"Let's get to know each other formally. My name is Pang Xiaozhang. I am 25 years old and 3 years older than you."
Wang Zhaochu and Xu Yunshuang left, leaving only Pang Xiaozhang and Zhao Chu in the empty hall.
And Pang Xiaozhang was not polite at all. He lay lazily on Wang Zhaochu's seat, a little careless, like a parent who went out and finally released his naughty child.
"My name is Zhao Chu."
Zhao Chu was still examining Pang Xiaozhang. He couldn't see through this young man at all.
He is 25 years old, but he can tell at a glance that he is 22 years old.
His powers of observation are also amazing.
"It's no wonder that Wang Zhaochu chose you to take over my body. You are 22 years old and have second-level spiritual power. No one dares to believe it."
"No, that's not right... Wang Zhaochu is currently only at the third level of Divine Mind. Although he is in the Cave Void Realm, he cannot see through your true Divine Mind cultivation. He must think that you are at the third level of Divine Mind."
"Yes...that must be the case!"
Pang Xiaozhang frowned and suddenly smiled again.
The smile is very innocent.
When Zhao Chu heard this, the hairs all over his body stood up instantly, and a layer of cold sweat started from his tailbone and went straight to his forehead, making his head feel cold.
The second grade of spiritual thoughts.
This is his most fundamental secret, and no one in the world knows it.
This has also been his lifeline in fighting across levels.
But today, it was actually seen directly by a young man in the Nascent Soul Realm. How terrifying.
"Are you surprised? In fact, you have preconceived notions that my Yuanying realm is still the weakest kind of Yuanying, and you don't even bother to look at the power of my spiritual thoughts."
"Actually, my spiritual power is also at the second level."
"Of course, I was born with a short life and all my veins are broken. If it were not for the longevity of Dan Qing Jing Di, I would have died ten years ago."
Pang Xiaozhang's words directly echoed in Zhao Chu's mind.
Afterwards, Zhao Chu swallowed hard.
That’s right!
The second level of divine power!
Zhao Chu also quickly investigated Pang Xiaozhang.
Absolutely true.
The second grade of spiritual thoughts.
This is the first person Zhao Chu has met so far whose spiritual power is on par with, or even surpasses, his own.
"It would be great if my physical body could also practice cultivation."
"I don't even notice the ascended ones or Zuo Shenluo. It's a pity that God is unfair to me."
"You...can you promise me something?"
At this time, Pang Xiaozhang restrained his spiritual power again. Zhao Chu checked again and found that he was unremarkable.
Too weak!
So weak that people don't even think about exploring his thoughts.
"What's up?"
Zhao Chu frowned and his breathing was a little disordered.
He suddenly discovered that since they were the only two people left in the hall, his thoughts were almost being led by Pang Xiaozhang.
"In nine months, my physical body will become your clone."
"Although I was already dead by then, I always had an obsession in my heart."
"I want Pang Xiaozhang's reputation to resound throughout the entire sea of Earth, and even the entire sky and sea of stars."
Pang Xiaozhang stood up from the chair, with a strange light shining in his pupils.
"Back then, my ancestor single-handedly created the Pure Land of Painting. But he also died in Qihai, and his descendants were cursed. Now I am the only one left."
"Thousands of volumes of economics, inherited for hundreds of generations... I am a spiritual body, a body of ten thousand volumes of economics!"
"In the sky and the sea of chaotic stars, the advantages of the spirit body will be assimilated by the true essence of heaven and earth in the Nascent Soul Realm, and there will be no specialness after that."
"And my Pang family's Jinglunwanjuan body can circumvent this rule, because we will definitely not live for 300 days in the Nascent Soul realm, and the rules of heaven are too lazy to care about me. I have lived for 200 days, and only the remaining
It lasted 3 days. I feel ashamed that I couldn’t even reach the limit of 300 days.”
When it comes to death, Pang Xiaozhang seems to have been used to it for a long time. There is no fear in his pupils at all when facing death.
"Then don't break through the Nascent Soul, just build the foundation. Even if you are a mortal for a hundred years, it is better than dying in a hurry."
Hearing this, Zhao Chu said.
He didn't know why, but he felt helpless in Pang Xiaozhang.
"Haha, you are thinking too much."
"For a mortal to pay homage to the Pang family for hundreds of years, it is still an extravagant hope. If we break through the Nascent Soul, our lifespan will barely reach 25 years old. If we stay at the foundation building, we may not even be able to reach 20 years old."
Pang Xiaozhang smiled, with that calm expression, it seemed that he was comforting Zhao Chu.
"Seeing me, does it make you suddenly feel a little upset?"
Suddenly, Pang Xiaozhang walked up to Zhao Chu. Although he was smiling, his face was a little sinister.
"When you were in the mortal world, you must have been to a restaurant."
"In the back kitchen of the restaurant, there is a fish pond with many fish for diners to enjoy."
"Do you know which of those fish will be caught first for stew?"
Pang Xiaozhang asked inexplicably.
"The dying fish."
Zhao Chu replied.
There is no need to think too much about this. Most people think that the fat fish will be caught first, but they are totally wrong.
Fat fish are actually the safest.
These fish will appear to be the freshest fish in the restaurant, and the shopkeeper wishes they were more lively.
"clever!"
Pang Xiaozhang suddenly opened the door of the hall. The sun was shining brightly at this time, and the dazzling light rushed in instantly, making Zhao Chu feel uncomfortable.
"Look up and look at the sky. Does it look like a turbid pond?"
"Could it be that the food grown in our fields, the various resources we use for cultivation, and everything we need for growth are given intentionally by something?"
"For example, this year there will be a bumper harvest and a large grain production. Next year, 30,000 miles of fertile land will be deserted and there will be no harvest. Could these situations be like the shopkeeper of a restaurant who forgets to spread feed for the fish?"
"Think again, who are the most likely to die in this world?"
At this moment, Pang Xiaozhang's face was filled with a luster that was difficult to describe in words.
"Old people, patients, mortals... Next, there are people with weak cultivation... Finally, the stronger the cultivation, the longer they live..."
Zhao Chu's heart beat rapidly.
He also maintained the same posture as Pang Xiaozhang, looking up to the sky.
"Yes, look at the sky. Do you think there will be a group of diners in another world outside the sky, selecting fish, preparing to fry, stir-fry and stew!"
"Of course, when we eat fish, we eat meat."
"But they don't eat meat. It may be souls, it may be all kinds of resentment, unwillingness, fear...etc...I'm just guessing."
"Just like when we eat fish, we never consider the ownership of the fish's soul. The diners outside the sky never consider the ownership of our bodies. Their gluttonous feasts do not need this body at all."
Pang Xiaozhang stretched out two fingers and imitated the appearance of chopsticks. He pinched it as if eating a piece of fresh fish.
…
Our world is just a huge fish pond.
Countless people are like densely packed fish in a fish pond.
Outside the fish ponds, there are countless beings who make a living by eating fish like us.
But what we eat is fish.
And what they eat may be another kind of existence, an existence that we can't think of, but we have this kind of thing.
We slaughtered the fish, smashed them to death cleanly, cut them open and stewed them.
And if the beings outside the world want to kill us, they should use another method... depriving us of our lifespan.
Who stipulated that the life span of mortals should not be more than a hundred years?
And who allowed mortals to practice cultivation and become big, lively fish?
And who set up birth, old age, sickness and death, and set up natural and man-made disasters.
When the harvest is plentiful, who is spreading the feed in large quantities?
When there is no harvest, who is lazy?
Whose appetite are we filling? What exactly is outside this world? Why we will never know, we will never understand.
And where did I come from?
Zhao Chu suddenly remembered his previous life, when he was buying fish in the supermarket.
There are densely packed aquariums, some of which contain grass carp, some with black fish, some with Qingjiang carp, croaker, yellow croaker, turbot, perch...all kinds of things.
There are even hairy crabs and crayfish in the tank next door.
What if... Zhao Chu remembered a scene.
By chance, a crab fell into a water tank with grass carp. Since the water in the water tank was too turbid and there were too many grass carp, the crab was not big and did not appear to be leaky, so it could also be disguised as a fish.
So, am I a crab or a grass carp?
In the demon mirror, those strong men with only their souls left, what kind of fish are they?
What kind of existence is the demon mirror?
Zhao Chu had a splitting headache.
…
"You are the first person who can understand what I am talking about."
"Although I only have three days left to live, I am really happy to get to know you. You are a close friend!"
Pang Xiaozhang looked at Zhao Chu, who looked pale, and seemed quite happy.
Just like a playful child who finally found his most intimate playmate, only this child can understand his pranks.
"This assumption of yours simply cannot withstand scrutiny."
Zhao Chu didn't want to admit it.
Man is the spirit of all things and the master of all life.
In the common sense of mortals, only humans raise livestock, raise fish and raise cattle and sheep.
"You still don't want to admit it."
"Why among hundreds of millions of creatures, only humans have the wisdom to think, while other creatures do not."
"What if those cattle, sheep, chickens, ducks and fish are also a type of feed?"
Pang Xiaozhang said something that made Zhao Chu want to crush this person to death.
…
When everyone believes that death is natural, then no one will question death.
Just like fish in a fish pond, they only have 7 seconds of memory and have no memory of any of their own kind disappearing inexplicably.
The fish think that the feed will come as a matter of course.
The giant network will come as a matter of course.
What's the difference between a fish struggling in a fishing net before dying and a human being on the verge of death, desperately drinking medicine in a hospital bed?
Humans think fish are very sad.
But the human race has never questioned if the timeline is extended infinitely.
What's the difference between a mere hundred years of memory and a fish's seven-second memory?
The fish struggled in the fishing net for a second or two and died.
Just like if you take medicine desperately and live in pain for one or two years, what is the essential difference?
…
"Haha, don't think about these unhappy things. After all, when the fishing net falls, no one can escape the fate of being eaten."
"I'm telling you, if you treat me as a puppet, you will walk sideways in the Pure Land."
"I am the only supreme elder in the Pure Land of Painting. Here, I can go in and out anywhere, even the head of Changjing Peak, I can go wherever I say."
"And in the entire Danqing Pure Land, as long as someone doesn't give me face, it means they don't give face to the leader. My ancestor was the master of the leader, and this is the last preferential treatment of our lineage."
Pang Xiaozhang smiled and said.
"So that's it!"
Zhao Chu suddenly realized.
No wonder, Wang Zhaochu asserted that he would let himself freely enter and leave the forbidden area of dirty talk.
If Pang Xiaozhang's name was really used, Pi Yonghong would have turned a blind eye.
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PS: It’s so miserable. Even if you don’t have a monthly ticket, why are there so many fewer recommended votes these days? The author is crying.