Shura
Even Pei Xilai, who has always been disliked for being stupid, appears dull because he has learned about this bizarre world from books since he was a child. He is not really stupid.
Xingyun is also a smart guy.
This is actually something that is very easy to guess. Bie Jingchun needs to escape someone's eyes to tell the secret to Chi Zhouhai.
Bie Jingchun has reached the pinnacle of humanity, and there is only one thing standing between him and the world.
Xingyun felt his voice trembling: "Isn't it said that God loves the world?"
Bie Jingchun asked in return: "Does the world need to love the sky?"
Xingyun wanted to open his mouth to argue, but he didn't know where to start.
Finally he asked, "Does he know these...old monks, the Zen masters?"
Bie Jingchun said calmly, "He is a rare and insightful person. He won't let himself die in vain."
Xingyun's body was trembling. If Changxia hadn't pulled him in time, he would have fallen to the ground.
This answer overturned his understanding of the past century.
Xingyun suddenly thought of the old monk who often drank tea under the Bodhi tree.
When he longed for the prosperous world outside, the Zen master always poured him a glass of water and told him to calm down.
How did he answer?
"I've practiced and done my homework, why are you still keeping me under control?"
The Zen master said: "If you have nothing to do, you can go to the Sutra Library and read more books."
Xingyun said disdainfully, "The Sutra Library has 12,000 volumes, and I've already read them all."
The Zen master said, "Are there really twelve thousand volumes?"
Xingyun still remembers the day when the drizzle was lingering. The Zen master placed the rocking chair under the eaves, half-closed his eyes, and listened leisurely to the sound of the rain.
He stared at the Zen master's half-wet green monk's robe and thought to himself, the old monk is really confused. He has counted again and again, how could it not be twelve thousand volumes.
If you don’t see how high the blue sky is, you don’t know how thick the loess is.
Until now, when the Zen master had died, he finally left the Little Spiritual Mountain, which he thought had trapped his freedom.
During these days, from Changxia to Yu Hanzhu, and then to Bie Jingchun, whenever he felt that he had understood the world well enough, someone would always come out and teach him what it meant that there is always someone better than you.
He once thought that he and the old monk were only a stone's throw away, but now he finally understood what it meant to be so close yet so far away.
Of course, Xiaolingshan’s collection of books is more than 12,000 volumes, and the world he saw is only the world that the old monk wanted him to see.
He is a frog in the well, a mayfly in the water, and a creature always in the palm of someone's hand.
He is so small and ridiculous.
Chang Xia was impatient to keep supporting such a person, so he handed him to Pei Xilai.
She was concerned about another question: "Master, why did you pull me down here?"
Telling stories is more like a spontaneous act, after all, it seems like what Zuo Qin should do.
In fact, she had other things she wanted to ask, such as her master's detailed knowledge of the Shura clan, and her master's unusual hatred for the fairy world, as if it had been planted four thousand years ago.
But she didn't ask.
If the master wants to talk about his private affairs, he can tell her. If he doesn't want to talk about them, she won't ask.
"Didn't I just tell you?" Bie Jingchun looked at this space. Under the green light, it seemed so peaceful. "Give Caishou something it likes."
Upon hearing this, Changxia summoned Caishou, and the enchanting sword was covered with purple light.
It was indeed very excited.
Why
Changxia looked at Bie Jingchun in confusion.
"Don't you think that the sword that cuts people's lifespans is very similar to the Shura Sword that cuts through time and space in my story?"
The swordsman with a young face lightly drew his fingertips in the air, and a stream of green light seemed to have consciousness and fell on his fingers.
Bie Jingchun took advantage of the situation and covered Cai Shou's sword with flowing light.
Cai Shou let out a clear whistling sound from his sword, and the flowing light also leaped.
They were like old friends reuniting after a long separation.
"Ashuras are less intelligent than strong. They recognize people not by memory or brains, but by blood and breath. Even if their enemies stand before them covered in the blood of their clansmen, they will still treat them as blood relatives."
He sneered: "A bunch of fools, they deserve to be exterminated."
Changxia felt that his master was being stubborn. Although he said sarcastic words, his tone was full of nostalgia.
"You once asked me about the origin of Caishou, but I didn't tell you because it was also an ominous sword."
"A Shura will always avenge his grudges. Though he may die, his hatred lives on. This resentment, wrapped in the remaining Shura flesh and blood that hadn't been refined by the immortal realm, formed a sword with the strongest killing intent. This is the origin of the Life-Cutting Sword. Cutting human lifespans is a distortion of the cutting of time and space."
"Then where is this place..." Chang Xia asked with calm eyes as he looked at the green light and the purple mysterious sword.
"This is where the immortals refined Shuras back then."
"Under the watchful eyes of Heaven, He will not allow His Six Paths to become unbalanced. Therefore, the Immortal Realm dares not take action against the Shura Path in Cang Xuan."
But Chi Zhouhai is a very good place.
Because Cang Xuan’s heaven cannot reach here.
"This is also why the 'new demon race' can only be born in Chi Zhouhai. Forcing the flesh and blood of the two races to merge is not allowed by heaven. If the newly born demon race enters Cang Xuan before reaching the Spirit Severing Stage, they will be immediately targeted and killed by heaven.
But at the same time, Shura flesh and blood are not a good thing for the human race. It can quickly increase strength in the short term, but over time... the powerful Shura flesh and blood will slowly corrode the "human" part, eventually turning into a mass of unknown monsters.
Most of these were researched by Zuo Qin. In a way, he had to thank his careless apprentice.
If that kid hadn't suddenly come up with the idea of falling into the devil, Zuo Qin wouldn't have been idle and studying these dirty-looking things.
Thinking of this, Bie Jingchun suddenly looked up at Changxia.
Meeting the master's gaze, Chang Xia asked, "What's wrong, Master?"
Bie Jingchun shook his head: "Nothing."
He sighed in his heart, alas, disciples are all debts.
"Put Caishou here. The resentment in him and the remaining Shura flesh and blood here will allow him to evolve again."
As for what it will evolve into, no one knows.
"As for us, we have other tasks."
He glanced into the distance.
According to intelligence, there is a huge formation in this space, which serves as the main body to connect Chi Zhouhai in all directions. Those formations are constantly washing Chi Zhouhai's foundation, making Chi Zhouhai slowly become what the fairy world wants.
Zuo Qin couldn't come to Chi Zhouhai, so he could only ask Bie Jingchun to destroy the formation here on his behalf.
He should have known long ago that Zuo Qin had forced him to learn the formation just to have him run errands.
What good shit can that sinister villain possibly come up with?
The talisman paper given by Zuo Qin had become a little dim, so Chang Xia took out another stack and pasted it all over the spaceship.
After a while, Xingyun calmed down and was able to calm down and stand up.
He glanced at Changxia calmly. He could no longer refute her inhumane behavior and could only accept it passively.
Think about it in a positive way. It is you who is in the spaceship now, and it is you who is enjoying the treatment of a rich family.
It seems not so uncomfortable
Pei Xilai watched Chang Xia apply the talisman paper and sighed, "Talisman paper is still very convenient. If I were to use a flying sword to protect the spaceship, it would be much more cumbersome."
Xingyun: ...
He jumped up suddenly.
"You said, flying sword"
Pei Xilai nodded: "I'm from the Western Territory, of course I use a flying sword."
It is well known that the West is rich in blacksmiths.
"Your flying swords can form a sword formation equivalent to her talisman formation."
"Although Master Zuo's talisman paper is unrivaled in the world, the power of our Western Territory's first-grade flying sword is not bad either."
"You have so many flying swords on you now"
Pei Xilai said bewilderedly, "This doesn't require many flying swords."
Judging from the density of the talisman papers Changxia used, he took out two or three hundred, which should be enough.
Xingyun: ...
The guilt he felt towards the old monk instantly dissipated. How could this old bald monk not leave him any good things?
Pei Xilai didn't know how he had angered the little monk in front of him. He said helplessly, "Master Xingyun, are you interested in flying swords? How about I give you a few?"
Xingyun originally wanted to say no, but after taking a look at the storage bag that Pei Xilai handed over, he swallowed the words.
If you can get a good deal, don't miss it.
What's more, it's a great bargain.
After Changxia had once again protected the spacecraft inside and out, he handed the helm to Bie Jingchun.
Firstly, she had no information and secondly, she didn't understand the formation. It would be better to leave professional matters to professionals.
Li Bai rarely meets his master, and now he is sitting next to Bie Jingchun, chattering and asking questions.
Changxia suddenly became idle.
She took out her kite and, as usual, wanted to send a message to Xie Fengxue. Bored, she scrolled through the pages of the kite, which were all messages she had sent to Xie Fengxue, but Xie Fengxue hadn't replied.
I don’t know if there will be a day when her message will no longer reach that person.
Changxia thought darkly that it would be better if Xie Fengxue died outside, so that she wouldn't have to worry about him anymore.
Bie Jingchun turned his head and glanced at his apprentice: "If you are really bored, you can try other things."
"For example, if you take a nap, maybe you can see Axue in your dream."
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone in the boat pricked up their ears.
Xingyun, Pei Xilai: She Changxia actually has someone she wants to see even in her dreams
Chang Xia: "Although entering the same dream is a very common thing, I am in Chi Zhouhai and he is in Cang Xuan. We don't even have the same sky above our heads. It is almost impossible to see my brother in a dream."
She glanced at Pei Xilai and Xingyun who were eavesdropping.
"Even if I use illusion to help and force myself into the dream, the most I can possibly do is see what stupid dreams these two idiots had in Chi Zhouhai."
Xingyun and Pei Xilai: ...
Bie Jingchun said, "Just give it a try. There's a saying that goes, 'What you think about during the day, you dream about at night.' Lovers will eventually marry. Maybe some god will see how pious you are and let you into Axue's dream."
Chang Xia said quietly: "Master, you forgot that the gods are our enemies. It's either they die or they die."
Bie Jingchun: ...
He didn't think of it for a moment.
But after hearing what Bie Jingchun said, Changxia really decided to give it a try.
The master's lies were not clever at all, and she wanted to see what he was up to.
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