Chen Yi put on his usual light smile that made people feel like spring breeze, but did not explain it.
It doesn't make sense.
Besides, even with the old Buddha's level, he couldn't understand even if he explained it.
The divisions between small realms are in vain for him. When he kills mortals, he is infinitely close to transforming into a god. When he becomes a god, he is infinitely close to transcending the tribulation and shattering the void.
Others practice.
He must first break through the realm and then realize the Tao. However, his sword tradition has reached its end, and the ultimate of the sword is within reach. Naturally, there is no such thing as enlightenment.
To use an analogy.
The realm is compared to a vessel, and the water in the vessel represents combat power.
Normally speaking.
Cultivation means that a monk takes a vessel to collect water and accumulates a small amount into a large amount. The more water, the higher the combat power. When it overflows, it is a bottleneck and an opportunity to break through. This is the limit.
Every time you change the vessel, you have to keep getting more water.
There is never enough water.
And he is a clear spring that can't be seen to the edge and never bottoms out. How much true combat power can be exerted depends entirely on how much this container can hold.
His own water storage capacity has long exceeded the carrying capacity of the vessel, and the vessel is too small to hold him. Unless one day, a piece of heaven and earth can carry him, maybe it can.
Fortunately, Lao Fo's major was not swordsmanship, otherwise the suppression he would have suffered would have been even more terrifying.
"Your Excellency...what do you want to know?"
Seeing that Chen Yi didn't want to say more, Old Buddha didn't ask any more questions. He was always very knowledgeable.
"Not urgent."
At this moment, Chen Yi was no longer in a hurry to ask. He helped the old Buddha up and said calmly: "Actually, we have a common enemy and we can cooperate."
The world of adults is complex, and allies and opponents are often just one thought away.
Apart from issues of principle, there is almost nothing that cannot be discussed.
Although he will have a battle with the underworld sooner or later, Lingshan is now powerful, and both sides want to overthrow the rule of the Three Buddhas. They have the same goal, so they are temporary friends.
"Your Mightiness…"
The old Buddha, who is known as the "Lingshan Think Tank", naturally understood everything and bowed without hesitation: "If I can establish friendship with you, I would be honored."
"ha."
Chen Yi chuckled lightly and patted him on the shoulder. Then, the two of them exchanged tokens of communication and ended the topic tacitly, as if nothing had happened.
Today we simply convey an intention to cooperate to the other party and the being behind it. We will discuss the specific method of cooperation in detail in the future when we have time.
after all.
Regarding the ownership of destiny, it cannot be finalized in a few words.
"Back to business."
Chen Yi’s talk show:
"Let me ask you, do you know who in the underworld has Rakshasa blood in their hands?"
He wanted to find out about the mysterious person that Xue Fengdao, the master of the Demon Sealing Hall, had secretly contacted during the Chen Yi era. Qianye said that the other person was a monk and came from below.
The old Buddha in front of him also came from below, so he might know some inside information.
"Rakshasa blood?"
Hear the words.
The old Buddha in black was stunned for a moment, and then said without thinking: "Impossible, Rakshasa is a powerful clan in the underworld, and they are extremely strict in protecting their own bloodline."
"In order to ensure the purity of their blood, they prohibit intermarriage between tribesmen and foreigners."
"Even if a clan member dies in battle, the clan elders will use secret methods to locate the coordinates and collect their bodies. It is basically unrealistic for outsiders to obtain Rakshasa blood."
Surprised!
Chen Yi's eyebrows were slightly furrowed and he tentatively said:
"Is there no way for it to spread?"
The old Buddha shook his head and said decisively:
"At least in my mind, no."
"That's weird."
Chen Yi thought for a moment and then asked:
"What if a human monk forcibly fuses Rakshasa blood with him? Will he become a Rakshasa? Or will he trigger the self-destruction mechanism?"
In the demon clan.
The bloodlines of some ancient alien species are equipped with bloodline seals, which are a type of shackles of heaven. Their origins can be traced back to the barbaric wilderness.
Such as Beihuang.
This method will not have any adverse effects on the descendants. It doesn't matter if foreigners get the blood and use it to make elixirs for medicine or extract energy to boost their cultivation.
But if a monk attempts to use Phoenix blood to assimilate himself into the Phoenix clan, the self-destruction mechanism will be triggered, and the blood will bite back and drag him to death.
That's what Chen Yi thought.
While searching for Qianye's soul, he had seen that the monks who tried to refine Rakshasa's blood all ended up extremely miserable, as if they had experienced inhuman torture.
It is very consistent with the situation where the self-destruct mechanism is triggered.
And here's the problem: Xue Fengdao is not a fool, and he will never use elites for experiments. The mice are ordinary monks, and there is no reason to break the blood seal.
so.
Is there a possibility that the gift that the monk paid tribute to him on the day he ascended to the throne was not pure, or... it was not Rakshasa blood at all!
