"It's so far away, it's close in front of you." I couldn't help but hold my forehead and send a message to Xiaobu, telling him to buy a paper figure and go home.

Xiaobu returned to the car with a puzzled face, and asked me who had already returned to the car, "Little brother, this paper figure has no aura at all, can you succeed in walking yin?" ”

"Don't worry, I have my own way." I laughed.

When Xiaobu saw that I was selling guanzi, he didn't ask in detail and drove home.

Along the way, I closed my eyes and began to meditate, and the people I met in the past two days were all masters. Zhang Manmeng of Qingfeng Taoist Temple, the blind man he met in the market just now, has extraordinary skills.

One of the things that I care about the most is Zhang Manmeng, his blue pupils. It doesn't feel like it's an acquired thing at all, and with his pupils out of his pupils and no trace of crooked nuts, it's hard to believe he's a half-breed.

And the blue halo that appeared before Zhang Manmeng sat down made my heart palpitate even more.

My instincts told me not to touch that horrible blue halo anyway.

You have to know my instincts, but it's very effective.

Back home. I said hello to Hazy and Miao Xinglu, and then returned to the house with the paper figure.

Lock the door and remove the mirror from your body.

I stared at my own face reflected in the mirror, and I couldn't help but wonder.

I know a little about the origin of this spirit mirror, which originated in the Tang Dynasty and was to save people who had died, but it failed and became a container for Naling.

But who made it, so many paper figures in this spirit mirror, it takes thousands of souls, where did the maker find so many dead souls?

As soon as his mind moved, a paper figure emerged from the spirit mirror.

Looking at this lifelike person, I felt like I was standing in front of me.

"I'm going to take my soul, and your soul will dwell on this paper figure." My tone was commanding.

After saying that, I couldn't help but laugh at myself.

Although there is a spirit in this paper figure, how can it answer me?

He's just a paper figure manipulated.

"Sasha...", the paper figure moved.

It nodded up and down, stiff but responding to me.

I was stunned, this?

What's going on, this is obviously just a paper figure with a spirit!

Even if he is allowed to live in the paper figure for thousands of years, he will only be a scary paper figure if no one controls him.

How is it possible to use such a strong sense of autonomy?

"You... Is it responding to me? I pointed to myself, a little surprised in my tone.

The paper man knelt down on one knee and bowed to me.

This surprised me even more. What's going on?

This action can't help but remind me of the time when I was in the Hua Family Manor when I received the Fuling Mirror.

When my blood dripped into the mirror, the paper figures around me knelt on the ground in the same way.

Could it be the relationship between the Fuling Mirror?

Can they have autonomous consciousness, or complete mind control?

"He's responding to me."

A hand shining with golden light patted me on the shoulder.

Then, the person behind him chuckled softly: "Of course, it is also responding to you." ”

"Shen Qianjun!?" My pupils shook and I turned my head to look.

I don't know when, Shen Qianjun sat next to me, he was shining with brilliant golden light, but soon this golden light dissipated, he was like an ordinary person. Smile kindly at me.

He is my lifeform, the first lifeform to appear to help me, and my first soul.

Shen Qianjun smiled at me, and then raised his hand, and the Fu Ling Mirror vibrate!

Several paper figures emerged from the Fu Ling Mirror, and as soon as they appeared, they immediately bowed to Shen Qianjun.

"It's... Is this your soldier? My pupils shook, and I exclaimed, pointing at the paper figures.

My thinking is very fast, Shen Qianjun was a general of the Tang Dynasty before his death, and these paper people will bow to him, so there is a high probability that they are subordinates.

As for why there are so many souls in the Fuling Mirror, I also figured it out. That is the ancient battlefield, it can be said that it is a success, and Shen Qianjun's subordinates don't know how many people's blood has been stained and how many living beings have been killed.

And in a battle, there are tens of thousands of men and horses on both sides, and the souls that have died after several battles are enough to fill this spirit mirror.

"These are all the generals who once fought with me in the territory. If they can help you in the future, they will be considered to have retired and be reincarnated with peace of mind. Shen Qianjun looked at them, his face showing relief.

I looked at the paper figures in front of me, and there was admiration in my eyes.

The person who can fight with Shen Qianjun and get his approval is definitely worth using.

It's just that I have a question, I have spent thousands of times with Shen Qianjun on the Internet, but there is no record of Shen Qianjun at all.

Even I searched through the history books, but I couldn't find the name Shen Qianjun.

Shen Qianjun beckoned, signaling a spirit to enter the paper figure bought by Xiaobu, and then sent them all back to the Fu Ling Mirror. Only a paper figure without a spirit was left.

"With this paper man, Xiaobu will complete the yin when the time comes, and the probability of success is very high." Shen Qianjun said with a smile.

I looked at the paper figure in front of me, then at Shen Qianjun and said, "Since Yunkeng and his party." You didn't show up, why did you come out this time? ”

"I'm free this time." Shen Qianjun said.

I have a lot of doubts in my heart and want to ask Shen Qianjun, why do I have two souls in my body, what is my life experience?

That's all I want to know. It's just that when I asked Shen Qianjun, he waved his hand, and he couldn't say it.

After simply greeting him, Shen Qianjun then said the purpose of his coming out.

That's my broken core.

"Do you have a way to recover?" My eyes were filled with hope.

"That's right, the previous monks shattered the Dao core, that was an irreversible end, but now that everything is reversed, even the direction of the Dao has a lot of deviations, so simply say that your Dao core is not repaired, but recast." Shen Qianjun said.

"Reforge the Dao Core?" I frowned, this made it difficult for me, as long as I am a cultivator, I know how important my Dao core is.

It can be said that the core of the Dao is the origin, the foundation, and the root of one's own initiation.

Unless it is absolutely necessary, the idea of recultivating the core of the Dao will never arise.

"Do you have any other choice?" Shen Qianjun stared at me and smiled.

Shen Qianjun is right, since the Dao core was shattered. I have no other way, and the Dao power in my body is half a catty and eight taels compared to today's Xiaobu.

"Then how do I reforge my Dao power?" I frowned and wondered.

"Wouldn't it be enough to re-cultivate? But it's not the Tao that Xiu Duan Zhengxuan taught you, but the Tao I taught you. Shen Qianjun explained, and then with a wave of his hand, a book appeared from mid-air and landed lightly on his outstretched palm.

"This is?!" I stared at this miraculous avatar in amazement, if I could learn this hand. If you don't bring a sharp weapon when you go out, you can do it.

"This Dao book was cast by me after twenty-five years of cultivation, as for the ability of this avatar, it is the soul power consumed, don't think about it." Shen Qianjun saw through me, and the corners of his mouth rose.

He handed me the unnamed book in his hand, and his expression was shocked.

"Yes, yes, and yours." Shen Qianjun stared at the depths of my pupils, as if he was talking to my second soul, no, he was talking to my second soul.

Shen Qianjun immediately spread out his hand again, and a black and simple book fell into his hand.

"What is this?" I couldn't help but look wary.

Shen Qianjun smiled: "Don't worry, although your second soul is a monster, in my opinion, the nature is not bad, and now that we have offended Fuxi, we are grasshoppers on a rope, and if you want to survive, you can only make you stronger." ”

My face was a little confused, and the two people I saw in the cloud pit were really Fuxi.

I smiled bitterly and took the black Dao book in Shen Qianjun's hand.

Actually, I have a lot of bitterness about that black, dry monster, and I don't even have to say I hate it.

But Shen Qianjun is right, we are now grasshoppers on a rope, since this monster wants to contribute, there is no possibility that I will not accept it.

I raised my hands, stared at the disappearing lifeline in my palms, and couldn't help but smile bitterly: "My life is left in the cloud pit." ”

Shen Qianjun was stunned, and then nodded silently.

I see, no wonder it can affect people's fate, and even the old man who can see through my soul at a glance doesn't understand.

It turned out to be Fuxi, covering my life.