God Catch starts with adding points

This kind of magic is not impossible for opera idiots to cultivate, and it is also impossible for opera idiots who cannot reach the realm of "Zhuang Zhou dreams of butterflies, butterflies dream of Zhuang Zhou".

However, just like there are good actors and drama idiots, what this spell lacks most is scripts.

Because without a good playbook, it is impossible for a play idiot to enter the play. If you can't enter the play, what is the practice?

I heard that these scripts are the untold secrets of Liyuan, and the only way to practice is to enter Liyuan, one of the eight major schools.

Now Lu Bai has a book of practice spells like this in his hand——

Lu Bai glanced at the grade, orange, although not as good as gold, but also belongs to the legendary level of script.

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Chapter 361 After Ascension

Obviously, the playbook for practice is not an ordinary playbook.

For ordinary scripts, a story with twists and turns is enough, and the people in the script can give a basic setting.

But this practice script is to fill in all the experiences of each character before going on stage, and the more reasonable, the higher the quality of the script.

For example, if a fairy appears in a play, then the fairy must have his past and present life, including his experience, and the method of practice, and he must go through it again, so that he can fit the characters in the play and become a character in the play. People, and then practice like the people in the play, and then become the gods in the play.

Of course, the script of the play is usually divorced from reality, so after the performer becomes a fairy, he only draws people into the environment to exert influence in the illusion of the play.But if the play itself breaks through the boundary between reality and illusion, then it is not surprising that coming out of the illusion becomes a practice of enlightenment.

As for the actor's practice, it is natural that the better the acting skills and the more suitable for the task, the higher the realm of practice.

This is almost the most profound method of practice in Liyuan, "the man in the play".

Lu Bai scanned his memory, and found that this "The Peony Pavilion" is the complete book, with all the character settings in it, even the growth trajectory of a maid, which is enough to serve as a complete practice method.

"Hey, I'm still worried about how to get the troupe together. Now it's ready. There's a ready-made solution." Lu Bai felt complacent, looking forward to his "The Peony Pavilion" becoming famous and making Li Yuan's jaw drop, scaring the world. jumping scene.

The wicked monk and the sloppy Taoist priest were drinking on the roof. The wicked monk was holding a roast chicken in his hand. The two of them were drinking while chewing the meat with relish. Seeing Lu Bai's smiling face, the wicked monk pushed the sloppy Taoist priest away. , and took the wine jar in his hand, "Look at your master, you're stupid."

"Your master is stupid, your master is all fools." The slovenly Taoist gave Lu Bai a look, "My master is stupid."

Lu Bai raised his head and glanced at them, "I heard everything."

The sloppy Taoist smiled "hehe", "Master, I have almost comprehended the scriptures you gave me last time, can you give me another sentence?"

"No talk." Lu Bai refused.

He didn't remember much in the first place, if you tell him now, you will be so driven by the sloppy Taoist priest in the future.

For him, Taoist priests can be very useful helpers.

The Qude monk took a bite of the chicken, "Brother Lu, do you have any scriptures, give me some pointers."

The wicked monk mainly envied the unscrupulous Taoist priests for gaining more from comprehending the "Tao Te Ching", so he casually said that he didn't really want to get anything from Lu Bai.

Unexpectedly, after a little thought, Lu Bai said, "There really are."

The wicked monk was clever, "What?"

"There are scriptures and Zen words. I don't know what you want to listen to." Lu Bai thought about it, and that's about it.

The wicked monk looked at Lu Bai suspiciously, "I've never heard of it?"

Lu Bai was surprised, "Why, your Buddhist scriptures are also incomplete?"

The wicked monk sighed, "That's right, some scriptures are incomplete, some scriptures are only known by their names, and they have never seen scriptures at all, and the same is true for some sects."

Lu Bai was puzzled again, thinking that this world is really strange, the "Tao Te Ching" is incomplete, and the Buddhist scriptures are also incomplete. Didn't it mean that there was a Buddha in the north? Could it be that this Buddha didn't pass on all the scriptures?

The wicked monk didn't know this, "The Buddha often held seminars and lectures, and the scriptures were all sorted out by later generations, and not many of them could be handed down in their entirety, not to mention—"

The wicked monk shook his head and didn't say anything more.

He felt that Buddhism should have existed before the Buddha, because the Buddha quoted some allusions when he preached the scriptures. These allusions are unheard of, but they sound like they really happened.

Because the Buddha often used grass, flowers, and a speck of dust as metaphors in his lectures, Buddhists usually interpret these allusions as fables. For example, there was a monk who cut meat to feed eagles and so on.

But the wicked monk didn't think so.

He was the first Buddhist to suggest that there might have been a monk who cut flesh and fed eagles before the Buddha, but this was considered disrespectful to the Buddha, so he was expelled from Buddhism and wandered all the way from the Northern Dynasties to the Southern Dynasties.

The later experience made him firmly believe in Buddhism, but he has more and more doubts about Buddhist scriptures.

It would be great if these doubts could be answered by Lu Bai.

So, he wiped the oil from his mouth, and respectfully said to Lu Bai, "Brother Lu, please ask me a question or two."

The slovenly Taoist took a sip of his wine and muttered, "You bald donkey, you've been taking advantage of me all the time, and you're still brother Lu, do I still have to call you uncle? If you want to ask for advice, you can worship my master as your teacher, my master Not a narrow-minded person."

The wicked monk said angrily: "I have a master, and my master has passed to Nirvana."

"Then master, don't tell him." The sloppy Taoist said to Lu Bai: "If you don't want to be a teacher, tell him, then I won't follow. I got a word."

Lu Bai was happy.

The sloppy Taoist's words won his heart deeply.

He gave the wicked monk a helpless look, "It seems that you have only apprenticeship."

To be honest, Lu Bai really thought of taking him into Hao's door.

The unfathomable realm of the slovenly Taoist priest is unpredictable, and this wicked monk is with him, and his realm is also unpredictable.

Lu Bai guessed that their realm was either in the half-fairyland like him, or higher.

If Lu Bai included wicked monks into the sect, then his powerful sect would have a wealth of talents.

You know, ever since the Sword Immortal ascended and Yiqiu Villa was established, it has borrowed the reputation of the Sword Immortal to recruit masters, and now there are only a handful of masters above the Xiaoyao Realm. Lu Bai has these two people, as long as the Sword Immortal does not take action, Hao The gas door can compete with Yiqiu Villa.

It's a pity that the wicked monk didn't agree.

"It's impossible to be a teacher." The wicked monk took a bite of the chicken, "Besides, who knows if you know the Zen language of the Buddhist scriptures, if you don't know, just fool me, I'm not like you, a sloppy disciple , A jug of wine is enough to deceive you."

The sloppy Taoist was upset, "Don't slander me, what a jar of wine, I have several jars, no, the endless wine tricked me."

After the wicked monk let out a snort of disdain, he grabbed the wine jar and took a swig.

Even if you don't practice kung fu, this Haoqimen wine is extraordinarily delicious.

Lu Bai shook his head, and didn't force them. He just put his hands behind his back and slowly muttered, "There is no bodhi tree, and the bright mirror is not a stand-hey, it is not a stand-"

"Whoosh!"

A figure spread its wings like a big roc, covering the sky above Lu Bai, and then the shadow retracted, as if in front of Lu Bai.

"Master, please accept me—" the wicked monk saluted Lu Bai with a chicken leg in his hand.

"Hey, stop, stop." Lu Bai stopped him, his face couldn't stop laughing, as expected, nothing can escape the law of true fragrance, "I'm not your master, you don't have a master anymore."

The wicked monk looked serious, "I love my teacher, I love the truth more, master, you can't be too wicked, you can't stop me from turning my heart to Buddha."

"Uh--"

Lu Bai didn't know what to say for a while.

He always felt that the words of the wicked monk scolded him too.

"You really deserve to be a wicked monk." Lu Bai said.

However, he doesn't know many Zen poems and Buddhist scriptures, "If you can't be your master, you should be my guest of honor."

The wicked monk was overjoyed, "This is fine."

He didn't forget to turn his head and greet the sloppy Taoist priest, "Taoist priest, hurry up, call an elder."

The sloppy Taoist was annoyed, "You look old."

The wicked monk ignored him, and turned his head to greet Lu Bai, "Master, please read the following quickly."

Based on the many years of experience of the wicked monks, the latter is the key to the scriptures.

"Listen well, there is nothing in the first place, where does the dust come from." Lu Bai read it word by word.

"There is nothing in the first place, where is the dust, there is nothing in the first place—" the wicked monk muttered with his head lowered, smacking in his mouth, reminiscing in his thoughts, he became more and more enlightened, and felt a little more enlightened every time.

"Okay, okay." The wicked monk had a smile on his face.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blows, blows the flowers, plants and trees in the courtyard, the singing of birds, the fragrance of flowers, and the pure white auspicious clouds, gathering above the head of the wine house.

Lu Bai hadn't experienced this before, and didn't look up for a while, just thinking that the environment in the capital is not bad, there are so many birds, he didn't know that the auspicious clouds in the sky were rotating, arranged, and combined, making the sky into a funnel shape.

Under the funnel is the capital city and the wine house.

Many people looked up and saw that the funnel was spiraling up, and the clouds seemed to form a road around the mountain.

People look through the funnel, and above the funnel, they will see a blue, pure sky——

Lu Bai didn't know, but many people did.

By the waterfall.

The Taoist chief suddenly raised his head and looked into the distance, "In the capital, who could it be?"

Deep in the palace.

An old eunuch slowly raised his head, looked through the courtyard, and looked at the sky, "There is someone ascending in the capital! Who, who stepped into the ascending state in the capital? No, I didn't see the thunder robbery. This person has passed the thunderstorm." Robbed! Whose ancestor is this from the Eight Great Sects?"

Just when everyone was guessing.

"Hey, hey." The sloppy Taoist came down at some point.

He pulled the Quode monk, and pulled the Quode monk out of the realm of Zi Wudao, "Be careful, be careful to catch you up."

The wicked monk was suddenly pulled out of enlightenment.

Immediately the vision in the sky stopped and dispersed.

The wicked monk was suddenly pulled out. He was very angry at first, but when he heard the sloppy Taoist priest's words, he visibly shuddered, "Yes, yes, smelly Taoist priest, you are right to remind me."

Lu Bai was puzzled, "What are you going to catch, who dares to catch you?"

The sloppy Taoist pointed to the sky.

Only then did Lu Bai see auspicious clouds in the sky, but they were about to disperse now, "Is this the state that is about to be improved?"

Lu Bai has never seen Soaring, but his realm has improved.

He also had a vision when his realm was raised last time, so he thought of ascending.

Lu Bai didn't hear what the wicked monk answered, because his thoughts drifted to the puppet next to Gu Qinghuan, and then Lu Bai became angry, and he ignored the monk's painting.

Because "Hit the God Whip" was being sung on the stage, it was already time for Lu Bai's father to appear on stage.

What does this mean!

**

When Lu Bai saw that scene, he was already flustered.

Just now, many people saw the vision in the sky, which caused a burst of panic, which affected the performance of the troupe on the stage, and now it is hard to get back on track.

At this moment, Shen Cha, who had been sitting with Gu Qinghuan and Mrs. Gu watching a play, saw that the first play was "The Whip of the Gods", and left in a panic, came back.

As the wife of Mo Shenghan, the second eldest son of the Mo family, Shen Cha now has a face full of anger and guilt.

After she sat down, she sighed, "Fourth sister, sister-in-law, I'm sorry."

"What's going on?" Mrs. Gu was not very happy at the moment.

She invited Gu Qinghuan to watch the play, and if she invited someone to watch this play, it was slapping her in the face.

Besides—

"The owner of Shuobei City belongs to your Mo family! Why, your Mo family has already killed relatives so righteously?" Mrs. Gu said bluntly.

In "Hit the God Whip", the most villain is Mo Wang'er's father and Mo Shenghan's third brother.

Shen Cha gritted his teeth and said, "I know, this play—— this play was named by Sanjue Wang Changkang and asked this troupe to sing. Wang Changkang, as you all know, is the proud disciple of the head of Liyuan, our Mo family—— "

"Wang Changkang?" Gu Qinghuan raised an eyebrow.

She knew Wang Changkang.

Wang Changkang sent three musts, essays, plays, and infatuation.

Wen does not only refer to his literary talents, but also refers to his talent in script writing. The scripts he wrote were very popular. At that time, as long as the theater troupe grabbed Wang Changkang's script, it was equivalent to grabbing a silver mountain.

Opera definitely refers to Wang Changkang's attainments in opera.