Although Chen Taizhong has already helped Scar get revenge, but if there is karma in this life, he doesn't mind helping a little bit more.
"Am I reincarnated?" Wang Yanyan pondered for a moment, then rolled her eyes, smiled and said, "I will always meet you somewhere."
"Then..., okay." Chen Taizhong nodded and didn't bother to ask anymore.
In fact, the encounter after reincarnation involves heaven's secrets. It's not that he particularly believes in heaven's secrets, it's not that he doesn't believe in heaven's secrets, but that things are often susceptible to human interference.
In fact, he is more willing to completely cut off everything with Scar from now on.
I have done what I can do, and I don't have any worries. Now that the grudges are over, let's return to dust and return to dust.
"Master, you are really cruel." Scar sighed lightly, but he didn't know what he meant.
"That, stop it." Chen Taizhong clasped his hands together, "I am just your master in this life. You are dead and I am no longer. If you have any questions, you can talk to the guy from Zixiaotian, okay?"
"But Master, I really like the Tibetan bow you left for me." Scar took the Tibetan bow from his shoulder, pulled it twice more, and spoke affectionately, "You are only an eighth-level spirit fairy now, and you are supposed to still be here."
I need to hide my bow, but I am willing to bury it with it."
Chen Taizhong was not surprised that the other party could discover his own realm. After all, he was a person who came from Zixiaotian to the lower realm. It was too easy to see clearly the Fenghuang Realm.
However, he really didn't know how to communicate with this woman. After thinking about it, he said, "Associate... do you need incense?"
Incense is not the way of cultivators, but the way of lazy people. This is not very popular in the Fenghuang Realm, but in the Nine Heavens, there are many immortals who like to collect people's wishes through incense and improve their own cultivation.
In fact, there are many such practitioners in the Nine Heavens. Through incense, low-level practitioners can collect people's wishes and advance to higher levels, while high-level practitioners can even plunder luck.
This kind of promotion is relatively fast. In Chen Taizhong's understanding, it is equivalent to the exploitation of surplus value by capitalists. No matter how much you practice alone, you are still a person. Just like on earth, no matter how much you can do, no one can do it.
The work of a thousand people.
With incense, it's different. You can deprive others of the fruits of their labor and turn them into your own income. This way you can make money faster, which is definitely much better than the master who works hard.
But at the same time, this metaphor is not very appropriate. Collecting incense can improve your cultivation very quickly, but it is not free. People will ask you to fulfill their requests.
This completion process will delay your practice and even waste some of the hard-earned incense, which will seriously affect your practice.
As for those cultivators who have gained abilities through hard work, there is no such problem. It is much easier for them to mobilize their own cultivation than to mobilize the cultivation of the volunteers. They do not care much about those masters who are promoted through incense.
Son.
To compare with the understanding on earth, a capitalist can make money much faster than any individual, but what they have is wealth and power.
However, if we really have to meet those desperadoes,
Master, who is very skilled in martial arts, they will have a headache.
Especially when these desperadoes have not formed a "vibrant social group", this is not something that pure capital can play with.
This is a far-reaching topic. What Chen Taizhong meant was asking: Do you need me to make your grave public?
If he had a choice, he would choose not to make it public. In his impression, the deceased was already dead, and it would be best if he could not disturb the peace of the deceased.
But if the deceased came from the upper world, he might have other ideas. Since he had been destined to him for a lifetime, he just asked - even though he really didn't like incense.
"I don't practice incense." Scar smiled and shook his head, "Master, do you have any thoughts on treating me like this?"
If this idea is not too extreme, she wouldn't mind helping.
"What a joke, what can I think of you?" Chen Taizhong sneered, "I am not your master, so don't call me that."
He didn't know that he pushed a shortcut too far - of course, even if he knew, maybe he still wouldn't care, "Since you don't want the incense, then I wish you good luck."
"You are my master in this life after all. If you don't let me down, I won't let you down." Scar stood up and bowed, "Master, under the boulder on the mountain behind Tingfeng Town, it's me.
The hiding place, the things I have on my body now..."
At this point, she patted the storage bag on her waist with a wry smile, and sighed again, with infinite sadness in her eyes, "Although you and I are close at hand, we are separated by yin and yang, so I can't give it to you."
Chen Taizhong bit his lip, and then nodded dullly, "Then you should take them all away. What will you leave for me? You can use this to start your own business in the next life... and you will have a lot of conveniences."
"You can't take it with you to the next life." Scar sighed softly, and his figure began to become blurry.
At the moment when she was about to disappear, she bowed slowly, a graceful heavenly voice sounded, and countless petals fell from the sky.
In a daze, Chen Taizhong seemed to hear those words again, "Remember the green rose skirt and pity the grass everywhere..."
Of course, he raised his eyebrows, "You are a human body made of purple grass. You naturally hope that I will pity the grass."
However, the next moment, he couldn't help curling his lips, "How come the only things I come into contact with besides foxes are grass... Can the human race still practice happily?"
"What did you say about me?" A voice came from far away, sounding very unhappy.
"Huh?" Chen Taizhong straightened up. The next moment, he was stunned... Why should I straighten up?
It turned out that before he knew it, he fell asleep on the table.
Lao Yi, who was not far away, had already turned his head and asked, "What are you talking about me for?"
"It was just a dream." Chen Taizhong stretched and felt a little thirsty. He raised his hand to grab the teapot. When he was talking to Scar just now, Lao Yi didn't exist at all. Obviously, this should be just a dream.
The next moment, his brows raised slightly: Is the hot tea still warm?
"Dream?" Lao Yi straightened his back slightly and spoke in surprise, "What did you dream about?"
Chen Taizhong smiled indifferently, grabbed the teapot and took two sips, then replied with a smile, "Nothing."
After all, he was not a native of Fenghuang Realm, and he didn't know what dreaming meant to most cultivators. He just thought that he thought about it day by day and dreamed about it at night, so he didn't take it to heart very much.
But Lao Yi knew that he was stunned for a moment before asking again in a deep voice, "What did you dream about?"
Chen Taizhong gave him a puzzled look, "I said, are you being too lenient?"
Lao Yi paused obviously, and then asked in a very strange tone, "Do you often dream?"
Chen Taizhong was stunned for a moment by this question. He thought about it carefully and then shook his head, "It seems that he has never had a dream before."
"If you dream often, I would think that you are the reincarnation of a powerful person." Lao Yi snorted, "Cultivators rarely dream. You may have fallen into someone else's trick."
"I'll wipe it." Chen Taizhong took a breath. Although he had never heard of this term, when the other party said it, he knew what he was referring to and couldn't help but frown.
This is..., a dream?
Lao Yi looked at him in a daze and said nothing. After a long time, he tentatively asked, "Besides foxes, it's grass... what kind of grass?"
After Chen Taizhong thought about it, he shook his head and said, "Successor, maybe I just feel restless and feel it accidentally."
Lao Yi also knew that cultivators did not never dream, but they only rarely dreamed. Hearing this, he curled his lips and said, "Dream of the little maid? The love between master and servant is really deep."
Chen Taizhong didn't care about him and meditated silently, but his heart was not so peaceful.
He had made a plan before coming here to pay homage, fulfill his wish, and then leave. However, since it might be Scar's dream, he had to stay for two more days to see if she had anything else to say.
Lao Yi has never been very sensitive about the schedule, but at noon the next day, he began to urge us to hit the road, "The rain has lightened up a lot, let's hit the road?"
"I feel like I've been promoted." Chen Taizhong replied casually. This was not completely perfunctory. After solving Scar's cause and effect, his thoughts became clear. When he was promoted to the eighth level of spirit immortal,
The basics are also good enough.
Especially yesterday, he actually met the legendary Tuomeng, which really made him feel good. He felt that it was only a matter of time before he entered the eighth and ninth levels.
"Advanced again?" Lao Yi raised his head suddenly when he heard this, and almost threw his bamboo hat away, "Don't you have the blood of an ancient mythical beast?"
He blurted out these words because he was so surprised.
Just less than a year ago, he witnessed Chen Taizhong's promotion to the rank of Senior Spirit Immortal. He was the protector at that time. He clearly remembered how reluctantly this guy had to advance. He also went out and brought back many spirit beasts.
Replenish this guy's essence and blood.
Later, everyone went to Zhongzhou, and after picking Taizhong to sneak into the Qiaoqi Sect, they were promoted again.
Lao Yi is also considered a master with a higher level of vision, so he has to admire this guy. He is a high-level spiritual immortal, and he can advance to the next level twice a year. He is really not an ordinary monster.
When he heard the news that this guy was about to advance to the next level, he immediately said this.
"What are the mythical beasts?" Chen Taizhong sneered, but as soon as he said the words, his mood dropped again.
Because he remembered that he once made a joke about a mythical beast.
We can't stay in this place anymore. Chen Taizhong doesn't like this sad feeling. He can leave after staying here tomorrow.
That night, there was no more dreams. Early the next morning, he stood up refreshed and just about to leave, he suddenly frowned and said, "Oh no, are you really going to advance?"
His bottleneck had begun to loosen and his momentum became unstable. He released the wildebeest, mounted his horse and galloped away, "I'm going to find a place to advance, help me protect the law..., the spiritual stone is easy to talk about."
"Are you going to be so exaggerated?" Lao Yi muttered angrily and chased after him, "There's no one here, so can't we advance here?" (To be continued)