Quick Wear: Welcome to the Crazy Scene

The light in Daguan City is hotter than usual, creating a dazzling halo of colorful light.

Fang Cun had been swinging his sword for an hour, and not even a crack had appeared in the stone before him.

The originally restless crowd turned to mocking him, pointing at him and making comments, just like a monkey show, adding fun to the ordinary afternoon in Daguan City.

However, Fangcun is deaf now, and he can't tell which side looks more like a monkey show.

Shen Jin had initially worried that Fang Shengseng was too shy and would try to disguise his actions, but seeing Fang Cun's movements and demeanor, completely unaffected, she let him go.

Just when someone approaches, he waves his sleeves and throws the person out of the spirit platform.

Finally, Fang Cun stopped what he was doing.

The crowd of onlookers had already left, leaving only a few people who were really bored and sat on the steps nearby with Shen Jin.

"Hey, he stopped."

Shen Jin also looked at Fang Cun.

He took a deep breath and gripped the sword's hilt again. A dazzling golden lotus began to take root and grow from the blade. In a moment, it completely covered the blade.

The sword's edge flashed with a cold light, as if it could cut through everything.

Fang Cun swung his arm, and the long sword drew a graceful arc in the air, and with a sound of breaking through the air, it slashed fiercely at the stone painting.

"Dang——" With a loud noise, the spiritual platform seemed to be shaken.

"Crack!" The stone painting cracked. A deep crack fell in the center of the stone painting and split to the sides.

Stone chips flew everywhere, and when they broke away from the stone painting, they turned into spots of light and flew into the air.

Except for Shen Jin, everyone stood up with their hands covering their mouths.

Their eyes fell on the scroll of Mountains and Seas beside Fang Cun.

The Supreme Spiritual Treasure, which originally shone brightly with golden light and emitted a mysterious aura, began to dim, as if its essence had been sucked away.

And that cracked stone painting is the source!

Fang Cun retracted his sword and stood aside, neither sad nor happy.

A piece of paper scroll slowly flew out from the cracks in the stone painting, and it was no different from ordinary white paper.

He said, "Finally it came out."

The white paper wanted to escape, but Fang Cun directly pinched the paper surface, leaving it with nowhere to go.

"Tear--"

There was a tearing sound, but it wasn't white paper.

Instead, it was the Scroll of Mountains and Seas on the spiritual platform. After losing its aperture and falling to the ground, it was torn apart by a pair of invisible hands.

After it cracked, the white paper that emerged from the stone began to dance. It was resisting Fang Cun.

A strange light began to emanate from the white paper. This light flickered, pulsating constantly as if alive, bewitching everyone.

Under this radiance, the remaining mortals on the spiritual platform moved forward uncontrollably. Their eyes blurred, their limbs stiff, they gathered in the direction of the white paper.

A strong desire surged in their hearts, wanting to take this magic weapon for themselves.

"Put it down!"

"it is mine!"

A hoarse roar sounded.

It's just a little lacking in strength.

He could only cling to Shen Jin's barrier in vain, even his facial features were squeezed and deformed, and he directly hallucinated that he was surrounded by zombies.

Shen Jin frowned with some disgust and changed the transparent barrier into an opaque style, which was at least better for his eyes.

Baizhi became even more angry when he found that his "guardian" was blocked on the periphery!

Meanwhile, the crowd held back by the barrier grew increasingly frantic, erupting in furious roars and howls.

People began to attack each other, waving their fists, tearing off clothes, and some even drew their weapons.

A picture gradually emerged on the white paper. Shen Jin looked closely and found that it was a painting of the scene currently on the spiritual platform.

The little man in the painting is waving his limbs, and the crowd outside the painting is doing the same thing, which is extremely weird.

Shen Jin also saw a brush gathering strength. Looking at its location, it was exactly where she was. So, was Baizhi planning to include her as well?

Shen Jin moved her fingers slightly, crushing the silky fibers. Dare to copy her, you're really asking for your life.

As for Fang Cun, as soon as the white paper appeared, he allowed himself to be entangled and entered the painting.

The person in his painting is the most exquisite one, and can be called a one-to-one replica.

So, this is the magical power of the Scroll of Mountains and Seas?

If she kills the prototype in the painting, will the little man in the painting disappear?

With a try-it attitude, she knocked the group of mortals to the ground.

So the words and expressions became like a row of people lying on their backs, struggling.

Shen Jin thought as his hands touched the fibers connecting the painting and the person.

Should I just pull it out directly, or kill one first and see?

Anyway, all the good people were persuaded to leave by her, and those who stayed here are not clean after all.

"Girl, this is useless."

Just as Shen Jin was about to study it, a monk came in gracefully and stopped her actions with his words containing spiritual power.

Shen Jin withdrew his hand unnoticeably and looked at the monk.

The man was wearing a red and yellow cassock and holding a nine-ring crescent-shaped demon-killing wand.

As he walked, the Zen stick fell to the ground, knocking out golden lotus flowers.

"Who is your Excellency?"

Shen Jin thought of Fang Cun's words about needing her help to stop someone from the Buddhist sect. This monk must be an elder of the Buddhist sect.

"Amitabha."

He saluted with one hand, then pounded the Zen staff in his hand with force, and the nine rings collided, emitting bursts of Buddhist sounds.

Everyone who was struggling on the ground kicked their legs and fell into a deep sleep.

Shen Jin saw the fibers spreading from the white paper being cut off by Fanyin. At the same time, the figures belonging to them in the white paper also dimmed.

He did not completely remove the fibers, so the people in the painting are only slightly dimmed.

"My name is Sanmu, and I have come to pick up this useless disciple of mine."

He raised his Zen stick and pointed at Fangcun, who was facing the white paper.

Fang Cun kept his hands raised, tearing the paper, motionless.

On the white paper, there was a little figure belonging to him, swinging a sword. Unfortunately, Shen Jin couldn't understand what he was fighting. He thought it was an illusion set for him by the Scroll of Mountains and Seas.

Shen Jin naturally denied it and blocked Sanmu's way: "I didn't hear him say that he was still a monk?"

Sanmu raised his eyes and finally looked at Shen Jin straight in the eye: "Miss, do you want to fight me?"

"I wonder which monk you are worshipping under?"

"I am the Three-Eyed One of the Ten Thousand Buddha Sects. I think your master must have mentioned me."

Sanmu is full of confidence.

Shen Jin, however, showed his spirit sword and sneered, "You, Baldy, are quite good at making connections. How could I not know that I am actually your Buddhist disciple?"

"Magic way!"

He took a step back, and the golden lotus of his Zen staff shone brightly.

"I thought I was a Buddhist disciple, but why was my training not going smoothly? It turns out that it was you, the devil, who was secretly causing trouble."

Shen Jin felt bored.

If you want to beat someone up, just do it. Who is this high-sounding excuse insulting?

But since he had said that, Shen Jin would not be afraid: "Evil monk, don't speak nonsense here. You say you are the Three Eyes, but how do you know you are not the devil in disguise?"

"Otherwise, you who call yourself a Buddhist, why would you ask me to stop you?"

"You are the devil!"

Shen Jin was dignified and would not accept any dirty water being thrown at him, and would directly throw the dirty water back.