Xiao Ran Look through Origin Returning Art, it has more than 5,000 words, and every sentence has detailed annotations.
There is more than one person who wrote the annotation. Judging from the name, there are monks, Daoists and laymen. It can be said that Origin Returning Art has been analyzed thoroughly. The person who created the practice will not be so comprehensive.
Born Spirit Eyes, his cultivation talent is second only to Heavenly Spirit Root. He recited Xiao Ran twice and then tried to practice.
Sensing the meager spiritual energy between heaven and earth, running along the meridians, it was refined into Mana and gathered in Dantian.
At the end of a week, half an hour has passed since I woke up from practice.
Mobilizing a few strands of Mana in Dantian is completely different from the martial arts energy and blood. Xiao Ran's mind is like a turbulent sea.
"Is this cultivating immortality?"
"Yes, this is cultivating immortality."
Zhou Yi couldn't help but admire, there really is no comparison between people, no wonder Path of Immortality has the most important qualification in the sect.
The mind can be tempered and evil thoughts can be overcome, but the talent given by God cannot be changed.
Cultivation World Those monks with low spiritual roots who counterattack have either an incomprehensible understanding, a monster-like mind, or amazing luck, which is not universal.
Xiao Ran tried hard to calm down, but the chat group I joined when I was in the second year of middle school actually got mixed up with real immortals.
"True Lord, why did you send me Immortal Techniques?"
"Pindao looks quite pleasing to the eye, and it's because your surname is Xiao."
Zhou Yi asked, "Do you know the story of Dao Lord Xuanxiao's defeat of the devil?"
Xiao Ran nodded and said, "According to the records of the Daoist sages, Dao Lord Xuanxiao fought tooth and nail to kill two world-destroying demons in order to save the world, and was finally transformed into an ascension by the incense of all people!"
"Xuanxiao also has the surname Xiao. I hope you can be like Daojun."
Zhou Yi said, "Pindao has never been a good person, but he has always believed that good deeds will be rewarded!"
Xiao Ran looked solemn, bowed and saluted.
"We will definitely live up to True Lord's expectations!"
"You can try to contact Li Chao, who is Li Heavenly King in the chat group."
Zhou Yi reminded, "He is an expert in martial arts and has a jealous temper. A few days ago, he had three of his legs broken when a powerful man molested a young girl. He is wanted on patrol."
Xiao Ran nodded first, then said depressedly, "Why is this happening again?"
"Probably because too many things happen, everyone will encounter one or two, and most of them just turn a blind eye and pass by."
Zhou Yi saw Xiao Ran's expression of disbelief, and counted with his fingers for a moment. In fact, Divine Sense swept dozens of miles around.
"In the back garden of Yongxing Ward and Chen Estate in the north, a young man kidnapped a drunk girl and went back. The poor man cut off the water in his kidneys. You can go and take a look now!"
"Okay."
Xiao Ran looked through the book Origin Returning Art, and among the spells in the appendix at the back, he picked Transformation Art.
Mana operates, the muscles and bones shrink rapidly, turning into a five-foot-tall dwarf, leaping and disappearing into the night.
"Alas..."
Zhou Yi shook his head and sighed. The woman in Divine Sense was dead, and the person in Chen Estate was being buried in the back garden.
Cultivation World The higher the level of the monk, the easier it is to fall into the devil's path, among which Divine Sense is one of the important factors. I have seen too much darkness in the world. It is like staring into the abyss all the time, and one day I will merge into it.
"No wonder they are cultivating in deep mountains and old forests. The benefits are not just spiritual energy."
Zhou Yi recited the Pure Heart Mantra silently and continued to write and draw on the paper. Divine Sense could lock Xiao Ran's whereabouts at any time.
Half an hour later.
Xiao Ran broke into Chen Estate, beat the murderer to death, and fled with the woman's body in a hail of bullets.
Today Chen Estate's guard's marksmanship is a bit off, but all of them have become stroke masters!
The end of the year is here in a blink of an eye.
Zhuangyuan Street The flow of people has increased significantly, and the deserted pawn shop has a few more tourists.
Formation Restriction can only shift his gaze slightly. It's not that he can't distort people's consciousness. It's just that you are the only one in the busy street who is empty, but you have become the most conspicuous one.
Tourists walked into the pawn shop and found that it was empty with only the counter and Daoist priests, which was no more interesting than the antique shop next to it.
For example, last week's bronze tripod, the bicycle ridden by the Holy Emperor, the relics of Buddhist monks, and the porcelain bottles with beautiful patterns. Even if you know they are fake, you will still spend money to have fun when you go out to play.
"We have guests today."
Zhou Yi calculated with his fingers and decided to comply with public opinion, and put a shelf in front of the counter.
Most of the shelves contain Buddhist and Daoist books, and occasionally there are copper tripods and porcelain vases made at random. They are arranged according to mysterious rules, making the shop look antique.
The hustle and bustle of the day died down.
Night falls.
Zhou Yi The fingertips were shining with fire, and the fine iron was carved into the shape of a mobile phone. After a moment of thinking, it was refined into a ring.
"The monks don't need to look at the mobile phone screen. They can completely replace their eyes with Mana and Divine Sense. Just like using the Mystic Item storage device, they can send text messages as soon as they think..."
After more than half a year of understanding, Zhou Yi translated the mobile phone system one by one, and finally replaced all of them with forbidden textures, and is refining the first mobile phone Mystic Item.
At this time.
An old man in a long gown with a white beard came in from the door. His eyes were a little dazed. He sat across from the counter and watched Zhou Yi cast a spell.
"Are you a god?"
"No."
Zhou Yi said, "But you are indeed a ghost!"
"Ghost? So I'm a ghost!"
The old man looked into Zhou Yi's eyes, like a whirlpool, with images of his life constantly emerging. He saw two consecutive days and two nights of surgery, lying in the corner and dying in a deep sleep.
There is no pain and no consciousness.
"My original name is Liu Hong. Why did I turn into a ghost? And why are I here?"
"There are many reasons why people die and become ghosts. Most of them are obsessions. For example, you are still thinking about the patient."
Zhou Yi explained, "Pindao has seen a lot of darkness in recent days. I wanted to find a kind person to talk to and neutralize the depression to avoid giving birth to inner demons, so you came!"
This is just an excuse. A mere golden elixir cannot make your wishes come true. The real reason is still attracted by spiritual energy.
Zhou Yi practices sect secrets to imprison Mana in his body. However, the spiritual energy gap between Golden Core True Lord and Mofa Juese is too big. No matter how they are banned, some of them will naturally escape.
Where True Lord is, it has become a spiritual mountain blessed land, and its aura is even richer than the core of the spiritual veins today.
Liu Hong was silent for a long time, unable to understand what the Daoist priest said, and just thought it was a strange person acting strangely.
During his lifetime, he was a well-known doctor in the industry and had believed in birth, old age, illness and death for decades. Suddenly he discovered the mystery of the soul and almost had the urge to dissect himself.
"So what should I talk to you about?"
"Anything, such as medicine, Pindao is also quite proficient in it..."
When Zhou Yi was talking, his phone made a beeping sound, and he made a gesture of sorry for waiting. When he opened the cloud chat message, a beautiful woman's profile picture was flashing.
Game, 36C, enthusiasm, 25, No. 9: "Brother White Dragon, please help me score!"
Zhou Yi glanced at the lengthy note and immediately knew who the other party was. He replied without changing his face, "There are customers in the store today. I will take you to the emperor tomorrow."
Number 9 sent a voice message: "White Dragon brother, I need it now."
Pictures, pictures, pictures.
Liu Hong was dumbfounded. The Daoist priest's mysterious and immortal energy collapsed in front of him, and he instantly fell into a secular mortal. He lost all fear in his heart and said meaningfully.
"According to my many years of medical experience, either the photo is fake or the appearance is fake!"
"Ahem, cough, cough, just be happy, don't be too serious."
Zhou Yi's face was reddish, and he turned his cell phone upside down on the counter. In fact, he changed it to Divine Sense to chat with No. 9.
"Understand, understand."
Liu Hong kept winking and winking. He just thought it was quite interesting. Looking back on the anecdotes he had heard during his lifetime, there might be existences like Daoist priests.
"Let's talk about medicine!"
Then Zhou Yi and Liu Hong discussed medicine, from modern times to ancient times, from the body to the soul.
One is an old geek with extensive knowledge of the past and the present, and the other is a new geek with superb medical skills. They can argue for half a night with just four words: "Medicine and save people." Before you know it, it will be dark.
Middle of the night nonsense.
"Old Liu, how about you stay a few more nights?"
Zhou Yi said, "Pindao once read an ancient book written by a famous doctor from Daqian. It contained more than a dozen lost secret recipes."
"I'll go see my son before dawn so that I can enter reincarnation earlier. Maybe I can see my wife who passed away the year before last."
Liu Hong shook his head and refused, with a calm expression. "Before death... no, meeting the Daoist priest after death can be considered an adventure!"
Saying goodbye, he bowed his hands and left the pawn shop.
Zhou Yi pinched the secret technique of Buddhism's reincarnation with his hands, and a little mysterious light fell into Liu Hong's body. In the next life, he may be able to break through the mystery in the womb and inherit his wisdom.
The secrets of Buddhism are even weirder than those of magic. Zhou Yi can't say for sure what the specific effects will be.
According to records in Buddhist classics, eminent monks with countless good deeds during their lifetimes seem to be more likely to awaken to the wisdom of the past, and the Unseen corresponds to merit and good rewards.
"Buddhist scriptures and techniques are covered by clouds and mountains, and I am not afraid that future generations will learn them incorrectly and fall into the devil's path!"
Zhou Yi spit hard, Divine Sense sensed the spiritual energy near Execution Grounds, which was so thin that it was almost undetectable. However, without the monks' refining consumption, it would one day cover the whole city.
"Old Liu's obsession was not deep, and he actually became a ghost. It was only a few years ago from Hundred Ghosts Night Parade..."
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