Chapter 334 Eight Mad Beliefs
"There's currently no way to deal with the corpse fire. But my parents discovered something: when a living creature dies in front of a corpse fire, the corpse fire will become parasitic on the corpse and won't move."
Luo Jiming accurately pulled out a scroll from a pile of scrolls, spread it out and pointed it at Luo Xuanyi.
"I've tried that too. One day I took three hares into the Dragonfall Land. Before entering, I killed one of them and kept the other two alive."
"When I encountered a road blocked by corpse fire, I first killed a live rabbit and threw it beside the road. Sure enough, the corpse fire that was blocking the road moved to the corpse. After a while, I threw out the rabbit carcass I had killed earlier, and the corpse fire did not move. I threw out the live rabbit again, and the corpse fire moved."
After carefully rolling up the scroll, Luo Jiming said regretfully, "It's a pity that I can't practice cultivation and can't see the fluctuations of soul power recorded in the classics. Otherwise, I would definitely be able to see more."
"No, that's enough."
Luo Xuanyi, considering her own two encounters with Green Heart White Flame, pondered, "Perhaps, the corpse fire transfers in order to seize the soul."
The two times the green heart white flame was generated were when Luo Xuanyi burned the Yao family soul seal. It urgently absorbed the soul to strengthen itself and almost took away Luo Xuanyi's original ghost fire.
Luo Jiming's experiment further confirmed this.
Luo Xuanyi usually uses a large number of living souls, and is very familiar with seizing souls. From the time a living creature dies and its soul leaves the body to the time the living soul enters the cycle of reincarnation, the time is only a breath.
In other words, if you want to obtain souls, you must choose the right time.
If a living creature is killed prematurely, its soul will have already entered the cycle of reincarnation, leaving only resentment and hatred on the corpse. This is why the Green Heart and White Flame will attach to the corpse of a freshly killed living creature, ignoring dead things.
If this is really the case, then it will be much easier. Luo Xuanyi doesn't have much else, but she has enough living souls.
"I understand. Thank you."
After figuring everything out, Luo Xuanyi stood up and put her hand on Luo Jiming's shoulder. Luo Jiming felt a surge of warmth in his heart, and the coldness of the hand on his shoulder didn't seem so hard to bear.
"I'm going to go into the Dragonfall Land for a while. Do you want to come with me?"
Luo Jiming did not hesitate.
"Please take me away!"
His words were sonorous and powerful, his gaze was firm and natural, and he had no idea how Luo Xuanyi viewed him.
Luo Xuanyi patted his shoulder with relief, then withdrew her hand and looked around the room.
"As for these scrolls and tomes..."
Luo Jiming also followed her gaze.
"The bookshelves are filled with the Luo family's surviving classics. They were taken away in batches back then, and most of them were stolen by the Blackwood Sect." Luo Jiming stepped over the pages scattered on the ground, his eyes filled with only stone tablets and books. "It is said that the most core of the Poison Dao, 'The Corruption Heaven Strategy', was lost in the chaos. What a pity..."
"The Corruption Heaven Strategy is in my master's hands." Luo Xuanyi recalled the bookshelves in the hall and continued to promise the surprised Luo Jiming, "When you reach Zang Yao Sect, you can start practicing again."
"real?!"
"Yes. The Feitian Soup developed by my master can cleanse the spiritual roots. I can also make it, but I still lack good spiritual roots. When the time comes, I will find a good person to dig out a spiritual root for you, and then you can practice."
It was as if a hammer hit his solar plexus. Luo Jiming felt dizzy and his feet were light-headed.
Luo Xuanyi had no need to lie to him, and Luo Jiming could not possibly question her words.
In the end, he just said with full admiration: "My uncle is really a genius."
"Yes." Luo Xuanyi would not deny Taoist Hua Shen's qualifications in this regard. She was even deeply influenced by him in her behavior and conduct, but this did not prevent her from admiring him and regarding him as an enemy.
Luo Xuanyi never deceives herself.
After hearing her words, Luo Jiming felt a surge of joy from the bottom of his heart, feeling an endless supply of strength welling up within him. He rolled up his sleeves and said, "Sister Yi, I'll put the books away. My parents also left me a storage bag that you should be able to use."
"Use my storage bag."
Even if Luo Jiming didn't bring up these things, Luo Xuanyi would still pocket them.
"That's fine," Luo Jiming agreed without hesitation, and walked around to the room behind the load-bearing wall. It turned out to be filled with all sorts of boxes, all filled with antiques inlaid with jewels, which he treasured. He sorted the slate books carefully into boxes for safekeeping.
Seeing that he ignored the scrolls scattered all over the floor, Luo Xuanyi couldn't help but pick up one, which contained some experimental records: "Apart from the classics, you won't bring anything else?"
Luo Jiming nodded hesitantly and embarrassedly.
"Sister Yi, I'm afraid these records are just some childish scribbles, so I won't embarrass myself."
Closing the scroll, Luo Xuanyi tilted her head to look over and finally realized something.
"No. Your experimental arrangements and records are quite clear, and you've also made some innovative attempts. Your set of glass bottles is quite impressive; I've never seen anything made of glass."
Luo Jiming hugged the wooden box tightly in his arms and lowered his head: "...It's just that I can't practice cultivation. I can't use spiritual energy to generate alchemy fire to refine pills like my ancestors did, so I came up with this inferior method."
Luo Jiming has a deep sense of inferiority in his bones. He is proud of his bloodline, but whenever he faces the Luo family's classics, he feels deeply powerless.
No matter what difficulties he encountered, the ancient scriptures could help him resolve them. Conversely, whenever he thought he had made a breakthrough, he would eventually find that these had already been recorded in the scriptures and replaced by better and more superior methods.
When he was trying to convince himself that it was the Luo family's ancestors who were too powerful, Luo Xuanyi and Taoist Hua Shen appeared.
"It must be painful to live in the shadows."
A simple sentence, like a trickle of water, surprisingly moisturizes the soul.
Luo Jiming looked up at Luo Xuanyi. If it wasn't her who said this, he would have been sarcastic.
However, Luo Xuanyi is his cousin.
"I've also always lived... under my father's shadow. He was a genius," Luo Xuanyi paused, a look of sadness on her face. "And he had so many children. I was just one of a thousand. All the fighting and research he did was childish in his eyes."
“But you have to know that all our efforts are not for the praise of others, but for ourselves.”
"You've worked so hard on your own until now, which is quite impressive."
"Take all these scrolls with you."
"Sister Yi..."
Although they had not been together for long and even his words and actions were restrained and pretended, at this moment, Luo Jiming really wanted to call her sister.
These heartfelt words finally made him feel that the distance between him and Luo Xuanyi had narrowed. Before these words, he had always felt that Luo Xuanyi was smiling on the surface, but actually cold and indifferent.
It turns out that she would also feel sad because of her family.
Luo Xuanyi, whose eyes were filled with tears because of an emotion she had never felt before, turned her head away, took a deep breath and regained her composure.
"Okay, I'll help you collect it too. Let's pack up and leave here as soon as possible to avoid being stopped by anyone."
Their movements became more than ten times more efficient. Luo Xuanyi extended dozens of "hands" from her death energy, sweeping every inscribed scroll, scrap of paper, and bottle into her storage bag, even the bookshelf itself.
"When you said someone stopped us, did you mean Huan Bai and the others?"
"That's right, but there are other people chasing me besides them."
Luo Jiming stood still, the bloody history flashing through his mind, and a cold flame burned in his chest.
"Have you and your uncle ever thought of counterattack and revenge?"
"Of course we have to do this." Luo Xuanyi confirmed that nothing was left out of the house, nodding with satisfaction, like a swarm of locusts passing through. "But it's not the right time yet."
After taking a look at Luo Jiming, she changed the subject and continued.
"Of course, if there's anything I need your help with, I won't hesitate to ask."
Luo Jiming immediately broke into a broad smile, then turned to genuinely worry about Luo Xuanyi: "Will it be too conspicuous for someone to notice you bringing a mortal like me along?"
"I was just about to tell you this." Luo Xuanyi pulled the body she had never retracted to her side. "Do you believe me?"
"certainly."
"Then come and see."
Luo Xuanyi pointed at the lines on the skin. The marks seemed to be alive and moving. Looking closely, they turned out to be mountains and rivers.
"There is a world inside, called the Netherworld, which is beyond this world. Once you enter, you will not be discovered by anyone in this world."
In other words, this is a cage from which there is absolutely no escape.
Luo Jiming nodded immediately: "What should I do?"
"You don't have to do anything, just close your eyes and wait."
Luo Jiming obediently closed his eyes as he listened to the gentle words. He only felt a gust of cold wind blowing around him, but out of his closeness and trust in Luo Xuanyi, he did not open his eyes.
"By the way, there are eight more people inside. After you go in...just say I let you in."
Who is it? Before Luo Jiming could ask, he felt dizzy and suddenly opened his eyes, only to see dark clouds and the moon.
Seeing Luo Jiming struggling to get up in the Netherworld, Luo Xuanyi, who hadn't observed this world for a long time, couldn't help but frown and take a closer look.
She remembered the last time she'd seen them was when Jiang... Duanri was preaching to the other seven people, which had made her subconsciously stop paying attention to the situation in the Netherworld. She wondered how they were doing now.
I hope things can get back to normal. Luo Xuanyi prayed for the first time.
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The world is full of silence.
Luo Jiming dusted himself off and looked up at the enormous stone tablet illuminated by the moonlight. The three characters "Youdujie" (Youdu Realm) were neatly carved into the ground, tilting slightly downward, as if looking down at him.
Looking around, Luo Jiming didn't see the eight people Luo Xuanyi had mentioned, or rather, not a single person. A few shadowy figures flickered faintly in the distant darkness, their prying eyes gradually gathering.
He had never been watched like this before, and he felt uncomfortable and walked away, trying to find a place to rest.
"Are you a new believer?"
Suddenly, a voice came from the darkness.
The voice was clearly speaking human language, but the pronunciation and intonation were strange, as if it was just imitating human speech.
Luo Jiming suddenly felt cold all over, but this was Luo Xuanyi's Youdu Realm, so he calmed down when he thought of this.
"I don't know what a believer is. I was sent here by my sister to take refuge."
As soon as he finished speaking, a burst of tiny, fragmented sounds echoed in the darkness, a strange language that sounded like the mooing of cows and sheep, the chirping of birds and the spouting of whales, mixed together in varying strengths. But if you listened carefully, you could tell that those strange tones were all human speech.
"Clan sister?"
"What does Clan Sister mean?"
"I don't know. Master Believer never taught me."
"It's clearly the aura of God that's fluctuating..."
"He smells so bad..."
"So this is what the stench of flesh and blood smells like."
"Did the gods send someone? We should tell the believers..."
A figure jumped out of the darkness. Luo Jiming subconsciously took a step back and saw a three-legged deer with blue flames burning in its antlers gracefully lowering its head towards him and speaking in strange human language.
"Unknown visitor, please follow me. I will take you to see the Lord Believers."
Like the spirit beasts in the book, they are psychic and intelligent.
Luo Jiming looked the three-legged deer up and down, and only felt bursts of cold air emanating from it, without a trace of gentle spiritual power fluctuations.
It reminded him of Luo Xuanyi.
"How many believers does yours have?" Luo Jiming asked tentatively.
"Eight."
The three-legged deer led the way, taking light steps and landing without a sound. Even in the moonlight, it didn't cast a shadow.
Luo Jiming followed silently behind and disappeared into the darkness.
The three-legged deer remained silent. The flame on its head was the only light source that allowed Luo Jiming to see his surroundings. But this weak light was not enough. He accidentally tripped over a depression and nearly fell.
"Excuse me."
Suddenly, tiny sparks of light lit up in the darkness, and the blue sea of fire illuminated everything. Luo Jiming couldn't help but close his eyes for a while before he adapted. Now he walked very smoothly.
After walking for an unknown period of time, Luo Jiming suddenly saw a huge building illuminated by fire.
The first time he saw the building, Luo Jiming felt uncomfortable for some reason. But he couldn't put his finger on what was wrong.
This building doesn't quite resemble a palace; if anything, it resembles a spiral staircase ascending to the heavens. Countless snow-white boulders, polished into towering pillars, are placed on the ground in a pattern, like hands reaching toward the heavens in prayer for salvation.
The steps were all polished red stone, each step far longer and wider than Luo Jiming could have imagined, yet someone had still carved dense patterns all over them. Each image was different, enough to imagine the carver's piety.
Looking up from below, the ladder to heaven seems to have no end, and it also seems that there is only darkness and nothingness at the end.
He stood at the bottom of the stairs and suddenly felt deeply insignificant.
Suddenly, a voice came from the top of the ladder.
"What is it?"
The voice was solemn and dignified, echoing from above like heavenly music across the mountains and rivers. The owner of the voice must be extremely wise and rational, with no trace of superfluous emotion in his tone.
The three-legged deer walked aside without answering, and then Luo Jiming realized that he had to answer.
"I'm Luo Jiming. My sister sent me to this world to live temporarily."
As soon as he finished speaking, Luo Jiming suddenly felt a gust of wind sweeping him up, the world spinning around him, and he saw a red staircase suddenly appear below him. He struggled for a few times before his feet finally landed on the ground.
Before he could look around, the red stairs under his feet suddenly trembled and burst into a burst of blood-red smoke, which scared him.
The blood mist filled the entire staircase for a moment. Luo Jiming could not see anything, and only heard the solemn voice of Bao Xiang choking with sobs.
"There's no mistake. Only when you have the breath of God on you will the sacrificial ladder react."
"God, you finally sent someone!"
Luo Jiming stood in the center of the blood mist, unable to understand what was going on and at a loss.
Luo Xuanyi, who was outside the Youdu Realm, suddenly felt something was wrong.
She stared at the fog and saw a young man walking out of the fog first, holding a prayer flag and with a fire burning behind him. Who else could it be but Duanri?
Unaware of the gazes from outside the world, Duanri was deeply moved and hugged the prayer flag. Suddenly, he opened his arms and chanted towards the sky.
"God, your people are ready to preach for you. I have never slacked off in the mission you entrusted to me. Please see!"
The blood mist on the stone steps gradually dissipated, and the seven figures became clearer and clearer. They did not look at Luo Jiming, but all looked up at the sky.
Luo Jiming looked at them with a strange expression.
Duanri waved his finger and recited the scriptures silently with ups and downs of rhythm.
"The Supreme God has transformed the seven of them, but living in the Kingdom of God is merely God's mercy, not the path that believers should pursue."
"Now they have each understood your mercy and your way, abandoned worldly names and returned to the Kingdom of God. God, please let us praise you!"
Among the seven people, one took a step forward.
"Under the guidance of God, I have realized the true Tao. The Tao is not fixed; it flows through the world, hidden in life. It is dissected through death, and judged by God."
"I dissect the Way for God, sacrificing my life and risking my own death. By dissecting my body, I manifest the Way."
Ming Dao carried a massive bone sword on his back, his hands folded over his shoulders. He tilted his head slightly, eyes tightly shut, and a continuous wailing sound emanated from every visible part of his skin. Luo Jiming took a closer look and realized that Ming Dao's entire body was covered in the faces of vengeful spirits, wailing and wailing!
After Mingdao, another person stepped forward. Her face was filled with compassion, one hand holding a burning red lotus, the other pressed to her heart, her legs slashed, the deathly energy turning into blood that flowed endlessly.
"In God's grace, I know true goodness, which leads people to the Kingdom of God. In the Kingdom of God, there is neither sorrow nor suffering, only bliss."
"Wherever my followers of God walk, the Kingdom of God will descend. To bring the Kingdom of God, I will show goodness."
Luo Xuanyi, who was outside, couldn't help but twitch her eyelids when she saw Mile'er changed her name to Mingshan.
She was obviously prepared, but the day always brought her new "surprises".
Another person came forward, singing with deep emotion.
"Me! I see that in God's Kingdom there are no seasons. The concept of time does not exist, and the birth, old age, sickness, and death that come with the seasons are also gone. The true God does not need to use all the unnecessary suffering in the original world to explain His principles to His people."
"After understanding this, I came to an understanding. I will spend my life explaining this truth to the world. I am Ming Ji."
Ming Ji's arms were covered with tongues. When he spoke, there was a sound like bells and drums. Luo Jiming felt dizzy and his legs trembled, and he almost fell to his knees.
Just as he was about to kneel down, someone suddenly reached out a hand to support him. The hand was cold and slippery, and it seemed to be holding something, pressing against his flesh, giving him goose bumps all over his body.
"Poor heart."
The cold hand loosened, and its owner sighed compassionately.
"The heart is the seat of life. In this clear and pure world, I listen to the enlightenment of the Tao, and my heart rejoices; I see the divine, and my heart is filled with gratitude. Free from defilement and desire, I worship the divine as my heart, and my divine way is within it."
"The mind of the world is clouded by impurities, which is lamentable. Only by being cleansed by God can it be liberated. I am the mind of the gods."
Mingxin held the bone bottle in one hand and a long string of hearts strung together with hemp rope in the other. The organs stretched out on the ground, stretching so long that the end was invisible.
Luo Jiming felt his scalp tingling, and he pressed his hand against his chest to make sure that his heart was still in his body.
A pair of eyes swept over his body, and saw a man turning out from behind Mingxin, holding a long bone-scraping knife, a bone-breaking hammer on his waist, and a corpse mirror on his back. His whole body was carefully painted with images of human meridians, blood vessels, and bones using bluestone mixed with gold powder.
Mingrong bowed reverently toward the sky.
"God, the human body is nothing more than bones, blood, and flesh. We breathe foul air and swallow blood and flesh. After death, we rot into mud and maggots burrow through our chests."
"God will remove my filthy body and grant me a pure soul. I will pass on the Five-Colored Ring to God."
Mingrong was flanked by two figures, one on each side. The figure on the right held a picture of the night, depicting a cracking earth, barren vegetation, a sunless sky, and starving people everywhere. He passionately kissed the picture.
"I lament the lack of light in the world, so God has given us the moon to illuminate the mountains and rivers. God's grace is all in the light, and only darkness can reveal His mercy."
"May the divine moon shine upon the world. I will be the light against the darkness. I will be the brightness."
The man on the left was as quiet as a corpse, his voice low and hoarse. He opened his hands, exposing his abdomen. Countless mosquitoes, maggots and insects were crawling through his flesh and bones, and drops of pus were oozing out, forming insect eggs wherever they flowed.
"The sheep of this world are mediocre, their seven orifices blocked, their skins sealed with flesh. I wish to drive the flock for the gods, letting mosquitoes pierce my seven orifices, and sealing my heart with plague. Only through a hundred kinds of suffering can I achieve nirvana and hear the words of the gods. I am Mingwu."
The forging day is full of passion and shouting.
"God, Almighty God, do you see? Do you hear? Please grant us a mission!"
"We are willing to fight for God!"
Luo Jiming trembled all over and stared at the eight strange-looking people in front of him.
I was infected. I was given a brain disease by the damn Duanri.
Looking at the appearance of this group of monsters and demons, Luo Xuanyi hugged her head in pain.
Needless to say, the magical weapons in these people's hands must have been refined by this guy Duanri.
Luo Xuanyi felt her throat itchy and she paced around the room restlessly, feeling as if a fire was burning from her heart to her face.
These lyrics, the weird accents, the exaggerated decorations.
So scary!
Luo Xuanyi wished she could erase her memory and pretend she hadn't heard or seen anything.
In this world, Luo Jiming, trembling all over, opened his eyes wide.
"Amazing! Amazing! Sister!"
Luo Jiming could not think of anything else except excitedly shouting "Awesome!" He was so excited that he could hardly control himself and wanted to punch the air a few times.
So cool!
Are you a brainiac too?!
Luo Xuanyi punched the wooden table, and the thick long table broke into two pieces.
Dust danced in the beam of light from the window. Looking at the cross-section of the wooden table, Luo Xuanyi finally calmed down.
That's right, stay calm, remove those weird things, and look carefully and you will find that this is actually a good thing.
She had been intentionally ignoring these eight people and hadn't noticed that the strength of these eight... eight people had actually all reached the early stage of the Void Refinement Realm.
There is no such thing as realm in the cultivation of strange cultivators. Before their death, they were all Jindan Yuanying cultivators who had fought to the death in Zang Yao Sect. The Yintian Five Turbidities Scroll did not need to absorb evil thoughts, and coupled with the endless pure death energy in the Youdu Realm, it was common for them to reach the Yuanying realm.
But the level of the Refining Void Stage is different. Refining Void must be supported by Dao Seeds. Luo Xuanyi's Dao Seeds are the Dao of the Upper Observer Formation. What about their Dao Methods?
Luo Xuanyi calmed down and was finally able to look at the Netherworld again.
The eight of them all practiced Taoism based on their faith in Luo Xuanyi, the god. Furthermore, they were divided into eight different sects.
Duanri himself is a fanatic.
With Luo Xuanyi's brain, it was difficult for her to imagine what kind of mental journey these people had gone through to come up with eight paths without Luo Xuanyi's intervention at all.
But putting aside the doubts, these ways made the Youdu world, which originally had no special Taoism, gradually become perfect.
The perfect Netherworld fed back to them, and with the blessing of the world, the eight people could be said to be true messengers of God, just like the celestial beasts in this world, which explained their rapid growth in strength.
They entered the Tao with their faith in Luo Xuanyi, which also ensured the loyalty of the eight of them to Luo Xuanyi.
Furthermore, if one ponders these eight paths, one will find that they indeed align perfectly with the master-servant relationship of the All Evils Attack the Ghosts Art and the Yintian Wutu Scroll. Their respective daoist principles, when combined, purport to annihilate the external world. Wherever there is killing, there is evil thought and living souls, all of which can be offered to Luo Xuanyi for cultivation.
Perhaps we can find a time to prepare the bodies of these people and send them to this world.
Luo Xuanyi shuddered suddenly when she thought of these eight people standing in front of her.
Still be cautious and choose the time carefully.
Let’s prepare the physical body first.
She glanced towards the Netherworld and thought for a long time.
On the sacrificial ladder, eight people plus Luo Jiming, nine people, looked up eagerly at the dark clouds in the sky, as if they would just stare like this until the miracle appeared.
It wasn't as if. Duanri was enjoying the tempering brought by God with a cheerful face. He even forced himself not to tremble, so that he could feel God's grace more deeply.
Duanri has been thinking a lot these days.
God said that he wanted to preach to all living beings, but apart from the way of self-cultivation in the prayer flags, what is the way of the heart?
The fact that God didn't say it wasn't because God omitted it. It must have been because God had already told him the answer, but he was just too stupid to understand what God meant.
Duan Ri then led the seven people to travel through the Netherworld again. Originally, the seven people's journey was to prove that it was an illusion, but now, they were searching for the true way of God.
They met new creatures and told them the Word of God; they rowed on the sea, listening to the sound of the waves in an attempt to find the lingering sound of the Word.
Gradually, the seven people all gained some enlightenment, but the direction of their enlightenment was different. Duanri believed that what Mingdao, Mingshan, Mingxin and others said was all wrong.
Their understanding of God is too narrow. God is vast, changeable, and capricious.
Whatever God does is His way. Believers need only follow His footsteps. To define God as a single way is to bind Him.
After hearing this, the seven people suddenly understood. Although they did not agree with his fanatical beliefs, they all regarded him as the leader of believers.
However, Duanri did not want the title of the leader of believers. He looked up at the sky fanatically, trying to find a little bit of God's breath in the clouds again.
God, if you have mercy on us, please give us a mission; if you hate us, please punish us.
There is only one thing: please do not abandon us and never show your divine light again.
A ray of light parted the clouds and shone on Duanri's face.
Duanri shed tears and shouted emotionally.
“Oh my God!”
A scroll floated down from a gap in the clouds in the sky and fell into Duanri's hands.
Luo Jiming, who could have caught the scroll with just a stretch of his hand, silently rubbed his shoulder that was knocked away and said nothing.
Duanri unfolded the scroll and recited the pale golden words aloud, word for word, as if proclaiming a message. As he read, tears welled up in his eyes.
"In the future, we will fight for the Kingdom of God."
These eight words made the Netherworld boil over.
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