Qiyun Peak, mountainside.

Beside the waterfall and flowing spring, on top of the green bamboo tower.

A monk who had just entered the alchemy circle sat on his knees facing the steering wheel of the sea of ​​clouds and woke up leisurely.

At this moment, the rising sun has completely risen from the clouds and started a new journey.

When he first woke up, the monk's eyes were still a little confused, as if he was confused when he just woke up, or he was just starting to adapt.

But soon, his eyes became bright and clear.

Sitting cross-legged, he stood up tall and gracefully, leaving the bamboo tower and drifting toward the top of Qiyun Peak, neither too fast nor too slow.

After a while, he arrived at the top of Qiyun Peak and entered the stone pavilion on the cliff.

Entering the stone pavilion, he placed a bamboo basket on the stone table.

In the bamboo basket, there are several spiritual fruits of different colors and sizes, as well as dozens of freshly picked spiritual buds.

This was something he found randomly on his way back after leaving the Bamboo House just now.

The monk put the bamboo basket down, filled the empty pot next to it with rootless spiritual water, and placed it on the stove to burn slowly.

He placed the dozens of newly picked spiritual buds in the basket in the palm of his right hand, with his left hand covering his right hand, and closed the dozens of spiritual buds between his palms.

Soon, a faint smoke flowed out from between his palms and fingers.

As the faint smoke spreads, a fragrant aroma slowly spreads in the pavilion.

Underneath this aroma, there is also some astringency that is unique to vegetation.

Gradually, the smoke gradually disappears, and the astringency gradually disappears, leaving only a faint fragrance.

The monk separated his joined hands. Dozens of them were even greener in color. The spirit buds, which had shrunk a lot compared to the original ones, lay quietly in his palms.

At this moment, there was a soft gurgling sound nearby, and a pot of water was boiling at the same moment.

…

After a long time, the monk left the stone pavilion.

Coming to the other side of the peak, there are several houses scattered among them.

The monk naturally entered one of the small courtyards and entered the study.

He first took two jade slips and three classics from the shelf, and then sat down quietly, flipping through the jade slips of the classics, showing his concentration and devotion.

This monk has a leisurely and detached temperament that comes from his heart.

It seems that he is truly a cultivator who has no disputes with others and is natural and peaceful.

However, the only thing that was a bit inconsistent was that he completely "turned a blind eye" to the quiet room next to the small courtyard.

In the quiet room, two pairs of eyes stared at him and studied him countless times. Ever since he woke up on the bamboo tower, his every move had been under their gaze, and he was also completely unaware of all this.

In the quiet room, Meng Zhou stretched out his hand and a ball of soul clones was taken into his palm.

At this moment, as the soul clone separated from the body, the body of the monk who was sitting in the study next to him, studying seriously, suddenly froze.

In just a moment, it went from a living life to an empty shell.

The monk also stood up from his seat, crossed the void, and soon entered the quiet room, standing quietly next to Meng Zhou.

Meng Zhou said to Bai Zhi: "How is it? Can you see the difference between you and a true monk?"

Bai Zhi, who still had a look of shock on her face, shook her head when she heard this, "I didn't see it... I couldn't see it anyway."

As she said that, she looked at Meng Zhou's palm with an unbelievable look on her face and asked:

"Any character, any memory, can be given through it?"

"Yes." Meng Zhou nodded, but added:

"However, everything given to it should be internally consistent and avoid obvious self-contradictions. In this way, when it starts to think independently, it will easily discover the irrationality of its own existence."

Bai Zhi nodded slightly thoughtfully.

After a long time, she asked another question:

"Can it really think?"

"Huh?" Meng Zhou looked at her half-understanding.

Bai Zhi said: "You said that if the information given to it is inherently inconsistent and contradictory, it will easily doubt itself after it starts to act independently, right?"

"Yeah." Meng Zhou nodded.

"So it can think? Then can it learn and improve on its own? I think he was just reading books and learning in the end.

In this way, it can continue to grow through its own learning!”

Meng Zhou suddenly realized and said with a smile:

"My statement is inaccurate. It is inaccurate to say 'independent thinking'. It should be 'independent operation'.

The 'self-doubt' caused by the contradictory information given is more like a precision machine that has errors in some places and causes it to run poorly and completely fail."

"Learn to improve yourself? I would like to, but it is impossible to do now.

Whether it is meditating, reading and studying, or making and drinking tea, it is all superficial.

We may look the same from the outside, but we are empty on the inside."

"Oh, that's it." Bai Zhi nodded, looking slightly disappointed.

Meng Zhou was not disappointed at all.

Learn and improve by yourself? Practice and make progress by yourself?

Only the half-understood Bai Zhi would have such a fantasy, and only Meng Zhou, who has truly been involved in life and experienced the power of life creation, knows how terrifying this power is.

This is simply not something he can get involved with now.

Not to mention that he is just a small Jie Dan, even if he is a Yuanying monk, it is equally difficult to achieve this.

Therefore, Meng Zhou naturally would not be disappointed because he could only do "superficial work".

…

The actual test verified the effect of the three-in-one "Tai Sui Body" + "Pure White Soul" + "Shen Soul Clone" and confirmed that the plan is real and feasible.

Bai Zhi once again entered Meng Zhou's sea of ​​consciousness and fell asleep, while Meng Zhou continued to practice the skill of "flesh and blood rebirth".

At the same time, we also take the opportunity to harvest more suitable "pure white souls".

As more and more members of the Lihen Cult with different cultivation levels became his leveling materials, Meng Zhou gradually figured out the rules contained in them.

The strength of a monk's "consciousness" or "thoughts" has nothing to do with whether his subjective mind is strong or weak.

At least, it doesn't matter in determining the number of times it can be resurrected.

It is only related to the level of cultivation.

A monk with the first level of pill formation can be resurrected ten times with Meng Zhou's "flesh and blood rebirth" skill.

Form the second level of elixir twenty times, form the third level thirty times... and so on.

And every time they come back to life, Meng Zhou can gain 500 points of skill experience for flesh and blood rebirth.

What cannot be ignored is that Meng Zhou also consumes mental energy when performing his skills.

While maintaining his condition without a significant decline, he can use the "flesh and blood rebirth" skill up to thirty times a day, which means he can gain 50,000 experience points per day.

After five days of continuous fighting, at the expense of seven Lihen disciples whose cultivation levels were in the early stages of pill formation, Meng Zhou completed the entry-level accumulation of the skill "Rebirth of Flesh and Flesh" and advanced to the realm of initial achievement.

"The first rebirth of flesh and blood is 0/150,000"

With this promotion, a steady stream of new inspirations and new insights appeared in Meng Zhou's mind.

…

"Time is up."

Meng Zhou stopped practicing "flesh and blood rebirth".

It's not that he doesn't want to continue.

According to his true intention, he certainly wants to wait until all the "materials" in his hand are used up, and then push the "flesh rebirth" skill to the limit that it can reach now.

It's really not allowed.

The time promised to reunite with the ancestors of the five sects is approaching.

No matter how hard he raced against time, the skill of "flesh and blood rebirth" could not go any further.

Meng Zhou first checked the status of the remaining thirty "ice sculptures" in the spirit gourd space. Some of them had low cultivation levels or were incompatible with the extreme cold attributes. Their life breath was shaky and could be extinguished at any time. They were already on the verge of death.

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In order to "preserve freshness", Meng Zhou used the most appropriate pharmacist methods on each ice sculpture to ensure that their condition could be stable for a longer period of time.

After doing this, Meng Zhou left the quiet room.

He used the two abilities of Time Flowing Water Sword and Time Editing to carefully sort out the traces around Qi Yunfeng again.
To be continued...