Opening the cover, the paper of this "Record of Monasticism" is light yellow, emitting a faint musty smell, and the neat handwriting reads:

"The way of water and fire lies in balance. Only by transforming water and fire into yin and yang can one learn the master's method of blocking ice and practicing fire. After three years of practice, I have a sudden realization." "Practicing again?" Zhang Yuanqing raised his eyebrows. The last time he saw such a description was in the mountain temple. The note left by the resentful spirit lying on his shoulder mentioned some of the practice process.

Breathing exercises, drawing talismans, etc.

"The major professions in the Yin Era rely on practice to improve, rather than relying on character cards? It may also be the background setting of the spiritual realm. Yin Yang Sanren are all PCs, just like Wang Po and Xu Guafu,

The Demon Lord took this route, and he should have killed them at that time, but he was refreshed later, unless it can be confirmed that Yin Yang Sanren really existed in the past history. "

Thinking of this, Zhang Yuanqing turned on the computer at hand, logged into the official database, and searched for "Yin Yang Town". However, apart from a few guides, there was no information about Yin Yang Town in the official database.

"Even the Sandaoshan Goddess Temple is included, but the town where the people settle down is not in the database? Are the officials useless? What's going on?" Zhang Yuanqing cursed subconsciously, and then was stunned for a moment.

Why did I suddenly become irritable? Zhang Yuanqing pondered for a few seconds before reacting. One of the prices of the Yin-Yang robe is: volatile moods.

"Hu, restrain myself, restrain myself," he took a deep breath, "Yin Yang San Ren was a figure in the Ming Dynasty, but he is dead. As far as I know, the only strong man still alive in the Ming Dynasty is probably Lao Bangzi." He continued reading. Because it was in traditional Chinese, his reading speed was slow. After reading for more than ten minutes, he had a general understanding of Yin Yang San Ren's background.

He was born in a sect called "Shuihuojiao". The founder of the sect was a god in the Song Dynasty. The sect had a high status in the Central Plains, but the number of disciples was very small. It was not that the sect did not want to recruit more disciples.

Rather, there are too few people who have the qualifications to practice.

Yin Yang Sanren mentioned a concept: when heaven and earth change, those who can succeed will be able to do so.

"This is similar to what the temple priest said, the secret of the year of mourning." Zhang Yuanqing flipped through the pages quickly, but couldn't find the reason for the "changes in heaven and earth." He couldn't help but curse.

Maybe Yin Yang Sanren doesn’t know the specific reason either.

In addition, Zhang Yuanqing also noticed that according to Yin Yang Sanren himself, disciples like him who have mastered the "Ice and Fire Technique" are rare in the sect and are the elite among the elites.

"Water and fire in one body? According to the concept of spiritual realm practitioners, this means possessing two major professions. This is impossible among spiritual realm practitioners. If someone in the Five Elements Alliance possesses the abilities of two major professions at the same time, I will definitely hear about it, unless it is kept secret... Is it due to cultivation?"

He was thinking while reading the monastic records.

"After I mastered the Ice and Fire Technique, my cultivation improved day by day, and I became the leader of the Central Plains. Later, I set foot in the northern border and rarely met an opponent. After that, I went south to challenge the masters of various sects and won battle after battle. I heard that there was a Taoist friend in the Three Dao Mountains of Songfu who could control the wind and rain, catch ghosts and demons, and make elixirs and talismans. So I went to challenge him, but was defeated miserably."

"I returned to my master's sect feeling discouraged and told my master about this. He smiled and said: So did our master!"

Sandaoshan is talking about the old Buddha, right? It must be the old Buddha. Hiss, is the old ladder so strong? If I meet him in the spiritual realm in the future, I have to consider what kind of kneeling posture can better experience his sincerity:

Zhang Yuanqing gritted his teeth secretly, but a second later, he suddenly realized something was wrong and focused his attention on the four words "Master Yiran".

What Master Yin Yang Sanren meant was: Your master's great master was also tortured by Old Bangzi?

Hiss, the founder of the Water and Fire Sect was a figure from the Song Dynasty, and Lao Lazi took over from him. In other words, Lao Bangzi is ridiculously old, and the identity of Sandaoshan Niangniang is just a vest in her later years.

Zhang Yuanqing had to re-evaluate Lao Bangzi's strength.

As time went by, the Record of Cultivation became thinner and thinner. The subsequent contents were some insights of Yin Yang Sanren's travels and cultivation, mixed with the key points of breathing techniques, the distribution of meridians, etc. Anyway, Zhang Yuanqing didn't understand it.

What surprised him was that Yin Yang San Ren made many friends from both the good and evil paths during his travels. Yes, the evil paths refer to the evil professions. San Ren's evaluation of those evil professions' friends was that they were generous, chivalrous, and quick to take revenge.

"Yin Yang Sanren doesn't look like a person with distorted values. A solid evil profession, is he someone like Aunt Xiaoyuan? After watching him for most of his life, it seems that good and evil are not incompatible. It's not like the current spiritual realm walkers, where the enemy camps start fighting as soon as they meet, and they wish to beat their brains out."

Zhang Yuanqing quickly turned the pages, not very interested in what he had seen during his travels. It is worth mentioning that he found the Yin-Yang robe in an ancient tomb during one of his travels. Since he got the Yin-Yang robe, he began to call himself Yin-Yang Sanren and went to Sandao Mountain again to challenge Lao Bangzi.

Still a miserable defeat.

Yin Yang San Ren lay down from then on, drinking and eating meat all day, calling friends and making friends, taking action to deal with injustices, and taking the heads of corrupt officials. When Yin Yang San Ren entered his later years, he began to want to live forever, lamenting that he was unlucky and was born in an era of great changes:

As he got older, his obsession with immortality grew stronger, and the Xiudao Lu no longer talked about cultivation, but spent the whole day analyzing the immortality plan:

He even had the idea of ​​using the baby's blood as a guide to try to refine the elixir of immortality. Fortunately, he stopped in time, but his obsession with immortality became stronger and stronger. Seeing this, Zhang Yuanqing was startled.

Previously, he thought that the price of the Yin-Yang robe was not serious. After all, immortality is something that everyone wants, so it is not a big price. Now, seeing that Yin-Yang Sanren wanted immortality so much that he was almost crazy about it, he realized the seriousness of the price:

One day, Yin Yang Sanren heard that the goddess of Sandao Mountain had passed away. He was deeply shocked and wrote in his record of cultivation: "Even a beautiful woman could not escape the passage of time. Alas."

After that, Yin Yang Sanren established Yin Yang Town and slept forever in the beautiful dream of immortality. After reading the record of cultivation, there was a lot of information. Zhang Yuanqing pinched his brows and sorted out and digested the information he had gained:

The old bangzi is older than the Ming Dynasty, and its strength is terrifying! The relationship between the evil professions and the lawful professions in the Ming Dynasty was not harmonious, but it was not necessary to divide the life and death of the professions in the Ming Dynasty. The way to improve the professions in the Ming Dynasty was practice, not character cards.

If it is confirmed that Yin Yang Sanren and Lao Bangzi are real historical figures, then my understanding of the spiritual realm will change, but among the people I know, Lao Bangzi is the only one who is alive. No, maybe I don't need to ask them in person, I have a way to confirm it. Zhang Yuanqing put this question in his heart for the time being and put away the cultivation record.

Next, he planned to try out his newly learned skill - mind wandering.

The moment this thought came to his mind, Zhang Yuanqing became inexplicably impatient and wanted to try it immediately, and no one could stop him.

In the north, in a high-end residential area in the capital of Yan Province, a young man wearing a sports headband was sitting in a high-back chair. Opposite him was a soft big bed, on which lay a middle-aged man with his hands and feet tied.

He had a bald head, a beer belly, thick black hair on his chest, sweat on his forehead, a terrified look, and a thick towel stuffed in his mouth.

The middle-aged man kept making noises, his eyes were full of pleading, and he looked as weak and pitiful as a puppy.

"Pfft, pfft." The young man said with a smile, "Look at how you look now, you really look like a dog wagging its tail to beg for mercy." He stood up and walked to the bedside, pulling out a sharp fruit knife from his waist.

"Ming wu wu wu" the middle-aged man's struggle became fierce. "Be quiet, I say, listen!" The young man's pupils lit up scarlet. The middle-aged man was stunned.

The young man sat on the bed, playing with a fruit knife, and said with a smile:

"I hate killing without teaching. Before I kill you, I will tell you the reason first, so that you can die with a clear conscience.

"The first one is accepting power-for-sex transactions and forcing women of good character into prostitution. The second one is acting as a protective umbrella for evil forces and covering up their crimes of murder. The third one is..." He spoke in a gentle tone, listing more than ten items in total.

When he finished speaking, the middle-aged man was already frozen in place.

"That's all? See, even your own conscience is at fault." The young man patted the corpse's shoulder and said gently, "Don't be a human in your next life." He stood up from the bed, walked to the window, opened it, breathed in the night breeze, and looked down at the lights all over the city. He sighed with satisfaction:

“The world suddenly became a better place.”

Human nature is ugly, and the world of some people is dirty, so this world needs to be cleansed. At this time, the cell phone rang.

The young man took out his cell phone, held it between two fingers, and held it high in front of his eyes. He stretched out his other hand to answer the call: "Yin Yue, what's the matter?"

"Magic Eye, have you had enough fun? Return to headquarters immediately. The Palace Master of Stop Killing has killed many of our people in the North. She is very good at hiding. I need your eyes." The voice on the other end of the phone was loud and impatient. "Watch your tone!" The young man smiled and said, "You are a divine general, how dare you talk to me like this?"

"I'm paying attention to you, damn it!" The person on the other end of the phone became even more angry and cursed:

"None of you four kings are at the headquarters. The number one idiot is shouting for freedom all day long, but he's nowhere to be found. The number two actually told me that he wants to challenge the Lord of Stop Killing. If she doesn't accept the challenge, she won't take action?

"The third killer happened to enter the spiritual realm. Our eight great generals could kill that bitch, but we can't find him!" The young man scratched his head: "Is that so? Okay, you know my rules.

Give me a reason to kill her first."

"Does killing require a reason?" "No."

"She accidentally injured two civilians while hunting members of our organization. Does that count?" Yes! I'm going to kill her right now."

"You are a fucking psychopath. Are you in the lawful camp or the evil camp? No, all four of you are fucking psychopaths." Silver Moon God cursed Lili, then changed the subject and said:

"Li Xianzong is dead!"

"Hmm?" The Demon Eye King raised his eyebrows and the smile on his face disappeared: "What happened?" I met Yuanshi Tianzun in the copy and was killed. "

"Is that so?" The Demon Eye King regained his smile and raised the corners of his mouth: "Then after I kill the Palace Master of Stop Killing, I will go to Songhai to collect reasons to kill Yuanshi Tianzun." Zhang Yuanqing floated up, less than ten centimeters away from the ceiling. He looked down and saw his body lying quietly on the bed, without breathing or heartbeat.

"If I don't return within 20 minutes, my body will die completely."

Zhang Yuanqing realized something and immediately floated out of the room at a very fast speed, passing through the wall and coming to the living room. His current state was very strange. Floating and controlling objects seemed to be innate abilities. This meant that he could use props to fight the enemy in the spirit state, such as holding a knife or shooting. In addition, the power of the spirit body was the power of the moon. He could still cast and Xiaoyue, but he could no longer open the inventory. However, his overall strength was slightly worse than that of the original body. The advantage was that he was immune to physical output in the spirit state, but was extremely afraid of "spiritual" attacks.

While thinking, Zhang Yuanqing floated into the bedroom of his grandparents, who were already dreaming. He changed his route, hit the wall, and came to his aunt's bedroom.

By the window with pink curtains, my aunt was standing in front of it in a light nightgown, silently gazing at the night view. On the bedside table was a black lace bra she had taken off, which was quite large.

Jiang Yuji tilted her head slightly, suddenly stretched her waist, and muttered, "Hao Yin, go to sleep." Zhang Yuanqing watched her get into bed, close her eyes, her face was peaceful and soft, round and well-behaved.

I wonder which man will be able to look at this sleeping face every day in the future. He looked at his aunt's sleeping face and thought, spirits can possess people, why not try possessing his aunt? Then he thought it was not a good idea to use his family as an experiment, so he immediately dived into the ceiling and came to the house of the resident downstairs.

Downstairs lived a young couple with their parents. As soon as Zhang Yuanqing penetrated the ceiling, he heard the creaking sound of a rocking bed and a not-so-obvious collision sound covered by a thin blanket.

Following the sound, I saw two overlapping bodies.

Uh, it's not the right time, how can I possess you like this? He was watching the dirty movie on the spot, so he had no choice but to give up. At this time, he heard the collision sound intensify, then subside, and the ups and downs of the thin blanket also stopped. Then came the complaint of the son: "Why so fast again?"

"I'm a little tired from working overtime these days."

"You said the same thing last time."

"Oh, are you annoying? Go to sleep. You have to go to work tomorrow."

Brother, you need the endurance spray to regain your confidence as a man. Everyone upstairs and downstairs will give you a 20% discount. Zhang Yuanqing's spirit body floated up and returned to his aunt's room. This time, he went into his uncle's house next door with a clear goal and came to the master bedroom.

Yiming and Lima didn't sleep. One of them was wearing a facial mask and watching art, while the other was watching a rap video on his phone, mumbling a few rhymes from time to time.

"Look at this Yuanzi, eating hot buns with a silly look on his face." The uncle's head suddenly dropped, then he immediately raised it and looked at his wife beside him, and said solemnly:

"I think we should be nicer to Yuanzi."

My aunt kept her eyes on the tablet and said, "Aren't we very good to him?"

"I mean financially. He should be given more pocket money. Although my mother will give him money, we, as his uncle and aunt, should also give him more." "Oh, then I will give him a few yuan every month." The aunt said nonchalantly.

"My aunt is so nice. No, my wife is so nice."

My aunt wasn't paying attention to my uncle, she didn't care about the slip of the tongue, she was watching the variety show, she said disdainfully:

"You said that your elder sister has only cared about making money these years. When has she ever cared about Yuanzi? She never went to the parent-teacher conferences, never cared about his studies, and didn't care about the bullying of this fatherless child at school. You had to go to school to make trouble. She always gave her son a lot of money, thinking she was great. Bah, her money is nothing." The uncle looked embarrassed and said, "Say less."

That's my mom after all.

My aunt sighed:

"Look at Yuanzi. He would rather dance with you than take her money. When he first came here, he was just in elementary school. He was very cautious. Whenever you were not around, he would come to please me. He was afraid that I would hate him and couldn't live at home.

"He was also very careful with your parents. He wasn't close to his grandparents at that time, so he learned to live under someone else's roof at a young age. Well, I remember Yu'er was like this when she was a child, so the two of them have been close since they were young."

After she finished speaking, she saw her husband's eyes dimmed.

"This is not like you." My aunt noticed something was wrong and thought, at this time, you should do a talk show, such as: I am your uncle who raises you. It doesn't matter whether you have a mother or not. It's all the same! "Go to sleep!"

My uncle put down his phone and pulled up the quilt.

The next day, Zhang Yuanqing came to the unit wearing a mask and a baseball cap.

Going up to the second floor, he glanced at the office area, walked straight to Guan Ya, and said, "Sister Guan Ya, I have a question for you."

Guan Ya has used the diluted life essence to repair the injuries in the copy. She flexibly rotates the ballpoint pen with her fingers and smiles: "Do girls like it longer or shorter? Or, thicker or thinner?"

Zhang Yuanqing said helplessly: "Don't be like this, I'm just a child."

Guan Ya blinked: "Did I say anything? I thought you were asking about high heels." Zhang Yuanqing coughed and corrected the topic, saying:

"I heard from Xie Lingxi that the ancestor of the Xiahou family was one of the first spiritual realm practitioners? How long did he live? When did the first group of spiritual realm practitioners appear?"