"The Holy Lord gave the order, but how do you sing this play?"

"Where can we sing any plays? Who will make an idea?"

"King Qin Guang, you're giving me an idea."

...

The King of Hell was sweating coldly and frightened.

I thought I had escaped, but I didn't expect to push them into the abyss again.

Seeing that the King of Hell was indifferent, Lin Fan looked confused: "Isn't it a rap drama? Why haven't you started yet? I am the only audience, so I won't be stage frightened, right?"

This is not stage fright, but it makes them very scared.

"The Holy Lord is as majestic as the sky, and we are so in awe, we will inevitably be frightened." King Qin Guang replied weakly.

poisonous…

"I'm just an audience, not a saint." Lin Fan felt speechless and gave King Yan Luo's eyes blank: "Xiao Yan, is the opera troupe you invited really reliable?"

"What Mr. Sir said is that we are not ready and ruined Mr. Sir's interest."

"Look at your timidity, you know that you are not reliable in your work."

"What Mr. Sir teaches me is that Xiao Yan is not considerate well, and I hope Mr. Sir will forgive me for his crime."

King Yama shivered and sweated all over the floor.

Lin Fan glanced at King Qin Guang and the others, and they were all as cowardly as King Yan Luo.

Even if it is a fake opera troupe, it is not so scared, right?

Lin Fan was also wondering whether he was so fierce that he could scare them like this, which is also a question worth Lin Fan's reflection on.

"Forget it, you can come here for a rare trip, and I won't make things difficult for you. Just sing a random paragraph to help you liven up." Lin Fan sighed softly.

sweat…

Even if they play casually, they have no way to start.

Lin Fan was also sweating wildly and couldn't help asking: "Don't tell me, you don't even have a script, right?"

"What the sir said is that we came in a hurry and were indeed not prepared enough. I hope you forgive me."

"You all make a living by singing operas, but you don't have the script in your hands. It's like the soldiers on the battlefield don't carry weapons. It's too silly, right?"

"We are confused, please punish me."

The kings of Hell were extremely frightened and could not understand Lin Fan's thoughts at all.

Lin Fan was also speechless. Seeing these guys pretending to be crazy, they were pretty, but they didn’t have some professional qualities, they might be a group of scammers.

"Okay, it's rare that I'm interested today, so I'll give you a script on the spot." Lin Fan sighed lightly, and finally he had to worry about it.

To be honest, in this world of cultivation, there are not even electronic products, and there are too few entertainment activities.

If you can train a opera troupe and sing opera from time to time, it will be a joy.

Immediately, Lin Fan walked towards the study.

As soon as Lin Fan left, King Yama said angrily: "You think I am fooling you. How can you be so confused and dare to offend Mr.! It's a small opportunity to ruin me. If you anger Mr., our entire underworld will be ruined!"

"Brother Yan Luo calms down, it is our ignorance, and it is our fault."

"I think the Holy Lord values ​​you so much, so you have to plead for us."

"We have little loss in our cultivation. If the Saint Lord vents his anger on the underworld, then we will be the eternal sinners in the entire underworld."

"Brother Yan Luo, this matter is really big now. You have to think of a good idea."

...

King Guang and the others regretted and apologized.

"Mr. I can't figure out whether I can get my forgiveness, but I can only leave it to fate." King Yama sighed bitterly: "But Mr. I have a good temper and are graceful and generous. If you can perform well, there is still room for some reversal."

"How to show it? Is it really necessary to sing a big show?" King Qin Guang's forehead sweated.

"Singing an opera is not the point, what is important is to make the gentleman happy." King Yan Luo said seriously: "As long as the gentleman is happy, everything will naturally be fine."

"What if you can't sing well?" King Chujiang suddenly said.

"Then let's finish together." King Yama looked miserable.

The rare holy fate I have come here, and now I feel like I am in a place of endless disaster. How can I not feel sad?

King Qin Guang and the others were also full of bitterness. This was a sin that they would not live.

After a long time, Lin Fan came over with a bundle of wood in his hand.

"This script is "Bao Gong Trial Case". The plot is rich, and each character image and scene are marked in detail. It should be suitable for you. You can take it for careful study first." Lin Fan handed it to King Yan Luo.

Bao Gong trial case?

King Yama and the others know nothing about singing operas.

However, Lin Fan has already made arrangements for them, and even if he doesn't, he has to bite the bullet.

"Yes, we will definitely try our best to learn to ensure that the teacher is satisfied." King Yama took the script respectfully and gathered with the King of Hell in each palace to start studying the script.

Little did I know that the moment I opened the wooden roll.

Suddenly, a mysterious and ancient aura came to my face, directly capturing my mind.

"Well!"

The Ten Palaces of Hell was stunned and shocked.

Then, the mysterious aura permeates the body and spirit and circulates.

In an instant, the ten palaces of Hell's body and spirit trembled.

This tremor seemed to have an illusion of sublimation of the soul.

I feel that in a moment of effort, cultivation and mental state seem to be much more diligent.

Is this really a script?

Why does it feel like a secret book of a god?

The Ten King of Hell didn't know Lin Fan's intention, but felt that the aura was quite wonderful, and he couldn't resist the temptation in his heart, so he followed the aura and carefully browsed the contents on the wooden scroll.

At first glance, the strange fonts on the wooden roll seemed to become active.

There is a mysterious charm between the lines.

"Is it..."

"Dao Yun! It's Dao Yun!"

"This is not a script, it's simply a heavenly book!"

...

The Ten Kings of Hell were shocked.

The flow of Taoist rhyme seems to contain the laws of heaven, with endless mysteries.

It seems to be even more profound than the supreme six heavenly books of the underworld.

It feels like the whole word volume is like a god and man's hand.

With the pen and ink, fate creates the world and the world.

It is really a good hand of gods and men, and they exhaust the power of creation.

It can be said that it is definitely a killing of the Six Dao Heavenly Book in seconds.

saint!

He is indeed a saint!

Only the hands of a saint can one possess the ability to seize the creation of heaven.

The ten palaces of Hell have extremely high cultivation, which is definitely not comparable to those of cultivators in the ordinary world, so the spirit of Taoism and Dharma they have realized is even deeper.

Although it is impossible to understand Lin Fan’s thoughts, this is definitely a rare opportunity.

The opportunity must not be missed, and the time will never come again.

The mystery of Taoism is that the King of Hell can’t control his hope in his heart.

The body and spirit are the same, and you can calm your mind and understand the Tao of God.

The Taoist aura flowing out of the word scroll also seems to be baptizing and creating their form and spirit.

As the insight deepened, the cultivation level that King Qin Guang and others had originally lost was incredibly recovering rapidly, and even each level of re-improving cultivation level improved greatly.

When Lin Fan saw the Ten Kings of Hell studying the script with an exaggerated expression, he felt like he was about to be possessed.

"Yes, it seems that they are really involved in the show. As long as they study hard, there is still hope of remedy." Lin Fan smiled with relief.
Chapter completed!