Chapter 836 Let the world feel beautiful, the boss's method to resolve obsession
Qin Yang stood on the edge of the cliff and stared for a long time, feeling more and more that the existence of this world of the dead might not be a destination as the living beings thought.
It's more likely to be endless torture. These guys probably endure this kind of torture just for the faint hope that exists in these pains and tortures.
Qin Yang didn't think Emperor Ying was pretending to be stupid. His obsession turned into thirty-six vicious mountains. This couldn't be faked.
In fact, it doesn't matter whether Emperor Ying is pretending to be stupid or not. His performance just now can be regarded as expressing his attitude.
Qin Yang didn't want to have any grudges with him anymore. When a person dies, his debts are wiped out. When a person dies and is saved, all past grievances will be wiped out and disappear.
As long as Emperor Ying's obsession is not to kill himself, then it doesn't matter whether he pretends to be stupid or not.
His reaction just now was actually a bit overwhelming. In fact, Emperor Ying was the strongest opponent he had ever encountered, and he was basically completely invincible.
Especially when Emperor Ying died, Qin Yang himself didn't actually feel how strong he was.
Anyway, the whole map was silent at that time, and Emperor Ying was a target. After he exploded, he paid with his own life and stabbed Emperor Ying to death with the last sword.
This can only be reflected from the side.
If there was no restriction of silence in the whole map, Qin Yang felt that the probability of being crushed to death by the opponent with one hand would be very high when he met Emperor Ying again.
Now I feel that Emperor Ying once again started from Cut Chicken Mountain, stepped aside again, and endured the torture again, just to retain a glimmer of hope.
Qin Yang couldn't help but sigh. He didn't expect that this ruthless guy's biggest obsession was the princess when he was still the prince.
It was so disgusting that he created thirty-six of his wife’s favorite places.
It's a pity that these beautiful places have now turned into vicious and painful torture.
Qin Yang is not worried at all that Emperor Ying will come out one day.
The reason why obsession is obsession is that you can’t get it and you can’t let it go.
If you can let it go so easily, it is no longer an obsession.
After sighing, Qin Yang couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed when he thought about the signs he had put up.
In case Emperor Ying saw his wife's favorite place, it was changed into names like Cut Chicken Mountain and Disfigured Mountain.
Will he be so angry that he comes over and blows his head off?
If this is the case, wouldn't it be a new grudge?
His original intention was not that, it was just to set up a warning sign to warn those who came after him.
Qin Yang felt that he should wait first.
On the one hand, make sure first. If it doesn't work, run away quickly. Anyway, Emperor Ying is trapped by his obsession. This is his prison and he can't get out.
On the other hand, of course it was because of those ghosts from Dao Sect.
Qin Yang felt that since the eternal purgatory was still evolving, he accidentally led to the mystery of evolution, and the brand turned into a mystery that could be understood.
So these vicious mountains were recognized as established settings in the storybook only after he set up the brand.
The brand should have been integrated into the evolution and become part of Vicious Mountain.
Since the Taoist genius can comprehend the Dharma from it, then he does not need to be able to comprehend any scriptures, but he can just casually comprehend some secret magic power that is 100% consistent with the realm of the dead.
Of course, the most important thing is that the binding nature of the Vicious Mountain is far inferior to that of eternal purgatory. As long as you can endure the pain, you can live through it casually.
There is a saying that although the process is a bit painful, these thirty-six vicious mountains are indeed no different from the world of the living. It is as if he has come alive in them. Everything he can feel when he is alive can be felt there.
feel.
This is very important, very important to many undead.
Qin Yang squatted on the edge of the cliff, blowing the cold wind and feeling the strong wind blowing on his face. His skin began to crack and there were two patches of plateau red on his face.
After waiting for a long time, I saw Emperor Ying walking through the Evil Mountain again.
He was covered in scars and almost inhuman shape. When he stepped onto the last cliff, he instantly returned to his original state and continued to sit on the edge of the cliff, staring into the distance in a daze.
This time he ignored Qin Yang, as if he didn't even see Qin Yang.
When Emperor Ying turned into a stone sculpture again and was turned into powder by the weather, Qin Yang decisively turned around and walked back, and then walked back to the Vicious Mountain again.
Walking back, Qin Yang found a completely different feeling.
All the vicious things in the vicious mountain disappeared, as if it had really turned into a magnificent beauty on earth. He seemed to have come to life and could feel everything here.
However, when he looked back and wanted to continue looking forward, the beautiful scenery would once again resemble the vicious mountain he was familiar with.
Looking forward and moving forward will always be painful.
It is too easy to indulge in the beauty of the past and sink into it.
Qin Yang walked back slowly, feeling everything here carefully, feeling the sunshine caressing his face, feeling the continuous drizzle, feeling the complete silence in the wind and snow, and his heart would calm down.
This is the best memory in Emperor Ying's heart.
Qin Yang couldn't help but indulge in it. Here, he felt that he was still alive.
If only there were all kinds of pasta here, smoky barbecue, tender and juicy spiritual fruits,...
He probably couldn't bear it any longer and would sink into this place and never want to leave again.
It's a pity that in life, there are only two words: food and drink. Without food and drink, beautiful scenery has a hammer.
Even on Youguo Mountain, you can only smell it, but you can’t eat it, which is so frustrating.
Walking all the way to Cut Chicken Mountain again, Qin Yang happened to see a breeze blowing, and the sky was full of powder. It quickly condensed and turned into Emperor Ying, who was dressed in cloth. He walked through every inch of the grass of Cut Chicken Mountain step by step.
His legs were already bloody and bloody, but he seemed unaware, still maintaining a glimmer of hope and constantly looking around everywhere, hoping to find the person he wanted to find.
Including the sign with special effects on the top of the mountain, he didn't even take a second look.
After Emperor Ying left, Geji Mountain returned to its original state. Qin Yang calmed down and walked to Geji Mountain again.
Feel the beauty first, and then turn to the evil of Jishan again. The pain and torture are simply doubled.
Qin Yang can now somewhat empathize with him, but that's not important. What he wants is to understand the brand that has begun to shine.
I walked around Cutji Mountain without stopping, but my eyes kept focusing on the sign.
There was something mysterious actually emerging in that hand-written calligraphy of its own style. I just stared at it for a while, and then I realized something.
Qin Yang stuck on the green grass and touched the edge of the vital point, and circled around the Cut Chicken Mountain step by step.
After following the example of Emperor Ying and walking through every corner of Cutji Mountain step by step, the realization in my heart has almost reached its limit, but for some reason, this kind of realization cannot be turned into a secret magic power.
After opening the "Si Zi Jue" for a moment, I went through it again and realized that the things I had comprehended were obviously not enough to turn into magical powers.
Continuing to walk forward, one after another, he walked over again, and the pain he felt became more and more intense. When he reached the end, Qin Yang had to activate the violent force, and activated the Si Zi Jue from time to time to speed up his understanding.
After walking to the edge of the final cliff again, I realized it again.
The time of opening the three breaths of Si Zi Jue, integrating all the insights, and the embryonic form of a magical power began to be born in the heart.
Qin Yang looked back and saw that Emperor Ying was still walking tirelessly and painlessly, walking over and over again endlessly.
Qin Yang sighed. He wanted to look forward and never walked backwards once. Unfortunately, his move forward was not to forget or accept the facts, but to find Qingjin.
After confirming that the supernatural power was beginning to develop, Qin Yang jumped down from the edge of the cliff.
The fall he imagined did not occur. The moment he jumped out, he was already standing on the flat ground.
Behind him are vicious mountains that stretch for an unknown distance.
It seems easy to come out this time, and it is not difficult to understand supernatural powers.
However, Qin Yang knew that Emperor Ying would never learn.
If other people come again, I'm afraid they won't be able to understand anything.
If you want to understand the things in the sign, you have to walk through the Evil Mountain twice. After walking through it for the first time, you have to turn back and walk backwards to feel the pure beauty there, and then walk back immediately to double the pain.
, Only when you feel the same way can you truly understand something.
Therefore, if Emperor Ying does not go backwards, even if these things are transformed by him, he may not be able to understand anything if he really puts down his business and goes to comprehend.
As for others, it was their first time to walk through the vicious mountains. Who was crazy and walked backwards again?
This is an opportunity. He has already established a brand, so there is no reason why he has to teach you how to get the opportunity.
Dead souls with perseverance and determination will naturally do it after discovering the brand. It depends on them whether they can understand it.
Now Qin Yang understands a little bit why the boss always keeps quiet about the opportunities he leaves to future generations, and makes them so mysterious that he has to let future generations guess and try their luck.
Now is the scene where the boss leaves opportunities for future generations.
After leaving the Vicious Mountain, Qin Yang was not in a hurry to leave. He sorted things out again and prepared to fully develop his new magical powers.
Each of the thirty-six vicious mountains is a part. Only after you have meditated on them all can you turn them into a magical power.
A few days later, Qin Yang opened his eyes.
There was nothing unexpected about this new magical power. It had no name, but it could make the dead souls feel as if they were alive. They could feel the beauty and at the same time feel dozens of times the pain and suffering.
Simply vicious.
After thinking about it for a while, Qin Yang had an idea and opened the Si Zi Jue, re-understood and derived it again.
He added this magical power and his previous feelings to it, and then derived two magical powers.
A person who can make dead souls feel as if they are alive and feel all the beauty in the world.
One that allows him to feel the endless pain and suffering in the world.
"Perfect, I comprehended one and got two as a bonus."
He has always been a good person. Of course, he cannot just make the world feel pain. He must try his best to make the world feel good.
After getting the magical power, Qin Yang looked ahead and began to wonder in his mind.
If the people he had saved had too deep obsessions and were strong enough during their lifetime, would they be like other people who would parachute here and evolve into Jedi one by one?
Fortunately for Emperor Ying, although this guy is strong, when it comes to what he wants to do, compared to other black-hearted monsters, he is actually quite upright. His obsession is quite harmless and understandable.
But that may not be the case for the other two pieces of shit.
Taojun Zixiao and Taojun Zhanhai.
Qin Yang can guarantee that these two will have to carry this piece of shit for thousands of years to their death. They must have deep obsessions. With their strength, they can definitely parachute here.
And the obsessions of these two bitches are definitely not as harmless as Emperor Ying's.
The two dignified Dao Lords finally fell into the hands of a young monk. Qin Yang was not surprised at all if his biggest obsession became killing him.
Zi Xiao, in particular, had the nerve to call Yan Hai a treacherous villain. Qin Yang felt that Yan Hai was at least more generous, but Zi Xiao was a sinister and vicious person on the inside and a gentleman on the outside.
In addition to the strong man who was saved by him, Qin Yang is now more worried about another thing.
If the people who parachute into the Jedi are the reason for the birth of the Jedi, will there be people who, after their memories are revived, use great perseverance and wisdom to get rid of their own obsessions?
If this is the case, they can come out.
Although obsession is not that easy to resolve, everyone's obsession is different.
Just like the unlucky guy in eternal purgatory, he himself has realized that he is trapped in an infinite matryoshka. He wants to escape, but he is trapped in an infinite loop. The more he wants to change, the deeper he gets stuck. This in itself is his
Obsession.
For another example, Emperor Ying's obsession is to find Qingjin. If he cannot find it there, it cannot be resolved. The possibility of Qingjin appearing there can be ignored. The possibility of Emperor Ying's own enlightenment is minimal and can be ignored.
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If every obsession is different, it is not impossible for some obsessions to arise that can be resolved in other ways.
After all, if everyone is airborne, they will be trapped and die in a desperate situation transformed by their own obsession. This alone is inconsistent with the evolution of the world. After all, nothing is absolute.
Absolute means no change.
Without change, so-called evolution cannot proceed.
etc……
Thinking of this, Qin Yang suddenly stopped thinking. He raised his head, looked at the sky, and thought for a while, no, the living looked at the sky, and the dead should look at the earth. He looked at the earth again and fell into deep thought.
A question suddenly occurred to him. If he knew it, the world would know it. So, what he thought of was actually helping the world evolve.
He thought about this thing that was beneficial to the evolution of the world. In the blink of an eye, would the world be able to create some undead souls for him that could escape the Jedi?
Qin Yang looked confused. No need to think about it, it will definitely happen!
It would be strange if I didn’t copy his ideas that are beneficial to the evolution of the dog world that I wrote through crowdfunding.
…
On a ground, blood rain swayed, full of fishy smell. Blood of various colors mixed into the rain and fell to the ground. The blood rain gathered into streams, flowed into the depression, and slowly gathered into a lake.
In the blood, a Taoist wearing a tattered Taoist robe slowly condensed. The Taoist held a broken whisk in his hand and carried a rusty iron sword behind his back.
He isolated himself in the blood lake. After a while, the blood in the blood lake condensed into all kinds of weird things, including people and animals, some big and some small.
The Taoist put away his fly whisk, took off the rusty sword on his back, his eyes were blood red, and began to kill all these guys again and again.
After the killing, the blood condensed again, and the Taoist continued to kill tirelessly.
As time passed, the Taoist's memory slowly began to recover, and the murderous intent in his eyes gradually faded away, and he became a little more rational.
But he couldn't stop. If he stopped, he would be killed. He could only keep killing endlessly.
Slowly, he recognized that these people were the people he had killed.
Reason became stronger and stronger in his eyes, and his consciousness returned more and more, and he began to think about how to break the situation.
He tried other methods except killing, but they didn't work.
He began to think about how to do it.
Enter tranquility, use tranquility to enter the Tao, use Wuji to transform into Tai Chi, and two will be born, two will beget three, and three will beget all things.
Reciting the meditation mantra silently has no effect.
But it doesn't matter, all he wants is meditation.
The unstoppable killing made it difficult for him to meditate. He was neither arrogant nor impetuous, and continued to recite the meditation mantra silently without any mystery.
After an unknown amount of time, his heart began to calm down, and killing could no longer make ripples appear in his heart.
Go into silence, reflect on yourself, and start from nothing.
He understood that after he died, this was the world of the dead, and the lake of blood beneath his feet was the result of his obsession.
After killing again, the Taoist's state of mind improved. He gained tranquility in the killing, and he finally became enlightened.
Since these are the enemies he killed before his death, what is the use of killing here? Since this is the realm of the dead, will his enemies also fall here?
Just go out and kill them again.
After a thought, all the enemies evolved from the blood and water disappeared, but he still could not get out of the blood lake.
"Obsession is hard to explain, it really is."
The Taoist was not surprised either. He sat cross-legged and quietly on the lake, continuing to be quiet and thinking.
After a long time, the Taoist opened his eyes, and his memory kept coming back to life. At this time, he remembered that a long, long time ago, when he was not practicing, he was about to starve to death.
I had a bowl of fried noodles. The noodles were thick stick noodles, very chewy, spicy and fragrant.
He now wants to eat it again.
The Taoist's thoughts slowly began to be occupied by this bowl of oily noodles.
As time passed by, his eyes were dull and his mouth was slightly open. After standing up, he walked along the blood lake step by step.
He walked step by step to the edge of the blood lake. After a long pause, he took a step forward and stepped out of the blood lake.
After landing on the shore, the Taoist's temperament immediately changed drastically. He was filled with murderous aura and disappeared without a trace.
In an instant, he seemed to be transformed into a poor Taoist with shabby robes and a thin figure.
He walked towards a place not far from the Blood Lake, built an earthen house, inserted the rusty sword on the ground, threw it aside, and never cared about it again.
He chose a piece of land and plowed the soil with his hands. After plowing a better land, he opened his mouth and spit out the seeds one by one. He poured the blood into the soil and irrigated the ground. Then he squatted on the edge of the field and waited quietly.
With.
The Taoist can't get rid of his obsession with the body, but after he enters tranquility and becomes enlightened, it is not without gain.
He understood that the blood lake was his biggest obsession, and what trapped him was also his biggest obsession. It was a prison in his heart.
If you want to come out, you must completely resolve the obsession represented by the blood lake.
Or, let the blood lake become not the biggest obsession.
Finally, he fell into silence and waited until he wanted to eat a bowl of fried noodles. It slowly evolved and became his biggest obsession, and he walked out of the blood lake.
But now, he has walked out of the blood lake, but he can't get rid of his obsession with noodles. He can move around freely, but his biggest obsession is to find a way to eat a bowl of noodles.
Compared with the obsession with the blood lake, the obsession with eating a bowl of oily noodles at least did not have a substantial prison to trap him in it.
It's a pity that ears of wheat will never grow in this world.
…
Qin Yang ended his practice and continued to move along the wilderness.
He didn't know how long it took before he noticed something strange in the distance.
He came to a lake of blood, opened his eyes, and immediately saw an extremely blinking earthen house on the shore in the distance.
He came to the side of the earthen house and saw a Taoist priest with tattered robes and a thin figure, but a very kind-faced Taoist who was diligently farming, even though there was not even a green seedling in the field.
Qin Yang looked at the blood lake where a blind man could see the dangerous aura, and then looked at the Taoist, who was casually taking water from the blood lake.
Qin Yang smacked his lips and cursed secretly, this dog world can't really play like this, right?
His first reaction was, has there really been a big boss who has overcome his own obsession?
After thinking about it, Qin Yang raised his hand from a distance.
"My dear, Qin Yang, I have met my senior. How do I call him?"
The Taoist raised his head with a kind face.
"You are not a senior. My surname is Xiao. I have forgotten my name and Taoist number. Where are you from? Come on, hurry up. This place is weird and very unsafe."
"Oh, it turns out to be Master Xiao, I'm sorry." Qin Yang said politely, and prepared to ask first, "I wonder what Master Xiao is doing?"
"Grow wheat, plant it, grind it into flour, and make fried noodles for eating. The bran can also be fed to chickens..." The Taoist rambled on, as if everything had been arranged, even if there were no wheat seedlings now.
"Oh, you have no green onions and no oil, how can you make fried noodles?"
"..." The Taoist stood stunned on the spot and muttered to himself: "Yes, there are no green onions."
Qin Yang rummaged through the inventory. After rummaging for a long time, he pulled out a wilted green onion and handed it to the Taoist.
"It's not too fresh anymore. Keep it for now so you can eat it."
"I'm so embarrassed." The Taoist wiped his hands on his Taoist robe. He wanted to do it but was embarrassed. After thinking about it, he ran to the courtyard and pulled out the rusty sword: "I don't have anything here, this Taoist."
If you find a blacksmith's shop to sell your broken sword, that's considered..."
When the Taoist said this, he seemed a little embarrassed to continue.
Qin Yang's eyes lit up. He never judged people by their appearance, let alone things. If a rusty sword appeared in this ghost place, it must not have been bred by the evolution of this world.
To be brought here by this big boss even after death, it must be some kind of extraordinary treasure, and it is very likely that it will be the life-saving item of the other party.
After thinking about it, Qin Yang still didn't reach out. This kind of thing may not be useful if he gets it. If it is used, it is not suitable. When the other party's memory has not recovered, it can be basically replaced with a wilted green onion.
Got a grudge.
In contrast, if you meet a boss who seems to be easy to talk to, but whose obsession is so strange and harmless, it is better to make friends with him.
Even Qin Yang always felt that the fierce and dangerous blood lake next to him evolved because of this Taoist.
Unfortunately, there is no ready-made evidence to support this. You can't just say that someone came out of the lake when they were obsessed with eating a bowl of fried noodles.
No matter how you look at it, oily noodles have nothing to do with this blood lake.
To be cautious, Qin Yang began to quietly flip through the storybook.
Among the settings where the text has stopped changing but is still blinking, I found a line related to the Blood Lake.
It wasn't there last time I looked, it should have just appeared.
"The resentment of countless living beings after death, the true spirit, is transformed by the blood. In the blood lake, blood spirits are born. The blood spirits will not die until the blood lake dries up. Those who trespass will not die until the intruders merge into it and become
Blood Spirit."
It is obvious that no matter whose obsession this blood lake was transformed into, the other person was a ruthless person during his lifetime.
Look again, the Taoist, who is skinny and down-to-earth, cannot be connected with this blood lake.
However, Qin Yang still feels that it is better to be cautious.
This big boss can draw water from the Blood Lake and make his home by the Blood Lake. You should just assume that the Blood Lake appeared because of him. You can be careful and make no big mistake.
Even if it turns out not to be the case in the end, it would still be great to make friends with a harmless boss whose obsession is oily noodles.
"Senior is too polite. It's just a green onion. It's not worth it. Senior, please take it back quickly."
"This won't work. We cultivators cannot accept benefits for nothing." Master Xiao was very stubborn and insisted on giving the rusty sword to Qin Yang.
Qin Yang had no choice but to take it first and talk about it later.
Continuing to look through the inventory, he pulled out some spiritual wheat and handed it to Master Xiao.
"Senior, I have some spiritual wheat here, would you like to try it?"
"No, I have to grow it myself." Master Xiao was still stubborn.
"I'm telling the truth, senior, don't be unhappy. You can't grow anything in this damn place. There is no spiritual field, no sunshine. The water you irrigate the ground is too full of resentment and murderous intent to be used."
"I have no choice but to try first. I must grow my own wheat." Master Xiao seemed to know that this was not very reliable.
Qin Yang thought for a while and thought of Emperor Ying's vicious mountain.
Although that ghost place is a bit vicious, there is one thing that definitely makes it different from this world.
All the monks who enter it will become as if they have come to life. The Vicious Mountain is no different from the world of the living, with sunshine, rain and dew all available.
If there is any place where it is possible, it seems to be the only place where I can give it a try with the attitude of treating a dead horse as a living horse.
"Senior, follow the way I came and go back. If you can see the mountains, you can give it a try. Although it is a bit dangerous there, there is sunshine, rain, dew, wind and snow.
Plants that know whether they are considered vegetation.”
"Oh, I'll give it a try." Upon hearing this, Master Xiao quickly dug out a bunch of seeds from the soil.
Qin Yang narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the seeds, and suddenly understood something in his heart.
Those seeds are the obsession of oil splashing on noodles.
Now Qin Yang believes more and more that this blood lake is the result of Master Xiao's obsession.
If this is a prerequisite, work backwards and complete the details.
Qin Yang came to the conclusion that Master Xiao used a bigger and stronger obsession to resolve another obsession.
When the blood lake is no longer his biggest obsession, the blood lake will naturally not be able to trap him.
But after walking out of the blood lake, you will fall into another bigger and stronger obsession, which is more difficult to resolve than the former one.
At first glance, it looks like drinking poison to quench thirst.
But now, looking at those seeds, Qin Yang felt that if the speculation was true, Master Xiao might have had a clear and complete plan from the beginning.
In the world of the dead, eating a bowl of fried noodles became an obsession that trapped him.
He then took advantage of the situation and turned this obsession into wheat seeds, and then planted them as normal wheat.
As long as it matures normally in the end, after he harvests it, grinds it to make noodles, and then eats it in his mouth, it will be like eating his obsession back again.
He used his obsession with oily noodles to resolve his obsession with oily noodles.
Use his spear to attack his shield.
It's still the way of using obsession to resolve obsession, but in this case, it seems to really work.
Therefore, in the end, of all the difficulties, there is only one problem left, which can be solved by just anyone in the world of the living.
How to grow wheat.
This is not difficult, but what is difficult is growing wheat in the world of the dead.
And Qin Yang now gave him the most reliable method based on the current situation.
Master Xiao packed up his things, shook his fly whisk, and bowed to Qin Yang sincerely.
"Don't dare to forget the kindness of guidance. A poor person has nothing to offer and is as poor as a wash. Now, all that's left is this whisk..."
"No, Master, you're just slapping me in the face. When did you eat fried noodles? When the time comes, if you still like me, just give me a hand or two when we meet again."
I really can’t have this thing. I have changed my mind and become a new person, so I absolutely can’t have it.”
Saying that, Qin Yang quickly took the opportunity to return the rusty sword.
He looked at it and saw that the rusty sword in his hand was really just a rusty sword. It had no power and it was a waste to hold it.
Master Xiao was very embarrassed. After thinking about it, he stretched out a hand and touched Qin Yang's eyebrows.
Qin Yang could see the other party's finger pointing. The other party's movements were not fast and seemed to be casual. However, this simple movement gave him a feeling of being inevitable and natural.
By the time he reacted, the other party had already pointed at the center of his eyebrows, and some information appeared directly in his mind naturally and without any surprise.
"I've been thinking about it for a long time. You kid, you gave me green onions and showed me the way. It's true that I can't handle this junk. I don't have much, and all I know now is
The most common meditation mantra.
In the end, I can only owe you, hey..."
Master Xiao felt a little regretful, but it was obvious that now he just wanted to eat a bowl of fried noodles, and he couldn't give up just because he didn't want to owe a favor.
"Ha, you are so polite. I owe you nothing. Since you said so, you must accept these."
Qin Yang rummaged through the boxes and rummaged through the dusty garbage.
I dug out a rusty iron pot and a big bowl. Then I worked hard and squeezed out two ounces of vegetable oil from other items in my inventory. Naturally, there was no shortage of dry chili and salt. Finally, I found a piece of sacred wood.
As firewood.
Anyway, except for the noodles, everything else is prepared as much as possible.
If you owe a little, you owe something, and if you owe two things, you owe something. Master Xiao was not too polite this time.
Qin Yang thought about it and felt that there was something missing.
"Ma'am, wait a minute, I'll look for you again."
Continuing to rummage, from the earliest storage bag inventory, I found a piece of old garlic that had sprouted and dried up.
"If you eat noodles without garlic, the taste will be half as good. Conditions are limited, so just make do with it. It's just a taste."
Master Xiao's eyes lit up, he carefully took over the plan, and used his strength to prevent the garlic from coming into contact with outside forces.
After all, this garlic is hundreds of years old...
Fortunately, the storage ring I used later was relatively high-end, so the garlic didn't completely rot and turn into fly ash.
That is to say, Qin Yang is nostalgic for the past and is reluctant to throw away anything. Anyway, if there is a place, he will just put it. He may be able to use it when.
In the entire realm of the dead, I am afraid that I will never be able to find this kind of thing from anyone else.
In terms of scarcity, Qin Yang's current net worth is definitely the richest man in the Realm of the Dead.
Master Xiao took a bunch of things, said goodbye to Qin Yang, and headed to Emperor Ying's Vicious Mountain.
When Master Xiao left, Qin Yang squatted by the blood lake, took a look, and put up a warning sign again.
After doing this, Qin Yang took a look at the meditation spell given by Master Xiao.
The Jingxin Mantra is a lousy thing, and every young monk in the Qi-nourishing stage has a copy of it.
However, considering that it was given by a big boss, Qin Yang still looked at it carefully.
The Meditation Mantra is different from the one in his hand, but it's not much different in essence.
Qin Yang was a little disappointed. Logically speaking, something that the big boss specifically gave and felt was valuable should not be like this.
After reading the full text of the Meditation Mantra, Qin Yang suddenly became energetic.
Unexpectedly, the real big gain comes later: the accompanying explanation of the Meditation Mantra.
This explanation is actually nothing, but it gives a way.
It should be Master Xiao’s cultivation path and philosophy.
And this method is particularly suitable for those who have no way to practice and are trying to create something from nothing.
If you don’t have a Dharma door, you will cultivate Taoism and realm, but not Dharma power.
Entering tranquility, entering the Tao with tranquility, directly enlightening the Tao, starting with Infinity, starting from nothing, and cultivating the pure realm, pure perception, and pure Tao.
After enlightenment, magical power will come naturally, and many secret techniques can be found at your fingertips as long as they are below the realm of enlightenment.
Because the first thing to understand is the essence of many secret techniques, and then turn them into techniques that can be displayed.
All of this is based on the word "quiet".
The meditation mantra, which seems not even a method, has now become the key to open a door.
Qin Yang opened his eyes and sighed.
If he had been thicker-skinned and put away the rusty sword and broken whisk, he probably wouldn't have seen this meditation spell, nor would he have seen the accompanying explanation.
In the final analysis, good people are rewarded.
He told Master Xiao so much, but he really didn't want to gain any benefits. He really just wanted to make friends and become familiar with each other.
It is good for a boss like this who can come up with serial schemes to resolve his own obsessions and have a positive relationship.
However, Qin Yang felt that the most terrifying thing about this big boss was not thinking about these things.
But when he is trapped by obsession, he can still understand the obsession and think about how to resolve it.
This first step is the most difficult.
It's much harder than thinking of a method.
For example, the undead I saw before could not take this first step at all.
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Master Xiao came to the Evil Mountain. He entered the mountains, ignored the evil here, and walked around the Evil Mountain. It was exactly what Qin Yang said here, everything he wanted was there.
Moreover, this place seems more like a world of living people, with no trace of death at all.
Any undead that is slightly weaker will be suffocated to death if they enter here.
Master Xiao came to Kaoji Mountain and found that it was the most suitable place, but it was impossible to grow weeds here because the weeds grew too fast.
He comprehended it again, walked back and forth along the Evil Mountain, understood the signs set up by Qin Yang, understood the essence of this place, and gained a magical power.
Immunity to all magical powers in Malicious Mountain.
Ever since, this place has truly become a living world for him.
In Kaji Mountain, he uprooted a portion of the grass, used rain and dew to irrigate the earth, burned the grass and firewood, and dropped it into the field. After cultivating the ground for a long time, he carefully planted the seeds.
Emperor Ying was still feeling the pain over and over again. When he saw Zhenren Xiao, he only asked at the beginning if he had seen Qing Jin. After that, everything was peaceful and no one paid attention to him.
Time passes little by little.
Wheat seeds grew into wheat seedlings. Master Xiao used his own magic power to cover this area, directly simulating the normal natural environment. He also took heavy snow from Disfigurement Mountain and covered the wheat seedlings.
Days passed by, and under his simulation, winter turned to spring, winter snow melted, moistening the wheat seedlings, spring turned to autumn, and the wheat ears, which were not growing well, slowly turned yellow.
Harvesting, grinding, and taking out various tools, Master Xiao rolled up his sleeves, kneaded and kneaded the dough, cooked the noodles, chopped green onions, and added spicy noodles. Finally, he poured hot oil and the aroma came out.
Master Xiao was holding a big bowl, squatting on the edge of the field, eating garlic noodles, and the smile on his face never stopped.
Although the ingredients are not very good, this is the taste, the taste in his memory. The ingredients and the method are not very good, but it is a taste that he cannot forget.
He finished the bowl of noodles in big gulps, and the breath on his body began to change constantly.
From the temperament of a miserable Taoist priest in a ruined temple, he slowly transformed into a master of Taoism. The tattered Taoist robes on his body were slowly recovering from damage, and his skinny figure slowly returned to normal.
When he swallowed the last mouthful of noodles, his eyes completely changed.
The prison of my heart collapsed.
He smiled and did not move. He continued to hold the bowl and put the last few chopped green onions into his mouth. He stood up as if after recollection and put away the ingredients, including the half of the wilted green onions. The last two petals were already gone.
Dried garlic.
He stood up, looked in the direction of the Blood Lake, straightened his clothes, clasped his hands in salute, and bowed long.
"The grace of resolving obsessions must be engraved in my heart."
Then, he walked out again, waved his hand, and withdrew his power covering the sky and the earth, and dense green grass suddenly grew in the fields.
He came to Ying Dina, who was still walking around, and bowed his hands.
"I use the place where my Taoist friend's obsession has transformed to resolve my obsession. I am very grateful. I have a word to give to my Taoist friend. If you want to find someone, it is better to go out and try. If you wait, it is better to take the initiative. The words of the family
, for the reference of fellow Taoists, farewell."
After the words fell, Master Xiao took a step forward, as if the clouds were rolling and the mountain breeze was blowing. It was natural, but his figure disappeared into the vicious mountains after a few steps.
Emperor Ying was still walking minding his own business without any reaction at all.
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Qin Yang squatted by the blood lake, waiting for the sign to respond. Unfortunately, it obviously didn't work this time. He didn't even go in, and the sign wasn't inserted into the blood lake. After the blood lake completely evolved, he didn't even realize it.
.
When the evolution is complete, in the blood lake, you can see from time to time that the blood water condenses and turns into blood spirits of different shapes. After they swim for a while, they disintegrate again and merge into the blood lake.
You can't afford to mess with this place. It's too murderous. After much thought, I decided not to go in.
Qin Yang bypassed the blood lake and continued to move forward. As he walked on the road, he flipped through the storybook from time to time.
Even if the land is big, it's not boundless. It's just a desert formed by obsessions.
If this is the case, is this world of the dead really just a place for the dead to stay, no, a place where they can continue to suffer torture and danger?
Why does the ferryman on the sea of suffering exist?
In addition to the undead that came by air, what could those who came across the sea do here?
The ancient underworld spent so much effort to make all the creatures in the world dance with a lie.
There can’t be only one ferryman role.
Or, because he came too early, he has only evolved to the point where those Jedi have appeared, and the rest have not yet appeared.
Where is the edge of the earth? What is the purpose of just evolving Jedi?
After thinking about it, Qin Yang began to recite the Calming Mantra silently, meditating quietly and not thinking about it anymore.
The provincial dog world copied his idea again.
After reciting silently for a while, Qin Yang looked down at the ground and sighed to himself. It was much harder for Master Xiao to fall into silence than he thought. The more he didn't think about it, the more he thought about it.
Now, he couldn't help but think about other things.
At that time, the ancient underworld collapsed, and many big bosses fell.
Some are still carrying the dead, and some are completely dead. Those who have no hope of resurrection will probably appear in the world of the dead.
So, will the Fujun, who has magical powers that are very similar to his pickup skills, also appear here?
He really wanted to meet this prince.
People have always misunderstood him because of this skill. He is the reincarnated body of Fu Jun. Qin Yang really wants to see what the other party's magical power is.
When it comes to reincarnation, it is impossible. No matter how awesome this guy is, he will not be reincarnated into his previous life and then back again. Then he will have no memory at all and inherit nothing. Instead, he will still retain the memory of his previous life.
But you can't explain this to others. If you explain it, others will feel that you are the king of the house.
Oh, look, you still don’t admit it, you have passed away more than once.
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On the earth, Jedi are appearing one after another, some are strong and some are weak, and more and more undead are airborne to the land.
As time passed, changes began to appear.
Some Jedi no longer appear in storybooks.
And some undead, their obsession did not turn into a desperate thing, but the obsession will make them do this, which is more terrifying than trapping the body, and the obsession controls their consciousness and thoughts.
, even if some memories have been revived.
And this kind of undead will never appear in story books.
In addition to the Jedi, more and more things have begun to appear through natural evolution.
Qin Yang started to encounter more and more people.
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Beside the Milky Way, the vigorous bridge construction project has been going on for a long time. They cannot explore the environment in the river, so they can only keep testing.
A stone bridge extending from the river to the sea has been built for nearly a hundred feet.
This is the thirty-eighth attempt of those geniuses, and it is also the longest stone bridge that has not collapsed so far.