The system, as before, ignored Wang Ping at all.
After asking for a long time to no avail, Wang Ping gave up in frustration. His system was a boring gourd type.
"Styx, still haven't met Ksitigarbha?"
Without thinking about the cause and effect of marriage, Wang Ping looked at Ancestor Styx beside him.
At this moment, Ancestor Minghe was looking at Wang Ping with a confused look on his face. Seeing Wang Ping's expression constantly changing, Ancestor Minghe was a little confused as to what was going on.
Brother, isn't it because he sneezed a few times just now? Why doesn't his face look very good?
"No, I asked about him when I went to listen to the sermon, and there was no such person."
After hearing Wang Ping's question, Ancestor Minghe replied.
Wang Ping nodded: "Okay, it seems that the time is not right."
"Brother, can you tell me, what exactly is this guy going to do, and what will he do to me in the future?"
Ancestor Styx asked as he looked at Wang Ping strangely.
Wang Ping shook his head: "I can't tell you this now. You will know it sooner or later. Don't worry. If you have nothing to do then, big brother will help you."
I don’t know who Ksitigarbha was deceived, but he insisted on coming to the Blood Sea of Styx to transform the Asura clan created by the ancestor of Styx.
But because Buddhism inherently suppresses the skills of Patriarch Styx, Patriarch Styx has nothing to do with this guy.
Just because Ksitigarbha is in the underworld, the Asura clan has never developed.
Compared to the Lich and Lich clans, the Asura clan is just a small force.
Even the human race that emerged later was far from comparable to the Asura race.
"Okay, when that guy comes, I will notify my brother as soon as possible."
Ancestor Styx nodded and didn’t ask why Wang Ping didn’t tell him.
Wang Ping was very satisfied with the straightforwardness of the Ancestor Minghe. He was worthy of being the ancestor of his clan.
"If nothing happens, brother, I will leave first. After that, everyone will become saints one after another. You should study more about their methods of becoming saints."
Wang Ping smiled and said goodbye to Ancestor Minghe.
Ancestor Minghe nodded thoughtfully and sent Wang Ping away.
After leaving the sea of blood, Wang Ping wandered aimlessly.
Wang Ping fell into deep thought on the question of how to collect all kinds of spiritual blood.
"It seems we have to go to the demon clan."
His eyes flashed, and Wang Ping had an idea.
Donghuang Taiyi established the Demon Court, which contains various monsters that survived the ancient times, and there is no shortage of spiritual blood.
On the contrary, the Witch Clan has the same bloodline, so it is useless to take too much.
It's just that the Demon Court hasn't been established yet, so I'm not in a hurry to go.
"It is detected that Nuwa is looking for an opportunity to become a saint, please choose."
"One, if you don't participate, you will be rewarded with a set of plum blossom darts."
"Two, guide Nuwa to create a human race and reward the soul with the method of leaving the body."
While Wang Ping was pondering where to go, a systematic voice emerged in his head.
Wang Ping was stunned for a moment, his eyes lit up slightly.
Is it time for Nuwa to create humans? Time is not going fast or slow!
When he first came to Honghuang, Wang Ping naturally felt that time passed very slowly and was very difficult.
But once you get used to it, you realize that time actually flies by.
For example, when I go to Zixiao Palace to listen to a sermon, it feels like only three moments have passed.
Although the system task has appeared, Nuwa's creation of human beings obviously did not happen in a day or two.
For example, now, Wang Ping asked the system for a long time where Nuwa was, but the system didn't give him any clues.
Wang Ping was speechless and could only sit on his gourd and wander around aimlessly.
Time is long, Wang Ping has been wandering around for hundreds of years.
In the past few hundred years, Nuwa has not found any, but she has obtained hundreds of kinds of spiritual blood.
"Old Hong, Brother Ping, I wasted my time and my youth to save you. Please tell me how you plan to repay me!"
On the gourd, Wang Ping sat astride it, talking to Patriarch Hongyun who was inside the Nine-Nine Soul Gourd in his hand.
Ancestor Hongyun, who had been silent for a while, said: "I will never thank you for your kindness. If Brother Ping doesn't give up, I'm willing to work as a cow or a horse for you, as a slave or a maid."
"Go away, what are you talking about? Is my brother Ping like that? I'm just joking with you, you guy."
Wang Ping cursed angrily and said speechlessly.
Ancestor Hongyun asked: "How about letting Zhen Yuanzi pledge his body to me?"
"What, what did you say?"
The confused Wang Ping asked Patriarch Hongyun uncertainly.
Ancestor Hongyun laughed and said: "Nothing, I said the weather is good today."
"Ah, you bad old man is very bad. Okay, Lao Hong, do you dare to make fun of me, Brother Ping?"
Wang Ping cursed angrily, having already realized what Patriarch Hongyun meant just now.
After laughing for a while, when passing by a river, a figure attracted Wang Ping's attention.
A closer look revealed that she was not the Nuwa whom he had been searching for for hundreds of years but could not find.
Although Nuwa had her own cave, in order to find the opportunity to become a saint as Hongjun said, Nuwa hardly stayed in the cave.
Wang Ping came to look for her more than a hundred years ago, but Nuwa didn't find her, so she had a fight with Fuxi, a stubborn guy.
Needless to say, the result was that Wang Ping finally exhausted Fuxi and gave Fuxi a good beating.
"Miss Nuwa, I worked so hard to find you!"
After confirming that it was Nuwa, Wang Ping shouted and drove the gourd to the river.
Hearing the voice, Nuwa Yiyan thought that unlike before, Nuwa did not show the shyness she had shown before when hearing this title.
Wang Ping frowned and chopped off the three corpses. Are the sequelae beginning to show?
In Wang Ping's view, the so-called killing of three corpses means cutting off one's own emotions and turning oneself into a cold, indifferent robot.
Such a being considers things only from his own perspective and from the perspective of interests.
"Fellow Taoist, is something wrong?"
Looking at Wang Ping, Nuwa's eyes flashed slightly and her tone was low.
Wang Ping raised his brows slightly and said, "What do you mean, will I not be able to come to you if nothing happens?"
"It's impossible for us. You'd better not have any unrealistic thoughts, even though your status is very noble."
Shaking her head, Nuwa looked directly at Wang Ping.
Wang Ping was amused and said with a smile: "My sister, are you overthinking? Did those two fools Fuxi say something?"
"It has nothing to do with him. Since I am the teacher's disciple, I should uphold the teacher's wishes and become a saint. I have no other thoughts except becoming a saint."
Nuwa replied calmly, her tone calm, as if she was describing an ordinary thing.
Seeing such an expression in Wang Ping's eyes, Wang Ping frowned even more tightly.
He suddenly missed the Nuwa who used to blush whenever he teased her.
"This method of killing three corpses is very harmful!"
Wang Ping felt a little dissatisfied. He beheaded three corpses and his whole personality changed drastically. Is this still the same person?
As thoughts flashed through his mind, Wang Ping decided to tease Nuwa again to see if the so-called method of killing three corpses was really irreversible.
How can a person cut off the good and evil things in his nature and just separate them into his clone?
After cutting out the three corpses of good, evil, and obsession, and then uniting them into one, the final clone of the three corpses should be sealed as expected.
If you put it this way, this method of killing three corpses is not entirely unsolvable.
Wang Ping still has to do some research to get an accurate answer as to what the specific situation is.
