Chapter 178 This world is too crazy
"Yo~~~Hey!"
"I opened this road, I planted this tree."
"If you want to go this way, leave money to buy it!"
A group of demonic monks stared blankly ahead at the Dharma Protector who was circling in circles, feeling ridiculous for no reason.
The majestic late-stage Nascent Soul master of the Black Lotus Sect was actually disturbed by the power of burning incense and incense, and his soul and mind were invaded, turning him into a lunatic!
But if you think about it carefully, it is the incense and wish power accumulated in the six regions of the Song Dynasty for thousands of years. The amount is too vast. The Protector Dharma King is not at the peak of his original strength. In addition, this body is later Yuan Dynasty. The baby's body is not his congenital flesh.
It seems reasonable to accidentally lose it?
It's just that if you just keep having convulsions, why do you have to arrest a bunch of us?
Does singing still need a stage?
Or are we just your older companions?
A group of demonic monks are crying without tears. The problem is that they have no access to the village or shop. The army of righteous monks is chasing them everywhere. The exit of Yimeng Mountain here is one of Qingzhou's traffic arteries. They have stayed here for a long time. Maybe he would be discovered by the righteous troops.
If you try to run away by then, it might be too late!
Everyone is anxious and trembling, but who cares about the Dharma King in front?
As long as there are people passing by, they will not be rejected, and he will arrest them all with great magic power.
During this period, there were not many demonic monks who wanted to sneak away, but regardless of how crazy the Dharma King was right now, once someone tried to leave his sight, they would be detained again through the air.
After going back and forth, even Linshan Black Skull Demon Lord and others tried several times. After finding that they could not escape the clutches of the devil no matter what, everyone felt quite disappointed.
They finally escaped here and saw that they could go to the sea by crossing Qingzhou. However, they were trapped here by their predecessors from the demonic path. The sky and the earth were not working. What else could they do except stay and wait for death?
As for the Protector Dharma King, he is also here. If the righteous monks chase them, they may end up with the same fate, and they may also fall into the hands of the Protector Dharma King.
But that is only temporary at most,
The major sects of the righteous path combined have more than ten fingers of Nascent Soul-stage elders, not to mention thousand-year-old antiques like the great elder of the Zixiao Sect.
In his heyday, the Protector Dharma King was at least 50-50 equal to others. Now after taking over his body, his strength has declined. The key is that his mind has begun to become insane. It is estimated that any elder in the Nascent Soul stage will be enough for him to drink a pot!
Hundreds of demonic monks were restless here, while the Dharma Protector over there was having a great time.
The various role-playings are dazzling, and the robber mountain king just now is just one of his identities.
"Damn you damn official. Instead of upholding justice when I beat the drum to complain, I ordered the official to go to the court and beat me forty times. Where is the justice of God?"
The golden light on the face of the young man in red robe changes vaguely, and it can be vaguely seen that he has an honest face. From his tone, it seems that he is a tenant farmer somewhere in Jingxiang. Lotus religion.
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"Dalang, it's time to drink medicine. I'll take this medicine in the middle of the night and cover my head with a quilt or two to make me sweat a little. I'll be able to get up tomorrow."
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.uuuu.ww.com Why did uncle come back just now? Da Lang died of illness a few days ago due to heartache. It's so hard to leave the slave family alone."
"Official, now that Wu Er has returned, he is looking around for the cause of his brother's death. The Nu family went to the outside of the city to pray to the Buddha and worshiped day and night for peace of mind."
The golden face of the red-robed young man turned into a charming and miserable slut. She murdered her own husband and committed adultery with an outsider. She was also afraid that her brother-in-law would find out, so she didn't know where to find a wild Buddha statue to worship every day. However, from the frightened words that followed, it is not difficult to guess that the end of such a poisonous woman must be extremely miserable.
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"I have seen many young people like you. You know a little martial arts and think you can dominate the world. In fact, traveling in the world is a very painful thing. There are many things you can't do if you know martial arts."
"You don't want to farm, you don't bother to rob, and you don't want to show up on the street as a performer, then how do you live?"
"Everyone will go through this stage. When they see a mountain, they want to know what is behind the mountain. But in fact, after climbing over the mountain, you will feel that there is nothing special. Looking back, you will feel that this side is better."
This is a man who has experienced all kinds of life and failed to love. He missed the beauty because of his waywardness in his youth and could only live a lonely life in the world. At this time, he seemed to be telling a lot of truth to a young man.
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"Every spring, the peach blossoms in my hometown bloom brilliantly. I want to see them again before I lose my sight, but unfortunately the money has been used up."
This was a blind warrior who was wandering in despair. He missed his wife in his hometown even until his death, but unfortunately he could not go back in the end.
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"The world is like this for my generation, and the time has passed since I entered the martial arts world. If you, the younger generation, don't study hard and practice hard now, you will suffer a lot in the future when you walk in the martial arts world!"
This time it was a rugged man, who seemed to be the martial arts leader of a certain mortal family, teaching the younger members of the family how to grasp.
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"If God had not given birth to me, Ma Yuanjue, my swordsmanship would be as long as the night!"
This is a martial arts swordsman from the southern borderland. He sounds extremely crazy, as if all the charms in the world are not equal to the charm of unsheathing the sword.
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Men, women, old and young all appeared on the stage, looming on the face of the red-robed young man. It was a collection of consciousnesses formed by all living beings. It gradually distorted his mind, and even began to fight with each other like raising worms, trying to survive on this body. Get a new lease of life!
It's not impossible.
Because whether a person is himself or not is actually a very deep question that needs to be viewed dialectically.
A strange memory invades another soul, and the two merge together.
So is this soul still his original self?
Or, is another person resurrected in someone else with another memory?
Therefore, the power of incense is poisonous. If it spreads, it will not only poison the world, but also disrupt the order of the six paths of reincarnation and the underworld, directly disrupting the natural laws of life and death in the world.
You said that when the judge of hell in the underworld looks at the soul body waiting for reincarnation in front of him, and at the same time looking at another person with the same memory in the human world, how should he make a choice?
This is also one of the measures taken by the ancient powers in the upper world to maintain the rules and strictly crack down on faith and preaching, and to follow the normal operation of heaven.
However, in the context of this immortal civilization, there are always many people who do not believe in destiny, causing many accidents. The occurrence of such "unknowns and variables" is the magic and charm of chaotic creation.
At present, in the body of the red-robed young man who had been seized by the Protector King, countless torrents of memories began to fight. The powerful memories would devour and annex the weak memories, and then become stronger and stronger.
In the end, the successful person will live in the Nascent Soul of the "Guardian Dharma King", take control of the physical body of the "red-robed youth" as the body-taker, and be reborn in a new way!
The group of people in Linshan looked ahead in fear. They had no idea what kind of person the person in front of them would become in the end.
Does this newly born powerful still recognize the identity of the Demon Cult?
Or become a messenger of justice and catch them all in one fell swoop?
Or maybe, let go of everything in the past, let it go with a neutral attitude, and leave on your own to enjoy the world?
The unknown waiting, the darkness of the future, the approaching crisis, and the pressure from all directions seemed to be gnawing at the uneasy souls of the hundred demon monks present.
This feeling of leaving everything to fate and having no control over their own actions is really a torture for them.
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Two days later, the number of people gathered around exceeded the five hundred mark.
Half of them turned out to be righteous monks. When they marched forward bravely and bravely across the eastern hinterland of the Song Dynasty, intending to follow the high-level goals set by seizing the first place and blocking the Qingzhou coastline,
Kankan passed by Yimeng Mountain, and the next moment he was grabbed by a big hand of vitality and thrown into a crowd.
When they looked up, they were surrounded by demonic monks who were waiting in full formation. They were all staring at them nervously with red eyes. They were all frightened, and they immediately reacted to start a firefight.
But before he had time to take action, he suddenly found that his Dantian and Niwan Palace had been sealed, and neither his spiritual power nor his spiritual consciousness could be used!
Now a group of righteous monks panicked and couldn't use their magic weapons to cast spells. Could these cultivators, who had been raised well in a small sect, learn to punch and kick like ordinary people?
However, when they reacted, they discovered that the group of demonic monks opposite them, like them, had no spiritual power or consciousness, and could only stare at them.
It turned out that as more and more people were detained in the past two days, there were always new arrivals trying to escape. The "Dharma Protector" was bothered by this and felt that it was too troublesome to keep going back and forth to catch them, so he simply Seal all the cultivation levels of everyone.
Without cultivation, most people would naturally not dare to run around. The reason is very simple.
Not to mention that you temporarily became a mortal after running away. You can only wander around in the mortal world for a short period of time. You can't find any elders in your sect to lift the seal for you. It may even take several years before you can hope to walk back on foot. Mountain gate.
And during this period, if you encounter monks from the hostile camp, masters of mortal martial arts, or some ferocious beasts and poisonous insects, wouldn’t you die unjustly?
So it is better to gather here honestly and wait for the sect to come to the rescue.
Besides, they couldn't run away even if they wanted to.
The red-robed young man in front is very domineering. He is young but has profound knowledge. He can hold down so many people from both good and evil sides at one go, including more than ten monks in the foundation building stage. It is not difficult to speculate that his cultivation level is the worst and he is also a golden elixir. Seniors.
If it is true that Tou Tie repeatedly runs away, he may be killed if he gets angry. In this way, since the beginning of the war in the Eastern Battlefield, a rare and strange thing happened.
Here, the monks from the good and the evil sides are clearly divided. They are on different sides. There are no enemies who meet and fight directly. Instead, they just get together peacefully.
Even after these two days of running-in, sometimes they would look at each other and smile bitterly, with a vague sense of sympathy for each other.
However, on the third day, the situation changed.
In the body of the red-robed young man in front, all the collective consciousnesses went through countless rounds of fighting and finally emerged victorious. Three memories successfully entered the Nascent Soul of the "King of Protectors" and reached an agreement to take turns controlling this body.
In the morning, he was a man who had gone through many vicissitudes of life. He called himself a martial arts instructor, and his original identity was the martial arts guardian of a certain family.
In the afternoon, there was an old man in his sixties, known as Master Cen. His original identity was a teacher in a private school.
In the evening, there is a bold middle-aged man who calls himself Ma Yuanjue. His original identity is a wandering swordsman.
The three of them were able to fight their way out of billions of collective consciousnesses, share the memories of the original owner, the Dharma King, and eventually reach the top. They must have been mentally tough and leaders in all fields.
This time he absorbed and inherited a large amount of incense and wish-power substances, successfully completed the sublimation and transformation, sorted out the memories and was reborn into a complete personality. It can be said that he belongs to the same person but has three people and three sides.
A simple understanding is "split personality".
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At this moment, in the early morning, the crazy young man in red robe returned to normal for the first time. He opened his eyes, flashed his eyes, looked at the wolf, looked at the wolf, walked like a tiger, and strode directly to the middle of the crowd.
The monks on both sides of the station were all startled. The red-robed young man in the middle was surrounded on both sides of the station. They all did not dare to act rashly. They occasionally looked at each other and exchanged eyebrows, but they did not dare to make a sound.
The red-robed young man looked around and looked at all the hundreds of people, as if he wanted to remember each of them firmly. Then he nodded, thought seriously for a moment, and finally spoke in a deep voice.
But the first time he spoke, everyone was shocked.
Because this sound was very familiar to them. During the two days and nights they were detained, this sound and the other two sounds appeared the most frequently!
"The world's most powerful people are born in my generation, and as soon as I enter the world, time rushes forward. If you, the younger generation, don't study hard and practice hard now, you will suffer a lot in the world in the future!"
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Everyone was dumbfounded. This is the "martial arts instructor" who likes to give guidance to his juniors?
Did he break out of the siege?
He actually succeeded in seizing the power of the late Nascent Soul, the Protector of the Black Lotus Sect!
This world is so crazy!
To use a mortal body to counterattack the demonic giant in the world of cultivation, this is so fucking outrageous!
Everyone cried out in their hearts: Damn it.
But now that their cultivation level has been sealed and their wealth and life are all in the hands of others, they all dare not say anything and just listen to the reprimands of the people in front of them.
The young man in red robe, you can also call him "Martial Instructor" now, raised his aloof eyebrows coldly and arrogantly, and shouted angrily.
"Everyone, stand in two teams, each team is arranged twelve feet apart, and get ready for training!"
Everyone was stunned when they heard it. Many monks from both the good and the evil sides hesitated because most of them had never experienced this.
But some monks who were born in the family are no strangers to this, including Lin Shan among the crowd.
Ever since he traveled to the Lin family in Qinghe County in southern Xinjiang as a child, he would practice swordsmanship every morning in the square outside the family courtyard. At that time, the clan would also arrange a trainer to teach a group of juniors in the clan the "Qingfeng Sword Technique".
Of course, it only has the effect of strengthening the body and does not have much practical effect.
At the beginning, he really practiced in the winter and in the summer. He naively thought that as long as he studied hard and practiced hard, he could become a grandmaster.
But later, when I gradually came into contact with the family's martial arts, I found that I could never cultivate the inner strength, which is the so-called true energy. Then I realized that practicing martial arts requires not only talent, but also "understanding"!
If he hadn't awakened the enhanced panel later and was lucky enough to step into the path of immortality, he might still be hanging around in the mortal city now.
It’s just that now it seems a little similar to how it was in the Lin family
Unexpectedly, after going round and round, I was back to the beginning.
Lin Shan couldn't help but be in a trance. Some of the monks born in the same family were similar to him, and they all had a look of reminiscence on their faces.
But the next moment, these people were scolded at the same time.
"Why are you still standing there? Why don't you quickly line up!"
Lin Shan was suddenly surprised. Old Man Zhong and his younger brothers beside him were very loyal, so they quickly pulled the boss back to the team and stood up.
As for the Black Skeleton Demon King, he stood tremblingly in the team, with the soul fire swaying in his skull, and seemed to be a little suspicious of Skull Life.
It's just a skeleton, but it still needs to do morning exercises with these humans?
But the red-robed young "Martial Instructor" doesn't care about this. Otherwise, he is conscientious and responsible. Since he is responsible for teaching the younger members of the clan, it is natural for him to teach without distinction, regardless of whether you are a human or a ghost?
In this way, everyone was under high pressure. The good and evil monks spontaneously divided into two parts, and they all lined up and stood up.
The red-robed young "martial arts instructor" nodded with satisfaction. After looking around for a while, he returned to the open space between the two teams. After moving his muscles at will, he slowly opened his boxing frame.
"Today, I will teach you a boxing technique. It is my original acquired martial arts, called Kun Fist!"
"The concept of this fist is very simple. As the name suggests, it imitates the Kunpeng in ancient books. It is a killing technique specially used for fighting and capturing. It can be used for self-defense when traveling in the world in the future."
"Kun migrates to Nanming. The water hits him for three thousand miles, and the force surges upward for ninety thousand miles. When you learn boxing, you should also visualize it in your mind, so that you can concentrate your boxing power to frighten your opponent."
"Okay, without further ado, there are three styles of Kun Fist. Let's see clearly!"
The martial arts master's expression was focused, as if he was obsessed with fists and feet. Every move coincided with the sky and the earth. His limbs and a big spine behind him were like a bow being fully drawn when it moved. There was a crisp "crackling" sound all over his body, and he was agile and vigorous when he moved. .
After about a quarter of an hour of warming up, I saw him jumping with his feet off the ground and suddenly throwing his hands in front of him!
"The first move, Kun spreads its wings!"
Everyone felt a barbaric momentum coming towards them, and a huge swimming fish jumped out of the sea, showing its ferocity and dominance, and transformed it into moves to strangle the opponent.
Next, the martial arts master changed his fist stance, mobilizing all the strength of his body to unite his waist and hips. He closed his hands and turned his back to everyone, while his shoulders shook wildly.
"Second style, the top of the cloud breaks the sky!"
This move is as fast as thunder and as powerful as lightning. It gathers the power of carrying a huge cauldron and mobilizes the energy and blood of the whole body to accumulate strength, with the intention of pushing away the opponent.
Finally, the martial arts instructor made a parrying movement, with one hand guarding the front and the other guarding the lower three paths. His legs wandered left and right, coming and going like the wind and entering an uninhabited land.
"The third form, Kun travels all over the world!"
This move contains physical and light skills, is suitable for attacking a large number with a few, and also contains the meaning of defensive counterattack. It is the most widely used in actual combat.
After three moves, the martial arts instructor turned around and straightened his head, placed his hands across his chest, slowly pushed down, let the energy sink in his Dantian, and slowly completed the attack.
Opening his eyes, his eyes flashed, and he scanned the surroundings sharply.
"Have you learned everything?"
A group of monks hesitated for a moment, then gritted their teeth and shouted: "I learned it!"
"Okay, then the morning exercises will begin. I will teach each of you step by step. Don't be afraid of hardship. Only by enduring hardship can you become a master!"
In this early morning, the breeze blew through the hills, and the sound of martial arts practice rang out in the forest.
People who didn't know it thought it was some powerful family member who brought the younger members of the clan to the mountains for group training.
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Unknowingly, the sun rose three poles high, and the sunlight filtered through the forest.
In the western sky, another group of righteous monks flew in from a distance, and judging from their route, they seemed to pass by here.
But this time the leader was a stout old man, who was actually a real person in the Golden Core stage.
(End of chapter)