When Xi Ping came to make noise, Zhou Ying was being questioned by Master Pang Jianxing.
"In one month, Guzhou, Yuzhou, and Hongyin caught more than a dozen foreign spies, and some fish slipped through the net..."
Zhou Ying was woken up in the middle of the night, she was wearing her cloak lazily, she had the time to straighten her cuffs, and said, "Pang Dutong has dealt with outlaws a lot, and he forgot how to search for souls?"
"I still use search? Western Chu Qilinwei, Southern Shu Jianglongqi, Northern Li Yeguiren—His Royal Highness Zhuang Wang, tell me, how did this matter end?"
Zhou Ying: "Mr. Pang can send a letter to the Three Kingdoms Human World Walking Headquarters like asking about my crime."
Pang Jian: "You Lu Wu started first!"
"That's right," Zhou Ying smiled, "but what evidence do they have?"
Pang Jian: "..."
The situation of people walking in the world is different in different countries. For example, Tianji Pavilion has always been ashamed to be compared with the gangsters of Qilinwei, but there is one thing that is similar, that is, as the outer gate of Xianshan, most of the people walking in the world are from the upper class. Everyone is noble, and they are very good at cherishing themselves. In order to avoid being searched for souls, some people are willing to confess voluntarily, and some are even willing to pay a lot of money for their lives.
Lu Wu is different. Lu Wu died abroad, and the mourning pension is to be left to his family members. Their lives are less important than their wealth, and they are less important than those merits and demerits that are to be weighed. The soul blew itself up on the Lingtai, and so far all countries have been unable to grasp Zhou Ying's tricks.
Pang Jian said angrily: "Aren't you afraid that they will also find a bunch of folk evil spirits? The door of your Enlightenment Department is wider than the East China Sea, so you are not afraid of foreign spies sneaking in?"
"It's enough for Lu Wu's threshold to be high enough. Enlightenment is a matter of the squire's factory all day long. It doesn't matter. Some people's spiritual senses are open but their minds are not open. I can't teach them. Wouldn't it be better to let foreign masters train them? Better?" Zhou Yingman said indifferently, "Besides, who would trust the evil spirits of the people? These people can't see the light anywhere, and they really entered the enlightened world with their spiritual faces, and it may not be who they are in the end. Unless they follow suit Wouldn't it be more interesting to enlighten the Luwu system?"
Pang Jian frowned and said, "So the legend is true? Xichu Luwu really contacted Yu Chang, and you got the facial cleansing technique?"
Zhou Ying smiled and said nothing.
Pang Jian hesitated for a moment: "That's good... there was indeed a voice in Tianji Pavilion before, thinking that Lu Wu was dangerous, and asked you to give Lu Wu a spiritual meeting."
"I'm afraid it won't work. The 'Face Cleansing Technique' will turn my face against me." Zhou Ying said this, heard something, and suddenly looked down imperceptibly, then as if nothing had happened, she picked up the tea and signaled Pang Jian to get out. "When all countries start to imitate the enlightened Luwu system, you may be able to build a foundation justifiably by walking in the world... That day is not far away, Mr. Pang, when you come to see me again, at least bring an osmanthus duck. Don't be empty-handed."
Pang Jian said in his heart: I'll bring a hundred and stuff them in your mouth, it won't kill you, you pretending devil.
He came here in a rage, walked away feeling aggrieved, and suddenly paused at the door, remembering Zhou Ying's expression when he said "the facial cleansing technique will turn your face".
"Wait," Pang Jian narrowed his eyes, "That paper figurine is not good at these things, who is he talking about?"
He paused and turned to Qinglong Xinsu Pagoda, where Xi Yue was on duty that night. Xi Yue didn't pay attention to the governor's regular inspections, as usual, she silently rushed to Pang Jian, who was surrounded by a group of karma beasts playing in the wall, and cupped her hands.
Pang Jian nodded, and walked through the other wall as if nothing had happened: Xi Yue was not meditating, nor was he studying the magic circle, he was reading a "leisure book" about the grammar of Chu characters.
The hound with the keenest sense of smell in the whole Kingpin sensed something.
Zhou Ying was just dealing with Pang Jian on the one hand, on the other hand she was too lazy to talk to someone, and did not respond to Reincarnation Muli's voice. Fortunately, Xi Ping would translate the third brother's silence into "all ears and all ears", regardless of whether people react or not, it will not affect him talking to himself.
Sure enough, after he finished speaking, Zhou Ying had to answer.
"You mean... Wuxinlian?"
Xi Ping: "No, there is a core - I mean that my pot of lotus was normal at first, with flower cores, but later the flower cores were topped off by a strange-shaped bald head. The bald head even called me to go to the backyard, but the backyard The lotus in the lotus pond is also ordinary lotus... "
When he said this, his footsteps suddenly stopped: "Oh, well, it's not ordinary now."
With the eyesight of the peak of Jianji, Xi Ping could clearly see the lotus pond in the backyard at night from hundreds of feet away.
The original water red Chongtai lotus flower faded to translucent at first, exposing the meridians inside like blood vessels, and then, from nowhere, a pale white color seeped into the flowers and leaves, and the color of the flowers and leaves seemed to be forced into the stem and lotus root , mixed with a strange rust red.
White flowers and leaves, no seeds and no pistils, the blood-producing lotus root underwater.
Zhou Ying stood up as soon as she heard his description, and said quickly: "Wait, you said Wuxinlian is in Sanyue Mountain?"
"It's hard to say," Xi Ping said strictly, "He can assimilate ordinary lotus flowers into his own white flowers, and I don't know where his real body is...Damn it, why can't I do this?"
"Wuxinlian has a scope for assimilating other lotus flowers. Even if the cicada slough was powerful back then, the scope of its influence would not exceed a small city. Not only is he in the Sanyue Mountain, but he should also be hiding on the three main peaks... Zhou's family is not the only one who raises demons." Ying sighed softly, "That is the strangest one among the ancient demon gods. It is said that 'Untamed Tao' has no Dao heart, but Wuxinlian has many Dao hearts."
After hearing this description, Xi Ping got goosebumps all over his body: "Why do you save so much of that thing!"
"It is said that the owner of Wuxinlian was originally one body with two souls. It is also said that he swallowed his own twins when he was born. The two had talked in the same body since childhood, and when they opened their spiritual apertures, they produced two consciousnesses. People's temperaments are very different, but their aptitudes are not common, so they cultivated a pair of Taoist minds that are diametrically opposed to each other almost at the same time."
Most people's Dao Xin is top secret, except for the masters and apprentices who teach their Dao Xin, they will not let others know the specific content, so as not to be harmed. After all, Jian has not yet established a foundation, even if his Dao heart is damaged, the degree of danger is limited.
But sharing a spiritual altar is troublesome, no one can hide it from "myself", two Dao minds rub against and collide every day, life and death are trivial, and if one fails, both sides will suffer.
While observing the lotus pond carefully, Xi Ping asked, "Have they found a way to coexist peacefully?"
"No," Zhou Ying said, "Both of them know that this Lingtai can only hold one Dao heart at most. Not long after the foundation was established, they simultaneously wanted to get rid of each other. Death—the third consciousness appeared in their altar."
Xi Ping was terrified: "Wait, third brother, what you said made me think wrongly, are you sure they want to get rid of each other, aren't... um, what? This sounds weird, a fierce fight Then there was a small one?"
Zhou Ying has long been used to it, and will translate his absurd remarks into human words on his own, no matter what kind of fart Xi Shiyong farts, he will not be affected: "The trouble is, the third consciousness did not appear out of thin air. It's the consciousness of a dead person. At that time, unlike now, there were very few useless people like Zhao Yin, and the powerful Taoism was basically explored by himself. Many monks also knew that their actions would shake the ground and hurt innocent people, so' Debate' is a common fighting method - it is one of the current 'Xuanmen taboos', using one's own Dao heart to touch others, although there is no sword, light or sword, it is also a life and death line. The third consciousness is a The enemy who lost to Wu Xinlian in the debate and died at their hands."
Xi Ping: "..."
He didn't understand it very well, but it was very shocking—that is to say, there were three people living in one altar, and there was hatred between every two of them!
"Wuxinlian's spiritual altar is very lively, with endless battles. Every violent conflict may result in a new consciousness, and almost every new consciousness is an enemy—it is impossible for a person to argue a duel with relatives and friends. People with a thorough understanding of Dao Xin are often the ones who die in their own hands. Instead, it forms a delicate balance: in the battle, some fragile Dao Xin will be annihilated, but other people's Dao Xin will be broken, ranging from madness to death. They...they Anyway, if one is broken, there are many more. Some spiritual senses are particularly tyrannical. In order to prevent his family from dominating others, those spiritual senses that hate each other will temporarily ally with each other. In this way, those who can live together for a long time The cultivation base of Dao Xin basically goes hand in hand, after constant adjustment and updating, they crossed the ascension all the way, and finally passed the cicada molting state, and produced a special kind of companion wood, which is the 'Wuxin Lotus'."
No wonder it can assimilate other varieties of lotus into itself.
Xi Ping suddenly realized that this accompanying wood seemed to be a metaphor.
"That is to say, the person I'm facing in a while, although he looks like the same bald head, can actually 'change' at any time?"
"No," Zhou Ying pondered for a rare moment, "An ancient power whose Taoist heart could not be integrated into the heaven and earth died when Lingshan was completed. The person you met should have inherited Wuxinlian's Taoist heart. You must have so much spiritual consciousness.”
Xi Ping: "If there is only one consciousness, which one will he inherit?"
"I don't know, but I can inherit Wuxinlian's Dao Heart..." Zhou Ying suddenly said softly, "If it is possible, I would like to see it too."
Xi Ping was taken aback. In Zhou Ying's eyes, "interesting people" are usually extremely dangerous people. At this time, he can usually think of himself as an elder brother, like when he was playing with fire and poison when he was young, and he will temporarily suppress his emotions. If you are interested, let Xi Ping stay away first.
This seemed to be the first time the third brother said who he wanted to see.
"If I'm not wrong, this person may be a top-level inspiration." Zhou Ying said slowly, "There are very few records about top-level inspiration in history. After all, most of such people will go crazy and die before they can live to enter the Tao. Occasionally, I'm afraid it's hard to describe in words... I guess that ancient demon god was the top inspiration, and nearly 40% of the ancient inscriptions that have been handed down in the world are inherited from Wuxinlian."
The inscription communicates everything in the world, and it is not something that can be created. The existing inscriptions are all innovative inscriptions, and they are all based on the ancient inscriptions, making some minor changes.
So where did the ancient inscriptions come from
It is very likely that those top inspirations who can see the world in a different way "translated" what they saw and felt.
A top inspiring person trapped in Sanyue Mountain, where the sun is out of sight.
This description is shudderingly familiar.
"No," Xi Ping downcast, "Use a paper doll to build it up. If the paper doll breaks, your consciousness will be injured. This bald man has a higher level of cultivation than mine. He is probably an ascendant. I don't know if it's an enemy or a friend. I can't protect him if he suddenly gets into trouble." hold you."
"Don't talk to me in your 'Tai Sui' tone." Zhou Ying scoffed at him, "I have my own measure, take care of yourself."
"I'm going to meet him."
Xi Ping probably had some relief in his heart, and the figure flashed and landed on the edge of the lotus pond that had been completely "unintentionally".
As soon as he approached, he saw that the pool of water seemed to be boiling, with countless bubbles, and there were different people on each bubble. The surrounding spiritual energy suddenly froze, and the other party built a small space like a mustard seed around the lotus pond.
Xi Ping blinked, feeling as if he saw Qiu Sha on the bubble, and before he could look carefully, the bubble shattered again.
A lotus snake swam to the shore, and slowly raised its head, revealing a bald head with flying features: "I saw your leaves move just now, who are you talking to, talking for so long? Talking bad about me?"
"Not yet, when you know whether your honor is an enemy or a friend, it won't be too late to scold you behind your back." Xi Ping said calmly, "Just now, I was just cramming and asking people about your origin."
Zhuo Ming opened two mouths, one "giggled" and did not affect the other's speech - Xi Ping couldn't help but feel a little envious.
"You are interesting, I like you. My name is Zhuo Ming, and I am the direct disciple of Great Elder Xuanwu. What do you want to find out? Let me tell you."
"Oh, I just said that the opera singer is not a good thing." Xi Ping sighed, staring at those indiscriminate eyes.
Zhuo Ming was grinning, and Xi Ping's spiritual mask was reflected in his pupils.
For a moment, Xi Ping saw something familiar in those eyes - the third brother often did this when he was young, sometimes his eyes would focus on strange places, and his eyes would seem to wander a little... until later he built the city mansion, learned to Camouflaged.
Xi Ping suddenly asked: "Are you a top inspiration?"
Zhuo Ming's laughter stopped abruptly, and his slightly wandering gaze sharpened suddenly, as if turning into a sharp knife to pierce the altar of the person in front of him: "You are contacting Zhou Ying."
This freak has actually heard of his third brother
"I know him... I know him..." Zhuo Ming became excited, his eyes rolled uncontrollably, "The last sacrifice of Dawan Zhou's family... same as me... he is the same as me..."
I don't know why, after hearing this, Xi Ping felt a little indescribable: "Uh... Maybe it's not the same."
Hearing the sound of "哗啦" in the water, the lotus flower almost flew out. It grew to the height of a person, and suddenly leaned in front of Xi Ping, staring at Xi Ping with terrifying eyes: "What is Zhou Ying like? Does he have hair?" ?”
Xi Ping: "... quite a lot."
Before he could finish speaking, Lianhua almost yelled frantically: "Won't he pull out his hair? Won't he pull out his hair?"
Good guy! This bald man couldn't be pulled out one by one by himself, right
Fortunately, Jie Zi had a perfect voice, otherwise, this voice would have yelled the entire other courtyard... the entire Huangsun Mansion.
Xi Ping leaned back: "He is not good at this!"
Before Xi Ping finished speaking, a pair of hands stretched out from out of nowhere, and grabbed Xi Ping's collar—Xi Ping found that not only was his head hairless, but he didn't even have a nail on his hands!
"What does he eat? Does he eat mud? Does he cut his own flesh?"
Xi Ping clasped a pre-painted charm in his palm, and slapped Lianhua's hand flying: "Don't touch the indecent! The Dawan royal family won't do it, it's not that poor!"
Lianhua stared at him incredulously, as if she wanted to find evidence of his lying from Xi Ping's face: "Is he fighting for power with those people every day? How can he be so ordinary?"
Xi Ping: "..."
He didn't catch a word, after all, he was a foreigner... What did this bald flower say about his third brother
"How can... how can..." Lianhuatou was anxious, and several mouths popped out of her body.
"How can he be so ordinary?"
"Is he crazy..."
"He's not normal, he must be crazy!"
Xi Ping was speechless for a moment.
Zhou Ying asked through the Reincarnation Wood: "What did Wu Xinlian say?"
Xi Ping: "It must be crazy to say that you are not bald, do not harm yourself, and do not eat dirt."
Zhou Ying: "..."
At this moment, the veins in the hands of the lotus blossomed violently, and a gust of wind smelt of water swept towards him.
Zhuo Ming yelled as if he was collapsing, his voice was so loud that Xi Ping wanted to vomit.
He only felt that the spiritual energy in his whole body stagnated, and his breath was directly stuck in his chest. The next moment, those slender and pale arms like a girl dragged him into the lotus pond, and he had no room to resist.
Xi Ping immediately held his breath: This bald man is indeed a rising spirit!
Stretching out his hand, a few strings of the qin had already been pulled between his fingers. Xi Ping flicked his fingers and a sword qi slashed out, hitting the lotus, but only left a white mark on the dark red flower stem.
The gap between the half-step ascension and the real ascension without water!