I don't know when, Qiu Hao fell into a dream, and his consciousness was not completely lost, so he felt a little puzzled in the dream, since he practiced true qi and clear minds, he never dreamed again, but he didn't expect to dream again today, it seems that he is really tired these days.

The surroundings were white, he felt blurry as he walked, everything was white and quiet, there was no time passing, and there were no twists and turns, until a certain moment, when he felt tired in his dream, he saw a monk in black.

"A flower is a world, a grass is a paradise, a leaf is as it comes, a sand is a pure land, a pure thought, a smile is a dust!"

The voice of the old Buddha came, and for a while Qiu Hao's thoughts wandered, feeling that he was in the world of thousands of flowers, and at the same time he forgot a lot of things, but he was too tired to think about it, and said in a muffled voice: "Who are you?"

The black-clothed monk's face was blurred, but his body was thin and withered, and he felt that he should be in his sixties or seventies, he folded his hands together, and slowly said: "All beings have no appearance, everything is empty."

"Who are you?" Qiu Hao asked again.

The black-clothed monk smiled, stomped to his side and looked up and down, and suddenly said inexplicably: "The past life and this life, this life and the next life, it is like a dream bubble!"

Qiu Hao froze for a moment, his eyes were sleepy and said, "You mean...... Are you my past life? ”

"Yes!"

The black-clothed monk nodded as a matter of course, his eyes were like a candle under his blurred face, and he stared at Qiu Hao with a meaningful gaze.

Qiu Hao felt that his gaze was a little wrong, as if he was like a wolf, he shook his brain and wanted to analyze, but his brain was blank, and finally he said dejectedly: "Isn't it, I was a monk in my previous life?"

"Amitabha, monks don't speak!" The black-clothed monk said a Buddha call and said in a deep voice: "In the Brahmin law, fire service is the most. If you want to seek great fruits, you should worship the Buddha and bless the field! ”

"I ...... Don't be a monk, don't do it! Qiu Hao heard the intention of persuading people to convert, and instinctively resisted and said.

"Oh, don't think about it, just be comfortable!"

"Oh!" Qiu Hao didn't think too much about it, and said in a trance: "Why are you here?"

"Because of fate!"

Qiu Hao felt faintly wrong, shook his head again, and then faintly sobered up, frowned and said, "You... Where are you going in the future? ”

The black-clothed monk smiled and said strangely: "I will live in your house in the future, how about it!"

"You live in my house, you can't do it!" Although Qiu Hao's mind was confused, he still instinctively refused.

The black-clothed monk didn't care, looked at Qiu Hao intently, and said leisurely: "Heh, this can't help you!"

Qiu Hao was furious by him, and his mind finally cleared up at this moment, he patted his cheek suddenly, looked up at the sky and looked around, stared at the other party and hesitated: "No, no, where are you from?" He frowned, and at the same time thinking about the strangeness of the recent time, he suddenly thought of something, took a deep breath and tentatively said, "Are you ...... Relics? ”

The black-clothed monk looked calm, shook his head and smiled: "The relics are not me, and I am not the relics, I am your previous life!"

Qiu Hao took a step back, a thought in his heart was more confirmed, and he complained: "Fart, there is a fart in the past and present life, you are clearly a detached primordial god, and you want to be reborn, right?"

The primordial spirit is the embodied soul, in Taoist terms, it is the "outer body", and it is also the true spirit of the self in the true sense, and as for the physical body, it belongs to the outside world, which is "stinky skin".

If there is no primordial spirit, just relying on atoms and molecules, it is impossible to pile up people's spirit, nor can they have seven emotions and six desires.

It's just that the primordial gods of ordinary people are too weak and can only manifest in dreams, and the situation of martial artists is better, but only when they reach the innate can they truly condense the primordial gods, and after condensing the primordial gods, they can see clearly, transcendentally, and control their minds, which is equivalent to having a second life, as long as the primordial gods are not destroyed, they can be reborn.

The black-clothed monk's eyes flashed, his folded hands gradually put down, and he reached out to carry his back, and sighed leisurely for a while: "I originally wanted to be a little more relaxed, a little less sinful, and reciting the "Sutra of Bliss to the Death" turned you away, but I never thought that you broke the spell by yourself, and the Yuan Shen came to his senses!"

Qiu Hao saw him admit it, and his heart was shocked, it was really a martial arts primordial god, he subconsciously took two steps back and grabbed his fist, but found that he was very illusory in his dream, far worse than the condensed body of the black-clothed monk, and his strength was not at the same level!

"Wise Spirit!"

Qiu Hao yelled for help very spinelessly, he knew that his ability, whether it was his true body or the cultivation of the Yuan Shen, was at the bottom of the martial arts, but the black-clothed monk was obviously an experienced and powerful insider, not comparable to him as a layman.

"Hahaha! Don't call it, it's useless to call it, now there are two souls in one body, and in the end there can only be you without me, or with me without you! ”

The black-clothed monk laughed wildly and roared, and the peaceful aura of his body also became eerie and terrifying, and he couldn't help himself with excitement in his heart, and he dragged his hands to the sky and raised his head and shouted: "I really self-styled relics in a desperate situation, how many years have been muddy, and today I finally came to an end, hahaha!"

A few long howls shook the whole dream, and the black-clothed monk vented for a while, then glared at Qiu Hao with contempt, and said proudly: "The Buddha said, the body is a boat, and the soul is a person. Boy, whether you want to or not, obediently hand over your body to the old man, and the old man wants a ferry! ”

After saying this, without waiting for Qiu Hao's reaction, the Yuan Shen directly turned into a thick black cloud and pounced on Qiu Hao, and Qiu Hao was shocked when he saw this, he thought that he would fight hard to fight his fists and feet, so that he could still live a few moves, but he didn't expect that the Yuan Shen's offensive methods were not restricted at all, this can be done like this?

"Wait, the original god is not limited to form!"

Qiu Hao hurriedly imagined that he had become a bird, but soon found that he couldn't change, but unfortunately, the black cloud that the black-clothed monk had turned into had already pounced on him.

"God, don't play with me like that!"

"Idiot, seeing me incarnate as a Buddha cloud, I really thought there were seventy-two changes!"

The black-clothed monk floated in the air and mocked loudly, and the black clouds that turned into them dispersed with a "bang", and he was about to swallow Qiu Hao's Yuan Shen in one fell swoop, but just when Qiu Hao felt a burst of despair, he suddenly heard a familiar voice, and he was immediately ecstatic!

"Found the invading telekinesis, do you absorb it?"

"Absorb! Absorb it now! ”

Qiu Hao gave an order to Zhiling without thinking about it, it was just a moment later, he had been contaminated by some black clouds, and suddenly felt the feeling that his soul had been dissected, as if a strand of hair had been torn off by life, although he didn't see blood, he had a splitting headache, but it was not an entity, and he couldn't resist punching and kicking.

Somewhere in the dream, a crack opened, and there was no great power, no gorgeous spells, and in the calm waves, the black cloud turned by the black-clothed monk was pulled into a line by an inexplicable external force, and then was sucked to the side of the crack.

"How so?"

There was an angry roar from the black cloud, and the tone was full of strong unwillingness, but within a few seconds, the black cloud was reduced to a black-clothed monk, under the influence of the system, he wanted to resist but unswervingly drifted to the crack, his face looked shocked, and he clearly distinguished the situation in a flash, and begged for mercy loudly: "Little brother, the poor monk was joking with you just now, you don't have to take it seriously!"

"Wisdom Wait a minute!"

Qiu Hao is no longer in the way now, he frowned and stopped, not thinking about whether he had wronged the other party, but thinking about the "absorption" that Zhi Ling just said, it seems that if he absorbs it, he will not be alive, just like those ginseng in the past, after being absorbed by spiritual energy, it also means the end of life.

Homicide?

Qiu Hao hesitated, before he killed someone, there was such a hurdle, did his hands get stained with blood? However, he quickly figured out that the other party was not a human, but a demon monk who was trying to take away the reborn demon god, and destroying the other party was equivalent to killing the demon and destroying the demon!

The black-clothed monk was old and refined, and when he saw Qiu Hao's eyes sharpen again, he roared eagerly: "I know where King Chuang's treasure is, as long as you let me go, the treasure will be yours!"

"Chuang Wang's treasure?"

Qiu Hao knew that the time and space node of the relics was around 1650, and at that time, a few years after the defeat and death of King Li Zicheng, his treasure should have been spread.

It's just that Qiu Hao remembered the news he had read a few years ago, and sneered: "I don't need you to say it, I already know, isn't it in Tianmen Mountain?" Someone has been found a long time ago! ”

"What?" The black-clothed monk was surprised even if he was in a desperate situation, but he was eager to survive, and said urgently: "No, there are so many treasures in King Chuang, there is only a small part of Tianmen Mountain, you let me go, I will tell you everything!"

"No need!" Qiu Hao waved his hand and said, he had seen Jin Gu Liang Wen's masterpiece in the early years, and knew that people like black-clothed monks could not stay, and he was not interested in treasures or anything at all.

[The temperature core shows that there will be no cultivation, but there are really supernatural things in the world, which leads to the fact that there are always people who seek immortals, so let's say it in advance now, so as not to misunderstand everyone in the future]