The Fairy Just Wants To Lie Down

practice world.

All the ashes and smoke in the place where the thunder swept, only wisps of white smoke drifted to the distant sky, or fell into the river of forgetfulness. This place is like walking towards a rotten cemetery, everything will eventually return to heaven and earth.

The ghosts born from Yin Qi are just polluted by the remains here. Maybe millions of years later, the River of Forgetfulness will become a shining river of gold without any impurities left behind.

Li Changsheng thought so, but quickly vetoed this conjecture.

Wangchuan itself is the most chaotic place. It is three thousand miles away from Wangchuan, and the remnant souls stretch for thousands of miles, and the eyes are full of suffering people. There is no peace in the world, so how can this place after death be peaceful?

Even I can't achieve consummation, let alone the majority of people in the world who have no power to restrain themselves.

Li Changsheng exhaled slightly, looked down at the eyeballs in his hands. The eyeball is a certain body that exists at least during the transformation period, and a special soul resides in it.

The fit between the two, but not perfect, obviously came from a loss.

The point is that strand of soul, if I guessed correctly, it should be the so-called ancestor of the heart demon. Thinking of the old man named Mo Luo, he also had a similar aura, but he didn't think much about it before he saw it.

Li Changsheng never thought that his intelligence was amazing, everything about him was just the product accumulated over a long period of time. It can be the best in the world, but it is by no means a genius as people understand it.

Mistakes are common in things you haven't seen before.

For the first time, it was not like wanting a fire bird, not wanting to prolong life, but wanting my body. Seeing that I can't win by ordinary means, I started to use my obsession.

This is the second time, Mo Luo has sufficient preparations, and he will be trapped for a hundred years.

There is no deep strategy, just a strong enough Taoism, so strong that sometimes Li Changsheng can't tell whether it is a dream or reality.

This most unpretentious illusion is also the most unsolvable.

Knowing one's own self but not understanding it is better than all the ways.

"Why!"

A voice came from all directions, the voice was sharp and inexplicably crazy, even Jin Danqi would go crazy on the spot when he heard it.

It is one of the characteristics of great supernatural beings to speak according to the law, and it is also the biggest gain after entering the Tao.

However, being unable to control one's own way is a sign of weakness or lack of skill.

"The body and mind have been burned through by obsession, accepting your own death, why is your life still so strong? This is impossible, this is impossible! You are full, it must be like this!"

He is possessed.

For the first time in 100 years, since falling into this half-dead state, he has been sober for so long. Mo Luo thought this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and if he missed it, he might sink here forever, just like those remains.

It is too stupid for those little guys from outside to regard this special law here as longevity. This is not the so-called longevity at all, and longevity is not simply living a long time.

This is a mass grave, burying the covered up scars of the old times.

The winner is the king, and the loser is the bandit. There is nothing to say. But as long as I still have a breath, I will not give in and try my best to live out the second life.

But this person is too strong! He has been so powerful for 100 years, but he has not broken through the opponent's life. Even in his carefully designed illusion, when the other party gave up his faith and life, and enjoyed the illusory perfection, he failed to kill the other party.

Shock, fear, bewilderment and other emotions all turned into raging fire burning his reason. He didn't have much life left, but his aggressiveness made him crazy.

"Tell me! Why is this happening?"

Li Changsheng did not answer, but asked in a flat tone: "At the end of the River of Forgetfulness, is there a way to bring the dead back to life? You give me the answer, and I will explain it to you."

The manic voice disappeared, and Mo Luo suddenly became normal like a mental patient, saying: "There is reincarnation. I can't be sure about the resurrection of the dead. But in the era when I was alive, reincarnation did exist, and some of the great powers survived. Second."

"Reincarnation?" Li Changsheng thought for a while, "This can be regarded as resurrection, how to reincarnate?"

Mo Luo replied: "I don't know the details. Reincarnation and the underworld are controlled by a group of gods. Some of them are raised by nature, some are made by monks, and some are dissolved by soldiers. No one knows how they do it, but As long as you hold a Yellow Spring Jade Talisman, you can live another life."

"But as far as I know, the success rate of reincarnation is extremely low. The first thing to face is the mystery in the womb. Most of them will get lost here completely, either as animals or as mortals."

This answer didn't make Li Changsheng's mentality show any signs of collapse. He was as calm as ever, and his state of mind was so strong that it was unimaginable.

It is difficult for Mo Luo to imagine how a human being can be affectionate and stick to the state of mind. Logically speaking, the two are in conflict. Love itself represents instability, and passionate people are more likely to fall into demons.

But for Li Changsheng, a slight possibility is enough, just like he started practicing Qi at the age of 80. As long as he has the slightest possibility of cultivating, he will not give up.

Li Changsheng still had neither sadness nor joy on his face, and said, "What do you want to ask?"

"The dream I constructed is the reflection of the inner demon. Li Wuqu is you, and his ambition to level the world is your ambition of cultivation. You gave up your ambition of cultivation, why can't I break your spiritual platform and state of mind?"

Mara asked the first question.

He couldn't understand why a strong man without fighting spirit still had such a tenacious altar and soul.

"I have already seen through your tricks, but I just don't expose them." Li Changsheng replied.

Mo Luo was obviously dissatisfied, and said: "So what if you see through it? Moths are never missing. If you give up the ambition of cultivation, you will give up the Dao Heart."

"My Dao heart has been completed, and I have already won the world."

"..."

After a long time, Mara asked the second question.

"You gave up your life in the end, why did you still resist with thunder?"

"The method of Taoism is profound, and thunder can also be a living being."

If Mo Luo had a complete body at this moment, he would definitely open his mouth wide and his expression would be extremely exciting.

Taoist creatures?

He had never heard that the Taoism he performed would give birth to spirituality. Supernatural powers and spells are consumables when they are used, and they only exist for a moment, so where does the spirituality come from?

Li Changsheng ignored him and turned his eyes away.

"Farewell."

Mo Luo froze for a moment, originally he was already prepared to die completely. No matter how muddle-headed or ugly the loser is, in the end it is because he is not as skilled as others.

He can afford to lose.

But now an unknown fire is igniting ragingly, which is still more intense than Wang Chuan's erosion on him.

"You won't kill me?"

"do you need?"

Li Changsheng left without looking back.

For Mo Luo, this was a life-and-death struggle, but for Li Changsheng, it was just a good psychological comfort.

At least he really became the No. 1 scholar, made great achievements, served the country and the people, and lived up to the teacher's expectations. The point is not merit and fame, but the reward for the dead teacher.

When people mention Li Wuqu, they will know that he has a teacher named Wei.

"Li Changsheng! I will definitely make you fall into demons! Even with this half-crippled body!"

His crazy voice came from behind him, but no matter how he roared, he couldn't make the Taoist turn around, even if he just paused for a moment.

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Modern, Wangchuan.

The three of Li Yi and his party were walking in the River of Forgetfulness. The ghosts and ghosts that were all around had disappeared without a trace. Half of them were blown into flying ash by the thunder, and the other half were just scared away.

As the saying goes, there are many ghosts and ghosts in the yin, and there are no living people in the anode.

It is easy to breed all kinds of ghosts and ghosts here in Wangchuan, which are very rare in the common world, and evil spirits are very common here. For example, ghosts, as long as they are not piled up together, there may not be one dead person in ten thousand.

But there are as many fleas here, hundreds of thousands of them. These are all caused by the huge modern population and the materialistic atmosphere. There is no distinction between good and bad in the pursuit of material, and it all depends on the individual. But during the period, a lot of greed, hatred and ignorance will be produced, and with these messy desires, you will die, and eventually become a ghost in the river of forgetfulness.

"It's weird." The old man was also amazed when he saw this scene, "It is reasonable to say that the modern age is far better than any mortal in the world of practice, why is Wangchuan no different from the previous life?"

There are monsters and ghosts everywhere. If this is merged with reality, I don't know how many lives will be caused.

"For most ordinary people, happiness is a comparison, but the bottom is always the one being compared. The Internet magnifies this comparison. There are a group of people who step on your head to show off to you every day. Ordinary people I can't stand it."

Qiong Yu swayed a pair of short legs, and muttered.

"There is a saying in the old saying of human beings that there is no room for laughter. Thousands of miles of rivers and mountains are written. All resentment comes from injustice, which is an unchangeable objective existence. Over time, society will accumulate huge resentment."

The old man looked in surprise at this slap-sized Heaven and Earth Qingling. He didn't expect that the other party knew so much about human beings.

"Then how to resolve this resentment?"

"I don't know, does Senior Immortal know?"

Qiong Yu turned to ask Li Yi, and he replied without hesitation: "Give money, no matter how much the truth says, it is better to give money. If people are really happy, most of them don't care if you are extravagant or not."

Hearing this, the old man and Qiong Yu suddenly felt that there was no solution to this matter, but they couldn't refute it.

This is just a conversation in their spare time, and they focus more on understanding the changes in the laws around them. Wang Chuan's law is also the same as outside, like a person who has taken off his clothes, generous and generous.

Show them the mysterious and mysterious law to their heart's content.

Qiong Yu stared at it for a long time, her eyes swelled and hurt, she slumped on Li Yi's shoulder and rubbed her eyes.

"Senior Immortal, did you kill Mo Luo in the end?"

"No, my attention was all on reincarnation at that time." Li Yi replied, "But later, we fought against each other again. This time he used the real illusion, and he was completely inferior."

Since the illusion was full of loopholes compared to the reality-based transition, Li Yi was not very impressed.

He only remembered that the other party made a fuss about his experience in practicing medicine, sat and discussed with Dong Yunshu, and then attracted Tianjian.