The old ghost had an idea and began to write smoothly, but he did not notice that above him, a small black face was looking down from the beam, looking at the old ghost's book with bright eyes.
"But I saw the crocodile demon king flying out of the water and heading straight for the train. When the little loach opened its eyes, it was really a ferocious beast: its whole body was as black as raw charcoal, without any motley color, from head to tail, It's a hundred feet long, screams and roars, and has an attitude that frightens everyone..."
Qiu Ping looked up and looked out the window again, only to see a large shadow covering the sky and suppressing the earth.
A huge black crocodile swooped towards the baggage train with black mist flying underneath it and a fierce aura surrounding it.
Over the past few days, everyone in the baggage team has almost become accustomed to such days, with demon kings attacking them every now and then.
Although they couldn't defeat them, they also knew that the gods enshrined on the ship seemed to be very capable of defeating them. Although the process would be more thrilling, they would all be safe in the end.
"Please raise the lord to take action!"
The door of the cabin was pushed open, and the escort of the train this time, the Confucian-shirted young man, walked into the cabin, respectfully placed three sticks of incense in front of the statue of Qiu Ping, and asked the gods to take action.
He was originally quite dissatisfied with the current dynasty's behavior of asking gods and divination, and felt that the country should be governed by Confucianism and Legalism. Even at first, he frowned at the placement of idols in the baggage train and couldn't stand it.
But as terrifying demons and monsters appeared one after another along the way, they simply silenced him.
He was even thinking seriously about a question: How could the outside world be so dangerous? How do people outside survive to this day?
Now that he encounters a crisis, he has developed the habit of moving rescue troops as soon as possible.
Qiu Ping's body swayed and he appeared in the void. He waved his hand, and a space crack as thin as a hair appeared and spread hundreds of feet.
Before the huge crocodile demon king could open his mouth, black lines spread out from his body, and then he was cut in two.
A wisp of illusory soul was about to escape. Qiu Ping stretched out his hand, and the surrounding void turned into an ocean, directly gathering it.
A few times the bright moon rises from Hundong, and his soul is wiped out.
As the spirit of the Crocodile Demon King dissipated, Qiu Ping felt a sense of relief in his body and mind. His mind was clear, and the sense of depression that was always surrounded by disasters was also dissipated.
Qiu Ping has been in the Yuanshen realm for three months, and he also knows some of the characteristics of the Yuanshen realm.
In the Yuanshen realm, the most important thing is to accumulate merit and overcome tribulations. Every time you survive a major disaster, your body will become purer inside and outside, and your strength will increase significantly.
And every time you accumulate a little merit, the disaster will be reduced a little, and even if a disaster comes, it will not be so difficult to deal with.
Over the past few days, Qiu Ping has dealt with too many demon king-level beings, and he has accumulated a lot of merit.
Speaking of which, these demon kings are really embarrassing.
Most of them did not have a formal inheritance, and basically relied on their bloodline talents and some coincidences to barely reach the level of ancestor gods.
This results in them having immortal-level physiques, pure flesh and blood, long lifespans, and even strong souls that can escape and travel without restraint.
But what is embarrassing is that their potential has reached its limit at this point.
Because they lack enough inheritance, they have almost no magical powers, spells, and treasures that should be at the immortal level. And at their level, they don't have access to realm treasures, so it's difficult for them to understand the way of space.
Facing Qiu Ping's space attack, they had no means of counterattack other than being a living target.
Qiu Ping returned in a breath. After understanding the flaws of these demon kings, it was already very easy for him to deal with them again.
"This...is it over?"
The old ghost stared blankly at the book. In his description, the two fought so hard that the ice in the Raging Dragon River was shattered.
But the battle for Little Loach ended too quickly, causing the words in his book to keep changing, and the chapters that he had been writing about for a long time suddenly disappeared.
"Every day..."
The old ghost bit his brush and was about to change the plot.
But suddenly, his eyes blurred and the book in his hand disappeared.
Then he saw Little Loach playing with the booklet in his hand.
"Aha, it turns out there is such a fun thing. You didn't tell me last time, so I almost missed it."
Qiu Ping turned the book over and over in his hands, his face full of surprise.
The old ghost had let him read this book before, saying it was to pass the time, but he didn't expect that there was something mysterious in this book.
"It's just a trail. It's not worth mentioning. It's not worth mentioning."
The old ghost didn't panic when he saw that he had been discovered. This way of weaving destiny would be impossible for outsiders to write unless they understood the laws related to fate and cause and effect.
Moreover, if this little loach can really write a book, he will be happy.
There are very few successors in their line, and he has not found a successor yet.
"Old ghost, can you write me better? For example, if I take just two steps, I will encounter an opportunity. If a big shot sees me, he will be surprised by my bones and want to give me a treasure?"
Qiu Ping blinked and looked at the old ghost expectantly.
"Well... of course it's possible."
The old ghost originally wanted to veto it outright. If there was such a good thing, I would have used it myself. Why is it your turn?
Destiny weaving also pays attention to the basic method, which does not mean that you can write whatever you want.
Reality does not require logic, but destiny does. This requires you to constantly sort out the relationship lines and arrange appropriate plots for different people based on their different personalities.
Then gently push the fates at a certain node to arrange them according to your expectations.
If something unexpected happens, you will need to spend extra luck to make modifications and adjustments.
But at the end he changed the subject.
"Really!"
The little loach's eyes suddenly glowed, and countless gift lists suddenly appeared in his head.
At this moment, the old ghost is his humanoid wishing machine!
I want lots and lots of spiritual fruits, lots and lots of shiny treasures, and yes, I want a super big mud pond, just like the mud pond I encountered in Mirage!
"But...writing such a plot requires luck. The more luck I get, the more room I can write." The old ghost looked at the little loach and said slowly.
"Then how should we obtain luck?"
Qiu Ping was asking for advice seriously. He felt that the old ghost's magical power was so amazing. If he could learn it, wouldn't he get whatever he wanted?
"Hahaha, the so-called luck is the power of gathering people. This crowd refers to the three talents of heaven, earth and people. Whether it is innate origin, one's own practice, property, or connections, they can all be turned into part of luck."
"Just like when a person's strength is low, it is difficult to solve problems, but maybe one day when his strength improves or he gets to know someone big, things can be solved easily."
"Although luck cannot be touched or seen, it does exist."
The old ghost and Qiu Ping explained about luck. Although Qiu Ping didn't understand much, he had a vague impression.
Generally speaking, luck is divided into three levels.
Luck of heaven, earth and people.
Destiny is an innate blessing that is extremely difficult to change, including a person's origin and the level of his or her innate blessings, which are all related to destiny.
Some people are born noble and have outstanding talents, which means they have excellent luck.
The luck of the land is the charm of the family. The environment a person lives in, the feng shui of the family and even the quality of the family tradition will determine the level of earthly luck.
As for people's luck, it is a destiny that most people can control by themselves.
Examining oneself, clarifying oneself, and taking the initiative to make amends, or reading, practicing martial arts, spiritual cultivation, or even making connections are all ways to cultivate one's destiny.
"Stop, stop, don't talk so much, I just want to ask how to get this thing."
Qiu Ping looked at the old ghost and talked so much that he felt a little sleepy.
"If ordinary people get luck, they can only practice hard and improve their strength. When the strength is high, the luck will naturally be thicker. But luck comes too slowly and is tied to one's own practice. If it is wasted in vain, something unexpected may happen. .”
"Therefore, in my sect, there is a method of "stealing life". I take the luck of outsiders and use it as ink. As long as the ink keeps flowing, I can write destiny and cause and effect at will."
The old ghost looked at Qiu Ping and continued.
"Tell the important point."
The corner of Qiu Ping's mouth twitched. This old ghost has been talking for a long time and he still doesn't understand. This understanding is really annoying.
"Ahem, cough, cough, naturally I will arrange some plots for the protagonist of the story that will damage his luck. As long as the actual situation is consistent with the plot I wrote, I will be able to steal his luck."
"Then we use his luck as ink to write whatever we want at that time."
At this moment, the old ghost is like an old silver coin coaxing a child, luring the little loach bit by bit to take the bait.
Little Loach's heart beat unsatisfactorily, and the gift list appeared in his head again. When the time comes, is it better to put all the spiritual fruits or all the spiritual minerals in that muddy pond?
It’s really hard to choose, let him write two muddy ponds, one for spiritual fruits and one for spiritual mines.
Little Loach even thought about the sentence structure, so he wrote: There are two ponds in front of my house, one is a mud pond, the other is also a mud pond...
"How's it going? Have you done anything yet?"
The old ghost looked at the little loach, got closer and asked.
"Yes! It's very exciting!"
The little loach was as if he had been injected with chicken blood. He wished he could find someone to take away his luck right now.
"Then...then who are you going to do? Do you know any other bad guys here?"
After all, Little Loach still has some moral bottom line, and feels a little sorry for taking away a good person's luck.
If it's a villain, it doesn't matter.
"Then we definitely can't make good people, how about we make monks? Those monks from the Snowy Mountains beat you up last time, do you remember?"
The old ghost spoke righteously and spoke.
Originally, when Little Loach was still thinking about who to trick, the old ghost had already decided for him.
"That old monk? I can't beat him either."
Qiu Ping scratched his head. Last time he was almost defeated by the monk chanting sutras. There was a big difference in strength between the two, and the little loach didn't want to tease him anymore.
"Let's not confront him head-on. Have you forgotten the elements of luck that I just told you? Your level of strength is luck, and your money and treasures are also luck. We stole his things. Isn’t that just stealing his luck?”
"The more we steal, the weaker his luck will be. One day, we will steal him until his luck collapses, and he will be unable to recover, and then he will be allowed to be manipulated by you."
The old ghost's words were like the ravings of a devil, hitting Qiu Ping's heart with every sentence.
Qiu Ping had already begun to imagine in his heart that the old monk fell down after taking just two steps due to the collapse of his luck. He was in trouble all day long and went crazy in his practice...
It's really cool to think about it this way.
"I'm good at stealing things, but where are the Snowy Mountains? And even if I wanted to steal things now, I can't get in."
The old monk I met last time was at least an Arhat, and the Snowy Mountains were his orthodoxy. It was not that easy to steal someone's home.
"Don't bother. You still remember your Hung Dong Mingyue. I will add a random Hun Dong teleportation to your magical power, and the other end of the Hun Dong is directly the Snowy Mountain."
In many spatially complex environments, it is possible for mixed holes with teleportation functions to be born.
At the other end of the mixed hole, a space appears randomly anywhere.
The old ghost can consume his luck and make the random space on the other side become the place he wants.
As long as it's a matter of chance, he can make it 100% here.
"If that's the case...it's really something."
Qiu Ping calculated in his mind that if Hundong Mingyue could reach the Snow Mountain directly, he could use the time stop to quickly steal the things and run away, then turn off [Hundong Mingyue] without leaving any traces!
"It's not that you have a head, but you have a head!"
A cunning smile appeared on the old ghost's face. This boy's luck was astonishingly strong. If possible, he would rather steal his luck directly from this little loach.
But every time he had this thought, he would feel inexplicably frightened.
This shows that as long as you dare to touch the little loach's luck, you will probably end up with an extremely tragic end.
"Then wish us success."
The little loach stretched out its claws forward. The old ghost looked at him doubtfully, and then hesitantly stretched out his hand.
"yeah!"
Qiu Ping pushed his paw forward and clapped it with the old ghost's palm.
"Then write quickly. Just write that the old monk's precious cassock was stolen... Oh, no, it seems that there is no such thing as cassocks in the inheritance of Daxue Mountain, then..."
"Relics! The most important treasure of the Daxue Mountain inheritance is the relics. They also have a special relic pagoda to worship the relics of the masters of the past generations."
Even in the snow-capped mountains, there are very few people who can successfully reincarnate without interruption and survive the mystery of childbirth.
Many people cannot get through it, so they condense all their spiritual practice into relics, and their souls continue to be reincarnated.
When he returns to spiritual practice in one life, he will be taken to a temple and reintegrated into the relics, allowing him to achieve a sufficiently advanced state in a short period of time.
Each relic represents a piece of the heritage of the Snowy Mountain Holy Land.
If the relic is lost, it will naturally be an earth-shattering event in the Snowy Mountains.
Two chapters in one!
(End of chapter)
