Chapter 827 The disappearing mark, I don't care about being a villain
The way to cross the sea is not to move forward all the way, but to dive into the sea of suffering and emerge from another level in an instant.
Qin Yang didn't want to complain about this method. This kind of ghost method was included in the messy things he had thought of before.
In the original storybook, this setting does not appear at all.
But in the pirated story books that Qin Yang scrawled with his imagination, there was really something there.
Qin Yang was thinking of something deeper.
The method of crossing the sea is considered a very important setting. It is not included in the storybook. Qin Yang is completely sure that the storybook cannot contain all the truth.
The problem now is that I don’t know whether the storybook thinks this is not important, or whether this should not be revealed and can only be known by the ferryman.
Or maybe it is the ferryman himself who knows what is happening but does not know why.
The gap between these three possibilities will be huge.
If the former is okay, it only means that the judgment of the storybook is more confusing. After all, it is still evolving, and it can be understood even if it is not perfect.
But if it is the last possibility, it means that there are not so many parts of the storybook itself that can be grasped by people.
The fact that it can be mastered and modified by others is inconsistent with the basic law of world evolution.
Maybe the world has begun to repair its own loopholes in the process of evolution.
This is good news for the world. Such a world will be more stable and stronger, but it is not good news for Qin Yang.
This means that the value and authority of storybooks are being reduced.
In the end, the storybook may become just a storybook.
And this is indeed in line with the evolution process. Later in the evolution, something that can modify the world settings will itself become the biggest loophole.
Qin Yang keenly captured the details from the middle and deduced the future development direction from the details.
According to the current deduction, if what he can think of is beneficial to the evolution of the world, then, nine times out of ten, it will become true.
When he exists in this world, belongs to this world, and when he thinks of this, then it gives the world itself a direction.
If he knows it, the world will know it.
This is an unstoppable trend that no one can stop.
Qin Yang raised his head and looked at the long coastline that appeared on the edge of the sky. He wanted to complain, but he was not in the mood anymore.
It turned out that there was no shore at all, so of course there was no way to get ashore.
Seeing the coastline being outlined with his own eyes, Qin Yang was probably sure that he was the first person to cross the sea.
The evolution of this world has never been used on the coast before, and no resources have been allocated to render it. It is only now that we start to write.
It's just the way the coastline appears that Qin Yang thinks is a bit problematic.
If the coastline rises from the sea, or falls from the sky, or any other way, he will not feel any surprise.
But the way the coastline is drafted is drawn.
Qin Yang touched his eyebrows, turned into a water mirror and looked in the mirror.
Except for the fact that his skin color does not resemble that of a living person, he is as stunningly handsome as ever... Bah, no, there is nothing between his eyebrows.
There was originally a red dot here, a red dot left by the painter. When he was in Nianhai, in order to give Qin Yang authority, the painter passed on many things to Qin Yang.
Qin Yang always felt that this red spot was particularly damaging to his appearance, but he never had time to solve it. After he died, he didn't care anymore.
He even forgot when the red dot disappeared.
The only thing that was certain was that it was still there when he entered the Black Sea, and he didn't know when it disappeared later.
When he opened his clothes again, the green scales left on his chest by the evil master were gone, and the three fingerprints left on his wrists by the doctor were also gone.
When he discovered it before, he didn't care and turned around and forgot about it.
Now that I saw the way the coastline appeared, I suddenly thought of this.
The way the coastline appears, if it had nothing to do with the painter, no one would believe it.
Those guys he was asked to bring out at the beginning were probably not just inheritance, but more importantly, these marks.
Speaking of which, the fantasy sea was drawn by an artist, and then managed by an illusionist. Countless years later, a completely different world evolved, with unique creatures in it.
To say that the painter himself has experience in creating worlds is not a problem.
Moreover, strictly speaking, the essence of skills is different from that of ordinary methods. Entering the Tao through art and entering the Tao through the law have different roots.
Pure craftsmanship is completely unaffected here.
And apart from the human race, it seems that I have never heard of any race of creatures that can hone their skills to the level of Taoism.
However, it is said that the twelve masters of the ancient human race all entered the Tao through art and carved out their own path.
If we combine this with the current situation, Qin Yang feels that the more he thinks about it, the more he becomes confused. How long has this game of chess been played, and how many people will be involved?
Forget it, never mind, just take it one step at a time. The boss can do whatever he wants. He should continue to keep a low profile and develop in silence first.
The awning boat quietly approached the shore, and after a short while, it finally stopped.
Qin Yang jumped off the boat with his family and stepped on the black sand on the shore.
The ferryman on the awning boat bowed to the shore and whispered.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome, please excuse me." Qin Yang bowed his hand politely.
Qin Yang turned around and headed inland with his family.
The ferryman looked at Qin Yang's back in the distance and did not leave for a long time. Instead, he bowed again and bowed.
"Thank you, Qin Yang."
Behind her, in a trance, there was a shadow of a yellow spring that flashed away. The shadow of the yellow spring rushed to the sea and submerged into the sea of suffering. At the same time, the shadow behind him began to transform towards the sea of suffering.
She completely transformed into the ferryman of the Sea of Bitterness and completed a sea crossing, which was regarded as a complete mastery of the power of the ferryman of the Sea of Bitterness.
At this point, she has completely gotten rid of the past, the past glory, and the past sins. Now she only needs to be a ferryman of the sea of suffering for more than 10,000 years, and she can cross the sea herself.
All this is because of the opening of the Realm of the Dead and the boat ticket given by Qin Yang.
At this moment, she was completely reborn.
The whole aura of the person changes from the inside to the outside, as if he has completely changed into a different person.
From this moment on, no one can recognize her anymore. She is the skeleton ferryman who once committed a taboo under the Underworld Demon Sect and is like a ghost extending her life.
She is no longer the ferryman from the ancient underworld.
Because the boat ticket was given by Qin Yang, not the ancient underworld, and her pardon and rebirth were also given by Qin Yang.
Even Qin Yang himself didn't recognize her, he didn't even know.
Now she dares to be absolutely sure that Qin Yang is definitely not the Lord of the Palace, because the Lord of the Palace cannot forgive her, and the Lord of the Palace will also uphold the rules of the ancient underworld, no matter when.
The ferryman stared for a long time, and when Qin Yang could no longer be seen, she rocked the oar and slowly left. She was about to start her career as a ferryman on the bitter sea.
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"What do you mean? This won't work, that won't work either, what stories of mine don't you know?" Bu Mingbai was going crazy.
There is only one ferry ticket, so of course you are a bearded person, so no one can fight for it.
If others want to cross the sea, they can only use their stories as tickets.
"No, your story has no heart. I don't have the final say whether it will work or not. This is the rule." The leader, who was covered in black cloth, flatly denied Bu Mingbai's story.
"..." Bu Ming had a dark face, squatting there and thinking hard about what story he wanted. After regaining consciousness and memory, he didn't know what the most unforgettable story was.
As time passed little by little, those guys who had not yet regained their self-awareness and were still in an ominous state passed the test first.
The stories they can still remember are naturally the things they cannot forget the most, even if they die.
They are all from the same sect and have been lying in the same mausoleum for who knows how many years. Who doesn’t know who is who? Who likes not to sleep and howls, who likes to grind his teeth, fart and snore when sleeping. Who doesn’t know.
Suddenly, some information began to appear in the minds of all the undead.
Information about crossing the sea, three ways to cross the sea.
There is all the information that people need to know about the ferryman.
This means that the world's evolutionary process has become more and more perfect, and the world needs these dead souls to fill other places.
"Stop delaying. The sect leader has already crossed the sea. We must speed up and get ahead of the others." The bearded man spoke.
Bu Mingbai was silent. He raised his head and looked at the helmsman.
"Don't you want to hear Youxin's story? Then I'll tell you. I once betrayed Daomen."
"I know." The man at the helm was calm.
Bu Mingbai was a little surprised. He turned to look at Big Beard, who seemed to have known about it for a long time.
"But you didn't betray the Taoist creed. You implemented those eight words until your death."
Bu Mingbai seemed to be deflated and burst into laughter. The secret that he had suppressed until death and now has become an obsession, but in the eyes of other people in the Taoist sect, it is not important.
It turns out that everyone already knew it, but no one said it.
After saying it, everyone felt relaxed.
Before he could elaborate, the ferry began to speed up.
"Get ready, let's start crossing the sea." The helmsman shouted.
At this moment, two black lights flew from the distance, transformed into two people, and fell heavily on the deck of the ferry.
When everyone saw it, they were the two guys who competed for the storybook that day.
A dragon-headed demon and a man wearing a white robe with gold patterns.
"We have received news about crossing the sea. As long as the person crossing the sea gives a ticket or a story and does not violate the rules, the ferryman cannot refuse to carry the passengers."
The dragon-headed demon stood up, as if he was not used to being silenced. He glanced at the other people in the Taoist sect and stood aside minding his own business.
"What story do you want to know about me? As long as you mention it, I dare to tell you."
The accelerating ferry slowly slowed down. The helmsman let go of the rudder and came step by step in front of the dragon-headed demon.
The chains that bound his hands were rattling and trembling. The evil energy in his body was about to burst out, but it was suppressed by the chains.
In an instant, everyone in the Taoist sect tacitly stayed away from everything.
The expressions of the two newly boarded people changed slightly. The only person who could freely use their power on the ferry was the ferryman himself.
"What do you want to do? If the ferryman is..."
Before the dragon-headed demon finished speaking, the helmsman jumped up and punched him in the abdomen, sending him flying out of the ferry.
While it was still in mid-air, it exploded into ashes with a loud bang.
The helmsman landed on the boat, and strange lines appeared on his arms, which represented backlash.
The ferryman cannot refuse to board passengers when they abide by the rules, let alone kill the passengers directly. If the ferryman violates the rules himself, his time in this world will be in vain and he must start over.
If it is violated again within this time, it will be another disaster.
However, the helmsman said calmly.
"No reptiles can appear on my boat, and I have no plans to cross the sea."
The man next to him, his legs were almost weak, leaning against the edge of the boat, his expression frozen.
He dared to risk his life and rushed forward, but he had no choice. He had seen other ferrymen before, but unfortunately those ferrymen, for some reason, were unable to cross the sea at all.
When the news really came out, he guessed that people from the Taoist sect might have a way to cross the sea, and originally wanted to take advantage of the rules.
But they ignore that, there are rules, and naturally some people don't care about the rules, nor do they care about the price to pay for breaking the rules.
The helmsman had no intention of crossing the sea from the beginning. His practice was to be in the sea of suffering. Of course, he didn't care and casually killed the two people who boarded the ship.
"I'm being presumptuous, I'm leaving right now, sorry to bother you." The man with the golden pattern wanted to jump off the ship and leave.
The bearded man spoke.
"Are you from the ancient heaven?"
The bearded man spoke, and the helmsman immediately stopped in front of the man with the golden pattern.
The golden-patterned man's eyelids were twitching wildly, but he didn't dare to tell lies. If he told half a lie, he might not even have the chance to change his words. This evil star would definitely turn him into nothingness without hesitation.
"Senior's eyes are as bright as a torch."
Bu Mingbai started to take over the conversation, smiled, and came over.
"Now that you are here, tell your story. For example, tell me about the purpose of the ancient heaven. For example, your purpose, what you want to do, you have to be careful. According to the rules, fake stories without heart will not be counted as tickets.
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The man with the golden pattern hesitated for a moment. When the other party asked these words, he actually knew what the story and the things he could not forget were.
If you say it, you can cross the sea; if you don't say it, you won't be able to cross the sea, and it may turn into nothingness.
After thinking for a moment, the man with the golden pattern realized that he should just say it. If he didn't say it, he wouldn't be able to cross the sea and he wouldn't be able to do anything. After crossing the sea, everyone would be on the same starting line, and at least there would be a chance to compete.
Furthermore, some things will only be known to others sooner or later. At a certain level, fighting can only be done openly.
"The ancient heaven wanted to seize the Realm of the Dead. Ever since they learned about the layout, they have been planning. There may even be gods trying to enter the Realm of the Dead and gain new authority here.
When I fell, I was taught by Emperor Taitian..."
The man with the golden pattern had nothing to hide, he told everything he knew.
This is his story, something he will never forget even after he dies.
When he finished speaking, the ferry began to accelerate on its own, which meant that his ticket was already available.
However, at this moment, the helmsman appeared silently behind him, the chain on his arm directly wrapped around him, and the evil spirit exploded, turning him into powder.
This time, Bu Mingbai looked at him in shock.
The helmsman returned to the helm, minding his own business, his tone still calm.
"I need to practice in the sea of suffering for at least one yuan of time. I don't care about a few more years, and I don't care about being a villain. I don't want my face anymore. If he brings a reptile to my boat, he must die."
"This..." Bu Mingbai shook his head and smiled bitterly, really not knowing what to say.