Chapter 685
The small town at night was exceptionally quiet. There were no entertainment venues in this small town. Even if there were, it would be a curfew. Other than the night watchman and a few other personnel, no one was allowed to wander outside after nightfall.
Everyone went home early to eat, sleep, and play with their children.
Only in this courtyard did it add a bit of liveliness.
A few young scholars were drinking wine and reciting poems, discussing the strange politics of the current imperial court.
"Emperor Sui Guan is simply muddle-headed. He actually liberated the religion and allowed those Daoist monks to grow stronger. This is an action that will harm the country."
"That's right, that's right. For the past three years, the people have been living in misery."
"The officials of the imperial court did not stop him. Instead, they allowed Emperor Sui Guan to cause trouble."
"As officials, they did nothing. Children are willful and rash. Daoism and Buddhism run amok."
"If one day I step into the throne room, I will definitely reprimand them!"
A few scholars were talking nonsense in their drunken stupor.
Humans were like this. They always thought that others were fools and looked down on the actions of others with their one-sided knowledge.
Suddenly, a cold wind blew over. The scholars quivered and felt as if their bodies were being pressed down by a ghost. Suddenly, they were unable to move.
They were unable to say a complete sentence. They no longer had the appearance of being arrogant and boastful.
Only when they felt a warm feeling in their crotch did they realize that they had regained control of their bodies. They shouted loudly and rushed out of the courtyard.
It would not be long before they were caught by the night patrol.
Zhu Ping, who was wearing white clothes and had long white hair, appeared in the courtyard and finally scared the scholars away.
If there were no accidents, a Mythical Martial Art would be born here.
Just now, when he slightly released his aura to suppress them.
If those scholars did not leave quickly, they would not be able to withstand the aura emitted when a Mythical Martial Art was born.
"It seems that the Confucian Religion is not having a good time either." Zhu Ping shook his head. Although the three religions were derived from Mythical Martial Arts, with the development of the three religions, martial arts were no longer the entirety of the three religions.
This was especially so for the Confucian Religion. The Mythological Martial Arts of the Confucian Religion were like the Zhong Ding Weapon Study Scriptures. One had to thoroughly research them before they could obtain power from them. During these years, there were also some scholars who had become stupid from studying. They had memorized the Confucian Religion's scriptures, not seeking to understand them but believing themselves to be infallible.
In the beginning, the Confucians were still able to suppress these fake Confucians. But as they spread out, more and more of them appeared.
Ignoring the few scholars who ran out, Zhu Ping swept away the dishes on the stone table in the courtyard and looked at the stone table.
A simple chessboard was engraved on it. With a light slap of his palm on it, cracks appeared, and the entire stone table collapsed. Something inside also fell to the ground along with the broken stones.
The object was only the size of a finger, and it was oval in shape. It looked like a cocoon, but the silk threads of the cocoon were black, and there were some small gaps that formed a pattern.
This silkworm cocoon seemed as though it could be crushed with just a pinch. It didn't seem like a medium for a Mythological Martial Art.
However, Zhu Ping didn't dare to directly touch it. When it came to Mythical Martial Arts, he had to be as careful as possible.
Vaguely, Zhu Ping could feel the weak yet tenacious life fluctuations within the silkworm cocoon.
It was as though it was breathing, breathing in and out. It was weak, but it attracted everyone's attention.
Zhu Ping felt that something was wrong with his body. When he raised his hand, he discovered that there was an abnormal transformation on his palm. Some beetle-like black exoskeletons appeared outside his skin.
The scene in front of him was also rapidly dividing. The scene in front of him rapidly shrunk and turned into hundreds of copies. It was as though his eyes had turned into hundreds of pairs. When Zhu Ping blinked and opened his eyes again, the scene in front of him had become even more.
The scene in front of him turned into a small black dot. After that, it duplicated into tens of thousands of copies and disappeared from Zhu Ping's vision.
This unique sense of sight made Zhu Ping feel dizzy at the first moment.
The fluctuations within the silkworm cocoon continued, and Zhu Ping's transformation was also continuing. He felt his throat itching, and after a series of coughs, he actually spat out a large amount of mucus.
He touched the mucus with his hand and actually pulled out a large amount of long filaments.
"I'm turning into a worm?"
When this thought appeared, Zhu Ping felt that his whole body was itching, especially at the back of his shoulder blade. That kind of itch was even more unbearable.
With a pinch of his hands, a large piece of skin was rubbed off. His original muscles also seemed to have rotted. With a pinch of his fingers, he could dig out a large amount of mud-like muscles.
After that, Zhu Ping discovered that his body was like a candle placed next to a stove. He had completely melted and turned into a pool of liquid.
"Am I dead?" As he completely melted, this thought appeared in Zhu Ping's mind. A kind of fear spread throughout Zhu Ping's heart, but after that, the knowledge that originated from the Primordial Nine Lives allowed Zhu Ping to sober up and get rid of the fear of death.
With a light cough, Zhu Ping wiped his eyes. That unique vision had finally been shaved off. He was still standing in front of the broken stone table, and that black silkworm cocoon was still lying there quietly.
A Mythical Martial Art named "Insect Puppet Form Evolution Record" appeared in Zhu Ping's mind.
Zhu Ping wiped off the cold sweat on his forehead. A kind of lingering fear involuntarily arose in his heart. He thought that he had come into contact with many Mythical Martial Arts and had a sufficient understanding of the dangers of Mythical Martial Arts. However, he didn't expect that he had still underestimated the terror of Mythical Martial Arts.
In the previous unforeseen event, if he really thought that he had turned into a worm and turned into a pool of pus and died, then he might really have turned into a pool of pus and died.
As for whether the previous unforeseen event was real or fake, even Zhu Ping himself didn't know.
Pulling a silk scarf, he carefully wrapped the silkworm cocoon and placed it into a small box. Only then did Zhu Ping choose to leave this place. He knew where to place this Mythical Martial Art.
Of course, before he went there, he still needed to find a practitioner for this Mythical Martial Art.
The Insect Form Evolution Record stated that the human body was as weak as insects. If one wanted to change this essence, they had to change themselves step by step and go through the Life Form Evolution Record. This was the process of understanding the life form and transforming it.
"To some people, this Mythical Martial Art should be fully deserving of being a demonic art. Completely abandoning the identity of a human is going against the natural laws of the body. It is a blasphemy against life." Zhu Ping thought.
Hence, it wasn't easy to find a suitable practitioner for this Mythical Martial Art.
Zhu Ping comprehended the Mythical Martial Art as he headed towards the next place where there was a Mythical Martial Art.
When he passed by a city, his path was blocked. It wasn't that he had been discovered, but rather, a riot had occurred in this city.
"Scram out of Tai-an City. This city belongs to us. You dogs of the Evil Devil Empire, don't even think of taking a step closer to the city."
"It's all thanks to the benevolent Future Lotus Buddha. If not, we would still be deceived by this damnable Evil Devil Empire."
"Later on, we will burn incense and return our vows. When the Future Lotus Buddha descends, all these evil devils will die completely."
Zhu Ping walked into Tai-an City and discovered that every household had yellow paper pasted on it. There weren't any incantations written on it, but the names of the previous Virtuous Prince, the current Emperor, as well as a large number of curses.
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