Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

The golden clouds dissipated, the figure of the gods disappeared, the apartment was still the same apartment, but rubbish had changed.

There is no madness, no ignorance, there is only endless peace and piety, as if he has been transformed by the shadow of the gods!

"You... are you okay!"

Looking at the gentle and respectful rubbish, Wang Xuebin asked with a doubtful look.

Hearing Wang Xuebin's words, Rubbish smiled gently and said earnestly:

"I'm fine...thank you!"

Wang Xuebin naturally knew what rubbish was thanking, but he just shook his head and said nothing.

He was wondering whether this rubbish was truly saved or pretended to be saved.

Although no matter which of these two choices is better than becoming a beautiful puppet of Chu people for rubbish, Wang Xuebin always feels frizzy in his heart.

He was afraid that one day he would become rubbish and would have a pious worship of someone, God or things.

For Wang Xuebin, he never needs faith. Even if his future is bright, as long as it is his own choice, he will grit his teeth and walk on!

"Oh~"

Wang Xuebin sighed and threw away the endless reverie in his mind.

God’s concept is too huge, so huge that his cognitive level cannot bear it. A thought of God may be a disaster for him, no matter whether the thought is good or evil!

What he has to do now is to keep growing, and everything else is false.

"Do you know your body has been stolen?"

Wang Xuebin's trip has two purposes. The first is to test Chu Renmei's ability, and the second is to clues about theft of corpses.

He had already seen the beauty of Chu Ren's beauty, and now he was only about to have the stolen corpse.

"Oh? I lost it? Oh! It's just a stinky skin bag, what's the use of keeping it? If you lose it, you'll lose it!"

Hearing Rubbish's words, Wang Xuebin raised his eyebrows, looked at him with a calm face, and said in a deep voice:

"It's not just your body that was lost, but five things that are similar to yours have happened in total. Do you have any clues?"

"Oh! Why should I be attached to the four false things?"

Hearing rubbish's words, Wang Xuebin frowned tightly, stared at him, and raised his right hand.

Concentrating the mind, calming the air, activation technique, and elemental magic to stimulate, a shining ion ball appeared in his hands!

"The five corpses include my parents' bodies. I will give you a chance to reorganize your language!"

"Don't! Boss!!!"

Feeling the numbness and tear caused by the ion mass, Rubbish could no longer maintain his eminent monk-like expression. He hugged his head with both hands, crawled under the table, and shouted loudly in panic.

After all, he has not practiced hard, and the so-called seeing through is just a castle in the air, and he can be broken with one click!

"Big Boss! I really don't know! Since I was killed, I can't even go out of the door. How could I know about my corpse stolen!"

Hearing this, Wang Xuebin took back the ion ball in his hand, looked at the rubbish that shrank into a ball, and said speechlessly:

"Then you just say you don't know, then you'll get it done? Why are you going to play a maneuver!"

Rubbish under the table heard this and showed a crying expression.

"Big Boss, I just saw Guanyin Bodhisattva! I just wanted to leave a good impression on him. Is this wrong?"

"Yeah! That's right! Creative!"

Looking at Rubbish with a sad face, Wang Xuebin shook his head and exclaimed:

"The young man is very smart!

However, if you can provide any valuable clues, I can say hello to the Bodhisattva specifically, let him take care of you more and choose a good family for you in the next life!

How about it, are there anything you want to say, any clues are OK?"

Hearing Wang Xuebin's words, Rubbish was speechless. He sat on the ground and was silent for a long time before he said slowly:

"I have a guess, and I don't know if it works. I can tell you, but..."

Hearing this, Wang Xuebin was excited and raised his head and said seriously:

"If you have any conditions, you can tell me directly!

Burial in Fengshui treasure land? Or a **? I can also make paper money, the kind that can be used seriously, is not a fool on the market!"

Hearing these conditions, Rubbish smiled sadly, shook his head and said:

"I want to ask you to take care of my mother. She is old and has suffered all her life. When I first made a fortune, I..."

Speaking of this, rubbish couldn't help crying regret.

"If I had known today, why should I have been there?

Alas! I will take good care of her. I have a shop and need to hire a cleaning service. The shop is not big and there is not much work. But I care about food, accommodation and care, and care for the elderly. Don’t worry!”

Although Wang Xuebin looked down on this young man who was dying, he still recognized his filial piety to this person. Raising an elderly person is nothing big.

"call!"

Rubbish heard this, rubbish rubbed his eyes and said as if he was strong:

"Big Boss, then I'll ask you!"

Wang Xuebin nodded when he heard this, and did not say anything. He just looked at him quietly, waiting to listen to clues. Rubbish saw this and stopped talking nonsense and said directly:

"Just this morning, I suddenly felt a sense of involvement in my soul, and then I heard a song in my ear.

At first I thought it was the murderous ghost who came, so I hid in the bathtub in the toilet.

But after hiding for a long time, there was no movement. I quietly walked to the balcony in the direction I was involved and roughly identified it.

If I remember correctly, the singing I heard should be the resident singer of the Aoi Bar not far from our training class, singing Monica!

This song is the girl’s favorite singer. I have heard it countless times and I am very impressed!

You said, is it possible that my body is hidden in that bar?"

“Bar…”

Listening to rubbish's narrative, Wang Xuebin frowned again.

Rubbish has been dead for six days, and it will be his soul-returning night in less than twenty-four hours. It should be true that he has sensed the corpse.

Could it be that the Jiuju Sect has refined his body into a flesh puppet?

It is not a good choice not to put a corpse in a mixed place!

"Is there any more?"

Hearing Wang Xuebin's words, Rubbish hesitated for a moment, but still shook his head.

Wang Xuebin saw his thoughts and immediately spoke up and comforted:

"Don't worry, your words are very valuable and useful to us. And I said that if you take care of your mother, you will never regret it. Be at ease!"

Hearing Wang Xuebin's promise, Rubbish finally felt relieved. At this point, he had no other choice than to believe Wang Xuebin.

Just as Rubbish's heart knot opened, two transparent phantoms suddenly flashed out of the room. The two phantoms were like air flow with uneven density, in a daze and invisible!

"Who!"

The moment the two phantoms appeared, Wang Xuebin's hair was exploding, and he turned two meters away, swung a 20-year-old peach wood sword, and looked at the enemy with vigilance.

The two phantoms seemed to have glanced at Wang Xuebin, wondering why he could see his figure, but their target was not Wang Xuebin, and they just took a look and stopped paying attention.

"Shi Hua, male, 23 years old, lives in Pinghui Village, New Territories, died suddenly, the cause of death, killed by a ghost, without obsession!"

A huge voice from the void resounded in Wang Xuebin's mind. When he heard this voice, Wang Xuebin seemed to understand something.

"Are you a ghost..."

A light flashed past, and there was a chain on Rubbish's body. At the same time as the chain appeared, Rubbish's expression instantly became muddy.

"The Yin mission rushed to the road, and all living beings retreat!"

Two phantoms were in front and rubbish behind. Wang Xuebin, who ignored the alertness, just flashed and disappeared.

"Old...Boss...and...what's wrong..."