Chapter 109 The source of consciousness in the sea of ??spirit
Would it be nice if I could see clearly into the distance?
Suddenly the whiteness of the entire world disappeared, and the surrounding area became infinitely transparent.
What's going on? Why does whatever I think about appear here?
Shen Aobing?
Wang Tao was thinking, and suddenly a cold and refined beauty appeared in front of him. If she didn't look like Shen Aobing, who could she be?
Why is this happening? Wang Tao looked at Shen Aobing blankly, and suddenly a bold idea came to his mind.
Is this my dream or my mind?
He read in a book that the ancients called the mind the source of spirit and the sea of consciousness.
Know the sea?
Wang Tao thought that it was really possible. He was thinking of being in a Taoist temple in the mountains, and sure enough, he was standing in front of a Taoist temple in the mountains.
Why did I reach my own sea of consciousness? Is it related to my practice of ancient martial arts?
When Wang Tao thought about it, he really felt that it was very possible.
But what's the use?
Wang Tao thought in confusion, sitting on the stone pier in front of the Taoist temple like he did when he was a child, staring blankly at the sky.
As he recalls the past, the surrounding scenery is constantly changing.
It’s just that the people or things in this sea of consciousness are dead and have no spirituality in the real world at all.
Thinking of this, he recalled the scene where Tao Xin lost control and forcibly kissed Shen Aobing. At this time, the sky suddenly became dark.
What's going on? Wang Tao was shocked.
He raised his head in surprise and looked at the darkening sky. The scene around him suddenly collapsed, and a dark thing like ink smoke appeared in the transparent world.
"Who are you?"
Wang Tao looked at Mo Yan and asked in shock.
"I am your wallbreaker."
"Wall Breaker?"
Wang Tao was stunned.
"You can also call us extraterrestrial demons. We are invisible and insubstantial, but we influence the host's state of mind all the time."
"Am I your host?"
"Yes. But it won't be the case soon. You are very special. You were able to discover me with only the level of spiritual consciousness in the Qi refining stage."
The tone of the inner demon outside the territory is plain, neither sad nor happy.
"What's the meaning?"
Wang Tao asked doubtfully.
"I just said that we are invisible and lurking in the host's spiritual will. The longer we lurk, the harder it is to find us. If we lurk from the Qi training stage to the true immortal stage, we will be completely integrated with the host."
"What is your purpose? Who sent you here?"
"Our purpose is to make the host one of us. As for who sent us, we don't know. We only know that we will infect the host as soon as we are born, and subtly pollute the host to become one of us."
"How do I get rid of you?"
Wang Tao was shocked when he heard this. His medical skills were amazing, and he suddenly thought of a pathogen.
Isn't this extraterrestrial inner demon a spiritual virus? It is usually dead, but will come alive once it enters a suitable environment.
"There is no need to clear it out. Once we are discovered by the host, we will be rejected by the spiritual sea."
After the demon's words fell, the whole world suddenly shook, and then a black hole appeared next to the demon, swallowing it up in one bite.
For a moment, Wang Tao's heart trembled, as if he suddenly became more enlightened.
Could it be that my loss of control that day was because of this inner demon?
When Wang Tao thought about it, he really felt that it was very possible.
He carefully recalled the scene of that day, until he was seriously injured and fell into coma, nothing strange happened again.
Wang Tao glanced at the dull Shen Aobing, and suddenly an evil thought appeared in his mind.
Following his thoughts, the sea of consciousness suddenly turned pink, and he suddenly appeared in the warm tent, with a fair and enchanting body appearing under him.
He suddenly remembered the bet he made with his master, that he would remain a virgin for three years.
Following his thoughts, everything turned upside down.
The long river was rolling, and the flying bridge was cut across. Wu Daozi, dressed in a Taoist robe, stood slanted on the bridge pier, like a feather.
"You finally came? Sure enough, I saw the wrong person?"
Wu Daozi suddenly spoke, and the shocked Wang Tao was dumbfounded, almost breaking his spiritual sea.
He must know that the people or objects in his previous memory scenes were not lifeless and like puppets.
And when he recalled that under the bridge, Master suddenly spoke like a real person, how could he not be shocked?
"Master, is it you? Can you talk to me? Where are you? Do you know that I have started practicing ancient martial arts?"
Wang Tao was excited.
"It's me. This is the mental fragment I left on you. If you sense it, you will be rejected by the world. I don't have much time, so listen carefully."
"The world is about to change drastically in the next ten years, and the country's destiny is also dissipating little by little. I hope you can win over people's hearts, reunite your popularity, and build a powerful force within ten years to prepare for the big changes in the future."
"A major change in the world?"
Wang Tao asked in surprise.
"Oh, you will know when the time comes. Remember my words..."
Before he finished speaking, Wu Daozi's surroundings suddenly became sticky, and in an instant he was squeezed out of the world.
"Master..."
Wang Tao shouted but no one answered.
You have a three-year bet with me, and at the same time you allow me to build up your power? Master, isn't this contradictory?
Wang Tao was stunned, and suddenly felt that it was not a contradiction.
Wang Tao has a three-year bet with his master, but Wang Er doesn’t?
Can I use my status as Wang Er to bully men and dominate women?
Wang Tao was startled by his own thoughts, and shook his head with a wry smile.
It's okay to use Wang Er's reputation to build power, but it's too covert to use it to do bad things.
Wang Tao thought of his master's realm again. He was able to leave a spiritual imprint in my sea of consciousness? What kind of heaven-defying strength is this?
Wang Tao thought in shock, and then remembered what happened today. This was really surprising.
The extraterrestrial inner demons like viruses and the spiritual imprint left by the master all show that the world is far more complex than he knows.
After thinking for a while, he suddenly felt sleepy and closed his eyes slightly to take a nap.
He didn't know how long he had been sleeping, but suddenly he felt someone moving him. He opened his eyes suddenly and saw Shen Aobing with a complicated expression on his face, holding soup and feeding him one spoonful after another.
When Shen Aobing saw Wang Tao open his eyes, he turned away and snorted coldly.
"Brother Tao, how can I, the eldest daughter of the Yuan family, know how to prepare medicines? I can't understand any of the prescriptions you left, so I had to ask Sister Aobing..."
Yuan Ziling stood aside, lowered his head and said sheepishly.
"Huh, I do it all for Zi Ling's sake, and it has nothing to do with you, a ruthless and unjust person."
Although Shen Aobing said this, the movements of her hands did not stop. Her expression was serious, but her movements of feeding the medicine were extremely gentle.
After her anger subsided, she suddenly felt a little guilty towards Wang Tao.
"Thank you."
Wang Tao said seriously.
"Come on, Dalang, take the medicine. I'll give you this bowl of poison, and then I'll go outside to find Ximen Qing."
Shen Aobing glared at Wang Tao mischievously, and the gloom in his eyes eased slightly.
Wang Tao smiled slightly and said no more.
"Brother Tao, how do you feel?"
Yuan Ziling asked with concern.
"Much better. It's just a cold. I promise you'll be back to normal within three days."
Wang Tao was seriously injured and it would take at least a month to recover. In order to appease his two daughters, he had to lie.
"Well, when you get better, why don't you go find a job at Shen Yuan Real Estate? My second uncle said today that he wants you to be an independent director."
Yuan Ziling said, sitting on the bed and holding Wang Tao's hand in a flattering way.