After the course ended, the gunsmith found Luo Ping'an alone. The two squatted by the dock, watching the sun gradually sink into Taiyin Mountain.
"Mr. Ping An, is there really a spiritual world here?"
Luo Ping'an replied: "Of course."
The gunsmith changed his mind and asked again: "I mean, is there such a place in Shambhala?"
From the content of the previous chapter, we can know that the spiritual world of Shambhala has an extremely powerful attraction——
——In the war years, battle groups also suffered casualties. As the nameless team grew, there would always be bloodshed and sacrifices.
The dead people will not leave the world immediately. They still have spiritual bodies, which can be preserved in a short period of time, or they can find a prop as a coffin, become a painting of Galahad, and become an existence like a tower spirit.
There are many psychic methods to travel between the Yin and Yang realms, and Jason Megan also knows some ways to evoke spirits.
The soul-telling ceremony is a unilateral transmission of information to the spirit body.
The spirit comfort ceremony is to soothe the pain of the spirit body and heal the damage suffered during life.
The spirit summoning ceremony is to call the spirit body that has died in a foreign country to its relatives, overcoming the barriers between the two places, and allowing the spirit body to see their family members for the last time.
The simplest spirit-raising ceremony is to use psychic props to summon the dead souls at the place where a comrade died.
The premise for holding these rituals is that the spirit of the deceased has not gone far, has not completely dissipated, and has not been judged as "dead" by Mother Earth. The original seed still believes that this little life is still alive and is willing to provide it with a little weak spiritual energy.
Pulse signal to maintain its spiritual body.
But in Shambhala, these rituals are not responded to. It seems that as soon as a person dies, there is nothing left.
People who die on this land are just like the Mad Butterfly cultists who enter the Merit Forest. No matter how others call, they cannot escape from this hell.
"Originally, it existed. About three hundred years ago, I could still talk to various wandering spirits in the natural environment. Later, the God of Ceres became stronger and stronger, and the sun became stronger and stronger, and slowly it disappeared.
." Luo Ping'an replied without thinking: "This God of Grains is the salary king in the sky."
"The door to the spiritual world in Shambhala will be slowly closed, and it will be difficult for ordinary people to awaken spiritual energy through channeling methods."
The gunsmith then asked: "So you can only eat meat?"
"Uh..." Luo Ping'an thought about it carefully, and finally nodded helplessly: "You can say that. In the past, my sect focused on refining the heart and nourishing the energy, swallowing gold, stone, grass and trees, and treating pyroxene as spiritual stone - crystal lattices of various colors.
Use the stones as psychic amplifiers, integrate them into the limbs and bones, and use this earthly method to cultivate psychics."
"As the gate to the spiritual world gradually closes, the spiritual energy between heaven and earth becomes thinner, and the teachers are no longer available, I will change my path and teach my disciples to go down the mountain and become real people."
"Gold, wood, water, and fire are also the four kinds of pyroxenes in the yellow, green, red, and blue spectrum. Black stone and white stone are the mother earth and the true energy. After I came to the Nine Realms, I didn't care much about the local spells and magic of Shambhala. Instead, I cared about the mortal world.
I am very interested in the Akashic Records, spiritual practices, Indian mythology, and Sumerian civilization.”
"Among the legends recorded by early human civilizations, there is "The Book of Rise of the World"——"
"Bhikkhus, if those sentient beings take in the taste of this earth and continue to eat it, their bodies will naturally become astringent and astringent, their skin will become thicker, their color will be dark and turbid, their appearance will change, they will no longer be bright, and they will not be able to soar into the sky or fly to the earth.
If you become fat, your magical powers will disappear."
"Humans come from the Light and Sound Heaven. In the Light and Sound Heaven, the heavens and humans have no sound, but the light emitted by the concentrated mind uses substitute language to convey each other's meanings, so it is called the Light and Sound Heaven."
"Everything in the world is composed of light, energy and information. There are no eyes, ears, nose, mouth, body or mind in the Light and Sound Heaven, only light to transmit information."
"This is very similar to our inspiration. The Book of Rebirth says that human beings have no body, but are a spiritual body."
"I came to this chaotic land, took the essence of the earth, tasted the fertile taste of the earth, and became greedy for this astringent evil. I gradually gained skin, became turbid in color, could not fly in the air, and lost my psychic powers."
"If the sentient beings in Shambhala are competing for the fertilizer, then this sun is absorbing the spiritual light of the fertilizer."
The gunsmith then asked: "Why? What's the use?"
Luo Ping'an immediately replied: "Perhaps it is to go home. We are originally sentient beings from the light and sound heaven. We came to this planet by accident - the original seeds are the masters of this land. We are the torsion field in the vast universe.
Or a soul that takes the form of these media such as ether.”
"Only one day, the planet was hit by a devastating impact. During a collision between the heaven and the earth, a planet hit it and injured it, and the moon was knocked out. Later, it had four seasons of the year, and there was an alternation of hot and cold. There are
Pangu Continent and thousands of living things."
"We, the conscious energy from the light and sound heaven, have found the fertile ground."
"I know that Wood Placker has been studying an ultimate problem, and we practitioners are also studying this ultimate problem."
"If you want to talk about the spiritual world, you can't avoid it - it is reincarnation, past and present lives, and it has both philosophy and science."
"There is a concept called Poincaré regression. Our universe does not keep expanding outwards, but sooner or later it will collapse according to the laws of thermodynamics and return to the singularity state again."
"So before everything turns into a black hole's event horizon, all our information will be recorded at the edge of the singularity, like a stack of window grilles, a weird cardboard toy - in the contracted state, it looks like something
It’s neither, but if we slowly stretch it out, everything will start again for us.”
"The Big Bang keeps happening, it keeps returning to the singularity, and it keeps reincarnating."
"Perhaps there will be a universe without humans, or perhaps there will be a universe full of cockroaches."
"Perhaps there is no life in this universe from beginning to end, or perhaps it is filled with sparks of civilization."
"The parallel universe does not exist parallel to us, but is far away, in the future or in the past. Before the last Poincaré return occurred. Buddhism calls this immeasurable kalpa, which is the time from the birth to the destruction of heaven and earth.
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It is meaningful in itself. You are not ranked first, you are all in this reincarnation."
"Constant expansion, contraction, hot and cold."
As Luo Ping'an said this, he opened his palms in the shape of a lotus platform. He pinched the Seal of the Awakened One and clenched his two fists, which represented the return of the world.
"The Xinwang of Shambhala should know this cycle better than I do. After all, my body and most of my consciousness rely on [fertilizer] to exist - but the Xinwang is already in another perspective. It wants to
The method and the original seed compete for the spirit body, snatch away the ghost, and return to the form of Guangyintian."
"The original seed served as fertilizer for the earth. It absorbed the spiritual light of the beings in the Light and Sound Heaven, so the planet became conscious, and there were countless intelligent elves - it came to life, unlike other planets or stars.
.Compared with any celestial body in the universe, its vitality is so outstanding and brilliant."
"Sentient beings in the Light and Sound Heaven have obtained various physical bodies, and are constantly reincarnated in the shackles of earth and fertilizer provided by the original seed. They have endured life after life in this flesh and blood mill, and they will never be able to be reincarnated."
"This constitutes everything around us today and constitutes the most basic three elements."
"You want to snatch a spirit body from the goddess Io through spiritual rituals. I'm afraid this process will be difficult. She is the master of this land and she has become a true god."
Jiang Xueming: "She is competing with the earth for the spirit body?"
"Yes, this is a very long process." Luo Ping'an explained: "She is like a ship. It will set off after it is full of people. After the carnivore became a salary king, he also returned to the light.
It is the primary form of all sentient beings in Yintian, but it cannot escape from the fertilization of the earth. It still needs fuel to maintain fusion, firewood to add fuel to the fire, and strong essence."
"If the goddess Io wants to end this eternity, if she wants to be reincarnated, she must return to a pure information state. When she gets enough spiritual bodies, this powerful spiritual energy can allow her to give up the earth's fertilizer. At this time, Tindaros
The hounds might come to visit and take her away."
"My dreamland..." Xueming couldn't help but think of the fragrant dream, and he knew the existence of Gongde Forest.
"You are different." Luo Ping'an once read the gunsmith's psychic research report in the secret library: "At most, you rented a servo from the original seed - no matter how powerful the BOSS's essence is, it comes from the soil.
of."
"Can I send a message to the goddess Io through a psychic ritual?" The gunsmith found Luo Pingan for this purpose——
——He is not interested in the nature of this world, he just wants to talk to the victims of this battle.
In addition to Jianying, two brothers died during the battle between the attack team and Taiye's army.
One of them suffered from a congenital heart attack that could not be cured by any panacea. He was unable to compete in the extremely intense field battle and was exhausted by his body.
The other one was more unlucky and was struck to death by lightning. The thunderstorm that night was a curtain of invisibility for the attackers. This quick-knife scout liked to climb trees to occupy high points, which turned out to be a fatal cause of death.
"What do you want to say? I'll pass it over for you." Luo Ping'an stretched out his right arm, rolled up his sleeves and prepared to cast a spell.
Jiang Xueming was surprised and said: "Mr. Ping An, do you have any idea?"
"The owner of this arm used to be a demon. She wanted to seize the Gushen Taoism. She wanted to do whatever it took. She wanted to absorb the sun, but she was beaten to pieces by the righteous monks. Her body was sealed.
, under the circumstances, you have to hide on me to maintain consciousness." Luo Ping'an explained: "I can make swords, pinch secrets and recite incantations. There are these spiritual world sayings, and I can release the big move of Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect——
It all depends on this arm."
"Although her plan to eat the sun failed, it did have some results."
"She still has a partial connection with the God of Ceres and can talk to the dead. When she was still alive, she was called the Devil and the God of Death - but after losing her body, the best thing she can use is this little skill of communicating with the dead."
"What to do?" Jiang Xueming asked.
Luo Ping'an cut open the skin of his right arm and took a pottery bowl to fill with blood. He used this native method of using blood as ink to perform a psychic ritual.
He did not recite the incantation, but looked at the dark red dirty blood exposed in the sandy skin of his arms. He took out the iron ruler made from Mingde's remains and mixed the blood and ink evenly.
This white and tender arm gradually lost its color, and Luo Ping'an added: "When you use this ink to write a letter, you must finish it in detail and don't leave any regrets. The next time you write it may have to wait until the spring of next year, otherwise my body will be damaged."
I can’t hold it any longer.”
While the blood was still bright, Xueming immediately took out a pen to draw ink and quickly wrote a letter home.
He wrote a full two pages about Kuai Dao's two brothers who died in vain in the battle. Before praying to Mr. Ping An, as a leader, he had already discussed the funeral arrangements with the brothers' relatives. If the relatives wanted to take care of them, they had to
Everything he talked about was listed one by one in the letter.
Finally it was Jianying’s turn——
——Xue Ming didn’t know how to write or how to open this mouth at first.
What should I say to him? What should I say to this disobedient, timid and lustful citizen of Daxia?
"Your brother is here with me. He is free now. He has no grudges in his heart."
"When I first came to Zhuzhou, I saw your brothers being bullied, and I felt that the world was too bad - I couldn't sit idly by. Later, I became your benefactor. You shouted at me before you died, saying,
What a write-off."
"Jianying, you don't owe me anything, you just owe me and Guan Xiangxiang an emotional debt."
"Speaking of this stupid thing, how wonderful would it be if you hadn't sneaked away and went into the city with me?"
"But you can't turn back time. I don't have that kind of power, and I never have."
"Without you, I wouldn't have been able to catch Kun Wu in the first round of the attack. If I couldn't catch the bandit leader, more people would die later, and I might die too."
"I remember that you and your brother brought wine. It was ale brewed in the cellar of Zhaojiazhuang. Your brother drank a bottle, but you couldn't bear to part with your own bottle, and that bastard Wu Xiuwen snatched it away."
"I wonder if Mr. Ping An can help bring some tribute to you, my comrade."
"If your soul is with Ceres, will the goddess of fertility entertain you? Will she treat you well? Will she give you wine to drink?"
"Kunwu told me that there was a profound sense of loneliness hidden deep in my soul. At first I didn't understand, I couldn't understand what this thief was talking about - I have a wife and children, why am I lonely?"
"It wasn't until the battle was over and I walked the road from Sendai to Taino that I had a little private space to relax and take a breath, that I started to miss you."
"There are many, many friends and companions like you that I will never see again. My grades in psychic studies have always been very poor, but when it comes to rituals to comfort the dead, I remember them clearly."
"Kunwu told me that you are just a meat dog, an obedient and loyal dog."
"I was so angry that I lost my mind and couldn't control my emotions."
"The Wu family once asked me why I like dogs. I said that dogs are my gods. Dogs can distinguish between good and evil and understand things, but humans cannot - the difference between humans is greater than humans and dogs."
"When I first came to Taiye, I also met a young man who was in a trance. He was older than you all. His name was Liu Zi. You don't know him. Your brother has also seen him. Wu Xiuwen also made fun of me. When I met a bandit
You want me to pay for my life obediently."
"The six sons lost their parents and were raised by bandits. I killed the bandits, but he persisted and continued to avenge the bandits."
"I also want to give him a destiny. I also want him to open his eyes, unlock the locks in his heart, see clearly the chaotic world, and identify the true form of demons - but I don't have this ability."
"After the victory, during the process of wiping out the remaining members of the cult, I saw Liu Zi again. Do you know what this guy is doing?"
"He took off his clothes as a soldier, hid in the inner hall of Yin Yang Qiankun Temple, changed into an embroidered skirt, put rouge and gouache on his face, and disguised himself as a woman to take advantage of the situation. If he wants to survive, he must rely on his martial arts to enjoy Kunwu
The glory and wealth of the true king. At this time, I miss you more and more - I am so lucky to meet you two brothers and Wu Xiuwen in Daxia..."
"you can..."
As I write this, the ink in the bowl has dried.
Luo Ping'an didn't read the content of the letter. When Xueming finished writing, he couldn't write a word anymore.
He took out two fire stones, struck them in his hands, sealed the wound on his arm with flames, and then burned the letter.
Jiang Xueming: "That's it?"
Luo Ping'an: "Yeah."
"Can he hear? Can they receive these letters?" Jiang Xueming asked curiously.
When the wind blows on the Wujiang River, a golden sunset stretches from the mountains to the horizon——
——The grass blades on the mountain followed the strong wind all the way to the northwest, rolling up the catkins by the river.
The ups and downs of rain clouds in the sky gradually cleared up, and the clouds turned into the shape of horses. Xueming clearly remembered in her heart - when Zhao Jianying died, the blood splattered out was also in the shape of a horse.
Luo Ping'an blew away the dust crystal powder formed by the spirit stone, took out a pot of monkey brew from the baggage, poured it into the soil at the dock, and then went to the river to splash it again.
Finally, I dipped my fingers into the wine, patted it out to release the mist and smoke, and sprinkled it into the sky.