The Fairy Just Wants To Lie Down

Baishi came over and stretched out his hand to grab Qiong Yu, who gradually regained consciousness as Li Yi withdrew his breath. But still a little confused. Suddenly being picked up, he subconsciously grabbed the bottom of his trousers, and then quickly let go when he realized what he was doing.

The eyes of the two with one body and two souls met.

"Listen to my explanation."

"Stealing cat."

"If you continue to slander me like this, I will be rude to you! My respect for Senior Immortal is like a mighty day, and I have absolutely no intention of doing anything wrong."

"Stealing cat."

"I don't have human organs, neither do I have a body. Lust begins with body hormones, don't you understand that a modern person?"

"Stealing cat."

No matter how Qiong Yu explained it, her only human friend didn't believe her. Fortunately, the immortal looked at him normally, and obviously didn't think about that.

Sure enough, villains and women are difficult to raise.

Due to the presence of outsiders, Baishi picked up the breakfast on the table and returned to the room, starting a day of homework and meditation practice. A qualified monk must meditate for at least 10 hours a day, and he will not be able to relax until the Nascent Soul Stage.

The life of a monk is much more boring than ordinary people imagine. Students can still communicate with their classmates and maintain basic social relations. A monk may not be able to find someone to talk to at the end of the day, and it is day and night when he opens his eyes and closes his eyes.

Although Baishi has a higher starting point than others with Qiong Yu's help, he is not a genius, let alone the kind of god who can grow without meditating.

Qiong Yu separated a clone to coax the opponent, and returned to Li Yi's shoulder in the blink of an eye.

At this time, the living room was dead silent, and the monk who had just arrived here had the same expression on his face as when he found out that his memory was incomplete not long ago.

"Senior Immortal, could it be that the Dao of Heaven erased our memory?"

Qiong Yu couldn't help guessing that in this world that can do this, there is probably only the way of heaven.

Li Yidao: "The power of Heaven is mysterious and unpredictable. Maybe he really has this ability, but I don't think he needs it. Little Qiongyu, what is Heaven you know?"

"A kind of supreme will, the incarnation of Dao." Qiong Yu replied without thinking. "During the ancient times, at least the spirits of heaven and earth like me learned the way of heaven. All spells and cognition are obeyed by heaven."

"Then our definition of the way of heaven is different. The way of heaven we know is heaven and earth."

Whether it's Li Changsheng's own perception of heaven and earth, or the records of various practice books, he doesn't think the way of heaven is a specific existence.

"It's useless to argue about these things. The laws of heaven and earth are constantly evolving. Perhaps in ancient times, the Dao of Heaven really had self-awareness."

Li Yi shook his head, turned to look at Du Can and said: "I need your memory, that is, to enter your altar, and I promise not to read your other memories. But if you mind, you can take out that part of your memory yourself. "

Searching for souls is an evil method, and Li Yi will not use it unless necessary. Not to mention using it on those around him, even if he is sure that it won't hurt his soul at all. Because too much understanding will lead to the breakdown of the relationship, and it is also a disrespect for those close to you.

This is like reading your mind. When there is someone around you who can know what you think in your heart anytime, anywhere, then most people will inevitably have instinctive resistance and alienation.

People always need some privacy.

Du Can nodded without hesitation and said: "The poor monk has a clear conscience all his life. The immortal can look it up at will, as long as it can relieve your worries."

It is extremely dangerous to hand over one's own memory to others, as this will allow others to understand one's weaknesses and roots, and even reveal one's skills. But if it is for your own fairy to see, then there is no problem.

He took two steps forward and stood in front of Li Yi, only to see that the other party stretched out his index finger and tapped the center of his eyebrows. In an instant, he lost control of his body, and felt his world spinning for a while.

When he came back to his senses, he was already in his altar, and there was a giant standing in front of him, a giant whose face could not be seen at a glance.

The giant just passed by, and turned into an ordinary Taoist in Tsing Yi in an instant.

The face is different from the outside world, it is the original appearance of the immortals in the past life, and the appearance of the living immortal Li Changsheng.

Du Can blinked and muttered to himself: Am I dazzled?

How could a person's soul appear so huge. This is my spiritual altar, everything was born for me, so I shouldn't consider myself an ant.

Qiong Yu also came in and looked around. Observing the size and breath of the Lingtai, it can be judged that this person's Taoism should be in the Nascent Soul stage. Out of taboo and politeness, she didn't go deeper, otherwise it would not be impossible for the opponent's exercises to be dug out.

This is why Lingtai has always been a forbidden place for monks.

"Also ask the immortal senior to check it out."

Du Can slightly opened his arms, the altar trembled, and the starlight composed of memory floated in the void like stars. If you use an optical microscope to observe, you can see countless pictures when you magnify thousands of times.

Li Yi stretched out his hand to grab it, and a little bit of starlight fell into his hand, and the surrounding environment began to undergo earth-shaking changes.

Moon Palace, Guanghan Banquet, hundreds of thousands of monks gathered together.

Qiong Yu looked at Guanghan Banquet in amazement, it was the first time she had seen so many monks, even in ancient times it was difficult to gather so many people at once.

"Senior Immortal, the plates are piled up like a mountain. Is there so much food for you to eat and drink in the Immortal Age?"

The demon sage Tiger Zun as big as a small hill in the distance eats Haisai, hundreds of thousands of people under the Moon Palace each eat at least two catties of meat, plus all kinds of drinks and vegetables, this meal requires at least a thousand tons of grain . The world of practice is an ancient society, and although its productivity is higher than that of the world without aura, it is not so exaggerated that it casually takes out thousands of tons of food to eat and drink.

Moreover, these foods are not all rice noodles, but various meat dishes.

"It's too wasteful, too wasteful, the tributes I have received for tens of thousands of years are not as much as your meal."

Du Can said: "Amitabha, fellow Taoists don't know that this is a kind deed of an immortal."

"A good deed?" Qiong Yu was puzzled, wondering how a monk could do good deeds after eating so much grain.

You must know that in the ancient times, practitioners would not eat so many grains, after all, mortals also have to eat. If they eat so much, they will not be able to improve their cultivation, and they will have to spend time practicing. It is better to feed humans or other races with so much food than to eat it ourselves.

Five grains are not precious, but a thousand tons of five grains are very precious.

In conversion, it can feed 660,000 people, and it would not be a problem to eat a little less than 1 million people.

"Every ten years, the Guanghan Banquet needs to search for food from more than a dozen dynasties in Kyushu, and these foods are bought with spirit stones. 10% of the spirit stones are given to the dynasty, and the remaining 90% are shared by ordinary people. Where is the disaster? It can be used to hire monks."

With a little pride in Du Can's words, he said: "Although there are often incidents of corruption, the spiritual library can guarantee to hire a large number of monks to save people in the event of a catastrophe. Before the launch of the spiritual library, disaster relief monks can only count on one palace and two schools. After the launch of the spiritual library, there will be a catastrophe, and monks from all over the world will flock to it."

The prosperity of the world is all for profit, and the world is for profit.

It is difficult to fill the world with good people purely by force of slogans, but if being good can benefit, then the whole world will be full of good people.

The friendliness of immortal monks to mortals is based on their material foundation, and it is also created by immortals.

It's a pity that mediocre people don't understand the merits of immortals, thinking that immortals are extravagant and wasteful. But without these spirit stones, would they be willing to save the world? They just want to get something for nothing, occupy the spirit stone and plunder the world.

Du Can has been overseas, where it is said to be a land of fish and water without the rule of immortals.

But most people who go overseas are the last "thousands of people", not the ones who have no one to suppress them.

Qiong Yu scratched her head, although she was puzzled in her heart, but she also knew that the way of immortality was too different in their era and could not be viewed with common sense.

Just flattering the immortal: "If the senior immortal is here, there will be Qingtian!"

The two of you said something to each other, as if it was almost turning into a fan meeting of divorced fanatics. The master's face didn't change too much, and he carefully observed every inch of the memory.

If there is a state of mind, Li Yi has already reached the nameless sage. The so-called nameless means being famous but forgetting his name. No matter how good the reputation is, it is also given by others, not the intention of the self, not the ability of the self.

The surrounding environment accelerated slightly, the memory flowed quickly, and the two stopped talking.

first act.

On the way back to the Zongmen, Du Shi silently recited Lin Zijue.

second act.

Du Can went to ask the teacher, and what he heard outside the door was not the sound of chanting, but the repeated Linzijue.

In the third act, the screen was frozen in place, the surroundings were filled with chaos and darkness, and distorted colors flashed from time to time.

It was like a TV with a bad signal when I was a child, it was blank, and a few pictures flashed from time to time.

Li Yi could see wisps of gray air, piercing into the Lingtai like silk threads. He tapped lightly with his fingertips, and the waves created made all the gray air appear, and the aura emanating from it was creepy.

Du Can's eyes widened and he didn't understand that there was such a thing in his spiritual altar, so he couldn't help asking: "Immortal, what is this?"

"I don't know, there is a little causal shielding breath, and it looks like a secret, but it doesn't look like it."

Li Yi peeled off the gray fog lightly, saying that he didn't know, but these unknown forces couldn't restrict it in any way.

All powerlessness is lack of ability.

The picture became clear again, and everyone was in an ancient temple in a blink of an eye.

Chatting around the fire at night, Du Shi was hidden in the half shadow, and the candlelight shone on his skinny palms. At some point, the monk in his prime had become so thin.

Li Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, as if the monk looked very old in this life.

You must know that he was a jade-faced monk back then, which attracted many people to show their love, including even monsters. Although Dushi is not a person who likes to look good, why does he deliberately continue to maintain his old look?

Phase is born from the heart, withered, rotten wood.

The monk's heart died, and the person began to decay, and finally died.

Du Shi's voice was hoarse, with a little sadness: "Since you are a fairy, why do you need a Buddha?"