Tang Jingyue doesn’t know what is missing between heaven and earth. I know it clearly in my heart.
But I didn't dare to say it, or even mention the words "qi of creation".
I followed Tang Jingyue's topic and quietly extended: "If a semi-immortal realm cannot live as long as heaven, what happens after they die? Do they return to the underworld like ordinary people and wait for the opportunity to be reincarnated?"
"Yes, otherwise?" Tang Jingyue asked me, "Do you think they can resurrect themselves?"
I said solemnly: "Don't they have souls? If the souls are entrusted to others and occupy other people's bodies, doesn't it mean they are resurrected?"
"Oh, you must have read too many novels." Tang Jingyue laughed and scolded: "The soul is the second life of practitioners like us. This is true."
"But the Yuan Shen has no ability to occupy other people's bodies at will. In the worst case, God will not allow it."
"Just imagine, there are so many masters in China. Anyone who has reached the tenth level of martial arts can use the soul to derive the soul."
"If the soul can seize the body of a mortal without restraint, wouldn't this world be in chaos?"
Tang Jingyue's words not only failed to clear up my doubts, but made me even more confused.
The soul cannot occupy the mortal body, so how did Jiuyang do it?
I secretly pondered for a long time, and then asked: "You just said that the soul is the second life of a practitioner. How do you explain this?"
Tang Jingyue chewed the unfinished potato chips in the morning and said patiently: "When the physical body dies, the soul disappears. Without the body, the soul can still survive in the world until the real death."
"Even if it can't do anything, doesn't eat or drink, has no martial arts skills, and only has memories of the past. But it is better to die than to live. After all, it is still a "human life"."
"What's more, the Yuan Shen does have a chance of being reborn, but the chance of survival is so small that it almost no longer exists."
"Well, I think it's totally fake."
My calm heart suddenly stirred up a storm because of Tang Jingyue's last words, and I said in horror: "Didn't you say that the soul has no ability to be reborn? Why is there a glimmer of hope now?"
"What I'm talking about and what you're asking about are two very different concepts." Tang Jingyue handed the potato chips to Ji Qinghe, wiping her hands and saying: "If the soul wants to be reborn, it must find a suitable body. This kind of body we
Call it the treasure body of chaos."
"As the name suggests, those who possess the Chaos Treasure Body contain a touch of pure Chaos Qi."
"When the heaven and earth first opened, there was chaos. The pure energy of chaos is the first ray of energy produced between heaven and earth, and it is extremely pure."
"This kind of body does not stir up dust and is not infected by the fireworks of the world, so that it can be seamlessly integrated with the soul."
"But the Chaos Treasure Body only exists in legends and stories. No one in China has actually seen this kind of body for thousands of years, and no one has ever succeeded in seizing its body."
Tang Jingyue's mouth felt dry as she spoke, so she picked up the tea and moistened her throat slightly: "Weren't you still curious about turtle spirits last night? Why are you interested in becoming an immortal again?"
Ji Qinghe mocked me and said: "He dares to even think about the Lord Erlang descending to earth. There is nothing else he can't think about."
Tang Jingyue suppressed her smile and said: "It's too late for you to learn martial arts now, and the possibility of becoming an immortal is extremely small. If you have this intention, why not spend more time on fortune telling and become a Huang Lingshi as soon as possible, so as not to embarrass your master."
I responded with a low eyebrow and listened to Tang Jingyue's teachings.
Ji Qinghe finished eating the potato chips and went to the bathroom to wash his hands. I looked at the time and it was already four-thirty in the afternoon.
When I was about to go to the kitchen to cook, my cell phone rang. It was a call from home.
My dad rarely takes the initiative to call me. If he does, it's usually after seven or eight o'clock in the evening.
