Yuan Ming calmed down, adjusted his breath a little, and when it passed midnight, he took out a stick of black incense and planned to possess the disciples who followed Zuo Qinghui in Xiaohu City to see what effect Changchun Temple had on them. Do you know anything about Zuo Qinghui?
Although he has arrived in the Black Wind Desert, he still needs to understand the situation of Changchun Temple, otherwise he will be passive if someone comes to visit him.
However, when he took out the Heaven-Stealing Cauldron, he was suddenly stunned when he sensed a stronger wish power than before, wrapping around the shell of the Heaven-Stealing Cauldron like tentacles. Yuan Ming was greatly surprised by the past wish power. They are all like threads. Why is this desire so strong?
He tried to wrap this wish power with his spiritual consciousness and sent it into the sea of consciousness. He found that this wish power also contained emotions such as worship, yearning, inferiority, worry and so on.
And as it refined and absorbed this wishing power, he could vaguely sense the source of the wishing power, which was not very far away from him, as if it was in Xingsha City.
Yuan Ming showed an expression of surprise, released the transparent soul crow in the sea of consciousness, and went straight to the source of this wishing power.
The transparent soul crow can travel far farther than ordinary soul crows, is faster, and can change into various forms, making it more suitable for exploration. Although this crow has independent consciousness, its soul power has the same origin as Yuan Ming, and Yuan Ming can also share this Crow's Five Senses "I'm trapped in the inner city of Shacheng, Zhang Yu's house."
As the steward of the lord of Shasha City, Zhang Yu is qualified to live in the inner city even though he is a mortal. His identity was passed down from his grandfather’s generation. Whenever he mentioned this matter to others, he would Everyone will be extremely lucky that their grandfather found such a good master back then.
Now, he has worked in the City Lord's Mansion for more than thirty years and has already married a wife and had children. Now that his son is getting older, he thinks it is time to train him and prepare to take over.
But facing his father's proposal, Zhang Xiu, as a son, was particularly resistant.
"Bang, Zhang Yu pushed open the door roughly and saw his son hurriedly hiding a book. He was furious. "You bastard, I asked you to follow your Uncle Li to learn how to settle accounts. How dare you lie and claim to be ill? I'm peeking at some idle books here, please hand them over to me!
"Dad, I don't want to learn those things." Zhang Xiu said with a sad face. He was only thirteen or fourteen years old, and his face was green. His black hair was tied up in a mess, and it looked like he had not taken care of it at all. It was worth noting that on the left side of his face, near his ear, there were several clear burn marks, which looked like a raging burn. Like a tornado, Zhang Yu stepped forward quickly, grabbed Zhang Xiu, and took the hidden book from his hand. He opened it and saw that the six words "Master Sheng's Journey to the East" were clearly written on the cover. If you don’t want to learn accounting, how can you take over my class in the future? Can you serve the city lord grandpa well just by reading these idle books?"
Zhang Yu cursed and tore "Master Sheng's Journey to the East" into two halves.
When Zhang Xiu saw his beloved book being torn apart, he became emotionally excited. He rushed towards his father like crazy and snatched away the remains of the book.
I don’t want to follow your path, and I don’t want to stay in this shabby place and be a housekeeper. I just want to go out and see why you can’t understand me and let me be free! Zhang Xiu hugged Wei Shu and cried.
Zhang Yu looked at his son with disappointment in his eyes: "Xiu'er, Xu is too naive. Do you know how many people in the city have broken their heads trying to get this position that you despise?"
Zhang Xiu sobbed without saying a word.
"Well, when you grow up, you will know that being a father is all for your own good. You were born in the Black Wind Desert, and you are lucky to be able to follow the same path of being a father."
Seeing this situation, Zhang Yu couldn't bear it and sighed. Zhang Xiu looked up with a hint of dim hope in his eyes: "Father, do I really have no other way to go?" My child, accept your fate, in this In the world, the only ones who can truly gain freedom are those superior immortal masters. We mortals have no choice.
Zhang Yu shook his head and said Zhang Xiu lowered his head in despair, tears welling up in his eyes again, but he held them back.
After that, Zhang Yu stood up and left the room.
Looking at his father's stooped back, Zhang Xiu couldn't help but feel the pain in his heart. He staggered and fell on the bed, holding up the "Journey to the East of Master Sheng" that had been torn in half, and the stories in the book flashed through his mind. Thinking of the magnificent scenery depicted inside, his vision blurred unconsciously. Outside the window, the transparent soul crow had a panoramic view of everything that had just happened. At this time, it also withdrew its gaze and burrowed into the ground.
At the same time, Yuan Ming also opened his eyes and suddenly realized.
The desire to steal the heaven cauldron comes from those who have read his book. No wonder there is an emotion of admiration and yearning in it.
In this way, it is very likely that the many wishes that the Stealing Heaven Cauldron absorbed in the past came from his readers.
Yuan Ming immediately recalled the quarrel between Zhang Xiu and his son, and his mind was filled with thoughts.
He Yuan Ming, from being a prisoner in southern Xinjiang in the past to being a passer-by in the sand sea today, recalls the past. What he realizes most is the four words "cannot help himself". What is a mortal like? What about the immortals? After all, we are trapped in the big cage of this world, running around and working hard, but rarely able to escape our fate. The so-called freedom is just the abundance of the strong and the extravagant hope of the weak.
He had refused to be recruited by Changchun Guan before, but later he did not hesitate to fight Zuo Qinghui, for the sake of freedom.
Yuan Ming thought, his confused eyes gradually firming up.
He yearned for freedom and the freedom to go anywhere. No matter what difficulties he faced, he could not change his mind or destroy his will. Yuan Ming shook his head.
His mood gradually calmed down, and he began to study the changes in the Tiantian Cauldron again.
Judging from what we know so far, the transmission of wish power is greatly affected by distance. The farther away you are, the thinner the wish power transmitted. Zhang Xiu is the closest to him, so the wish power transmitted from him is thinner than other wishes. The willpower was much stronger. In order to confirm his conjectures, Yuan Ming immediately started experiments. He left his residence and walked in the opposite direction of Zhang Xiu.
Sure enough, as Yuan Ming gradually moved away from Zhang Xiu, the will power from Zhang Xiu began to become thinner, and the perception of his position became more and more blurred.
When he arrived a few miles outside the city of Xingsha, he could not sense the source of the wish power at all.
It seems that the distance where the source of wish power can be sensed is only thirty miles.
Yuan Ming secretly said.
Yuan Ming thought of something again and took out a stick of black incense. It was made from the incense ashes of the Zhenling Ancestral Hall. The aspiration power on it was quite strong. When he touched it with his spiritual consciousness, he couldn't absorb it at all.
"It seems that I can only absorb the source power generated for myself, and cannot use the will power of others." Yuan Ming thought to himself.
The hot wind roared in the black wind desert, kicking up clouds of smoke and dust. Yuan Ming did not stay outside the city for long, but turned around to return to the city. Suddenly, more than a dozen blue lights shot out from the sand behind him, hitting his back.
A cold light surged in Yuan Ming's eyes, and he soared into the air without any warning, then landed silently a few feet away.
All those blue lights were shot out, and inserted into the place where Yuan Ming stood, there were more than a dozen blue ice picks, which looked extremely sharp.
A figure in gray robe poked his head out from where the blue light came out, and glared at Yuan Ming fiercely. Yellow light flashed across his body, and he escaped into the ground again. He looked like he was a monk in the foundation building stage, so Yuan Ming naturally wouldn't let him escape. Shooting out a burst of spiritual consciousness, the body of the gray-robed man who had just escaped into the ground with the Dream Butterfly Illusion suddenly froze, his fierce eyes became blank, and he emerged from the ground. A bloody sword flashed, and the gray-robed man's head fell. Blood gurgled out, staining the nearby sand red.
Yuan Ming took off the man's storage bag and used fireball to reduce the body to ashes. He turned around and returned to the city. He had already discovered that this man was lurking underground nearby. He was probably planning to ambush the monks who were returning from hunting for treasures and beasts. However, this place was far from the trap. There are only a few miles away from Sand City, but someone is actually ambushing them. The Black Wind Desert is indeed as chaotic as the rumors say, with dangers everywhere.
Yuan Ming quickly returned to his residence. There was no one in his consciousness storage bag. There were six to seven hundred spiritual stones in it, several ordinary magic weapons, the highest of which was only mid-grade, and a dozen low-level talismans, which was not surprising.
He put away all the spirit stone talismans, took out the black incense and inserted it into the Heaven Stealing Cauldron, closed his eyes and crossed his legs, and possessed Zuo Qinghui's disciple.
Zuo Qinghui's disciple was practicing in Changchun Temple at this time. Yuan Ming used the soul seal to ask him to ask other disciples about Zuo Qinghui's situation. Yuan Ming's Mingyue Jue broke through the fourth level, and the power of the soul Zuo Qinghui travels out all the year round, and sometimes he may not go back even once every few years. Therefore, these disciples do not seem to know the fact that Zuo Qinghui is dead, and Changchun Temple does not exist now. This was not found.
After the possession ended, Yuan Ming felt relieved. Although he didn't know how long this matter could be kept secret, at least for a short time, he didn't have to worry about anyone coming to his door.
Moreover, he is now in the Black Wind Desert. The longer it takes, the less clues Changchun Temple will be able to find, let alone traces of him.
Yuan Ming put aside his worries for the time being, and then continued to extract the wish power from the Heaven Stealing Cauldron and started practicing.
The surrounding wisps of wish power were sent into the sea of consciousness by Yuan Ming, and were slowly refined. However, soon, inexplicable and chaotic emotions emerged in his heart, and he had to temporarily stop absorbing and run "Ming Yue Jue" , trying to calm down.
However, soon, an inexplicable turmoil emerged in his heart, and he had to temporarily stop absorbing and running "Ming Yue Jue" and tried to calm his mind.
After a long time, Yuan Ming finally got rid of the complicated emotional troubles. He looked at the Tiantian Cauldron and felt the power of wish on it, and couldn't help but sigh.
These wishes are clearly in front of him. , but can’t take it away at all, which is really frustrating.
I don’t know when I will be able to break through the golden rune restrictions outside the cauldron, penetrate into the interior of the heaven-stealing cauldron, and absorb the refined willpower in it?
