Zhikarizhen knelt down on the straw mat in the cell and smelled the medicinal fragrance of rice and tobacco. The sunlight filtered in from the narrow iron fence above and hit the gray stone wall, forming a series of quiet shadows. p>
The roaring sea of blood just now seemed to have never appeared before, and the surroundings were so quiet that he couldn't help but feel that his life was like a dream, and that he had nowhere to pursue.
The rage, excitement, impulsiveness brought about by the demon body...all the intense emotions disappeared, and he returned to his original self: calm, perseverant, good at disguise, and deeply hiding everything that a young man should have.
But which one is the real him? After breaking away from a violent and impetuous body and re-entering his own body, the strong contrast makes Zhikari feel a little confused. Perhaps the self who uses the demon body to indulge his emotions is the one.
In his heart, and in the human world, he is just wearing a pair of armor called "survival"?
The soul is the spiritual core of a person. A person's temperament should be controlled by the soul. Why is it affected by the physical body? Zikari secretly guessed that there is also a trace of strange spiritual power hidden in the physical body, similar to the soul?
Or the soul should be divided into soul and soul: the soul, dominates the spirit, and is the core of the sea of consciousness. The soul, dominates the body, is the core of the body. The two are interdependent, and when combined, they become the soul and achieve a perfect life. If
Without the soul, a person will sleep like a plant forever; without the soul, a person will become a wandering ghost. The soul without the soul, or the soul without the soul, will eventually die away.
He couldn't help but think of a famous saying by Zhuang Meng, the founder of Xinggu: "I don't know if Zhuang's dream is a butterfly, or a butterfly's dream is Zhuang You?" Zhikari Zhen couldn't tell whether he wanted to be a demon himself, or what he is now?<
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Thinking of this, he was suddenly shocked!
He suddenly realized how precious the white jade dice was! It took him across all walks of life to find his true self, which is the core of the Taoist path - "the true self."
What kind of me is my true self?
Everyone’s temperament is a fusion of acquired and innate nature, and is not a mixture of nature and innocence.
A person from a poor family is inevitably frugal and careful in doing things, but this may not be due to his nature. Maybe he is born to like to be bold and squandering, but he is forced by the environment and distorts his original intention.
The white jade dice gives him different flesh bodies and different situations, guiding him to experience the slightest change in the ever-changing selves from each different self-the true self.
This is the true meaning of Hedao! In comparison, the herbs, secrets, magic weapons and other resources of Dimengdao are nothing but local chickens and dogs, not worth mentioning. Zikari Zhen also realized from this that he can only truly integrate himself
Only with the identity of Dimeng Dao can the Taoist heart make progress, instead of just being an external predator.
For example, in the Tianhe Realm, he should be a brave and passionate carp boy, embark on a journey, and test the world with his sword. In the Demon Prison Realm, he should be the secret agent Zhen Rahu, violent and cunning, daring to hate and love...
"I'm exhausted, let's get some beauty sleep first!" Mengmengda jumped out of the sea of consciousness, rolled comfortably on the straw mat, fell down and fell asleep, and soon made a thin snoring sound.
Zhikarizhen smiled slightly, no matter who he was, the monkey spirit would always be by his side. His mind gradually calmed down, and the body of the three-killer sword that was fused together rose and fell, breathing smoothly, and the full three-killer sword
Qi is like the ebb and flow of the tide, relaxing naturally.
Having not used a sword for a long time, Zhikari Zhen felt the sharp and invincible sword energy in his body at first, and felt an indescribable sense of relief, as if a drowning person suddenly rushed out of the water and breathed freely.
"呲——呲——"
Suddenly, in the corner of the cell, the light trembled sharply, and the air made a sharp and cutting sound, spewing outward like spray foam.
Zhikarizhen felt a trance in his mind, as if something invisible was approaching him and locking him, like a ship anchored.
After a long time, a small bloody hand slowly emerged, followed by a broken arm, a shoulder with exposed bones... Fuji's figure appeared in front of Zhikarizhen little by little. His face was extremely pale and covered with bruises.
Some parts of the body become hazy like smoke, as if they will disappear at any time.
Even so, he still stood proudly with his head raised, maintaining a proud and imperial posture.
Fuji looked at Shikarima, slightly startled, and then showed a satisfied smile: "You are indeed beautiful and worthy of me."
Zikari was secretly surprised. He had always been wary of Fuji, so he had no idea about this sword-shaped Horcrux. Before leaving the Demon Hell Realm, he never revealed anything to Fuji.
Who would have expected that Fuji would actually be able to lock himself and forcibly cross the dream path and break into the human realm? This tyrannical and terrifying strength is simply unbelievable.
The core practice of Intangible and True Swordsmanship must involve soul locking and space movement! Zikari's heart moved, and he glimpsed some of the secrets of Invisible and True Swordsmanship.
"Three-Killing Machine Sword Qi!" Fuji stared at Shikari Makoto for a while, then cried out.
Zhikarizhen's heart moved: "Do you also know this sword canon?"
Fuji frowned, as if he was remembering, and a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes: "I can't remember clearly. But this sword manual should not be in your hands, it is not a swordsmanship that can be born in this world." p>
Zhikarizhen asked: "This sword code comes from outside the world?"
"Of course!" Fuji said without hesitation, "This sword canon is a collection of countless swordsmanship in the universe, far beyond this world."
Zhikarizhen then asked: "Jiandian comes from a race called the Outer Demons? What kind of creatures are the Outer Demons? Why did they enter this world? Are there any remnants of the Outer Demons today?"
"Extraterritorial demon!" Fuji murmured to himself, "It's such a familiar name, I seem to come from there... In any case, you and I are indeed destined to conclude the ancient agreement between Horcruxes and living beings."
Zhikarizhen's eyes flashed. He didn't trust the other party and just shied away: "This...Do you want to study it again, discuss it, and test it again? After all, this is a life-long matter, and it should not be decided easily. We are here
There is a saying: 'Women are afraid of marrying the wrong man, men are afraid of getting into the wrong profession, and Horcruxes are afraid of perverts'. In fact, I have some bad habits..."
Fuji shook his head: "I am very satisfied with your beauty, there is no need to think about it more."
"Don't you know about other aspects of me? For example, character? Mind? Will? Maybe I have shortcomings that Mr. Fuji cannot tolerate?" Zhikari took his time and tried to delay time. Fuji's body was as blurry as smoke.
There are more parts, and if you delay it for a long time, maybe it will disappear.
"Others?" Fuer blinked in confusion, "If a person has beauty, what else would he need? I'm not that greedy."
Zhikari was speechless. If he didn't have a sword in his hand, and Fuji was currently seriously injured, he might even draw his sword and kill the Horcrux with one strike, so as not to leave any uncertain hidden dangers. The dead Horcrux was only
Although the remaining body is not as magical as it was in life, it is still a superior weapon.
"What are you waiting for?" Fuji frowned slightly, "Could it be that you just want to give up?"
His expression darkened, and a sharp and killing invisible sword energy rose up.