I'm going to make a god

Gong Qianzhong learned a lot of messy tricks when he was a demon cultivator, and he was pretty bad.

I won't say how bad it is, anyway, he has changed his ways.

After he was considered a figure in the magic cultivator, he was captured by a certain monk of the Great Sun Immortal Sect.

It's fine if you catch it, at worst, you will get a knife in the neck and find a way to reincarnate.

As a result, that powerful man directly contracted the unlucky Gong Qianzhong, and the harmed Gong Qianzhong handed over his blood and soul, and became the other party's servant.

Is it a miserable mess?

The so-called misfortune and blessing depend on him. Although he became a powerful servant, he actually lived again from the mother's womb by virtue of the spirit and blood that he handed over. Not only did he abandon the past, but he also gained a brand new identity. And the bloodline, and transformed into an orthodox monk with upright roots!

That's why he said that it's only natural for monks to encounter trouble.

Every advancement and growth of a monk is a multiple-choice question between life and death. If you choose the right one, you will continue to move forward.

After Gong Qianzhong became an orthodox monk, he took the time to study the secret method of the contract. At that time, he was ridiculed by the great masters in the sect, but now, it can only be said that he is quite foresight.

Gong Qianzhong took out the picture scroll from the Qiankun bracelet.

He didn't open the scroll, but carefully observed the paper of the scroll.

Looking carefully this time, Gong Qianzhong discovered that the picture scroll was not actually made of paper, it was polished from an unknown leather, smooth and moist to the touch, and the scroll was made of lavender jade. There are also translucent patterns.

The picture scroll feels delicate and small in the hand, and feels great.

Gong Qianzhong still didn't open the picture scroll, but took out his natal spirit sword.

His sword is thin and long, with a pure white center and red spiral patterns winding upwards, finally converging at the tip of the sword.

The sword has no handle, and the red pattern is faintly steaming with strands of mist, wrapping the pure white in the center of the blade, looming.

It's not so much a sword as a short thorn.

The short thorn is about [-] centimeters long, with thick fingers, and it is quite similar to the magic wand of the Balabala Little Demon Fairy shown on TV.

Gong Qianzhong played with the broken thorn, and then poked the scroll with the red pattern on the tip of the short thorn.

"Follow my spiritual power to draw a talisman."

The picture scroll trembled twice, and soon there was a stream of pale golden spiritual power in the air. Gong Qianzhong squinted slightly, and he held the short thorn, and the short thorn suddenly pulled away amidst the surge of spiritual power. From thirty centimeters to 1.3 meters.

The 1.3-meter-long sword blade is wrapped with fiery red patterns. These patterns seem to have opened a bloody mouth, and they suddenly scatter and entwine into a strange pattern.

The flow of golden spiritual power was like a child learning to draw. It slowly rotated according to the shape marked by the long sword in Gong Qianzhong's hand, and finally turned into exactly the same symbol.

The corner of Gong Qianzhong's mouth was raised slightly, and he flicked his hand casually, the pattern on the long sword disappeared suddenly, and the other hand protruded out suddenly, and directly patted on the pattern formed by the flow of golden spiritual power.

In the next second, Gong Qianzhong clearly felt a consciousness.

That consciousness is obviously very small, a little gleam is almost inconspicuous, but it gives him the feeling of vastness, as if the spiritual power and vitality are everywhere in the world, surging and turbulent, as if it will drown him immediately.

Gong Qianzhong:! ! !

But in the blink of an eye, the extremely dangerous feeling just now suddenly disappeared, and a gentle voice sounded in his mind.

"Hey, your contract... I see. Are you worried that I will hurt you?"

"The control is very strong, the pattern is your own creation, right?"

There was a little smile in this voice: "But I always feel that I can break free, but if I break free, I can't talk to you, so let's forget it."

Gong Qianzhong: "........."

Isn't this really showing off?He always felt as if he had fallen into the pit again! !

After the words fell, what was there on the scroll, Gong Qianzhong looked down, it was a... little chicken with golden hair?

Gong Qianzhong's eyes widened, and the little chicken chirped twice, seeming a little dazed.

It wobbled and took two steps on the bed, then its feet softened, and it rolled into a ball, grunting, and rolled to Gong Qianzhong's hand.

Gong Qianzhong's mood was extremely complicated.

He reached out and took a fiery red pattern from his natal spirit sword, with a light touch, the pattern turned into a red rope.

He wrapped the red rope around the little chick's neck.

The little chicken didn't move, and let Gong Qian tie the rope again.

After Gong Qianzhong tied it up, the little chicken flicked its wings and turned its neck.

"It's a subtle replacement. The contract between me and you is actually on your spiritual weapon, right?"

Gong Qianzhong hummed, generally refining spiritual weapons requires a monk's own blood essence, but he was covered in blood by the Da Neng in the sect, so he paid special attention to his own blood essence.

Moreover, he is a body of nine yin, a little blood may reveal his special constitution, so Gong Qianzhong will never refine this painting scroll with blood essence.

Gong Qianzhong reached out and grabbed the little chicken and put it in front of his eyes. He reached out and poked the little chicken on the forehead.

"...What the hell are you?"

The little chicken chirped twice, and the words sounded in Gong Qianzhong's mind again.

"...I really don't know, when you are conscious, the scroll is in your hands."

"Then what are you doing?"

Gong Qianzhong asked a more practical question.

Chick Chick Chirp: "There are many demons and ghosts drawn on that scroll. You can use spiritual power to summon the phantoms in the painting. The strength of the phantoms summoned is determined according to your upper limit."

"Demon Refining Map?"

Gong Qianzhong picked up the scroll, and this time he opened the scroll, and there was no image of the man on the scroll, but countless ghosts and ghosts appeared on the scroll.

"almost."

The chicken stepped on the scroll, and the ghosts disappeared, turning into a handsome man again.

Since Jizai is by Gong Qianzhong's side, the man on the picture scroll is really just a picture and won't move anymore.

The man wears a mask on his face and a large long robe. The sun, moon, mountains and rivers are painted on it, which is of extraordinary value at first glance.

Gong Qianzhong asked Ji Zai: "Is this you?"

Chick nodded.

Gong Qianzhong looked at the man on the picture scroll, then at the chicken beside him, and said honestly: "He is prettier than you."

The chicken was strangely silent for a while, and then a golden light flashed, the palm-sized fluffy chicken disappeared, and turned into a palm-high villain.

Except for a flame mark on the neck, the villain is exactly the same as the one in the painting.

The villain tilted his head and hugged one of Gong Qianzhong's fingers: "Isn't it better to look like this?"

Gong Qianzhong's heart trembled, he didn't react at all, and the villain hugged his hand!

His face remained calm: "Can you still change people?"

Wait, is this guy a little narcissistic?

The villain shook his head and nodded again: "I don't know, tell me, I can try them all."

Gong Qianzhong looked embarrassed: "Whether it's a chicken or a villain, I can't take it with me."

The villain blinked, and his eyes fell on the mobile phone that Gong Qianzhong bought not long ago.

Then the villain took a step forward, rolled on the soft bed, and finally grumbled to Gong Qianzhong's cell phone.

In the next second, the villain stretched out his hand and overturned the phone, revealing the opposite side of the phone.

The villain's body changed from three-dimensional to flat, sticking to the back of the phone like a phone case.

"how about this?"

Gong Qianzhong's mood is very complicated.

He silently put away the picture scroll and short thorns, sat on the bed with his mobile phone in his arms, and thought he was playing a game if he didn't look at the screen.

Summarize the current situation.

I don't know what this thing is, I don't know its origin, I don't know what it is useful for, I don't know what purpose and ideas he has, the only thing I know is that he can follow Gong Qianzhong into the trial space, and influence Gong Qianzhong to a certain extent. Heavy.

Gong Qianzhong took a deep breath, and he said to himself, the future will last forever.

"How do you call it?" He smiled and said, "How about calling you Jin Qiu?"

Like a sticker, the little figure slowly slid onto the screen of the phone.

"Is there any moral?" he asked.

"Because your dick is like a ball."

The boy grinned and looked absolutely adorable.

The paper man on the phone screen tilted his head and thought for a while, then he shook his head: "I always feel that I shouldn't be called this."

Speaking of which, the paper man asked a very practical question: "What's your name?"

Gong Qianzhong rolled his eyes: "My name is Zhuang Zhong."

The paper figurine tilted its head, its thick black hair trembling like a quilt, and the jade ring hanging on its body collided lightly, making a pleasant sound.

He said, "Then call me Zhuangbie."

Gong Qianzhong was taken aback: "Don't?"

Zhuang Bie lowered his head slightly, his long black eyelashes moved, leaving a shadow on his cheek.

"Well, I hope to have a chance in the future, and I can tell you that you will be safe."

Gong Qianzhong's heart suddenly moved.

He thought, maybe this guy really doesn't remember, but it's more likely that he has seen too much and parted, and never had a chance to meet again, right?

"Maybe." Gong Qianzhong said, "Then let's talk about it..."

Before he could finish speaking, the room suddenly went dark.

Gong Qianzhong was taken aback, he subconsciously put the phone in his pocket and looked up at the ceiling.

Lights went out.

Gong Qianzhong frowned slightly, and he raised his hand to put away the protective formation, only to realize that it was dark outside the window, and it was obviously sunny in the afternoon, but there were thick dark clouds pressing down.

Gong Qianzhong walked to the window, he opened the curtain and looked out.

In the next second, there was a bang, and there seemed to be thunder falling from the sky, and a strong wind swept in. On the streets not far away, many people were running.

Gong Qianzhong took a closer look, and it turned out that a big tree was broken by the strong wind, and the fallen branches hit the nearby electric pole, and several wires were torn off.

But it doesn't matter.

There is something looming in the thick clouds.

The dark wind swirled and blew onto his face, and Gong Qianzhong smelled death.

This dead air is as strong as a pile of white bones, but accompanied by the dead air, there is also the faint voice of Buddha.

In Gong Qianzhong's eyes, death energy and Buddha's voice were intertwined, as if they were on the right track.

He stood on the balcony watching for a while, then turned and went back to the room.

He closed the windows, locked the balcony door, and drew the shades.

In his pocket, Zhuang Bie supported the edge of the phone with both hands, he poked his head and asked Gong Qianzhong: "...Aren't you going to take a look?"

Gong Qianzhong sneered: "This is fishing."

"Only fools go."