As expected, while recuperating from my illness, Nie Yang called me.

The enthusiastic eldest sister has returned to the Secret Service to report, as the helmsman of East China, Nie Yang is naturally clear about this operation.

But this guy didn't talk about the Dragon Ball, but repeatedly asked me about my injuries in detail, acting like an official spirit guide at all, more like the big brother next door.

In him, there is a deep personality charm that always makes people feel like a spring breeze.

It wasn't until the end of the call that Nie Yang inadvertently asked me about the situation of the Imperial Spirit. I explained that the little stinky fart was trapped in Dragon Ball, and Nie Yang said that he would find a way, and if there was a way to crack it, he would contact me in time.

And asked me if I needed help, and if so, the Secret Service could arrange a special plane for us to be transferred to the Heroes Sanatorium again for recuperation.

I hurriedly refused, thinking that the hero's sanatorium was completely closed, and it was not much different from imprisonment, so I could only appreciate his kindness.

However, this time, due to the arrival of two commissioners from the Secret Service, we did not have to ask for such troublesome things as taking notes and signing confidentiality agreements.

The environment in the special care ward of this military hospital is very quiet, and outside the ward is a small park full of green trees and flowers, which is cleaned spotlessly clean and the air is fresh. I don't have the heart to hang out.

Little Stinky Fart is a strict teacher, and he used to constantly urge me to meditate and practice.

Now that the little girl is trapped in Dragon Ball, I don't dare to slack off, and while practicing and figuring out the methods she taught me on weekdays, I began to recall the bits and pieces of this trip to the desert island.

The desert island is gone, but it seems that there are still too many unsolved puzzles haunting me.

First, the mysterious note that appeared in our home. The note is not deceiving, this trip to the East China Sea did let us find a little stinky fart, but who sent it?

Is it really Master? Why doesn't the old man want to meet me? Is it really because of the so-called rule of "don't get along with each other after leaving the teacher"? But this rule seems to be only for me.

Through the previous communication with the second senior sister, I know that Master and several senior brothers and sisters will meet regularly, so why is it just for me?

I called the second senior sister to report that she was safe, and told her about the series of encounters from the beginning of the note to the landing on the island. Knowing that we have regained the little stinky fart, the second senior sister is also sincerely happy for me, and agrees to inquire about the solution to the Dragon Ball dilemma.

As for the note, she was also puzzled, and she couldn't say why for a while. As for the disappearance of the desert island and the real culprit behind it, the second senior sister laughed and said, obviously involving some confidential content, it is inconvenient to tell me.

There is also the Black Fire Rakshasa Seal on my left hand, which is said to have the power to seal the ancient gods and demons, but its true meaning and method of use are still full of doubts.

At first, I found that it could absorb evil energy and generate energy and space for the Little Stinky Farts and Glutinous Rice Dumplings in the Ghost Eater card.

But on that desert island, it actually caused the fake Korean's mental trance at a critical moment, as if the soul suddenly left the body.

What's worse is that this Black Fire Rakshasa Seal is not under my command, and almost all of it is acting autonomously, which is difficult to control.

What is its real purpose? I'm still confused.

In addition, the enemy lurking in the shadows has reappeared, and it has been a year since the Qingfeng Temple, but the ghosts of those demons are still lingering, chasing after me.

And today, I don't have the Ten Thousand Soul Pill in my body for a long time, and I can only face it calmly in the face of a sneak attack, and there is no way to retreat at all.

Think about it, since they can find me, they must also know about the Ten Thousand Souls Pill being counterattacked, and killing me is the idea of beating glutinous rice dumplings.

The last black cloud on the desert island, what it said was also incredible. It was clearly said above my head, but it didn't feel like it was talking to me.

The voice asked me why I became human? Of course I'm human, but if I'm not human, can I still be a ghost? I remembered that the reaction of the glutinous rice dumplings was fierce at that time, so could Heiyun's words be said to the glutinous rice dumplings?

This seems more likely.

Where did the glutinous rice dumplings come from and why they appeared in my body, needless to say, I can't even tell Lord Bai. But the little guy saved me from life and death several times, just like a little brother, it's definitely not an evil thing.

After experiencing an adventure on a desert island in the East China Sea, I felt that I had suddenly become old, and my thinking was no longer as simple as it used to be, and even my worldview and values had changed.

Originally, I thought that I had a little stinky fart and glutinous rice dumplings to protect myself, but after returning from my trip to Myanmar, I had the blessing of the Black Fire Rakshasa Seal on my left hand, and I was a character in the practice of cultivation.

But as the saying goes, "there are people outside the world", whether it is Zhou Tianming or the enthusiastic eldest sister, or even the orange cat who says that he only knows some rivers and lakes, their real strength is higher than mine.

"I think I'm handsome, but I'm actually just a scumbag!"

This has simply become a real psychological portrayal of me at this moment.

Not to mention anything else, on that wooden row, Zhou Tianming and the enthusiastic eldest sister proposed to take the Dragon Ball, although I didn't force it after I mentioned Nie Yang's name, but if the two of them were more serious and grabbed hard, would I and the fat man be their opponents?

The answer is self-explanatory.

Push back in time, if it weren't for Zhou Tianming's fight and the incarnation of the mermaid master and apprentice into fire, with the power of me and the fat man, I would have been able to kill the leader of the East China Sea merman?

The sixty-four changes in my hand were only to shake the monster back a few meters, and the fat man's peachwood dagger could only injure it, and talking about defeating it was just a laugh.

In other words, the reason why this dragon ball is still in my hands at the moment is not because we have the absolute strength to possess it, but because we have been stained with Nie Yang's light by mistake, and people have given enough face.

Master Bai once said to me: "If you don't have a body of power, how can you laugh and watch the wind and clouds rise." The meaning is very clear, that is, if you do not have the power to lift the heavens and the earth, you will naturally be affected by the ups and downs, which is inevitable.

With my current strength, if I do it again, even if I fight to the death, will I definitely be able to keep my comrades and partners around me? I couldn't even think about it.

In addition, Zhou Tianming's words also touched me a lot.

What is the mission of a monastic? This is a question I had never thought about before. It may be because I have experienced too little, so I don't have this kind of emotion, or it is a kind of subconscious self-escape.

The ancestor of the Ghost Eater Gate, Wan Ji Tianxuanzi, opened a mountain and established a faction, and he taught us a skill to our descendants, really just to mix a bite of food in the rivers and lakes? If it's really for eating, it's a vain call for "Tao"!

Before, I was in a mess, and all I had in my head was to make more money, and then I would start a family and live a small life.

As a cultivator, this kind of thinking now seems like a walking dead without a soul, not much different from those zombies and living dead who are at the mercy and domination of others.

Those who keep the Tao are unyielding, and they should take it as their responsibility to punish adultery and eliminate evil, so as to live up to the name of cultivation!

At this moment, I suddenly felt that I had sublimated, grown up, and even the world in my eyes became no longer the same as yesterday, as if I had an epiphany.

The road ahead is still bumpy.

The enemy lurking in the shadows is ready to make a comeback. Little Stinky Fart is trapped in Dragon Ball, and I have to find a way to crack it and set her free.

I also want to work hard to become stronger, to become like what Lord Bai said, to have the power of the sky, to protect my friends and friends.

The intention of retreat in my heart before is now gone.

I am fully aware that only by constantly experiencing and coming into contact with these strange people and ghosts, and taking it as my responsibility to punish and eliminate evil, can I grow up and embody the value of a cultivator!

I talked with the fat man all night, and decided to return to heaven and earth after the injury was healed. The fat man was excited, saying that he had already had this intention, and said that as long as our brothers work together, sooner or later we can become famous and become legends.

And as long as he becomes a legend in the profession of monasticism, then his long-cherished wish to become the richest man in the world is just around the corner.

I laughed at the fat man for being greedy for money, and he was crazy about money. The two hit it off.

Rolling red dust, seeking the way to refine the heart.

Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and we are rivers and lakes!