The sun and moon are both wrong; who made him seek the Dharma

"Master Xia Chuan, could you also be a PhD?"

Hai Shan nodded, his tone carrying a sense of self-righteous pride:

"A double degree in mathematics and education."

The two looked at each other in disbelief.

Our Three True Masters' average educational background is actually a doctorate?

Hai Shan clapped his hands:

"We've gone off on a tangent, we've gone off on a tangent."

"Tongtian is the one thing that can increase your combat power the most."

Once you learn this trick, you'll be able to dominate the battlefield in three months.

Looking at the confident Haishan,

Duan Xinglian had some doubts:

"Senior, is it really possible to learn it in three months?"

Hai Shan did not hesitate, his tone resolute:

"Brother Haoguang knew a hundred years ago that you would definitely be able to learn it."

Duan Xinglian: "Huh?"

Hai Shan shook his head, his gaze falling on the ancient-looking token at his waist:

"There's too much to say, it's related to the Three True Ones sharing the same month."

Duan Xinglian understood and subconsciously touched the token at his waist.

Hai Shan looked at the same month's token without showing any emotion.

This kid probably doesn't know yet.

The token he holds, issued in the same month, will connect him to his past self from a hundred years ago, three months later.

Then he let his younger brother Haoguang from a hundred years ago witness his battle three months later.

Hai Shan sighed, his gaze becoming distant.

That's precisely why I can't take direct action right now...

As he pondered, his gaze fell upon a Zhong Kui mask in the corner.

The mask hung on the wall, red and black, with wide-open, angry eyes, but a slight smile on its lips.

Recalling the past, Hai Shan's lips curled into a smile.

So many years have passed in a flash, and I really miss it.

On the other side, in 1906.

Xi'an, Shaanxi.

Along a bustling street, crowds thronged, making it impossible to move.

It was the grand entrance of a major character.

"Mr. Chu Kui!!!"

"Mr. Chu Kui!!!"

Surrounded by the crowd, a handsome young man stood up from the carriage and bowed to the crowd.

He was wearing a dark green long robe with a black belt around his waist.

Thank you all for your kindness.

His voice was clear and bright, penetrating the noisy crowd and reaching everyone's ears clearly.

"As is customary, I'll give you a brief explanation."

Please be aware of any unexpected visitors to your home.

He paused, his gaze sweeping across the sea of ​​people below the stage, his tone becoming serious:

"For example, the elders in the family, wife and children suddenly feel unfamiliar."

"Don't be afraid, just inform Chu."

He shook his head abruptly as soon as he finished speaking.

There was a mask painted on his face at some point.

It was a strikingly imposing face resembling Zhong Kui.

"I, Zhong Kui, will not let that thief get away with this!"

He opened his mouth and spat out a burst of flame, eliciting gasps from the audience.

As the flames dissipated, Chu Kui laughed heartily, shook his head again, and the mask on his face instantly changed to another appearance.

He walked with measured steps, his back straight and his gait steady, slowly entering the theater's backyard.

The audience filed in, jostling and pushing their way into the theater.

Among the crowd, three figures stood still.

Gao Haoguang looked in the direction where Chu Kui had disappeared, frowning in puzzlement:

"Strange, isn't face-changing a technique in Sichuan Opera? How could someone who sings Qinqiang Opera know it?"

What's even stranger is that Sichuan Opera face-changing usually involves changing facial masks.

This person is putting on makeup directly on their face, and so quickly.

Hai Shan stroked his chin, a thoughtful look in his heterochromatic eyes:

"According to the information provided by Qianji Pavilion, this Mr. Chu Kui seems to have traveled all over the country and has mastered all kinds of operas."

He recalled what had just happened, his brow furrowing slightly:

"However, I didn't understand that move just now either."

Was it magic? Or was it truly a display of exceptional performing skill?

Xia Chuan did not speak.

He stared at Chu Kui's departing figure, his brows furrowed.

This guy's soul... it seems to have just changed shape?

"Senior brother?"

Gao Haoguang waved his hand in front of him, drawing Xia Chuan's attention back.

"What do we do now? Should we proceed with the original plan to contact this Mr. Chu Kui?"

A week has passed since the group encountered Xiang Yuyin and Hei Zhu.

Because he had promised Wumingzi to kill the Nirvana Corpse that had escaped from Jiang Mingzi's hands a thousand years ago.

Following the clues provided by Qianjiguan, Xia Chuan and his group of five arrived in Xi'an.

Jin Miao and Hu Dasheng went to meet with the person in charge of the local Qianji Pavilion.

Meanwhile, Xia Chuan and his two companions, based on information from Qianji Pavilion, went to contact Chu Kui, a famous local Qinqiang opera performer.

Xia Chuan withdrew his gaze, his brows furrowing slightly.

Now it seems that Chu Kui has some problems.

After a moment's hesitation, he made the following arrangements:

"No rush. Let's go find him when Sister Jin Miao and the others arrive."

More information is always better.

Hai Shan glanced at the sky; the sun was already setting.

"So what do we do now?"

Xia Chuan's gaze fell across the street, and a slight smile appeared on his lips:

"Since things have come to this, let's eat first."

I heard that mutton soup restaurant is good, and it also has a good view of the theater.

Everyone responded in unison and headed towards the store.

Backstage at the theater.

Chu Kui sat in a chair, picked up the brush and paint on the table, and began to paint his face in front of the mirror.

Chu Kui stopped drawing halfway through.

Half of Zhong Kui's face and half of one's own face looked rather eerie in the mirror.

It was as if two faces in the mirror were simultaneously looking at him, the person outside the mirror.

Chu Kui let out a long sigh, his voice echoing in the empty dressing room.

"Time is running out."

He put down his pen, stared at the half of Zhong Kui's face in the mirror, and his gaze became complicated.

"If we can't find that kid again..."

Chapter 50 We'll Be the Gatekeepers of the Nine Realms

Xia Chuan and his two companions entered the restaurant, ordered several servings of mutton soup, and sat down on the second floor.

While waiting, Gao Haoguang leaned against the window.

Looking at the pedestrians coming and going on the street, he asked in a puzzled tone:

"Are there really corpses here?"

This doesn't seem like it at all. Could it be that that guy has already left?

Xia Chuan sighed, then flicked Gao Haoguang's forehead with his finger, the force neither too light nor too heavy, producing a crisp "snap":