Chapter 392: Can I have another day in hell?
Chen Banxian didn't know about the commotion over there, and he was very irritable at this time.
What is this thing called?
There were more doubts in his mind. After calming down for a while, he put it all behind him and convinced himself that it had nothing to do with him.
He has gained something very valuable, and his fortune-telling has become much better.
It's worth it, it's worth it, he is the most afraid of trouble.
As soon as he left that space, Chen Banxian was transported to a stone room. The indoor space was not large, only a dozen square meters.
There is a round stone table and chair with three bowls on it.
The three bowls were turned upside down, and there was a sentence below.
"To enter my Xuanmen, you need to choose one. Under each bowl is the word "Poverty and Gu". After opening it, you can exchange for a book of secret techniques."
Is this finally the treasure opening stage?
Chen Banxian took a closer look, what a good guy, he actually had to pay the price, he didn't want to pay the price.
So he moved the three bowls together, and he didn't want any of them.
Unexpectedly, the sentence also changed: "If you don't turn over the bowl, you won't be able to use the secret technique."
Pretty smart.
Of course Chen Banxian would not allow him to stack the three bowls and put them in his arms. He couldn't leave empty-handed, right?
Unexpectedly, the words on the table changed.
"Give me the bowl back!"
"Oh, hurry up." Of course Chen Banxian would not give it. He walked directly to the stone room and saw a large land, which led directly to one of the Baping Mountains.
"You are brave!"
The handwriting kept changing, but I could only watch Chen Banxian walking further and further away.
He came to the stone room and found that there were many such stone rooms.
There are many monks shuttled inside, making difficult choices. They don't want to overturn the pot, but they are greedy for the secret technique.
The place of enlightenment is actually a place of chance, and each of the eight mountains is different.
"Then who!"
Suddenly, a voice sounded behind Chen Banxian, it was a monk in the foundation building stage.
His eyes were unkind: "Have you obtained the secret technique? Teach me quickly, or I will kill you."
"Didn't you get the secret skill?" Chen Ban turned around and asked, and the foundation-building monk sneered: "Only fools choose to be poor and lonely."
He forced a confession with stern words: "Wouldn't it be better if I just arrest someone to study?"
He leaned forward: "Tell me what the secret technique is and I can let you go."
"I didn't get the secret skill." Chen Banxian looked ugly. He couldn't mobilize his spiritual energy at this time. Lin Tian and Su Su were also separated, and he thought to himself that it was terrible.
"No?"
The foundation-building cultivator didn't believe it at all. He pointed at Chen Banxian's body and said, "You look like Mu, and it's clear that you are not going to die soon. Did you choose to die young?"
"You must have obtained the secret technique. Why don't you teach it quickly? I can have a lot of it, sir. Let's forget about it."
"I really didn't get it." Chen Banxian was helpless: "I was like this when I came in. Many people saw it. If you don't believe me, just ask."
Of course the foundation-building monk didn't believe this.
He was a little angry: "You, a mere mortal, still want to disobey me?"
"I have to let you taste my power." He came to Chen Banxian in an instant, his eyes were condescending and cold: "I'll give you another chance, tell me, or don't tell me."
He made up his mind to give it a last try. If the person who died young in front of him didn't tell him, he would kill him.
As a mortal, he is really not afraid. If he is a monk at the first level of Qi refining, he may still need to consider it.
Chen Banxian felt sad, it was over, his life would probably be wasted here, and his health value was about to -1.
Damn Yuan Zong, damn Immortal Weapon, it’s so screwed up!
But it was not his character to wait for death. He seemed to have thought of something and spoke hurriedly.
"Wait, I'll give it to you!"
He knelt down and rummaged in his arms.
"Don't all secret techniques enter your brain directly?"
The foundation-building monk was confused, guessing that maybe that was not entirely true. After all, it was only his first time here and he only robbed two people.
He waited for Chen Banxian to search, and suddenly the latter was surprised: "Found it!"
found it?
Subconsciously, the foundation-building monk looked at the mortal's arms and saw him take out his hand and open a bowl.
The big word "Yao" is facing me!
Isn't this the poor boy's bowl? He actually brought it out?
"you!!!"
The foundation-building monk's face suddenly turned pale, and he roared, trying to use his power to kill the person in front of him.
But soon his complexion changed again, becoming black and sweating profusely.
The Dantian in his abdomen bulged high, and the word "Yao" came into effect. At the moment when he was exercising his power, he went crazy and the foundation building platform shattered.
A large amount of spiritual energy spilled out, and finally exploded. If Chen Banxian hadn't dodged quickly, he would have been blown to pieces.
"Is the word "Yao" so powerful?"
His eyes were horrified, this place must be poisonous!
What’s even more frightening is yet to come.
The bowl disappeared, and he saw the body of the foundation-building monk flying up from all over the place and flying into the previous cave.
And in his mind, there was an inexplicable secret.
Secret technique: beam-building method.
Use three chopsticks to build a bridge at once. After the bridge is successfully built, you can see the ghosts and gods passing by.
Is this a secret technique? Are you kidding me?
Chen Banxian felt cold all over. The stone cave here was clearly a big pit. Why did so many people come to Baping Mountain?
He didn't understand, and then he saw someone coming out of the stone room and walking away, dropping things along the way.
The man didn't notice it yet, so Chen Banxian followed him and picked it up.
From medium-grade spiritual stones to magic weapons, to gold and silver clothing, this person didn't notice at all.
Chen Banxian opened his mouth wide and shouted to him in a loud voice: "Come back quickly, come back quickly, you have dropped something!"
Still unaware, the man flew off the mountain into the sky and left.
He probably caught a poor character.
Chen Banxian held a pile of good things, selected the useful ones, and then ate the remaining spirit stones.
It will be absorbed faster this way, and the dozens of top-quality spiritual stones in the immortal weapon will be returned earlier.
He also saw some people leaving without responding. He guessed that these people might have drawn the solitary character.
After all, monks are pure-hearted and have few desires, so the solitary character cannot be seen in a short time.
He was guarding the entrances of some caves and discovered that from time to time he could pick up spiritual stones and magic weapons on the ground.
You can also pick up storage bags.
Are these secrets really that important? Uncertain, he tried to pick up three wooden sticks, picked them up on the ground, turned them around, and built a small triangular frame.
This is the bridge.
It is said that you can see ghosts and gods passing by. With so many people flocking to the occult, does this ghost also have a hidden meaning?
Soon, he spotted a familiar figure. Who could it be if it wasn't a ghost?
This is what the foundation-building monk looked like before. He is now as blank as a newborn baby, wandering near him.
Those who have just died are the best to catch while they are still in a coma state.
Then he saw two shadows, one black and one white, appearing on the ground, holding mourning sticks and wearing high hats, grabbing the foundation-building monks one from the left and the other from the right.
There was also a long chain of iron chains behind them, and there were already many confused souls on them, who were currently tying the monks to the iron chains.
"Hey, that mortal can see us." The white ghost was surprised, and the black ghost took a closer look: "He has already seen us, and he must be dying."
"How about we wait?"
"Wait a moment, lest you have to come back later. He probably won't be able to hold two sticks of incense like this."
The two ghosts tied up the monks and sat in front of Chen Banxian, waiting.
Chen Banxian took a deep breath with a complicated expression.
Black and white are impermanent. This is something that only exists in the Qingxuan world. They have the underworld.
Generally, as long as you practice and master the method, you can survive. This is why Chen Changsheng was able to relive eight reincarnations.
But this was the first time for him to observe it at such a close distance, and he found it extremely novel.
Hei Wuchang's face was really dark, with bruises on it.
Bai Wuchang's face was pale and pale, but his tongue stretched out very long.
For Black and White, the half-dead person in front of him was also very strange. He was so thin that he probably weighed less than forty pounds. He would probably fall apart if he took even one step.
Six eyes, you look at me and I look at you, observing each other.
In the end, it was Chen Banxian who couldn't help but curiously asked the two ghost servants:
"Brother, I have a question out of curiosity. Don't you feel uncomfortable with your tongue hanging out so long?"
He gestured, and his tongue was about as long as his forearm to his index finger:
"When I was young, I heard the dean say that Bai Wuchang's tongue was stretched out so long because he was hanged, but I think it wouldn't be this long even if he was hanged, right?"
His next question involved privacy: "What, can your tongue move?"
Bai Wuchang:......
He looked at Chen Banxian carefully and confirmed that he was indeed about to die.
"You are almost dead, why are you talking so much?"
He gently stretched out his hand and pulled the tongue off. It turned out that it was just a prop, and the real tongue only reached a little more than the chin.
"Do you understand now? My tongue is a symbol. Other ghosts will know it's me, Bai Wuchang, at a glance. In our underworld, this is the standard equipment."
"Oh, I understand, I understand."
Chen Banxian understood. He looked at Hei Wuchang again. Before he could ask any questions, the other party touched his face, revealing his normal skin color underneath, and said coldly:
"drawn."
"Oh, I understand, I understand."
Chen Banxian narrowed his eyes: "I just don't know how your underworld was born. Was it created by great power, or was it created by heaven and earth?"
He asked about his main purpose: "I wonder if the underworld is interested in opening a branch?"
"Our underworld has existed since the beginning of the world."
This is not a secret. Black and White Wuchang told him that the underworld is not under the Qingxuan Realm, but a large realm similar to the upper realm.
"So awesome?" He didn't expect it to have such an origin. So the question is why there is no underworld in the myth of the earth.
"Can I go and have a look?" Chen Banxian asked. He was curious about what the land where Black and White Wuchang was located looked like.
"Don't worry, we'll take you to see it later."
The two impermanences sneer, life and death are unpredictable.
It's a pity that Chen Banxian is destined to disappoint them.
Not to mention two sticks of incense, twenty sticks of incense had passed, and he was still half-dead.
Even Lin Tian and Su Su came.
"Are you going to die or not?" Liang Wuchang was a little crazy. This person refreshed their knowledge again and again.
"I guess it's rare for me to die." Chen Banxian was a little embarrassed: "How about you leave an address? I'll come back another day?"
He even said a little embarrassedly: "I've been a little better at fortune-telling recently, so I might as well make a divination for you two's future."
Is there still another day to go to hell?
Liang Wu Chang, you look at me, I look at you, we both see confusion in each other's eyes.
There's something wrong with this guy.