[Cui Niang’s obsession! 】
It turns out that although Cui Niang is dead, her obsession remains with Xiao Hu.
The little fox swallowed her into its belly. This was a demon eating a human being. But if you read it carefully and look at this part of the story alone, are the people-eating... really monsters?
Perhaps for Cuiniang, falling into the belly of a little fox in the last stage of her life was a kind of relief.
It's a ball of flesh and blood when it comes, and it's a ball of flesh and blood when it leaves.
How can there be joy in life, and why should there be fear in death?
It is better to come and go naked than to be dirty and useless.
In the grass washroom, Song Ciwan tidied up the body of the fox demon and started cleaning the magic clepsydra again.
The Heart Sutra of Zuowang circulated silently in her body. Through the perspective of the little fox, what she saw was clearly the life of the little demon, but what she could understand seemed to be the vicissitudes of the human world.
All things are Tao, and there is a Tao in this world!
Sitting and forgetting the Heart Sutra, cultivating both life and life, cultivating the true Qi requires cultivating the true heart.
There are sages who once enlightened and became immortals immediately. Although Song Ciwan could not reach this height, he was clearly touched at this moment.
The medicinal power accumulated from taking the Qi Qi Pills before was completely dissipated at this moment, and then was drawn into the zhenqi ball in her Dantian.
The gas is refined and transformed into liquid, and this is the Qi-transformation stage.
Song Ciwan suddenly broke through the first level, the gods in the Niwan Palace between the eyebrows were shaken, and the spiritual apertures were about to open.
The expression on her face was not revealing at all, and even her expression was numb. Just like everyone in this washroom, after all, they have seen too many dead people, and no one knows whether it will be their turn next. They are more worried and fearful, and gradually become numb.
When the magic clepsydra was being scrubbed, the scales of heaven and earth reappeared.
[The suffering of time, the resentment of human nature, resentment can be sold for a pound or three taels. 】
oh--
There is also a video, but this time it is broken and hazy.
What is it? It is a dark, deep night, an endless dripping sound, endless shadows, some people are shaking, some are crying, some are howling sadly...
"I can't survive! The whole family will starve to death."
"The head of the family can no longer provide for the second brother to study. Xiao Lang hasn't had a morsel of food in three days!"
"Go to hell, why don't you go to hell? You're all going to die..."
Bang, bang, bang! The clepsydra falls over and everything becomes silent.
A layer of cold sweat seemed to break out on Song Ciwan's back. He looked at the clepsydra in front of him again. After being washed with grass, the ferocious meridians on the pot seemed to dim a little, and it felt cold to the touch.
Song Ciwan's heart felt as if it had been washed by water, the coolness slowly surged, and it became clear and clear.
It seems like there are monsters everywhere in the small Suyang City. Is it because demons are too powerful in this world and God’s will is against demons?
No, it’s the devil in the human heart, it’s the world that forces people to become devils.
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During the Youshi period, Song Ci left work late. She went to the vegetable market again, and this time she deliberately bought something she didn't often have at home.
They are not expensive either, they are just cheap little bits and pieces, mainly to take them back and try out the diversity of the heaven and earth scales.
At the east corner of the vegetable market, Lao Chen, the bean curd seller, was still selling bean curd, but he didn't see Mo Laoguai. There are also other people telling stories, and they are basically telling stories about street knights. Listening to them can be considered as a way to deepen your understanding of the world.
Song Ciwan heard someone mention it again: "The old Liu family on Qianming Street is the one who runs the cloth shop. His son is amazing. He has been training hard in the martial arts gym since he was a child. He has experienced skin refining, muscle refining, and body refining." Bones, I entered the organ refining stage last year, and I even entered the Demon Killing Guard in the assessment some time ago!"
"Hiss, Demon-Slaying Guard, you will see your official status as soon as you enter, the ninth-grade school captain?"
"Yes, Guanshen! From now on, things will be different from those of us who are miserable. The Liu family is going to fly up..."
To enter the Demon-Slaying Guard, you must at least be in the internal organs refining stage, and once you enter, you will have a ninth-grade official body. Don't think that the ninth rank is low, no matter how low it is, it is still an official. Officials are different from officials, and they are even different from ordinary people. From now on, the world has changed!
Song Ciwan listened silently, while secretly thinking in her mind, what level was the Demon-Slaying Captain in the Zang-refining stage, and how strong was he?
To be honest, it’s hard to have a concrete idea without seeing it with your own eyes.
The cultivation systems in this world are rich and diverse, and ordinary people often hear new things.
There are several types of people circulating in the market: one is martial arts, the other is studying, the third is cultivating immortality, and the fourth is cultivating Buddhism.
Martial arts practice polishes the body and refines Qi and blood. Once the Qi and blood are formed, in the eyes of mortals, one will be a top master and have the capital to fight against demons. This is also the pinnacle that warriors in the acquired realm can reach, the internal refining stage!
As for the return of the acquired to the innate, that is a completely different realm. It is inaccessible to ordinary people and difficult to understand.
In addition to the most popular martial arts practice, scholars practice talent.
This talent is not as tangible and elusive as Qi and blood. Talent needs to be acquired occasionally, and occasionally...this thing is a bit ethereal and difficult to grasp.
Most of the scholars do not have the power to tie a chicken, but if they can have a flash of inspiration and generate talent, those stories of reciting poems to stop the enemy, turning their talents into soldiers, and using their pens to arm thousands of troops will become a reality.
As for the specific realm of talent, are there any levels? Don't ask, you just don't know.
This thing is inaccessible to ordinary people, and Song Ciwan currently has no way of understanding it.
And cultivating immortality is something even more ethereal than studying.
Among the stories circulating in the market about seeking immortality, I only heard that if you want to become an immortal, you need at least an inch of immortal bone.
Where did the immortal bones come from? Also don't know.
Seeking immortality depends on meeting, seeking immortality depends on fate, and if there is no fate, don't enter.
The same is true for Buddhism. Ordinary Buddhist temples can be found everywhere, and there are many monks, but most of the monks actually practice martial arts. Those are the warrior monks.
And it is difficult for ordinary people to find true Buddhist cultivators, Dharma masters, and ordinary people.
They may not be really rare, but due to the circle problem, ordinary people just can't see or find them.
For someone like Song Ciwan, who was able to become an immortal in just a few days with the help of a scale, it must be said that this kind of opportunity is rare in the world.
It's a pity that he only has magic power but no attack skills. After comparing and comparing, Song Ciwan still doesn't know what the difference in combat effectiveness is between the Qi-entraining stage of the immortal cultivator and the Zang-refining stage of the warrior.
Okay, no more delay, go home and open the blind box!
I look forward to finding something that can improve combat effectiveness this time. This world is too dangerous.
In Jishanfang, the courtyard of the Song family is as old as yesterday. The big white goose is still as enthusiastic as ironing posters. Song Ciwan cleans his hands, burns incense, and opens the blind box.
[You sold the evil spirit for one pound and seven taels, and gained two hundred years of life. 】
[You sold the spirit of the fox monster for one, two or three dollars, and obtained the side-sect Taoist technique, the Void Illusion Demon Sword. 】
[You sold Cuiniang's obsession, human desire, resentment and hatred, love and separation... three pounds and four taels, obtained the puppet technique, and Li Daitao was stiff. 】
[You sold the pain of time, the resentment of human nature, and your resentment for a pound or three, and obtained the Taoist skills of time and night to escape. 】
Pieces of information poured into her mind, and all kinds of miraculous magic blossomed in her mind.
A smile appeared on Song Ciwan's face. The big white goose didn't know why she was smiling. It just flapped its wings and sang to accompany her.
Song Ciwan: "Haha, haha, hahaha..."
