I have a book of salvation

Don't look at this old man Yu Chen and Wen Sheng living leisurely all day long.

But in fact, both of them are holding something back.

Needless to say, Literary Saint.

His head was lost inexplicably and his life was lost. Not only did he not know who the murderer was, his soul was also shattered and he suddenly lost a lot of memories.

No matter how calm and calm he was, he still wanted to find out how he died, didn't he?

And what about Yu Chen?

He was the same. Although he said it was none of his business, when he saw Wen Sheng, it was as if he was looking at a big treasure who didn't know what he was!

——There is no doubt that since Literary Sage was accepted by the Book of Saviors, he would naturally have his wish to succeed.

It's just that he can't remember it now, and his wish is not obvious.

And what grade would the dignified Great Xia Literary Sage’s last wish be?

It's hard to say for Yu Chen, but it's definitely not lower than the fourth grade spiritual wish, and maybe even the first, second and third grade!

You know, the best treasure Yu Chen got right now was the reward of the sixth-grade spiritual wish.

If Wen Sheng's last wish is fulfilled, what good things will he get?

When Yu Chen thought about it, his heart felt hot, like a cat scratching its claws.

Although he is not that keen on power itself, he also knows that only having enough ability is the basis for living comfortably in this world.

——Otherwise, the Book of Saviors had given him the ability, and he would still be living in fear in Qingfeng Mausoleum because he was about to be exiled!

Therefore, both of them wanted to quickly retrieve Wen Sheng's memory and find out what his last wish was.

So Wen Sheng came up with a bad idea.

——Although his ghostly appearance can prove that his head was chopped off, nothing else is known.

The old man was so cruel that he wanted to dig up his own grave to see what was going on with the body.

——Actually, he wanted to visit the government office a few days ago, but he couldn't leave Yu Chen too far, and Yu Chen was unwilling to break into the Jinling government office, so he waited until this time.

After the literary saint's own body was buried, he was ready to take action.

Even though he was opposed to digging graves in his heart, after Yu Chen complained, he took advantage of the dark moon, strong wind and heavy snow, and went out with a shovel.

Came to Wen Sheng's grave and started digging.

"You said that I am just a tomb keeper. Does digging someone else's grave in the middle of the night count as a thief?" He asked while digging.

Wen Sheng rolled his eyes and ignored him.

Yu Chen continued digging.

Two quarters of an hour later, a solemn purple-black coffin was revealed in the dark wind and snow.

Because of his clairvoyance, Yu Chen could see clearly, but Wen Sheng didn't know why and was not affected by the night.

"Open the lid." The old man frowned.

Yu Chen nodded and lifted it hard.

The heavy coffin boards were slowly lifted, revealing the skinny old man's body along the way.

The eyes were closed tightly, the face was pale, and it was obvious that there was no life left. However, whether it was due to the Yamen's methods or the powerful cultivation of the literary saint, the corpse did not decay.

At the same time, even though he was dead, a majestic aura kept stimulating Yu Chen's "thoughts".

The so-called "hegemon in this world will have power even after death", does it refer to the current situation?

Although Wen Sheng was not a powerful figure who dominated the world, his extremely powerful Taoism during his lifetime made his corpse still powerful.

Yu Chen endured the pressure, lowered his head, and his eyes fell on the neck of Wen Sheng's corpse, where he saw dense stitches.

Obviously, the Wen Sheng was indeed beheaded and died, but now it has been sewn up by the government's corpse stitchers.

And look at the stitches, although they are all neat and precise, but there are more than ten slightly different sewing methods.

Yu Chen guessed that this was probably because the literary saint's body was too difficult to sew, so it took more than a dozen corpse stitchers to sew it up.

——Once the sewing of corpses starts, it cannot be stopped. This is the custom of Daxia Zhonggu Division.

But the old man Wen Sheng saw the wound on his neck through the dense stitches.

He frowned and murmured:

"Is this... a sword wound?"

"Jinling uses a sword? Yang Wei?"

"No, that's not right. Not to mention why he wanted to kill me, even if he did, he wouldn't be able to beat me..."

"..."

Yu Chen listened to Wen Sheng spit out strange names one after another, and heard him deny these names one by one.

Obviously, even after seeing the corpse, Wen Sheng had no clue and could only come to the conclusion that his head was cut off by a sword.

After a while, Literary Saint, whose eyes were wandering over his body, suddenly shouted!

Yu Chen was shocked!

"Little guy, look!"

The old man pointed at the circle on the forehead of his corpse, "Here, there is a circle of stitches!"

Yu Chen was stunned, and after taking a closer look, it was true.

The circle surrounding the temple of Wen Sheng's corpse was also densely sewn with stitches.

Join his skull and skull together.

He looked at the old man Wen Sheng with some horror, "Old man, you don't think..."

"Little guy, help me open it." The old man Wen Sheng said calmly.

Yu Chen: "..."

What the hell are you talking about?

A ghost, letting himself open his skull in the middle of the night?

After a long sigh, Yu Chen took action.

——After all, he and the old man Wen Sheng have the same purpose, they both want to find out what happened.

But when the skull was lifted, Yu Chen's expression completely changed.

There is nothing inside that head!

Nothing!

Immediately, a chill rose from behind Yu Chen.

——Wen Sheng’s brain is actually not in his fucking head!

Although Yu Chen didn't know what realms Wen Sheng had reached through cultivation, or how magical those realms were, what was certain was that cultivation would not destroy the brain.

In other words, Wen Sheng’s brain was lost!

"No wonder, no wonder..."

Looking at this scene, Wen Sheng showed a look of surprise: "No wonder I lost all kinds of memories. It turns out that the divine sprouts were taken away."

Divine sprout?

Yu Chen heard another statement that he had never heard before, so he naturally asked.

And after Wen Sheng's explanation, he finally understood what this so-called divine sprout was.

The so-called refining Qi to enter the Tao, the first step is to open the sea, that is, use the Qi of the original life to open the Qi sea in the lower Dantian. From then on, the Qi of heaven and earth can be mobilized to evolve into earth, fire, water and wind.

The second step, called Spiritual Appearance, is to open up the middle Dantian, open up the Qiting, and evolve the object of visualization, which is called Spiritual Appearance. At this point, he can fly in the sky, generate power with just one thought, and turn the clouds and rain in the midst of talking and laughing.

As for this third step, it is called the divine sprout, the center of divinity and the source of all dharma. It is to open the divine sprout in the upper Dantian, so that the thoughts can change from virtual to real, and turn into the divine soul. The thoughts can travel thousands of miles, and the Yinshen can leave the body. , can call for wind and rain, with infinite power.

At the same time, in addition to the name of the third step of the realm, the fertile soil where the soul resides, that is, the human brain, is also called the divine sprout.

The Literary Saint said that the reason why his ghost lost part of his memory was because the divine sprout was taken away, and the soul was lost, and part of his memory was lost.

"Could it be that people from the Jinling government wanted to find out the cause of your death, old man, and that's why they opened their minds?" Yu Chen put forward a guess.

"impossible."

The old man of Literary Saint shook his head and pointed at the circle of wounds that dazzled his head.

"This is also a sword wound. Jinling's widower doesn't know how to use a sword to dissect a corpse."

"Moreover, not only Jinling, but the entire Daxia has always been particular about keeping the body intact. Even if those little guys opened up my head to solve the case, they should put back the skullcap when they were buried.

In addition, my sacred sprouts should have been taken away before my death - otherwise, if I die, even if I am cut into pieces, it should not affect my memory. "

After hearing this, Yu Chen shivered.

Picture that.

The great Xia Literary Sage had his skull opened, his brain taken out, his head cut off, and he died with his eyes open...

In the end, no other clues were found.

Yu Chen used golden needles to sew Wen Sheng's head back together, covered the coffin, filled it with soil, and checked it inside and out before returning to the mausoleum guarding room.

The old man, the Literary Saint, naturally followed him.

There was not much to be gained from digging the grave this time.

But I learned one thing.

——If we find Wen Sheng’s brain, we can probably restore his memory and know the truth of everything and his last wish.

After realizing this, Yu Chen sat on the bed, but did not rush to sleep. Instead, he closed his eyes and meditated, visualizing the divine wheel of reincarnation and absorbing the energy of heaven and earth for his own use.

He could clearly feel that the speed of absorbing the Qi of Heaven and Earth today was more than ten times faster than before!

If the movement of the energy of heaven and earth was just a gurgling stream in the past, then now it is a surging river, surging forward.

And the reason for all this comes from the "spiritual root" that the old man of Literary Saint teased Yu Chen about before.

Yu Chen himself does not have any spiritual roots, but he is not good at it innately, so we can make up for it the day after tomorrow!

After previously controlling the horse to trample Zhou Xuyang to death using the art of translucency of beasts and birds, Lai Ming's last wish was fulfilled, and the Book of Saviors gave him a low-grade Qi Spirit Root.

Let him breathe out the energy of heaven and earth more efficiently than ten times!

The qi of the vast heaven and earth pours into the qi sea, transforming into the gray qi of natal reincarnation.

Slowly fill up the huge sea of ​​Qi.

boom!

The body is buzzing!

In Yu Chen's Qi sea, the natal Qi that was originally like light smoke was compressed and gathered again and again, turning into a thick mist!

The transformation of life energy into mist also marks Yu Chen's transition from a low-grade sea-refining Qi warrior to a high-grade one!

He raised his hand gently, and the energy of life surged, and the energy of heaven and earth gathered together.

The terrifying power that was enough to crack mountains and crack rocks was condensed between his five fingers. Yu Chen could feel that his strength was much stronger than when he fought Wangqi Chief.

Even Literary Sage looked at it and admired it, saying that although Yu Chen was not at a high level, his physical strength and vitality were the most evil he had ever seen in his life.

Even those proud men in the capital who have eyes above their heads have never reached this level when they were in the same realm.

According to Wen Sheng's calculation, Yu Chen, who has now reached the top level, may be able to compete with a monk who has just entered the spiritual phase.

When it was late at night, Yu Chen, who had broken through the high-grade Kaihai, lay down contentedly and dreamed that Duke Zhou was gone.

Family members beg for monthly tickets to be beaten! !