Chapter 1093 Think carefully and fear [Double Monthly Pass]
Chapter 1093 It’s terrifying to think about it [ask for double monthly votes]
Author: lazy fall
Chapter 1093 It’s terrifying to think about it [ask for double monthly votes]
The yard was still the same as when he first came here. It had not been taken care of for a long time and was slightly messy. Bai Qingqian had not been back here for many years, and even the mortals entrusted to take care of it had left several times. This yard was originally owned by Gusou. Even if it was given back to Gusou as a gift, now that he comes back, it will be regarded as a loan, right?
very messy.
Hou Zi returned to a place he was familiar with, but it no longer had the abnormality of the Five Elements, and it became a true hermitage.
He would practice self-cultivation step by step every day, and then take a leisurely walk around Suimo City, and occasionally pass by that strange stone monument;
He found that King Luo Ye and his mother-in-law had not left, and Zhao Xintong had not left either. This made him sigh, which monk didn't have some curiosity in his heart? Would he, for example, leave so unclearly?
He didn't create a chance to meet them. With his current ability, if he didn't want them to bump into him, he would definitely not be bumped into by them; just like Gusou didn't want him to bump into him, he would definitely not bump into him.
After a month of such a leisurely life, everything was calm, and there was no news from Taoist Taoist Qiushi of Tianxin Pavilion. However, he suddenly developed a new hobby, drinking tea in a teahouse.
Apart from flower shops, the most popular places in Sui Sui City are teahouses. This is also the lifestyle of Sui Sui people, leisurely and unconcerned, as if big things have nothing to do with them.
Of course he is not obsessed with drinking tea. What really attracts him is the storyteller that exists in every teahouse. This is not a specialty of Suimo City, but a standard feature of teahouses across the continent.
No storybooks, no teahouses.
The content of the storyteller is all-encompassing, including the past history, biographies, talents and beauties, grievances, grievances, strange ambitions, ghosts and gods, and of course, the indispensable stories of cultivation in the mainland, the struggle for orthodoxy, and the ebb and flow of one and the other.
The most popular thing recently is the war between monsters, including the ten-thousand-mile attack on Yingtai, the all-or-nothing attack on Lanshan, the attack and defense of Zhenbeicheng, etc. The real and fake, the virtual and the real are mixed together, plus ordinary mortals' ridiculous understanding of cultivation. He invented a series of heroic stories that shocked the world and made ghosts and gods weep. He was actually a protagonist in them and was sung by people.
Of course, he is no longer who he is in the story. He has become a ten-foot-tall, green-faced, fanged, and extremely powerful weirdo. He shook his head when he heard this. He could not step forward to explain, otherwise he would be drowned in countless spits. die.
The fictional version of him is more convincing than the real person.
There are many stories, not to mention other aspects, the stories about cultivation are even more ridiculous and make people laugh. Real practitioners will not take it seriously, they just think it is the sound of worms.
What attracted Hou Tzu was a very unconventional immortal biography story called Fengshen Yanyi.
It tells a story that has no era, no time, and no place. It sounds like fiction at first glance, and it is deeply involved in the so-called Immortal Court; but judging from the fact that they almost copied the official content of the mortal dynasty, who made up the story is just that. it goes without saying.
Needless to say, it was just a down-and-out scholar who was full of food. In order to make a living, he messed up his limited understanding of officialdom, speculative knowledge of cultivation, specious historical fragments, inexplicable racial disputes and other messy things. The result was a half-cooked hodgepodge.
It is filled with all kinds of childish understandings, full of loopholes, confusing concepts, indistinguishability between gods and immortals, unclear heaven and earth, and the setting of so-called saints, but I don’t know what they are?
In this world, Taiyi True Immortal and Da Luo Jin Immortal are crawling all over the ground like dogs, and strange figures in heaven such as Feng Boyu Yu Master and Thunder Goddess are everywhere. For a practitioner who pays attention to the truth
, if the wind blows, it is Feng Bo who opens his wind bag, and the thunder is Thunder God beating the drum...
This kind of imagination really makes people speechless. It is basically similar to a child's initial understanding of the world, without any logic and talking nonsense.
However, he must admit that this is a good story. At least ordinary people like to hear it. Even he, who is already a very accomplished practitioner, also likes to hear it.
Because there is a very attractive conceptual thing in it: measuring tribulation and becoming a god!
Maybe mortals don't have an accurate understanding of this, they just listen to the excitement and pure entertainment; but it is a bit scary in Hou Zi's ears, although he has not yet understood the upper level of the cultivation world, only the golden elixir realm.
On the journey of spiritual practice, there will be countless passes in the future, including Nascent Soul, Yin Shen, Yuan Shen, Yang Shen, Semi-immortal, and Immortal. The levels are so different.
But vaguely, he felt that such a concept seemed to be a subversion of the higher-ups in the world of cultivation?
Why is this happening? In a small teahouse, an insignificant mortal storyteller holds a book of ghosts and gods written by someone unknown and begins to rant. There are such profound metaphors in it, which is simply unbelievable.
If he thinks of the infant sealing list in the sea of flowers in Tianxin Pavilion, and then thinks that the infant sealing list may be just a cover-up, the real thing is in the line of small words that Zhao Xintong guided him to read: The emperor's death is getting higher and higher!
If he were the author of this commentary, he would dare to say: The conferring of gods has begun!
But he is still completely unable to understand: What is a calamity? How to measure it? What is a god? How to seal it?
Is the Heavenly Soldier a position among the gods in the future? The lowest-level pawn in Heaven? Who is he? Who is Jiejiegao?
His mind was a little fried because he felt that he had vaguely touched something, but he didn't dare to think about it, didn't dare to ask, and had no one to ask!
If all this is true, what on earth is the Heart Pavilion that day? It’s too scary.
But it may not be true. If we just look at the probability, this is a possibility with a probability infinitely close to zero.
You can't scare yourself or scare yourself out of courage. Even if there is even the slightest possibility, it seems that it shouldn't be him who is worried? It should be those high-ranking semi-immortal and true immortal gentlemen who are doing his thing.
He felt that he was a bit weak, and he probably thought too much in recent times. Do you need to think about so much? Take care of what is in front of you. He is now a golden elixir, and his eyes only need to look at Nascent Soul. No matter how far he looks, there will be more.
What's the use? What problem can be solved even if you see an immortal?
Constantly hinting to yourself, comforting yourself, and trying to stop yourself from thinking about those distant worries. This is also a kind of adjustment of the state of mind. It is a basic skill in spiritual practice and a skill that every monk must master.
In the world of cultivation, this is the only way to deal with inner demons. Otherwise, if you think about other things, you will scare yourself into a gangster sooner or later.
However, he retained the habit of listening to books. If he didn't listen to a paragraph every day, he would feel uncomfortable all over. As soon as a chapter came back, he, one of the continent's top elixir masters, mingled with the tea guests, giving him a pot of tea and a plate of melon seeds.
Immerse yourself in the rhythm of the story with the mortals around you.
If you don't use your brain, this story is not bad, right?
