The voice paused for a long time for unknown reasons.
It seemed that the condition was lingering in his mind, but he couldn't make up his mind for a while. Or maybe he was considering whether Jianchou could afford such a condition.
It seemed like a long time had passed, or it seemed like just a fleeting thought.
Wu Zhongxian finally raised his hand slowly and pointed at the large wooden cabinet near the door. On it were rows of square or spherical stones, all of which were cut in regular patterns, like stones for carving.
"Go pick one."
Pick a stone
Jianchou was slightly surprised and stunned for a moment before he came to his senses from the words "it's not a grudge".
She looked at the cabinet in surprise.
Since the Fairy in the Mist has already made the request, and now she is the one asking for help, how can she not do it
A powerful monk and a small character in the Jindan stage.
Jianchou didn't think the other party wanted to harm him.
She bowed, said "yes", and turned to walk towards the cabinet.
When she walked past Zhang Tang, Zhang Tang glanced at her inexplicably, and Jianchou could only give her a faint bitter smile: Looking at her? I don't know whether it is a blessing or a curse!
The cabinet is full of stones, all standing quietly on it.
They looked exactly the same as the rocks that Jianchou usually saw. Some were grayish white, while others had a hint of light green or light red, all very light.
At first glance, all the stones looked the same. Jianchou stood in front of the cabinet and looked around, but he had no idea what Wu Zhongxian's intention was in having him pick the stones himself.
"Stones grow in the mountains and seas. Heaven and earth give them shapes, and they have their own principles."
In the corner, an old man who looked as weak as a rotten tree looked at the cabinet full of stones and slowly spoke.
"The craftsman who carves stone, the inferior ones carve without distinguishing the shape, like a dead object; the middle ones follow the flow, take advantage of the situation, and make it lifelike; the best ones do not carve but select, taking the beauty of heaven and earth as beauty..."
"A masterpiece of nature, the best craftsman in the world."
The workmanship of nature is miraculous, the best craftsman in the world.
Jianchou thought these words were very ordinary, as if they were talking about the principle of withering, but also seemed to hide a bit of strange profound meaning, and it was not as simple as withering.
In just a short while, she couldn't quite figure it out, but she did have some understanding of what was happening.
"Thank you for your guidance, senior."
Jianchou thanked him and looked through the stones, and found a simple little stone in the corner.
It is the size of an egg, square, grayish white, and looks completely unremarkable.
This size is just right.
Jianchou smiled. She didn't know how to choose anyway, so she just followed her heart. So she stretched out her hand and took the stone. The stone was cold and without temperature, but the size was just right and she could hold it in her palm.
"Have you chosen?" The Fairy in the Mist took a look at the stone.
Jianchou came back holding the stone and said with a smile, "I've chosen it."
"It's just an ordinary rock."
The fairy in the mist's messy hair and beard covered his entire face, making it impossible to see the expression on his face.
Jianchou glanced at him, but couldn't see the expression on his face. He just said frankly, "I don't have the ability to distinguish the real thing. The stones in the cabinet are all the same to me, so I just picked up a stone that I found convenient."
Handy.
It's quite direct.
The Fairy in the Mist slowly stood up, and a series of teeth-grinding creaking sounds came from his almost rotten wood body, as if he had been sitting there for a long time and had never moved.
He stepped over the pile of rubble and staggered out, seeming like he would fall down at any moment.
Jianchou just watched and felt inexplicably thrilling, as if it was not a person moving in front of him, but the heavy mountains and the vast ocean.
But when she blinked, the feeling disappeared, and the person walking towards her turned into an old man in his twilight years.
Jianchou's gaze subconsciously passed the Fairy in the Mist and fell behind him.
After he left, the small wooden stool on which he had been sitting appeared.
A round piece, like the bottom of a tree trunk with the crown sawed off.
Perhaps it is very old, so it looks very old, but it does not look rotten and is still hard. Just by looking at it, you can see the grooves left by time on the surrounding bark.
There is already a deep dent on the surface of the wooden pier, where ordinary people sit...
"Actually, this room is filled with ordinary stones."
The obscure voice of the Fairy in the Mist sounded just five feet away from Jianchou.
She raised her head and looked at him.
The light shone from behind diagonally, only illuminating the outline of the left edge of the Mist Fairy's face, but it was still blurry because it was blocked by a pile of hair and beard.
He looked at her, then stretched out his hand towards her, and picked up the square stone in her palm with his five fingers like dead branches.
Seeing sorrow, I don’t understand its meaning.
Wu Zhongxian did not explain, but just turned the stone, looked around, and then looked at Jianchou again: "Now, I will help you hide the truth from the world."
What
Jianchou was stunned and had no time to react. She saw the Fairy in the Mist suddenly raise his hand and grab her!
The dry five fingers look like jagged bones.
There was wind and thunder between those five fingers, and it seemed as if she was controlling a huge world, as if another world was enveloping her, isolating her from the extreme realm at this moment.
There was no wind, and no light.
I couldn't even feel the faint energy of the earth coming from the ground, it was just blocked!
It was like a cage fell from the sky and locked her up!
The sense of crisis between life and death was almost shouting at Chao Jianchou, making her struggle and resist.
But she couldn't move even an inch!
Her consciousness transcended her body, and she could clearly "see" the hunchbacked old man standing in front of her. He had a bent back and messy hair and beard. Only his pair of eyes, amidst the turbidity, finally let out a ray of piercing light!
With one palm covering the sky, the five dry fingers actually landed right on the top of her head and grabbed her suddenly!
boom!
There was a loud thunderous sound in my ears, which made me unable to tell what was up and what was down.
The entire dark world suddenly became bright again.
It was as if she was trapped in a clay puppet, and suddenly someone grabbed the puppet away, so she could see the sky and the earth.
In Jianchou's vision, even the light of the oil lamp became dazzling.
In this light, Wu Zhongxian grabbed Jianchou's head with his dry five fingers and actually pulled up her entire body!
What a spooky and wonderful feeling!
Jianchou stood there, unable to move. He could only watch stiffly and horrified as another self was taken away.
The big-headed ghost and the small-headed ghost were so horrified that they couldn't even speak, and they almost bit off the hands they were holding in their mouths!
To Wu Zhongxian, such a shocking "catch" was commonplace and nothing serious.
He grabbed Jianchou's body and threw it casually towards the gray stone in his palm.
All of a sudden, he threw a "Jianchou" into the egg-sized stone and it disappeared in the blink of an eye.
There, stood Jianchou.
A somewhat "thin" look.
She raised her hand somewhat stiffly, and it seemed that she was no different from before, but she felt strangely light and airy.
This is a feeling of being freed from bondage and feeling light and free from body and flesh.
She turned around and looked at the three companions who came with her.
The big-headed ghost and the small-headed ghost are superficial, while Zhang Tang is solid.
There were ten points of light floating under the skulls of the big-headed ghost and the thief ghost, but Zhang Tang had a round bead with ten faint lights inside.
And myself...
Jianchou looked at himself again and found that his right shoulder was a little weak, the left side of his neck felt a little strange, and there was a little missing from his right wrist.
The soul bead is as small as a speck of dust, mixed in the light and shadow, and is somewhat unclear.
This is…
Body and soul separated!
The big-headed ghost and the small-headed ghost once joked that if they wanted to avoid being discovered, wouldn’t it be easy to just die once
Unexpectedly…
Now it has come half true
The Fairy in the Mist grabbed her body and left her soul behind.
In this case, who could still find out that she was a living person
She is a soul at this moment!
only…
What about her body
This question popped up all of a sudden, and Jianchou couldn't help but look at the Fairy in the Wu.
The Fairy in the Mist still held the stone in her hand, as if she knew the doubts in her mind, and just squeezed it casually.
An incredible scene appeared.
The square stone in the palm of the Mist Immortal was covered with stone chips that kept falling off the surface like rain after his fingers touched it.
The whole scene was like a crane emerging from water, flapping its wings to shake off the water droplets on its feathers.
How can this stone look like a dead object
It was like being alive at that moment!
Flutter flutter…
In the blink of an eye, a pile of debris appeared in the palm of the Mist Immortal's hand, and the stone that Jianchou had chosen before was among the debris.
The Immortal in the Mist looked at the pile of debris. There was a dry light in his cloudy eyes. For the first time, he showed a little smile, but it quickly disappeared.
"Pick it up and have a look."
It seems that my body is hidden in this stone.
Jianchou looked at Wu Zhongxian hesitantly, but still raised his hand as he was told, pushed aside the pile of stone chips, and picked up the whole stone.
The square stone, which was originally the size of an egg, is now only one inch in size.
The sharp edges are gone.
It has turned into a not very smooth sphere with an uneven surface, which looks very rough, as if it was casually carved by a clumsy craftsman.
The gray surface is also gone.
After peeling off layer by layer, the texture inside the stone is revealed, light green, winding, one circle after another, like clouds, lightning, mountains and rivers.
Small, but not delicate.
It was just quietly held on Jianchou's fingertips, not moving at all.
It can be seen that the sad heart began to tremble violently the moment it saw it.
The illusion at that moment was so strong that she couldn't ignore it!
It seemed that what she held on her fingertips was not a crude stone bead, but one of the billions of stars hanging in the universe!
Ancient, vicissitudes, and huge.
Rotating heavily, it was born and gradually aged over thousands of years...
The fingertips trembled slightly, and the cool temperature immediately dispelled the illusion.
Just like when Jianchou saw the fairy in the fog before, all the feelings disappeared, as if they were just the unrealistic fantasies that an ordinary person has in his or her fleeting thoughts.
What she held between her fingers was indeed a small stone that could not be more ordinary, even a little funny and ugly.
Jianchou laughed for no apparent reason, as if he was laughing at his own strange thoughts.
The Fairy in the Wu turned around and slowly brushed off the stone chips in his palm, forming a small pile on the counter.
"This stone will contain your body. When you leave the Extreme Region and reach the Shitian Creation Formation, it will sense the power of the Nineteen Continents, spit out your body, and fuse your body and soul. It will not harm your cultivation."
The Heavenly Creation Array...
Jianchou remembered this name again.
She knew that this was the method that the Mist Fairy had given her to leave the Extreme Domain. She also got this stone bead, and she couldn't help but feel confused: "I am very grateful for your guidance, senior. But if I want your help, I must complete your request. I don't know..."
"When your body and soul are reunited, you will know."
The Fairy in the Mist did not turn around, but just stood in front of the countless stones, like a crude sculpture.
Jianchou looked at his back, confused, and then thought that maybe he had got a good plan
But the Fairy in the Mist stopped talking, and she knew it was time to leave.
Holding the stone bead in his palm, Jianchou bowed and said, "Junior, take your leave."
The Fairy in the Mist nodded slightly, which was considered as tacit agreement.
So, Zhang Tang, the big-headed ghost and the small-headed ghost, who had been waiting for a long time, also followed Jianchou out of the house and carefully closed the door.
After a slight sound.
Inside and outside the door, they belong to two different worlds again.
There was a cold wind blowing in the alley, and the big-headed ghost and the small-headed ghost shivered.
No matter how thick the robe was, it seemed thin at this moment. Even Jianchou felt a bit cold, and this coldness directly penetrated her "body".
Or rather, soul.
It's a completely different feeling.
She stood outside, opened her eyes and looked again. It was no longer the eyes of a mortal being, but the eyes of a soul. The entire City of the Dead became even more brilliant and colorful.
It turns out that the world seen by ghosts is different from what we see ourselves.
Walking down the stairs, Jianchou took two steps and couldn't help but spread out his palm to look at it.
The stone beads with light green texture are still rough and look like dead objects.
The big-headed ghost and the small-headed ghost were extremely curious and found it extremely novel. They did not dare to say anything in the house, but came outside and quickly came over to watch together.
The big-headed ghost was confused and couldn't figure it out: "I didn't feel any soul power fluctuations, how did it change from square to round?"
"Maybe it's some method we don't know about..."
The little-headed ghost also started to think about it.
Jianchou recalled the scene just now.
The shock in her heart piled up one after another. Only now did she have the energy to sort it out. She only looked at Zhang Tang who was standing on the worn ground in the alley.
His lips moved, but in the end no words came out.
Jianchou took the stone bead and, ignoring the complaints of the big-headed ghost and the small-headed ghost, went straight to Zhang Tang. She walked slowly to the entrance of the alley and then asked, "I remember that the Lord Tingwei once said that the Mist Fairy has been in the Extreme Region for a thousand years?"