It's better not to go out today."

Chu Mo exchanged glances with Chen Gong, obviously not believing what this person said. Fearing that he would delay the agreed time, Chu Mo politely said, "Thank you for your concern, Taoist Priest, but I have already made an appointment with someone, so I must go on this trip."

The Taoist didn't argue too much and said, "Since you don't believe it, just pretend I didn't say anything. We'll meet again if we're lucky."

After saying that, he made way and made a gesture of invitation.

Chu Mo commanded everyone to continue moving forward, but he still felt a little upset, and said to Chen Gong: "Gongtai, what do you think about this matter?"

Chen Gong smiled and said, "My lord, don't worry. I see that this person's cultivation is only at the first level of the Soul Condensation Stage. I'm afraid he is not very skilled. Besides, Zhang Jue and Yao Guangxiao are also proficient in this art. How could we not have discovered them when we were out? They are probably swindlers."

The Taoist moved his ears, shook his head with some amusement, and said: "This kid really has the same temper as his father. If I didn't owe you a favor, I wouldn't care about your life or death."

In a small mountain village, the people here are simple and honest. During the day, everyone is busy in the fields. Rows of poplar trees gradually turn yellow under the blowing of the autumn wind, like a pastoral beauty.

At this time, a burst of children's laughter broke the silence of the village, and a group of children were seen following an old man.

The old man was carrying a huge wooden box on which were placed shadow puppets. At the same time, he was holding a shadow puppet in his hand. Under the control of his hands, the shadow puppet performed various movements flexibly, which made the children laugh.

Until they arrived at a courtyard at the entrance of the village, the old man came under a huge locust tree in front of the courtyard, untied the wooden box and put it on the ground, then squatted down against the locust tree.

Then he looked at the children around him, smiled and took out candies from his arms and distributed them to everyone.

After getting the candies, the children left playing and fighting, while the old man just squatted there, watching the children's backs as they left.

All this seemed to have been going on for a very long time, and people had become accustomed to it.

The old man squatted under the tree for a long time before he slowly picked up the wooden box, pushed open the gate, and walked slowly towards the door of the house.

Just as the old man opened the door, a letter fell to the ground. The moment he saw the letter, a glimmer of light flashed in the old man's cloudy eyes.

Picking up the fallen letter, the old man slowly closed the door.

There were only a few daily necessities in the house, and because the door was closed, the house was very dark.

"puff"

A flame lit up, and the old man walked slowly to the table with a candle.

By candlelight, the old man opened the letter and read it word by word.

The old man read it very seriously, and couldn't help but move the letter in his hand closer to the candlelight.

After reading the letter, the old man's face became gloomy and his eyes were fierce, as if he was a completely different person from the one who played with the child before.

Then, the old man's hoarse voice sounded: "Chu Feng, the technique that I have been looking for all my life, the Color Play Sutra, is really in your hands. I tortured you so much back then, but you didn't let me go. It seems that my guess is right. You really gave the technique to your son."

"If it weren't for some reasons, I would have been afraid of the military power behind Wang Hong in Yong'an Town, and I would have personally gone to Yong'an Town to seize the "Colorful Plays Sutra". I have been waiting for the opportunity all these years. It seems that you are finally willing to leave Yong'an Town."

"I have made so many preparations this time, I will definitely not fail this time."

After saying that, he started laughing, but his laughter was extremely hoarse and as creepy as the whisper of a demon.

At this time, a shadow puppet, as if alive, with a talisman-like piece of paper on its back, squeezed into the house through the crack in the door and jumped onto the table easily.

If Chu Mo saw this scene, he would probably be extremely curious, because this method is very similar to his, except that this one shows a shadow puppet made of thin paper, while the one made by Chu Mo is a real leather puppet.

The old man took out the note and sneered when he saw the contents on it.

After a long while, the old man murmured, "Very good, very good, much better than your father. He actually knows how to hide his weakness. It's a pity that even a cunning fox can reveal his true colors."

"Let me try your skills. Haha, once this trouble is solved, I will be able to dominate this place."

As he spoke, he quickly wrote a letter and handed it to the shadow puppet, then watched the palm-sized shadow puppet leave.

At this time, Chu Mo had already followed the carriage to Hongliu Village, and a group of people were already standing at the entrance of the village.

Chen Lei was originally very conflicted, and he had not slept all night while keeping vigil. He didn't know whether the theater owner who had promised him was really trustworthy. Moreover, everyone knew about what happened yesterday. If something unexpected happened, he was afraid that he would not be able to show up in the village.

So, he and his son stood at the entrance of the village waiting early in the morning. As for the other people, they were just very curious neighbors.

Seeing that Chu Mo was not kidding him and really came, Chen Lei excitedly ran forward and said: "Thank you all for visiting our village. Please come this way. I will prepare some wine and food as a token of my respect."

So, a group of people looked at it curiously and gathered around the carriage. Chu Mo felt a little uncomfortable at first, but he quickly calmed down.