Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

Wang Xuebin stood by the cliff and watched Master Mengyi not speak. Now he was sure that Master Mengyi was not a fantasy before Stephen Zhou died, but it really existed.

But to be honest, the results are not much better now!

Wang Xuebin stood there, expressionless, but his heart was sinking:

"Nana, are you sure that I will return to the present world under any circumstances, including the death of the soul, are you confused about the death of the soul?"

"Please believe in the operating mechanism of the system. In the mission world, no matter what the system is, you can return to the present world as long as the system is there. However, after you die, this mission world will not be located and cannot be entered again."

"So is anyone able to force the system to be taken away?"

"Please rest assured that unless the host independently requests to leave, no one can take away the system without the host's consent!"

Nana's mechanical female voice sounded so comfortable at this time. Next time, it won't be called the mentally retarded system, but it will be changed to Xiaotian System.

"Huh~ Master Mengyi is polite!"

Wang Xuebin breathed, clasped his hands together.

"It's so late, I wonder what it's expensive for Master Menglu to come here!"

The expression of the Dream Master did not change, and he clasped his hands together and said:

"I saw Mr. Wang jumping around on the beam of the house. I don't know what I was looking for. I would like to greet you to see if I can help you. After all, helping others is the basis of happiness!"

After saying that, Master Mengyi smiled shyly, and Wang Xuebin got goosebumps.

Wang Xuebin's heart tightened and his face was not showing.

"Master, I came out to run at night. I didn't recognize the road when it was dark, so I accidentally took the wrong path!"

Master Menglu suddenly realized:

"Oh! So that's it, I thought you were looking for me!"

Wang Xuebin's face turned solemn, and he looked up at the nocturnal dream, with a solemn expression.

"Who are you?"

Master Meng Yu has answered this question, but he still did not have any impatientness. He clasped his hands together and answered again:

"I am a monk's dream!"

Wang Xuebin stared at Master Yuyu and asked:

"Just nocturnal dream?"

Master Menglu smiled, a sacred nature naturally emerged, and he clasped his hands together and said:

"The donor guessed it, didn't he?"

Wang Xuebin suddenly thought of something, took a deep breath, looked at the stars in the sky and asked:

“Where is this?”

Meng Ye said with a faint smile:

"This is Shaolin Temple in Songshan!"

"Shaolin Temple in Songshan, Henan Province?"

Dreamy shook his head and said:

"What did the donor say? Of course it is Shaolin Temple in Songshan, Hunan Province!"

Wang Xuebin was shocked and said with a smile:

"Sorry, Master, look at me, I have run out of the savings at night. I still have luggage in my hotel. It's not very safe, so I'll go back first. Amitabha, Master, see you again!"

After saying that, he slowly retreated towards Master Wu Mengyu.

Mengwu stood there and nodded and said:

"The donor walk slowly and always comes when he has time!"

After saying that, the person disappeared.

Wang Xuebin saw the figure disappear, his hair exploded, and the blue light flashed, and the time flow rate in the world of God of Food instantly slowed down to an extreme.

At this time, a figure appeared in place, as if not affected by time. He reached out and rubbed his face, muttering strangely:

"The expression is quite kind, why did you scare away..."

While talking, he walked towards Shaolin Temple.

At this time, Shaolin Temple was no longer the famous Zen ancestral temple, but a small temple hidden in the lush forests. There were no pilgrims, but the incense never stopped.

In the world of the world, Wang Xuebin sat on the sofa and gasped.

"Hu! Nana, what's going on? How does this world of God of Food feel like a horror movie!"

"Although the world of Zhongmo has not involved a complete system of gods and immortals, there are still gods and Buddhas. The world of God of Food is the top middle demon world, and there are gods and Buddhas.

The level of the God of Cookery World is much higher than that of some warm films, so the God of Cookery World is much more exciting than the horror films!”

Wang Xuebin went sideways, flipped onto the sofa, raised his feet to the wall, and lay his head down, allowing blood to fill his brain.

"Where is the high demon world? Is the high demon world more powerful than the mid-demon world?"

"Yes, the criterion for judging the world lies in the amount of information carried by the world. The demonless world cannot recognize the existence of internal power, magic and other information, and only basic scientific theoretical information.

The micro-demon world carries a little more information, which can identify internal power, magic, special technology and other information, but cannot understand the existence of gods and Buddhas, so gods and Buddhas cannot enter the world.

Because every god and Buddha are a huge information aggregation, the information they carry can instantly collapse a world without demons.

For the world, all things in the world are composed of information. This information can be called Tao, method, or science. It has different names and is of no difference in essence.”

After hearing this, Wang Xuebin opened his eyes wide and asked:

"Isn't the world of the present world a demon-free world? I can practice internal strength in the world of the present world. How do I explain it?"

"Every time traveling by the host is the exchange of information between the world. The system is translation, translating the information you carry to the new world.

As a reward, the new world will copy their world's specialties to you through the system immersion. This is why the host can learn bullet time and internal strength.

And when the host returns, the information you carry will be accepted and understood by the present world, which is why you can use your internal power in the real world.

Before you return to the world of the world, this world has no internal strength, but after you return, the world of the world knows and understands the existence of internal strength and is promoted to the world of the demons!"

Wang Xuebin's brain was rotating rapidly.

"That is to say, I am the messenger between the world?"

"The messenger is a system, and the host is just a message. Whether it is the energy required for each time you travel, the program is processed by the world and the system, and the host does not need to worry.

As long as the host has fun, the communication between the world is what both worlds hope for, so you don’t have to worry about any dangers. The world and the system are your greatest guarantee!”

Wang Xuebin closed his eyes and said lightly:

"If you lose the letter, you can copy it. Is that the same thing if I die?"

“Insufficient permissions!”

"Oh!"

Wang Xuebin sighed, went back to the room and lay on the bed, his mind kept thinking about it, thinking about the death of the first world, and the sudden appearance of the master of the dream world.

After a long time travel, he finally felt a sense of contempt.

No danger?

For the system, the host does not have real death, but for Wang Xuebin, losing himself is no different from death.

Moreover, as his authority increases, his contact level will gradually increase. Unless he keeps wandering in the Micro Demon World, he will always encounter these unspeakable existences.

Wang Xuebin is just a martial arts master now, and has not even found the threshold for cultivating immortals. This time he met him, he was still kind. What if he met a Cthulhu?

"Nana, when I return to the world of God of Food, I want to have a good time with the 'Dream Master'!"

Instead of changing to a new world, it is better to choose this powerful person who has a one-sided relationship.

As an existence far exceeds oneself, since you didn’t do it at the beginning, there must be room for communication. As long as you can communicate, you will definitely gain something.

This was a gambling, and he had no bargaining chips, but he put himself on the gambling table. As for the rest, it was all up to you to luck!

"Do you travel through the world of God of Food?"

"confirm!"