To be honest, among these four judges, Zhou Chuan currently prefers Lord Kui the most.
One is because of its ghost-eating nature, and the other is because it is a famous Taoist god of all responses.
There is even a saying that after his death, he was named "Ghost King" by the Ten Kings of Hell. In addition to his official seal, ivory tablet, Kuixing pen, merit book and other items, he was also given magical instruments such as the Qingfeng Seven-Star Demon-Slaying Sword, the Golden Whip and the Golden Mace.
He is one of the most famous gods in Taoism.
In a parallel world, China's neighboring countries, including Japan, all hold him in great respect.
It can be said that as long as he can make this card, he can walk around the Great Black Mountain.
However, nothing can go smoothly in this world. It is good to be able to find clues about Lu Pan, which is an unexpected surprise.
"Doraemon of the underworld."
Zhou Chuan spoke softly, looking at the empty neck of the statue, then glanced at the black plaque held by the Seventh and Eighth Masters, and suddenly remembered something.
That is... Is the mythological fault in this world really only related to the destruction of the classics
Even if everything was destroyed, why couldn't people pass on the knowledge orally
And... those old guys during the Chongzhen period had fully benefited from the initial drop of cards, and each of them was extremely powerful. But after only a few hundred years, they were all dead
Even if I really die, I can at least leave some knowledge behind before I die, right? Is this the only thing missing
But the reality is that in the past few hundred years, only some seemingly plausible shadows can be found in the world.
At least on the surface, no one has found any direct evidence pointing to any myth or legend.
The most interesting thing is that when people in this world describe knowledge, they often like to use the four words "ancient knowledge" to represent it, and few people mention the word "myth".
Zhou Chuan originally speculated that perhaps there was some great will that directly erased the concept of mythology, but through some details, such as the book "Imagination of Ancient Chinese Mythology", it seems that it has not reached the level of "erasure".
It's very strange anyway.
"I don't want to think about it too much for now, let's collect the materials first."
Zhou Chuan said as he took out a stack of blank cards from his heart.
With a flash of white light, it instantly expanded to the size of an A4 paper, floating straight up to the sky and casting light on the temple.
Seeing this, Zhou Chuan slowly spit out the temple door and poured in a lot of energy, trying to seal the temple directly, but after holding it in for a long time, he failed.
"call."
Zhou Chuan sighed in frustration. The quality of the temple as a "material" seemed to be a little too high, and he was completely helpless with his current energy.
But with the idea of taking advantage of others, Zhou Chuan returned to the temple and stuck a stack of blank cards on the chest of the headless stone statue.
The familiar heavy feeling came again. This time he gritted his teeth and tried his best to encapsulate it despite exhausting all his energy.
Set the scene, arrange the environment, adjust the "load bearing"...
After a few steps, my temples felt a little sore.
Zhou Chuan still remembered that when he first came to this world, he sent Hei Wuchang with an empty sack into the battlefield where the undead were rioting. After fighting a round, he came back with the sack full.
But it is just white after all, a material that is not even white, and can be stored by remote command spirit card.
In fact, packaging materials is not an easy task.
At least for Zhou Chuan, who is used to getting things for free, packaging high-quality materials is more difficult than making cross-level cards.
“Finally succeeded.”
Zhou Chuan wiped the sweat off his forehead and looked at the glowing material card.
I saw that its border was jumping wildly between purple and orange at an extremely high frequency, with no sign of stopping, and it was so bright that it could blind a dog's eyes.
After wiping his sore eyes, Zhou Chuan turned over the card. As he wished, a few large characters like "Headless Judge" slowly appeared on the blank introduction page.
"call."
After doing all this, Zhou Chuan slowly exhaled.
Orange and purple interweave, this is the highest quality material card he has obtained so far.
However, there is no such thing as "half-step XX" in this world. To put it bluntly, the quality of this material should be orange. The reason why it is in this situation now is probably because it is missing a head...
"But where can I find it?"
Zhou Chuan looked around and decided to find the clue no matter what, even if he had to turn the temple upside down!
"Master Seven and Master Eight, come together!"
Zhou Chuanqing walked forward, but at this moment, Mr. Ba suddenly reached out and pulled his sleeve.
"Eighth Master?"
Zhou Chuan subconsciously turned his head and met a pair of eyes that were as calm as a calm lake, without any sadness or joy. He then saw the man stretch out his hand and point to the place where the statue was originally placed.
"There is indeed a mystery."
After a musket explosion, a large hole was blasted out on the base originally used to place the statue, and a hole emitting red light was faintly visible.
Seeing this, Zhou Chuan looked at Hei Wuchang with some complexity.
Since entering the Great Black Mountain two days ago, he felt that the intelligence of the six of his men seemed to be higher.
Especially the Eighth Master who was the first to follow him, who even warned him during the battle with the locust tree demon, and now the same situation has happened again!
After staring into those emotionless eyes for a long time, Zhou Chuan turned his head silently.
What is the nature of Lingka
Is it a reproduction and sublimation of life? Or is it just a pure imitation and reproduction
He couldn't figure it out, and for the moment he had no time to think about it.
However, as long as one thing is confirmed, that these great gods of the underworld are now his spirit cards, that is enough.
"Go down and take a look."
Zhou Chuanxin said this, then came to the outside of the temple and waved in a certain direction: "Tong Qi, is he still alive?"
"Thanks to you, only two bones were broken."
Tong Qi, lying on the cow's back, hummed softly and looked a little depressed.
"I just found a place that looks like ruins and I'm going to explore it. I hope Tong Qi can stay here for a while. If I get into any danger, someone can call Teacher Li for help."
Zhou Chuan paused, then continued: "Of course, when I come back, I will give you some generous rewards."
"Hey, Brother Zhou, if you say that again, I'll get mad at you! We met by chance, it's just to help out, it's not a big deal!" Tong Qi looked righteous, then asked awkwardly, "Is the reward really that high?"
"thick!"
Zhou Chuan smiled, then left Uncle Niu Sanye in the temple, and entered the cave under the base of the statue under the protection of Uncle Qi and Uncle Ba.
After a long time, Tong Qi poked his head into the temple, but found it was empty. When he looked up again, he was met with a pair of cold and domineering Niu Tong's eyes.
"Uncle... Brother Zhou and I are friends." Tong Qi said with a stammer, but he was responded with a deep and powerful growl.
Tong Qi stared blankly at Master Niu Sanye's muscular arms, and couldn't help but have shining eyes, thinking: What a great physique, he must be a good hand in the fields!
But as if he had sensed his thoughts, Uncle Niu San's gaze changed slightly.