There is no separation between the two worlds...
Letting go of her hand and looking at the plain-looking 'Tianhe', Qin Si was still a little distracted.
She never expected that what Qi Changfa said was true, and that it was confirmed by her so quickly...
But soon, she stood up, hurriedly found pen and ink, and recorded everything she heard. After confirming that it was correct, she carefully put it away.
"Brother Yang once mentioned that the so-called Tianhuang is what the gods and Buddhas called our world in ancient times. As for the Dragon Palace..."
Qin Si murmured in her heart:
"It is said that there were four dragon kings and eight dragon kings in ancient times..."
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Buzz~
His eyes were half open, and wherever he looked, there was nothing to hide. Even after staring for a long time, Yang Yu didn't notice the whereabouts of this man. It seemed that if he couldn't see it with the naked eye, he would be unable to detect his traces by any means.
"It's unfathomable..."
Looking back, Yang Yu felt a slight chill in his heart.
After a brief contact, the pressure this person put on him was simply indescribable. When he left, his back was a little wet.
Just like ordinary people facing a fierce tiger, no matter how kind they are, their hearts are like beating drums, their sweat is like liquid, and they don't dare to be careless in the slightest.
This is a powerful illusion caused by the huge gap between the two.
"Master, the Guan here is in chaos. Isn't it dangerous to leave the mistress alone in the Guan?"
The ghost baby crept closer and said tentatively.
Yang Yu glanced at him.
The latter was agitated, but still insisted on asking for help:
"The little one is willing to protect the mistress!"
Sensing the look in his master's eyes, Guiying groaned in his heart, and just when he was about to accept his fate, he heard a "good" sound.
"ah?"
He looked up suddenly.
"Take these letters back."
He took out the pen and ink from the Mustard Seed space and wrote it casually. After a while, he packed it up and handed it to Guiying. Yang Yu ordered:
"Except for your mistress, the other three letters were given to Yu Jing, one to Qin Lihu, and the last letter was given to Jiang Wu when passing through Yanzhou..."
Guiying was surprised and happy, so he hurriedly responded. Before leaving, he hesitated a little and turned around:
"Master, you really shouldn't have promised him, he..."
"Do you think he is inviting me to go?"
"ah?"
The ghost baby is horrified.
Yang Yu waved his hand to signal him to get out, sat quietly in front of the campfire, closed his eyes and entered the Cauldron of Gluttony again.
In the dark cauldron, the evil-suppressing seal was rarely active, trembling and waiting.
[Lower Shidu level ghost (fake)]
[It is formed by gathering the resentment and hatred of thousands of ghosts and yin evil spirits. It has a pure yin body. It is not afraid of masculine blood. It can walk during the day. It can possess a soulless body, steel, and a puppet body. It has no thoughts or feelings, and is controlled by the evil seal.
...]
"Shidu level..."
Yang Yu's heart moved, but he wasn't too surprised.
From the northwest to Lanshan, he captured no less than a thousand ghosts along the way. Although most of them were imps who were too weak to get close to ordinary people, there were naturally some tyrannical ones among them.
After all, as long as the three elements have not been unified, it will be difficult to retain Yang Qi and spiritual wisdom after death.
but,
"Fake……"
As soon as Yang Yu thought about it, the evil-suppressing seal trembled, and sporadic information came.
What is false is not true.
The meaning is clear at a glance, that is, it is not a true "Shidu level". It is naturally impossible to create real Shidu level ghosts and gods by simply refining and purifying the soul.
"This soul is lacking in quality, but it is slightly better than me in quantity... It is somewhat similar to the legendary 'Tao soldiers' and 'strong men'..."
With his mind turning, Yang Yu played with this soul.
Through the evil-suppressing seal, this soul was allowed to be rounded and flattened by him, and as his thoughts turned, he could actually infuse 'memory', 'fate' and 'character', and even teach 'martial arts' and 'taoism'.
This is somewhat similar to the 'Tao soldiers' he saw in the classics.
To ordinary people, slave monks, special puppets, powerful monsters, weapon spirits, etc., all seem to be called Tao soldiers.
But according to legend, Tao soldiers are also extremely valuable things, and even the gods may not be able to possess them.
As far as he knew, the most powerful Taoist soldiers were also called "Heavenly Soldiers", "Heavenly Generals", "Divine Weapons" and "Divine Generals". These were powerful existences that could rival and even suppress gods and Buddhas.
With thoughts swirling in his mind, Yang Yu summoned the Longyuan Ghost Slayer Sword and began to try.
The remaining information on the evil-suppressing seal was sparse and fragmented. He still had to try it himself to see how much space he could manipulate.
"Um……"
Kneading this mass of soul, Yang Yu's mind was very active.
Fang Zhenghao, Duan Qilong, Zhang Xuanyi, Yan Xiaoer... the names of others appeared in his mind one after another, and even the shadow of the person he had talked to before flashed across his mind.
But after pondering for a long time, his spirit gathered together, like a top painter, sketching on this group of souls.
This feeling is very strange.
It's like a painter sketching, or a carpenter carving a portrait, "making it out" of what's in his mind from scratch.
"...You are an innocent child, addicted to martial arts but kind-hearted by nature, eager to challenge the strong but not willing to take the initiative to kill, an orphan who has no father or mother, but loves life..."
At this point, his movements paused slightly, and he felt some resistance. The second half of the sentence "has a monkey tail" could not be penetrated.
"Sure enough, it's not unlimited."
Even though the first attempt failed, Yang Yu was not discouraged. He was testing the limits of the evil-suppressing seal.
This is not surprising. In the final analysis, the evil-suppressing seal is just a demonic Dao Fruit, not the legendary Dao Fruit that contains the 'Way of Creation'.
After that, Yang Yu began to make continuous attempts to test the limits of the evil-suppressing seal from various angles.
"The limit of the evil-suppressing seal is me at this time! The martial arts, Taoism, magic, and magical powers that I can instill must be mastered by myself..."
"Kung Fu and power cannot be fabricated out of thin air, and martial arts still have a familiar process and cannot be achieved overnight. However, this kind of indoctrination is engraved into the soul, and it must be mastered extremely quickly..."
"This soul is a gathering of thousands of ghosts. Its nature is pure Yin and cold. It cannot instill a too hot and masculine temperament. It is not impossible, but it will be affected and distorted by its own influence..."
"The more and more detailed memories that are instilled, the more stable the soul will be. Otherwise, it will leave huge flaws..."
…
After recording the many attempts one by one, Yang Yu gradually became clear and he was sure of the limits of the evil-suppressing seal.
Next, it will fall into place naturally.
Not to mention that he has the remaining pages of the book of life and death in his hands and has seen the life trajectories of many people. Even if he didn't, he could fabricate dozens or hundreds of them at will as he has lived in two lives.
You can be as detailed as you want.
But when instilling memories, Yang Yu couldn't help but feel a little wary. Compared to the Long Yuan Sword and the Purple Gold Gourd, the Evil Suppressing Seal seemed weird and dangerous.
"Well, it's almost done..."
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The sky is filled with stars and the night is as cool as water.
The Black Mountain City looked calm and peaceful in the night. Except for the patrolling soldiers and the watchmen, no one went out.
The only thing that still has lights is the temple dedicated to the earth.
"call!"
"suck!"
In a small courtyard next to the temple, there is a large pot. In the boiling liquid, Xiao Wu sits cross-legged, transporting the internal energy and slowly exchanging blood.
Since coming to Montenegro, he has been very diligent in practicing martial arts. With Yang Yu's guidance, he has been able to progress very quickly.
"call!"
After a long, long time, Xiao Wu opened his eyes and let out a breath of turbid air.
"As the saying goes, martial arts practice is like moving a mountain, one step at a time... Fortunately, we have climbed this high mountain of seven levels of blood transfusion!"
His spirit was uplifted, and he couldn't help but sigh.
I am used to seeing my master Yang's rapid progress, and his average blood transfusion every two years is a bit too slow.
But in fact, his progress is enough to cause an uproar in the world. None of the direct descendants of the big families in Qingzhou City have such progress.
Of course, you can't compare with the old man, let alone Mr. Yang.
"Hey, I heard that Mr. Yang has broken through the Hundred Apertures Profound Pass and reached the realm of Grand Master..."
Wiping his body, Xiao Wu was envious and a little ashamed of himself:
"I'm afraid there is no hope for us in this life..."
He said this to the dark side. He was Yu Jing's junior brother who stayed to protect the old man. These days, he was the one who taught him how to practice martial arts.
"You just have no hope."
In the shadows, Liu Dong glanced at him coldly, turned around and disappeared into the darkness.
"I have no hope, and neither do you..."
Xiao Wupi didn't take it seriously, but he didn't think he had such hope either.
That was a great master. Among the thousands of warriors in Qingzhou, there were only a few in a hundred years...
squeak~
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
Xiao Wu was startled, suddenly raised his knife and turned around. He saw that the side room that had been closed for many days was pushed open from the inside, and a mysterious man in a cloak slowly walked out.
"Oh it's you."
Xiao Wu was startled and then breathed a sigh of relief.
He was no stranger to this cloaked man. He was left by Master Yang to protect the old man.
However, this cloaked man has almost never left the house in these years. He looks like a dead person. Why would he go out now?
Whoosh!
The reddish eyes were raised, and the cloak fell off. With the sound of bones rubbing together, a middle-aged man with a cold face appeared in front of Xiao Wu.
"You, recognize me?"
The hoarse voice came, Xiao Wu shivered and felt a little frightened:
"I, Xiao Wu! Master Yang's housekeeper, don't you recognize me?"
"Xiao Wu..."
The cold middle-aged man looked around, as if searching for something in his mind. After a long time, he nodded:
"My surname is Jing and I need a sword."
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Buzz~
When his mind came into contact with the evil-suppressing seal, the living dead, or everything that 'Jing Yi' saw, all appeared in front of Yang Yu's eyes, including Xiao Wu, Liu Dong and the people who were secretly guarding him.
He could even hear the old man snoring.
"I wonder how long it will take Jing Yi to break through the 'Xuan Pass' and be promoted to Grand Master..."
Letting go of his hand, Yang Prison looked forward to it.
The evil-suppressing seal can accommodate a group of ghosts, but the total number of souls cannot exceed his own. In theory, he can divide it into hundreds or thousands of souls, but he did not choose to divide it.
Therefore, it stands to reason that as long as he has enough elixirs, 'Jing Yi' can be promoted to Grand Master in a very short period of time.
"call!"
As his thoughts turned, Yang Yu opened his eyes.
As he expected, on the other side of the extinguished bonfire, Zhang Xuanba appeared and disappeared, and he did not know when he would appear. His multiple warnings were ineffective.
"I dare to enter samadhi even in the wilderness."
Seeing him open his eyes, Zhang Xuanba couldn't help but shake his head.
"With you always by my side to protect the Dharma, why should I not dare?"
Yang Yu was not surprised.
With the sensitivity of his five senses, even if he is in samadhi, he cannot hide the slightest movement within a radius of several hundred feet.
And if the visitor can hide from his perception, then it will not make any difference where he enters concentration. For such a master, there is no difference between a wall and a piece of paper.
"Now that you're awake, let's go."
Standing up, flicking his sleeves, Zhang Xuanba stepped forward:
"Go and see what progress those idiots have made..."