Chapter 664 Happy Teacher's Day

Just when Xu Yang was tracking the three evil cultivators from the shadow organization who had entered the Confucian altar before.

These three evil cultivators have already entered another formation space within the Confucian altar.

Led by the "Qingyan Monk" under the control of the Thousand-Faced Ghost, the bald man "Flying Insect Master" and the "Iron-faced Madman" are by his side.

The three of them were standing side by side, looking at the scenery in front of them, feeling a little worried.

The ground in front of them was crisscrossed with straight grids, like a huge chessboard.

There is a number written in the middle of each grid. These numbers are chaotic, ranging from large to small, and there is absolutely no pattern in them.

What's even more amazing is that when they walk through the numbers on the grid, the numbers will change, sometimes getting bigger, sometimes getting smaller. Although it didn't show any attack power, it made it impossible to get out of this huge space full of numbers.

"Your Majesty, it seems that the three of us have fallen into a digital maze. The spatial restrictions here make it impossible to tell the difference between east, west and north. We walked around for a long time and still couldn't see any clues about the maze formation." Bald Head The man said helplessly while touching his bald head with his hand.

The iron face on the side was pulling his fingers and counting seriously: "One, two, three..."

After a while, Iron Face shook his head and started counting again: "One, two, three..."

It's a pity that he can only accurately count to three, and it is easy to get messed up beyond four.

The Thousand-faced Ghost still appears as the ghost slave "Qingyan Monk" at this moment. As an actor, Thousand Faced Ghost is very interested in every ghost slave he controls, and his movements and expressions are completely in line with Qingyan Monk's original habits.

He first stretched out a broad palm to mark the position of the numerical formation on the opposite side, estimated the range in his mind, and then tried to deduce the pattern of these numbers in his mind. After a moment, he shook his head.

Then he said: "The Yu Dao Sect is proficient in the six arts of Confucianism and Taoism, namely etiquette, music, archery, charioteering, calligraphy, and numeracy. It seems that this maze is one of the "number" among the six arts of Confucianism and Taoism. "Number" is mathematics, and There are nine small categories in the "Nine Numbers" method, which are infinitely variable. Even if an ordinary person spends his whole life, he may not be able to fully master them, so it is perfect for use in the maze formation. "

After saying that, the "Qingyan Monk" squatted down, gently placed the palm of one hand on the ground, and slightly performed the Rock Buddha Technique to feel the breath of the rock and soil here.

Qingyan Monk was born with a body of rock. Coupled with the Rock Buddha Technique he practiced, wherever there is earth, there will be the power of rock and earth. With the power of rock and earth, he can extract and control an endless stream of power.

He wanted to use the power of the earth's rock and soil to directly destroy the foundation of the digital formation in front of him. Violence is sometimes a solution to problems.

After a moment, Qingyan Monk looked a little embarrassed and muttered in his heart: "This maze formation is really a conspiracy. Not to mention the surrounding rock and soil spiritual power, even the spiritual power of other attributes are completely suppressed by the formation's restrictions. It would be extremely difficult to directly destroy the foundation of this formation. However, there is no other method for the time being. Let’s try it with our own power first.”

With a rough judgment in his mind, Qingyan Monk pressed his other hand on the ground, and then suddenly pressed the magic formula, and the rock body was running at full speed.

In an instant, the corners of his clothes rolled back, the strong wind flew away, and streaks of brown spiritual light kept whirling on the Qingyan Monk's body. This was the materialization of his rock and earth attribute soul power, and the powerful soul power of the Dao Ming Realm monk was undoubtedly revealed.

Powerful rock-attributed mana was injected directly into the ground beneath his feet through his palms.

"Buddhist Rock and Earth Waterfall!"

The next moment, the ground within a few dozen feet in front of Qingyan Monk seemed to be upside down. The rock and soil on the ground exploded and flew upside down like a waterfall.

"Rumble, rumble."

The thunder of the earth turned the world upside down.

The powerful waves of rock and soil rolled away in all directions, swallowing everything on the surface like a mudslide.

The power of Qingyan Monk's technique spread for ten miles, and the hum of the earth's crust echoed endlessly.

Looking around him, the surface of the land within a radius of ten miles had completely changed.

The previous square grids crisscrossing the ground disappeared, and the numbers on them were all buried by rock and soil. The digital maze that trapped the three people was completely gone. There were upside-down rocks and scattered earthen bags everywhere. .

High in the sky, sand rain fell continuously for a long time.

"Qingyan Monk" finished casting the spell, stood up, and clasped his hands together.

"As expected of your right envoy, you solved this annoying maze with just one move." The bald man flattered.

The iron face on the side stopped pulling his fingers, exhaled a long breath, and said with relief: "Hey, I can't see too many numbers. My math is taught by the physical education teacher."

He is also a very honest person.

But at the next moment, the whole earth suddenly trembled, and crisscrossing lines of white aura suddenly appeared on the surface, outlining neat square grids.

The silver seal characters unique to Confucianism are like countless silver fish jumping on the surface of the earth.

Immediately afterwards, taking each square grid as a unit, the messy ground surface turned downwards and adjusted its direction, showing a smooth ground as before. The square grid is still filled with messy and disordered numbers.

Buzz buzz, buzz buzz.

The ground flipped, like a magic trick. After a stick of incense, the digital maze array returned to its original state.

"This? How could this happen?" The bald man scratched his bald head with his hand, looking puzzled. Then he stole a glance at the "Right Envoy" in front of him.

"Qingyan Monk" had a face as cold as a rock, showing the calmness that he should have as the Right Envoy.

At this moment, he blamed himself in his heart: "Teacher's Day is here, I should go see the teacher. I didn't study hard at the beginning, and now this is the end. Alas, my math was taught by a martial arts teacher."

......

Qingyan Monk didn't speak, put his hands together, stared blankly at the opposite side, motionless like a rock.

The bald man and Tielian next to him didn't dare to disturb him. They knew that if this Thousand Faces Ghost got angry, people would instantly turn into ghosts, which was extremely scary. So, the two could only stand there motionlessly.

Three wooden stakes.

I don't know how long it took.

At this time, Tielian inadvertently lowered his head.

He just saw a "one" under his feet, and connected to the "one" were squares with "two" and "three" written on them.

Tie Lian was born unable to count, but he was a very serious student. He spent thousands of days and nights trying hard, and finally he could count the three numbers one, two, and three completely. And he continued to work hard to learn the addition and subtraction operations between one, two, and three. For him, a born "fool", this was already a miracle.

When Tie Lian was seven years old, he was like an ordinary child, and there was no iron face to cover his face. Although his appearance was ordinary, he was lovable.

Finally one day, after countless efforts by Tie Lian, he told his mother about his successful "counting one, two, and three".

"Child, no one will say you can't count anymore. In my eyes, you are a hardworking genius." Mother said kindly.

From that day on, the seven-year-old boy continued to study hard.

Later, by chance, he entered the world of cultivation. Although he did not achieve success in mathematics, he was outstanding in the fields of ghost cultivation and puppet making.

Studying hard is a spirit, and studying hard will always pay off.

......

In the Rutian Altar space.

In front of the digital maze, the three evil cultivators including Tie Lian were at a loss at the beginning.

Tie Lian could count one, two, and three accurately. So, when he saw one, two, and three neatly arranged in front of him, he felt an incomparable sense of intimacy in his heart.

"This is what I am best at." Tie Lian said complacently in his heart.

Finally, Tie Lian couldn't help the love in his heart, carrying the huge iron coffin behind him, just like a schoolboy carrying a small schoolbag to school, he took his steps happily.

"One, two, three... one, two, three... one, two, three..." He happily chanted the three numbers that he was most familiar with and most intimate with, and his steps under his feet stepped out in the same rhythm.

It was like a song, the sun was shining overhead, the flowers were smiling at me...

The magical thing was that every time Tie Lian stepped on a square with one, two, and three written on it, a new square with one, two, and three would appear in the next direction, one after another.

Unconsciously, Tie Lian walked seven or eight feet away, the road was straight, and there was no interference from the digital maze.

The Qingyan monk and the bald man behind Tie Lian were both stunned by Tie Lian's back.

At this moment, Tie Lian seemed to be surrounded by a halo, which made people envious.

"Oh my god, such a profound digital maze was actually solved by a fool who could only count one, two, and three. Is this the script of God's will? As a professional actor, I don't understand it and I don't accept it." Qianmiangui complained in his heart.

In fact, Qianmiangui didn't know that the "iron-faced fool" in his heart had made efforts to learn "one, two, and three", which was no less than Qianmiangui's love for acting, and even more than that.

The bald man on the side laughed as he watched.

"Hahaha. My brother Tielian has a way. Isn't this the method to break the formation? It's enough to learn this thing after graduating from elementary school." The bald man said happily.

Seeing that Tielian solved the difficult nine-number maze formation with the method of one, two, three, the inferiority complex of not studying hard that the bald man just exposed was instantly buried in the deepest part of his heart.

Perhaps, if the bald man is given another chance to go to school again, he will definitely work hard to learn every day and be a diligent and hardworking student.

"What are you still looking at? We can just follow him." "Qingyan Monk" said loudly.

"Yes, Lord Right Envoy." The bald man responded quickly.

The two followed Tielian closely, like three schoolchildren going to school, moving straight forward all the way.

Study hard and make progress every day.

......

Sure enough, the three of them did not encounter any interference from the digital maze along the way.

This is the power of knowledge!

Happy Teacher's Day!