A master of comedy!

After several rounds of drinks and five courses of food,

The dragon meat was extremely nutritious, containing abundant essence of blood and flesh. Everyone ate with great relish, but Tan Sheng was the first to be unable to resist, his face turning red as if he were being roasted by fire.

Yu Tianheng then took his leave and returned to seclusion with his disciple.

Zhou Sheng and Hong Xian ate the most. One of them had mastered the Zombie Technique, and the other had a special physique, with a belly that seemed to have no bottom, continuously digesting the essence of the dragon's flesh and blood.

By the end of the meal, Hongxian seemed to be drunk, her whole body radiating heat, and she began to repeatedly exercise with the large millstone in the yard.

I'm so full.

Zhou Sheng was also a bit stuffed, but after all, he was at the fifth level of cultivation and had profound Taoist skills. He recovered after using the Sleeping Dragon Immortal Technique to regulate his breathing a few times.

Only then did he recount his experiences at Yaofo Temple in their entirety.

After listening, even the well-informed Yu Zhensheng couldn't help but marvel, deeply impressed by his apprentice's brilliant performance of the cunning trick.

"You're truly blessed, kid. I never expected your gains from this trip to be so astonishing..."

Besides breaking through his own realm and mastering the Zombie Technique, he also obtained the inheritance of the Medicine Buddha's Lapis Lazuli Golden Body, the Gluttonous Demon Soul, half a dragon's inner core, dragon horns, dragon meat, etc., each of which are treasures that ordinary Yin-Yang Masters would find very difficult to obtain.

Don't open for business easily, but when you do, you can live off it for three years.

"But you really are cursed with bad luck, you encounter formidable enemies wherever you go, I really don't know whether to say you're lucky or unlucky..."

Yu Zhensheng even began to suspect that there might be something wrong with his apprentice's birth chart, as he always seemed to encounter such formidable enemies.

This time, the monks of Yaofo Temple were already in great danger with their transformation from Buddha to demon. If they were not careful, they would fall into the demon's lair, and the dragon would be in even greater danger.

The mastermind behind all this is the legendary dragon breeder, the Black-Clad Dragon King of the Longhua Sect, and a disciple of the Imperial Tutor Liu Bowen.

None of these three titles are easy to mess with.

"The Longhua Sect has four Heavenly Kings: the Purple-Clad Emperor, the Crimson-Clad Demon King, the White-Clad Immortal King, and the Black-Clad Dragon King. Their status is second only to the Sect Leader and the Buddha Mother. Each of them has the cultivation level of Transcending Tribulation and is a famous great cultivator in the world."

Zhou Sheng was taken aback upon hearing this, thinking to himself that these cult leaders were really all the same, their nicknames were all so flamboyant, such as Immortal, Demon, Emperor, and Dragon, which sounded quite childish.

But he knew that the fact that the other party dared to use such a nickname and was not killed proved that he was indeed highly skilled.

"Among them, I have never had any dealings with the Black-Clad Dragon King. I only know that he likes to wear black monk robes, is exceptionally intelligent, and is well-versed in classics, history, philosophy, military strategy, politics, and even the ways of business. He is the most mysterious strategist and advisor of the Dragon Flower Sect and is highly valued by the sect leader."

"As for that Crimson-Clad Demon King, I fought him a few times back then. He was indeed a formidable figure. By the way, he liked to wear a... Fang Xiangshi mask."

Fang Xiangshi Mask!
Upon hearing this, Zhou Sheng was startled, recalling the person he had seen when he left the Old Ghost's Abode after buying the Eight Merits Water.

The other person was indeed wearing a crimson robe at the time.

Moreover, his behavior and mannerisms subtly exuded an evil aura, which made Zhou Sheng very uncomfortable at the time.

The Black-Clad Dragon King wears the Mingwang Mask, and the Crimson-Clad Demon King wears the Fangxiangshi Mask, indicating that they were both appreciated by the city lord Hua Jiulang. Hua Jiulang and the Longhua Sect both have the character "Hua" in their names, so could there be some kind of deep connection between them?

"Fortunately, you completed this shady play without any major incidents and gained so much. There's no need to rush this year. Just stay home and rest, and wait until next spring to take on new roles."

Yu Zhensheng stroked his beard and offered his suggestion.

However, Zhou Sheng shook his head and said, "Master, I have received a new play invitation. I have already signed and sealed it. It needs to be completed before the end of the year."

Upon hearing this, Yu Zhensheng frowned, a look of confusion on his face.

After completing their apprenticeship, a Yin Opera Master only needs to accept one performance invitation per year. Of course, some Yin Opera Masters want to accept more Yin Opera performances in order to obtain more treasures and increase their strength.

However, Zhou Sheng's harvest on this trip was so abundant that it was equivalent to many performances by an ordinary ghost opera master. The best option was to stop and properly digest what he had gained.

"...Has the playwright who reads the judgment arrived?"

Yu Zhensheng thought for a moment and then pointed out that his disciple was not the kind of person who was eager for quick success and instant benefits. The only reason he was in such a hurry could be this.

Zhou Sheng nodded and then handed over the invitation. After Yu Zhensheng carefully examined it, his brows furrowed into a deep frown, and he immediately refused.

"No, you can't go to the City of the Dead!"

His voice held an unprecedented severity.

"I've only ever heard of this Crimson-Faced Bodhisattva; I've never actually seen her. Yet she managed to take the City of the Wrongfully Dead from the clutches of Yama and help Nian Nu Jiao ascend to the throne. This shows that her power is unfathomable."

"It's almost impossible for you to plot a murder under their nose. Even if you did manage to do it, you wouldn't get away unscathed!"

“Master, but I have already signed and sealed the document.”

Zhou Sheng smiled slightly, as if he had long anticipated that his master would object.

Yu Zhensheng: "..."

Once you've signed and sealed the document, you have to sing it. Otherwise, you'll not only be punished by Heaven, but you'll also offend that Crimson-Faced Bodhisattva, and you might even be wanted and hunted down by the entire Underworld.

"I'm determined to kill them; even a Bodhisattva couldn't stop me."

Zhou Sheng recalled Nian Nu Jiao's rapid improvement in strength and knew that he didn't have much time left. If she were to completely refine his master's golden core, it would not only be more difficult to kill her, but even if he did kill her, how much of the golden core's power would be left?

Moreover, he had already consulted the Luoshu divination method before signing the document.

He asked if there was a chance to kill Nian Nu Jiao and escape unscathed during this charade. Luo Shu only replied with one word – Yes.

Since we have the chance, let's kill!

"This time, when we perform a yin opera, your master will accompany you."

Yu Zhensheng knew that things were beyond saving and was deeply moved, but after a long pause, he could only utter this one sentence.

"And me too."

Yao Taifeng gripped the hilt of her sword at her waist, her delicate and beautiful face filled with murderous intent.

"Let that bitch taste the sharpness of my sword!"

"And me too!"

The red thread smashed into the bluestone millstone and said, "I feel like I'm about to break through, my head is getting hard again, hehe."

"And then there's Yu Tianheng and his disciples; we're no less formidable this time!"

Zhou Sheng's eyes lit up. His master had returned to the mountain, and together with Yu Tianheng, the grandmaster of the Southern School, the two schools of the North and South had joined forces again after many years, which was truly a remarkable feat.

"It's still not enough..."

After considering for a moment, Yu Zhensheng shook his head and said, "The worst thing about performing a ghost story is being completely clueless and knowing nothing about anything. If we can find out the details of that Zhu Yan Bodhisattva and prepare in advance, we can achieve twice the result with half the effort."

“But Master, even you have never seen that Crimson-faced Bodhisattva. If you want to find out information, you can only do so through Nian Nu Jiao. But I tried today, and the chances of success are slim.”

Zhou Sheng can also use the Luoshu to calculate, but the higher the cultivation level of the person involved, the greater the energy required.

He wants to save as much as possible whenever possible, so that it can be used where it is most needed.

If there is truly no other way, then it's not too late to use the Luoshu.

"There is someone who might be able to help you."

After a moment's thought, Yu Zhensheng's eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had thought of something, and he blurted it out.

"There is nothing in this world that he cannot foresee. Back when I was at the height of my fame performing yin opera, he cast a divination for me and said that I was like the Yellow River bursting its banks, the Black Tortoise trapped in the mudflats, my feet weighing a thousand pounds, and when would I be able to cross the river by boat?"

"I asked him what he meant, and he said I was destined to be a cripple. I even beat him up back then..." (End of Chapter)