Celestial being

Yuan Ming calmed down, adjusted his breath a little, and when it passed midnight, he took out a stick of black incense and planned to possess the disciples who followed Zuo Qinghui in Xiaohu City to see what effect Changchun Temple had on them. Do you know anything about Zuo Qinghui?

Although he has arrived in the Black Wind Desert, he still needs to understand the situation of Changchun Temple, otherwise he will be passive if someone comes to visit him.

However, when he took out the Heaven Stealing Cauldron, he was suddenly stunned.

He sensed that a stronger wish than before was wrapped around the outer shell of the Heaven Stealing Cauldron like tentacles.

Yuan Ming was greatly surprised. In the past, his will power was always like a thread. Why is this power so strong?

He tried to wrap this wish power with his spiritual consciousness and sent it into the sea of ​​consciousness. He found that this wish power also contained emotions such as worship, yearning, inferiority, worry, etc.

And as he refined and absorbed this wishing power, he could vaguely sense the source of the wishing power, which seemed to be within Xingsha City, not very far away from him.

Yuan Ming showed an expression of surprise and released the transparent soul crow in the sea of ​​consciousness, heading straight for the source of this wishing power.

The transparent soul crow can travel far farther than ordinary soul crows, is faster, and can change into various forms, making it more suitable for exploration.

Although this crow has independent consciousness, its soul power is the same as Yuan Ming's, and Yuan Ming can also share this crow's five senses.

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In the inner city of Shacheng, there is Zhang Yuzhai.

As the steward of the lord of Shasha City, Zhang Yu is qualified to live in the inner city even though he is a mortal.

His identity was passed down from his grandfather's generation. Whenever he mentioned this to others, he would be extremely lucky that his grandfather had found such a good master.

Now, he has worked in the City Lord's Mansion for more than thirty years and has already married a wife and had children. Now that his son is getting older, he thinks it is time to train him and prepare to take over.

But facing his father's proposal, Zhang Xiu, as a son, was particularly resistant.

"Bang——"

Zhang Yu roughly pushed open the door and saw his son hurriedly hiding a book, and he suddenly became angry.

"You bastard, I asked you to learn how to settle accounts with your Uncle Li, but you dare to lie and claim to be sick and peek at some idle books here. Hand it over to me!"

"Dad, I don't want to learn those things." Zhang Xiu said with a sad face.

He was only thirteen or fourteen years old, his face was green and immature, his black hair was tied up randomly, and it seemed that he had not taken care of it at all.

It is worth noting that on the left side of his face, near his ear, there is a very clear burn mark, which looks like a raging tornado.

Zhang Yu stepped forward quickly, grabbed Zhang Xiu, and took the hidden book from his hand. He opened it and saw that the words "Master Sheng's Journey to the East" were clearly written on the cover.

"If you don't want to learn to settle accounts, how can you take over from me in the future? Can you serve the city lord well just by reading these idle books?"

Zhang Yu cursed and tore "Master Sheng's Journey to the East" into two halves.

When Zhang Xiu saw his beloved book being torn apart, he became emotionally excited. He rushed towards his father like crazy and snatched away the remains of the book.

"Dad, I don't want to follow your path, and I don't want to stay in this shabby place and be a housekeeper. I just want to go out and see why you can't understand me and let me go free!" Zhang Xiu cried while holding the book.

Zhang Yu looked at his son with disappointment in his eyes: "Xiu'er, you are too naive. Do you know how many people in the city are breaking their heads trying to get this position that you despise? Go out and take a look, you are so easy to say. , but look at the mark on your face, can you get out? If you want freedom, I will give it to you. You can get out of here now. I want to see if you starve to death today or tomorrow. die!"

Zhang Xiu sobbed without saying a word.

"Well, when you grow up, you will know that this is all for your own good as a father. You were born in the Black Wind Desert, and you are lucky to be able to follow the same path as a father." Seeing this, Zhang Yu couldn't bear it and sighed.

Zhang Xiu raised his head, with a hint of dim hope in his eyes: "Father, do I really have no other way to go?"

"Child, accept your fate. In this world, the only ones who can truly gain freedom are those high-ranking immortal masters. We mortals have no choice." Zhang Yu shook his head.

Zhang Xiu lowered his head in despair, tears welling up in his eyes again, but he held them back.

Seeing his son like this, Zhang Yu said again: "Think carefully about what I said today. As for these idle books, from tomorrow onwards, if you go to class honestly, I will let you keep them, but if today's incident occurs again, Don’t blame your father for being ruthless.”

After that, Zhang Yu stood up and left the room.

Looking at his father's stooped back, Zhang Xiu couldn't help but feel the pain in his heart. He staggered and fell on the bed, holding up the "Journey to the East of Mr. Sheng" that was torn in half, and the stories in the book flashed through his mind. Thinking of the magnificent scenery depicted inside, his vision blurred unconsciously.

Outside the window, the transparent soul crow had a panoramic view of everything that had just happened. At this time, it also withdrew its gaze and burrowed into the ground.

At the same time, Yuan Ming also opened his eyes and suddenly realized.

The wish that lingers in the Tiantian Cauldron is actually generated by people who have read his own book. No wonder it contains the emotions of admiration, admiration and yearning.

In this way, it is very likely that the many wishes absorbed by Stealing Heaven Cauldron came from his readers.

Yuan Ming immediately recalled the quarrel between Zhang Xiu and his son, and his mind was filled with thoughts.

The word freedom is easy to say, but it is even more difficult to truly realize it.

He Yuan Ming, from being a prisoner in southern Xinjiang to being a passer-by in the sandy sea, recalls the past, and what he realizes the most is the four words "cannot help himself".

What about mortals? What about the immortals? After all, we are trapped in the big cage of this world, running around and working hard, but few people can escape their fate.

The so-called freedom is nothing more than the abundance of the strong and the extravagance of the weak. He refused to be recruited by Changchun Guan before, but later he did not hesitate to fight Zuo Qinghui. It was not for the sake of freedom.

Yuan Ming thought, his confused eyes gradually firming up.

He yearns for freedom and the freedom to go anywhere. No matter what kind of difficulties, he can't change his mind or destroy his will.

Yuan Ming shook his head, his mood gradually calmed down, and he began to study the changes in the Tiantian Cauldron again.

Judging from the current situation, the transmission of willpower is greatly affected by distance. The farther the distance, the thinner the willpower transmitted.

Zhang Xiu was the closest to him, so the wish power he transmitted was much stronger than other wishes powers.

In order to confirm these conjectures, Yuan Ming immediately started experiments.

He left his residence and walked in the opposite direction to Zhang Xiu.

Sure enough, as Yuan Ming gradually moved away, the willpower coming from Zhang Xiu began to become thinner, and the sense of his position became more and more blurred.

When he arrived a few miles outside the city of Xingsha, he could not sense the source of the wish power at all.

"It seems that the distance where the source of wish power can be sensed is only thirty miles." Yuan Ming thought to himself.

Yuan Ming thought of something again and took out a stick of black incense. It was made from the incense ashes of the Zhenling Ancestral Hall. It was full of wishful energy and was lingering on it.

He used his spiritual consciousness to touch it, but he couldn't absorb it at all.

"It seems that I can only absorb the wish power generated for myself, and the wish power of others cannot be used." Yuan Ming thought to himself.

The hot wind roared in the black wind desert, raising clouds of smoke and dust.

Yuan Ming did not stay outside the city for long, and turned around to return to the city. Suddenly, more than a dozen blue lights shot out from the sand behind him, hitting his back.

A cold light surged in Yuan Ming's eyes, and he soared into the air without any warning, then landed silently a few feet away.

All those blue lights were shot out, and inserted into the place where Yuan Ming stood, there were more than a dozen blue ice picks, which looked extremely sharp.

A figure in gray robes poked his head out from where the blue light came out, and glared at Yuan Ming fiercely. A yellow light flashed across his body, and he escaped into the ground again. He looked like he was a monk in the foundation building stage.

Naturally, Yuan Ming would not let him escape. He shot out a burst of spiritual consciousness from the center of his eyebrows and performed the Dream Butterfly Illusion Technique.

The body of the gray-robed man who had just escaped underground suddenly froze, his fierce eyes became blank, and he emerged from the ground.

A flash of bloody sword light flashed, the man in gray robe's head fell off, and blood gurgled out, dyeing the nearby sand red.

Yuan Ming took off the man's storage bag, used fireball to turn the body into ashes, and turned back to the city.

He had long discovered that this man was lurking underground nearby. He was probably planning to ambush the monks who had returned from hunting for treasures or hunting animals, seeking wealth and death. Naturally, he would not be lenient towards such a person.

However, this place is only a few miles away from Sand City, and there are actually people ambushing and killing people. The Black Wind Desert is indeed as chaotic as the rumors, and there is danger everywhere.

Yuan Ming quickly returned to his residence, and his consciousness was put into the storage bag. There were six to seven hundred spiritual stones, several ordinary magic weapons, the highest ones were only medium-grade, and a dozen low-level talismans, which was not surprising.

But Yuan Ming is still quite happy. If he runs out of spiritual stones in the future, he might as well go around the Black Wind Desert and kill a few bandits. Maybe he can also raise money.

He put away all the spirit stone talismans, took out the black incense and inserted it into the Heaven Stealing Cauldron, closed his eyes and crossed his legs, and possessed Zuo Qinghui's disciple.

Zuo Qinghui's disciple was currently practicing in Changchun Temple. Yuan Ming used his soul seal to ask him to ask other disciples about Zuo Qinghui's situation.

Yuan Ming Mingyue Jue broke through the fourth level, and the power of the soul increased greatly, and he easily placed a soul seal on it.

Zuo Qinghui travels all year round, and sometimes he may not go back even once every few years. Therefore, these disciples do not seem to know the fact that Zuo Qinghui is dead, and Changchun Temple has not discovered this yet.

After the possession ended, Yuan Ming felt relieved. Although he didn't know how long this matter could be kept secret, at least for a short time, he didn't have to worry about anyone coming to his door.

Moreover, he is now in the Black Wind Desert. The longer it takes, the less clues Changchun Temple will be able to find, let alone his traces.

Yuan Ming put aside his worries for the time being, and then continued to extract the wish power lingering on the Heaven-Stealing Cauldron and began to practice.

Wisps of wishing power were sent into the sea of ​​consciousness by Yuan Ming and slowly refined.

However, soon, waves of indescribable chaotic emotions emerged in his heart, and he had to temporarily stop absorbing them and run "Ming Yue Jue" in an effort to calm his mind.

After a long time, Yuan Ming finally got rid of the complicated emotional troubles, looked at the Tiantian Cauldron, felt the power of wish lingering on it, and couldn't help but sigh.

These wishes are clearly placed in front of oneself, but they cannot be taken away at all, which is really frustrating.

I don’t know when I will be able to break through the golden rune restrictions outside the cauldron, penetrate into the interior of the heaven-stealing cauldron, and absorb the refined willpower in it?