Bai Yueling expressed regret that this world has too many strict laws and regulations. On the cruel Ziwei Star, whoever has the biggest fist has the right to speak.
"Anyway, don't worry. The issue of identity has to be solved step by step. There will always be a solution. As long as you sincerely want to integrate into this society and are not standing against the country and the people, I will help you." Jiang Qiao He closed the web page and said to her pleasantly.
Normally at this time, he has already been in the canyon several times, but now that there is a fairy in the house, he has to think about everything for her, and things like games have to be put aside for a while.
Fairy Bai pursed her lips and said calmly: "Those who cultivate immortality should put the common people of the world first. Don't worry, I won't do anything random."
"That's good."
Jiang Qiao was about to shut down his phone when a message suddenly came from Fetion, which he had logged in earlier.
He clicked on the Abnormal Human Research Center group. There were several friends who grew up together and had a good relationship with them.
A guy nicknamed "Shadiao Cancer Patient" posted a picture in the group with captions.
"My enthusiasm has waned, my natural spiritual roots have been destroyed, and I have become a mortal from now on. There is no hope of cultivating immortality. God is jealous of talents!"
Jiang Qiao glanced at the content of the picture. It seemed to be a ward in a certain hospital.
"Didn't you say there are no monks in this world? What happened to him?" Bai Yueling looked away from the screen and asked calmly.
"Indeed, this guy is probably talking nonsense, so please leave him alone."
Jiang Qiao quickly typed a reply.
Taoist on Fairy Peak: What's wrong with you
Patients with late-stage cancer: I feel very sad that I have lost my spiritual roots.
A few seconds later.
The overtime worker who saves lives and heals the wounded: His appendix was cut by my master today, and the anesthesia has just passed, so he is probably suffering at the moment.
Jiang Qiao was happy and turned to look at Bai Yueling: "Look, I said he has nothing to do with Taoism?"
"What is the appendix?"
"A gut that serves no purpose other than inflammation."
Jiang Qiao thought for a while and continued: "The appendix is the spiritual root, the stone is the golden elixir, the brain tumor is the soul, pregnancy is the soul, mental illness is distraction, the person lying in the coffin is out of body, and the two people applauding for love are It’s called fusion.”
Bai Yueling: "..."
Jiang Qiao turned back and continued to look at the screen.
A patient with late-stage cancer: @超碰人熟人, look at what you said. Is it the attitude of an angel in white
Overtime workers who save lives and heal the wounded: What? Not convinced? Today, there is a girl with outstanding talent. She became a Nascent Soul at the age of 16. One of my senior sisters picked her up easily. Do you want me to find a golden elixir and stuff it back into your belly next time
Late-stage cancer patient: Forget it, I won’t cultivate this immortal anymore. You go find Jiang Qiao. Last time he said he felt like he was about to transcend the tribulation and ascend.
Late stage cancer patient: By the way, old man, let me tell you something.
Late-stage cancer patients: Don’t ascend! Don't ascend! It's not the fairy world up there, it's fucking space, there's no oxygen, oh no, I saw the master's body floating over, ah, no, I can't breathe, I have to...
Taoist on Fairy Peak:…
Jiang Qiao's face twitched and he looked back at Bai Yueling with a serious look on his face.
"You see, this kind of person is called a sand sculpture here. If you encounter a sand sculpture in the future, be sure to stay away from him, otherwise you will be infected by him."
Fairy Bai nodded slightly, thought for a while and said: "Actually, what he said is not wrong. There is indeed no immortal world, and 'immortals' are just powerful creatures. However, if you practice to a certain level, you can rely on the inner breath circulation to live endlessly." .”
Listening to her serious explanation, Jiang Qiao was slightly speechless. He was too far away from that state. Don't think about becoming an immortal. He should just be a human in this life.
The Taoist on the Fairy Peak: When will the terminally ill cancer patient be discharged from the hospital? Can you guys find a restaurant to fill you up
Overtime worker who saves lives and heals the wounded: Don’t think about it, he can’t drink or eat spicy food for at least a month.
Taoist on Fairy Peak: Poor, white coat, when will you be free? It’s almost the winter solstice. Let’s go have mutton hot pot sometime
The overtime worker who saves lives and heals the wounded: Good idea, I'm just a little busy recently. I'll call you when I'm free.
Late-stage cancer patient: Do you two still have a conscience? Brother, I am lying in bed suffering, and you start to have fun
Jiang Qiao secretly glanced at Fairy Bai.
Taoist on Fairy Peak: Please pay attention to your wording. Can eating mutton hotpot be called seeking pleasure
Late-stage cancer patient: Don’t think I don’t know. After eating mutton hotpot, you still want to eat white flour steamed buns!
He quickly turned off Fetion.
Fairy Bai asked: "Why don't we talk anymore? Isn't the white flour steamed bun delicious?"
She is now interested in this technology of instant communication over long distances.
There is no spiritual power fluctuation, but it can support hundreds of millions of mortals to communicate over long distances at the same time, and can even transmit sounds and images. This ability is something that not even the Immortal Emperor has.
Mortal technology was too dazzling, and she had to marvel at the many inventions and creations.
This is also the reason why she wants to become an academician. This is a different path, which may not be weaker than the immortal path. Scientific and technological civilization has evolved to the extreme, or even stronger.
Perhaps a spiritual path can be built by imitating the Internet, and as long as monks contact it with their spiritual consciousness, they can enter the illusory world. However, such a project is vast and huge, and requires almost infinite energy, and it only exists in imagination.
"How can white-faced steamed buns be as fun as fairies?" Jiang Qiao muttered softly.
"What did you say? I didn't hear clearly." Fairy Bai came back from her thoughts.
"Well, I mean it's getting late now. I have to open the store tomorrow. You should go to bed early. Good night."
Jiang Qiao quickly ran back to his room and touched the fairy skirt hanging on the bay window. He was almost done.
I don’t know what material it is made of. It is obviously invulnerable, but it can wrap around my fingers. If I have a daughter in the future, this set of fairy skirts can almost become a family heirloom.
He folded the skirt and packed all the interiors in cardboard boxes before lying on the bed and closing his eyes to sleep.
…
Bai Yueling glanced at the empty living room, sighed softly, pressed the switch on the wall and returned to her room.
Jiang Qiao had laid the quilt in the guest room yesterday. She touched the quilt and found it was soft and comfortable. The insulation effect was good.
It's just that since she set foot on the path to immortality, she spent almost every night meditating and sleeping like a mortal. It was indeed a feeling she hadn't felt in a long time.
She closed the door and took off her soft but restrained plush pajamas. The tender and smooth skin exposed to the air was frosty and snowy. She slowly lay down, covered her body with the quilt, and gradually closed her eyes.