Chapter 799 Let the world know the truth, there will be a successor
Qin Yang was a little worried about how he could bring hatred to others.
After all, judging from the recent information obtained, there is no sign that the Blood Lama is looking for Emperor Ying despite his high profile.
If he still remembered what happened last time and that fiasco, he would definitely not be like this. He would regard himself as a bright target and attract Emperor Ying to kill him before he could recover.
Judging by the time, the Blood Lama most likely did not know that Emperor Ying had died, nor did he know that Emperor Ying's strength had plummeted.
In this way, we can probably draw a conclusion for the time being. The last time I was in the sea of thoughts has become a blank in my memory.
Under this premise, if you don't know who your enemy is or if you don't know that there is such an enemy, how can you go looking for it?
So Qin Yang was worried, without exposing himself, how could he make the Blood Lama understand and believe the truth of the world and let him confront Emperor Ying?
After thinking about it, I decided to discuss it with the killer Qin Yang. He had entered a dead end in his thinking and had to turn around.
The killer Qin Yang ignored what was going on outside the window and focused on his own research.
Seeing the dog Qin Yang coming down, he immediately dispersed all the screens around him.
"Is something wrong?"
"Well, you can look at the memory yourself."
Killer Qin Yang closed and opened his eyes, pushed up his glasses, and said expressionlessly.
"We came to Nianhai, firstly, to completely deal with Emperor Ying, and secondly, to find out if there are any other ways to solve the Dead Heart Curse.
As far as we are concerned, anything other than this has nothing to do with us. Moreover, for us, this place is just a corner of the ancient world with huge flaws and chaos.
We don't care how things change here, and the impact is not that big.
do you understand?"
Dog Qinyang thought about these words for a while and said slowly.
"Can you tell me more directly?"
"Why do you have to think that Nian Hai is a secret? Why do you have to treat it as a secret?"
"I understand." Dog Qinyang suddenly understood, suddenly enlightened, and instantly walked out of the dead end of his thinking.
Leaving the world where gray blizzards have been falling, Qin Yang patted his head.
Such a simple truth can lead to another dead end.
Lift the table and let the secret no longer remain a secret.
In this way, anything he wants the Blood Lama to know can be conveyed to his ears in a roundabout way without exposing himself.
Even if the Blood Lama, or even Emperor Ying, could guess a lot of things, even involving himself, the impact would not be too great.
Emperor Ying will not remember him, but the Blood Lama will remember him, but in his impression, Qin Yang is just a weakling. If he had not left last time, he would still be a weakling who had just woken up. If he had left, he would be ten years old now.
If you have sex, you won’t come to Nianhai.
The only person who comes to Nianhai now is a guy named Ji Wuzhen.
Spreading news and so on is so easy. Spreading rumors and so on, I have done it more than once and I am familiar with it.
No, this is not correct. He never spreads rumors. What he spreads is always the truth. In order to ensure the spread, he only uses the method of spreading rumors.
Therefore, this plan should be called.
The world needs to know the truth.
A few days later, in a city, a monk took a magical elixir that could only be produced in extremely dangerous areas, and happily took on a task.
A crazy lunatic, with a lot of resources that are rarely seen in ordinary times, is secretive, and lets people spread the news.
It is said that this world is just a sea of thoughts transformed from the legacy of a god after his death. All the creatures here are actually false.
Reincarnation occurs once every ten thousand years, repeating itself endlessly. Now is the beginning of a new reincarnation.
When a monk receives a benefit, he will naturally perform his duties faithfully and with great intensity.
It's just that he didn't regard this as a task, but as a lunatic's joke, and shared it with others to show off. After hearing the joke, he could get a lot of resources.
Especially when the lunatic became angry when arguing with others and showed terrifying strength, the popularity of the joke did not subside, but spread even faster secretly.
Qin Yang works conscientiously, constantly running around, trying his best to let everyone know the truth about this world.
The resources that I picked up in the wilderness before were scattered in large quantities. Even if those resources were mediocre and even the experts looked down on them, don’t forget that in any world, there are only a few experts, 99% of them.
Little monk.
Since it is to let the world know the truth, of course it must take care of the vast majority of people.
Passing by a new city, he dropped a magical elixir that was of great value to most people, and gave another speech. After the speech, whoever liked the elixir would take it.
Anyway, just listen to it.
This is a newly discovered method by Qin Yang. His name seems to have been known by many people. As soon as he starts giving a speech, there will be many people watching the master's joke.
Save money and get things done better.
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Mi Yin was walking in the wilderness with a rather unpleasant look on her face.
He really didn't fool Qin Yang before, he really went to find someone to help him.
However, the truth is a bit embarrassing. He overestimated his popularity.
He knew a lot of masters, but none of them gave him face. No one was willing to help, and no one wanted to make enemies out of nowhere.
That guy who is Ying Wu or a parrot, who knows whether he is a human or a demon, and what his background is.
After a bad start, Mi Yin felt a little unhappy. This was not the case in the past.
Flying all the way to a thatched house in the mountains, Mi Yin stretched out her hand, and a flash of divine light flashed. She easily opened the straw curtain and walked inside. Behind her was a secret land with beautiful mountains and clear waters. When the boy guarding the door saw Mi Yin, his face suddenly turned into a donkey.
Face.
"My master is not here, please come back another day."
"Ha, little guy, I haven't seen you for a few hundred years, why don't you recognize me? It's okay, I'll just wait."
Mi Yin laughed loudly, pinched the boy's face, and walked in swaggeringly.
After entering the manor, Mi Yin was familiar with the road and pushed open the doors all the way to a pavilion. There was a man with a scholarly look, holding a pen and writing, and the big characters with flying dragons and phoenixes appeared in his pen.
When the man raised his pen and flicked his wrist, he saw the big characters tearing out of the paper and turning into a mighty black dragon, rushing towards Mi Yin.
Mi Yin was not surprised but overjoyed, she laughed, took out a few rolls of paper from her sleeves, spread them out, took out a blank roll, made seals with her hands, and clicked on the rolls.
In an instant, a white divine light bloomed on the white paper, and chains transformed into haloes burst out of the paper, wrapped around the black dragon, and dragged the black dragon into the paper.
The black dragon moved and roared on the paper. After only a few breaths, it condensed into large characters with flying dragons and phoenixes, and became completely motionless.
Mi Yin looked at the big characters and praised them repeatedly.
"As powerful as a swimming dragon, as graceful as a flying dragon, and after the majestic and powerful performance, there is a feeling of heartiness and dripping. It's wonderful."
After a few words of praise, Mi Yin rolled it up and put it into her sleeves.
"Seeing that you are quite free, why don't you go out with me for a walk? As long as you come with me, I can tell you a shocking secret."
The man in the pavilion had a dark complexion and ignored Mi Yin. With a wave of his hand, a new blank scroll appeared on the table.
The man grabbed it out of thin air, and there was a new pen in his hand. He held the pen and made a few strokes on the paper, and then he saw a big yellow-skinned mouse appear on it.
This big rat has a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, a small head, a round belly, and a shrinking head. It looks extremely wretched, and its whole body is contaminated with something unknown, making it look dirty.
After the man finished painting, he wrote a poem aside.
As the man moved away from the dragon and the snake, the dirty big rat seemed to come to life. He stood up and shouted in a high-pitched voice.
"A rat has skin, but a human has no manners. If a human has no manners, what is the use of immortality!
A rat has teeth, but a man has no teeth. A man has no teeth, and there is no need to wait until he dies!"
Before the poem was finished, Mi Yin hurriedly walked up and slapped the big mouse back after it jumped out of the paper.
With a pop, the big mouse turned into a thick puddle of ink, staining the paper.
"Isn't it just to ask you for a few paintings? I really like it. As for you scolding me so harshly and asking me to be infamy for eternity, it's too much."
The man snorted coldly and sat aside with a stern face.
A scroll flew out and unfolded on its own. Inside, a woman with gentle eyebrows and gentle temperament emerged from the painting.
The woman smiled slightly at Mi Yin.
"I have met Lord Mi, but I wonder why Lord Mi came to Caolu?"
"I came to see my old friend. I learned some big secrets, and I want to tell you about them." Mi Yin was more polite and pointed at the table: "Why don't you make some tea?"
The woman nodded with a smile, waved her hand, and the tea table appeared. A scroll flew out from the side. After unfolding it, a simple flower character was written on it.
The woman reached out to write and picked it gently, and a yellow flower fell into her hand. In an instant, the yellow flower dried up on its own and turned into scented tea.
The water was boiling to make tea, and the water flowed smoothly. After a while, the woman put down the tea cup and pushed it gently.
"Master Mi, please have some tea."
"Great tea. Only here can you taste the authentic tea. Not to mention, your master, apart from being a bit stinky, is really good at writing."
"Huh." The man snorted again while drinking tea.
The woman then turned to look at Mi Yin.
"Master Mi, the secret you mentioned is that this world is the sea of thoughts, which was transformed by the gods after their death. We are all vain?"
"Ah?" Mi Yin was shocked and turned to look at this mute old friend, feeling a hint of respect in her heart.
It turned out that this old friend of his had already discovered the truth about the world.
"Master Mi, you have been working hard these days running around here and there. Why do you have to do this? Now your reputation is quite bad and you are on the verge of becoming a laughing stock in the world. This is not good."
The woman said it tactfully. She didn't say that you are a lunatic. You spread it everywhere and no one knows about it. Now you are pretending to have some big secret here to fool my master. It is considered a good manner to not beat you out.
Mi Yin was a little confused. She really didn't understand what he said. He was indeed visiting friends everywhere these days, but it wouldn't have developed into this.
The woman looked at her words and expressions, as if she had noticed something, and said tactfully.
"Master Mi has a good heart, but... Master Mi should go and see on her own."
Mi Yin didn't feel much after failing to find foreign aid again. After all, according to the plan, this old friend's temper was not very good, and he didn't have much expectations.
After coming out, recalling the woman's words, Mi Yin came to a big city, quietly changed her appearance, and sneaked in under another disguise.
Not long after, in a restaurant, Mi Yin's expression changed as she listened to the laughter below.
No wonder that when he occasionally met people several times before, those people looked at him strangely, and kept away from each other, not daring to say anything.
Someone used his previous body shape and appearance, used his pseudonym Mi Youde, spread money everywhere to promote it, and even fought with people several times over disagreements.
Even two days ago, when he was being chased by a sect in revenge, he went to the gate of the sect's headquarters, set up a large formation, and put up a sign saying that only dead people and dogs could pass.
This hatred is so overwhelming.
Mi Youde's vest is useless.
She was originally angry, but at this moment, listening to the laughter below, Mi Yin suddenly started laughing too.
Who did this? No need to think about it.
Who else could be there besides the junior named Qin Yang?
Although she clearly took the blame, Mi Yin smiled happily.
He just couldn't stand the sect's behavior, as if he was dancing with shackles. It would be fine if he was self-controlled, but he should also appreciate it if he couldn't stand it.
But the sect's current behavior has long since become a show of hypocrisy and inconsistency, which is disgusting.
Among the younger generation, there was such a preacher who was absolutely impossible to appear in his memory. Of course, Mi Yin became more and more pleased with him.
Just take the blame, it doesn't matter, anyway, his obsession is gone, and he knows that he is not the real Mi Yin.
Mi Yin greatly appreciated Qin Yang's approach. To be a so-called gentleman who acts hypocritically requires capital.
When you don't have the capital, you put on a show and seek death yourself, which will drag everyone down.
Just like that old mute friend, he has a bad temper and a sour smell, but he still makes him a friend and greatly appreciates him, just because he has the ability, and he is the same on the outside, and he is a true gentleman.
Mi Yin quietly explored it, and the more she looked, the more satisfied she became. This junior was really awesome. When spreading rumors, he did it truthfully and sometimes even appeared in several places at the same time.
He couldn't see any flaws in the method of transformation. He followed it quietly, but he couldn't track anyone.
He didn't quite understand what Qin Yang was going to do, but that didn't matter.
Mi Yin put on Mi Youde's vest again and went into battle in person. She began to follow Qin Yang's example and spread rumors, thus completely taking the blame.
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A few days later, Qin Yang scratched his head and looked at the dirty Taoist priest hanging in the air who plagiarized his speech, confused.
Didn't this guy just run away after tricking him?
Why are you jumping out in person now and imitating him in spreading rumors?
The more Qin Yang thought about it, the more embarrassed he became. Could it be that he had really gone wrong? This guy wasn't trying to trick him.
If that were the case, it would be embarrassing.
The dirty Taoist priest had never been seen before, and he seemed to have disappeared from the world, so Qin Yang put on the dirty Taoist priest's vest, jumped up and down, and even gave him the name of a madman.
Hey, doesn't this ruin your character?
No, no matter whether he is fishing or not, you have to go and talk to him.
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In the main hall on the back of the giant elephant, the Blood Lama listened to the reports of the people below, smiling, but suddenly his heart trembled.
"What's that man's name?"
"Mi Youde." The protector general with a dark golden light on his body stood out from the crowd with a humble expression: "I do know this person. He seems to be an abandoned disciple of a certain big sect. He has countless aliases. In recent years,
I always use the name Mi Youde."
"You are virtuous..." The Blood Lama thought about this name, and when he heard this style of work, a sense of familiarity suddenly came to his heart.
Could it be that Qin Yang is still here?
But that's not quite right. If Qin Yang were here, he shouldn't be so strong. This lunatic is capable of defeating the Dharmakaya, so he is definitely not Qin Yang.
The Blood Lama clasped his hands together, looked at himself, and used secret methods to find the missing parts in his heart.