Creek Lodge.

In the garden, in a wooden building imitating the Tang Dynasty, Fang Xiaoxi held a bamboo slip in his hand and read it attentively.

She was dressed in a white palace dress, her long hair hung down to her waist, and the wind chimes hanging on the small building gently swayed with the wind, making an intermittent crisp ringtone.

"Floater, Lin Zhengyang, was Floater also called this name at the beginning?"

"Also, how did he cultivate an earth immortal before Jiazi lived a few years?"

There are many doubts in this.

The floating man is a lifelong obsession.

Even she, one of the few colleagues who had dealings with him, couldn't see through him.

Sometimes, it's only been a month or two, and when I meet him again, I suddenly find that there are some new changes in the other party.

Maybe it's a collection of silk silks left by my daughter, some bronze burial goods, and a lot of strange things.

Even, when Fang Xiaoxi was sorting out his relics back then, he found a strange battery.

Of course, batteries were not a rarity in that era.

Oddly enough, the battery is incredibly charged.

Fang Xiaoxi used that battery as a power source to supply power to the entire villa, and it took more than 20 years to run out of power.

Later, she caught up with the good times and invested in a company that specialized in the study of that battery, reverse cracking technology.

Now, the company is one of the world's top 500 companies.

The eccentricity of the floating man is not only that.

He himself is just an earth immortal, and he became a Taoist very late, but he has a lot of magic weapons, with strange styles and strange uses, with an obvious exotic atmosphere.

Sometimes, Fang Xiaoxi suspected that he had been wandering outside all the year round, but he had actually gone to dig the tombs of ancient civilizations.

Now that I think about it, a lot of things are already understandable.

"Laser weapons, virus vaccines, in that era, were black technology that was not discounted········· Where did the plankton get these things? ”

The deeper he went, the more curious he felt, and Fang Xiaoxi felt that he was gradually unraveling the mystery of this friend.

So, she unsealed some of the miscellaneous items that the floating soldier had left her before, intending to find clues from his codex.

In front of a demon immortal like her, who has practiced for thousands of years, after reincarnation and before reincarnation, it is actually the same person, the difference is only whether to retrieve a memory.

This involves a very esoteric concept, and the specifics are still much seen.

Fang Xiaoxi once saw a Jin Dynasty soldier who was a scattered immortal who turned into a robbery, and continued to rob thirty-two generations, and finally the Dao was consumed, the dust was polluted, and there was no spirituality at all, and he was oblivious to the public, but once he broke through the obstacles, he retrieved the memories of many reincarnations before Le, and after embarking on the Dao, he was brave and diligent, but he cultivated to the earth immortal merit fruit in a hundred years, and was finally summoned by the ancestor of the upper realm, avoiding the pain of rolling in the world.

Those who think that they have nothing to do with their previous lives and are not the same person will always be slapped in the face by reality.

In fact, those who can be reincarnated are not completely dead, and the so-called reincarnation is just a new journey.

The real death is to die thoroughly, and there is no scum left.

And where the consciousness of man is, it is the real precious part, that is, the original spirit.

As long as this one is there, everything else is a side matter.

"When he comes back, I'll ask him where all those technological weapons came from."

"At this moment, don't think about fooling the past easily."

With a faint smile on the corner of his lips, Fang Xiaoxi hummed an unknown ballad softly.

It was when she had not yet taken shape, and she had occasionally heard a love song sung by a human woman to her lover.

The vicissitudes of life, the Taoist who planted her at the beginning has long been ancient, and the woman who sang to her does not know where to go, only such a song remains in the world, as a trace of their existence.

Those who live forever must have the heart of eternal life.

Without this mind, even if you have immortality, the primordial spirit will decay.

The poison called time, all the time, corrodes the body and mind, imperceptibly, and changes human nature.

Those who can transcend this are immortals.

The so-called immortal immortal is not just a long lifespan.

···········

The chirping is endless.

Tactful and crisp, the birdsong is very beautiful.

Lin Zhengyang was woken up by a bird.

The sunlight was a little harsh, and he opened his eyes, slightly blocking out the light with the back of his hand.

Immediately afterward, he felt uncomfortable.

When I got up, I saw grass and rocks all around.

He slept on the edge of a tall rice field.

Bursts of memories kept pouring out.

It's not my memory, it's another person's memory.

The wind with a moist smell kept blowing, and a rustling sound sounded in the rice fields.

The scarecrow is constantly swaying, driving away the birds that steal their food.

fluttering on the edges, startling a flock of birds that have never been seen before.

"I·········· Is this crossing again? ”

The perspective is abruptly stretched into the inner view.

I saw that in the sea of knowledge, there was a gray cloud, and a white jade Ruyi bloomed with white light, illuminating a small area.

There are three inscriptions engraved on the front of Ruyi, which he recognizes as "Fu Shoulu".

On the back, there are sun, moon and stars, yin and yang Taiji diagrams, and there are some quaint cuneiform characters on the side, but they are too small and look like auspicious clouds.

"No, no, I've never crossed over!"

Lin Zhengyang was instantly cleared up after this wishful thinking, and intermittently, some memory pictures were passed on.

"I am Lin Zhengyang, before I was reincarnated, I was a disciple of Guigu, I was Lin Zhengyang, how can I cross it!"

As soon as his mind was firm, Bai Yu Ruyi vibrate, getting brighter and brighter in the sea of knowledge, and finally released layers of water curtain light, constantly shining in all directions.

With the washing of this water, some of the distracting thoughts and dark emotions that were originally hidden in the bottom of the heart were illuminated, and there was nowhere to stay, and finally they were completely purified.

These are the yin demons on the path of cultivation, the distracting thoughts and darkness that originate from the human heart, and they are also the yin scum that must be faced by the god of pure yang.

If you don't refine these, you can't become a god of pure yang, and naturally you can't fly to the upper realm and become a heavenly immortal who will live forever.

Ruyi is like water and clear light, washing away a large number of yin demons, and even Lin Zhengyang himself couldn't imagine that he still had so many yin and selfish thoughts.

Later, a deep shadow was finally "washed" out by the water.

Even so, it is constantly changing, disguised as a natural distraction of the human mind, in an attempt to deceive the past.

However, the light of Ruyi does not know what the root is, as if it is aimed at it, no matter how it changes, it cannot escape.

This black shadow is quite tenacious, even if Ruyi keeps emitting clear light, it can never be completely purified.

It's like some stubborn stains on clothes, which are difficult to wash off.

There was a tug-of-war between the two sides··········

Lin Zhengyang is in the sea of knowledge, combing and piecing together the memory of this person named Lin Zhengyang little by little.

In the sea of knowledge, there are all the thoughts and memories of this life.

Even some of the thoughts that change so quickly that you don't even notice it are hidden here.

Every drop of water is the embodiment of a thought.

The name of knowing the sea is very vivid.

"It turns out that I thought I had a system, but I was harmed by this thing?"

"Visual hallucinations, hallucinations, auditory hallucinations, plus a little self-brain supplement, this creates the illusion of time travel!"

Then, Lin Zhengyang noticed this black shadow.

"This should be the so-called outer demon, right? I was almost taken advantage of by it, but fortunately I got it in time. ”

The great immortal scattered immortals turned into tribulations, and then entered the path, this memory of the past life is not all remembered at once, but will be recalled little by little as the cultivation becomes deeper and deeper.

Sometimes, when some important people and things appear in front of you, it is easy to recall the relevant parts.

For example, the current Lin Zhengyang remembered the matter about this white jade Ruyi.

"This is me, stealing the power of the artifact, using the magic weapon of Xuandu refining, the imitation of the magic weapon - Sanbao Yuruyi, suppressing the inner and outer demons, quite a miracle."

In the sea of knowledge, Lin Zhengyang, who was formless, used his mind to urge Ruyi.

Suddenly, the three big characters of Fu Shoulu floated out on Ruyi, emitting red light, forming a net, catching the black shadow and tying it up.

Then, like the clear light of water, it was wrapped in layers like honey, and it was wrapped into a crystal amber.

The black shadow, which could no longer move, was completely sealed in it by Ruyi, and it was consumed all the time.

"Whew········ Finally temporarily suppressed this hidden danger, but I didn't expect to completely get rid of this thing for a lifetime, it's really tricky. ”

When he opened his eyes, Lin Zhengyang was full of joy.

If it is a few more days later, when this outer demon grows stronger, his own primordial spirit will be polluted, and then he will face the choice of dividing the primordial god or reincarnating and rebuilding.

"Sure enough, the way of heaven is in me, and the number of qi is in me!"

"But········· Did I activate the ability to travel to the Nether?"

Recalling the memory of this body, Lin Zhengyang fell into deep thought.

"This body is actually a pariah, this is a lower fragment world similar to the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period?"

"Trouble ··········"

Although he had experienced a similar crossing more than once in his previous life, which allowed him to have the Earth Immortal Dao Xing at the age of Jiazi, there were still very few memory fragments that had been recovered, and there were not many useful parts.

Now Lin Zhengyang only knows that if he wants to go back, he must make enough influence in this fragmented world.

Whether it's good or bad, as long as you can reach a certain standard and collect enough merit, you can go back.

Of course, merit is nothing more than a nice one.

It's one thing to say karma.

Lin Zhengyang had come into contact with Zhou Yang's artifact, the corner of the "Main Temple", a treasure unimaginable to mortals.

It was also at that time that he stole a little bit of the insignificant power of this artifact as an introduction, and studied it for many years, and finally the culmination was this Ruyi.

It is an imitation, mimicking the main temple's ability to draw the Force.

The so-called Force, after the study of the floaters, and the comparison of dozens of large and small nethers, finally came to the conclusion:

The Force is the source of innate aura, the first higher energy source of the world.

Energy, in constant use, will be transformed, and the energy that is converted will only continue to deteriorate until it can no longer be used.

And the source of all energy is this pure higher energy that appears when the world is opened, which is called the Force.

In some worlds where there is a meritorious karmic system, the so-called heavenly merits are very close to the attributes of this Force, or they are simply the same thing.

When an outsider comes to a certain world and creates a big enough impact, the world will change, and one or two of the Force that leaks out will be absorbed by the main temple.

Among the little bit of divine power of the main temple that Lin Zhengyang stole from him, the biggest gain he gained from research was the technology of extracting and storing this force.

To put it simply, it is to do things, to do things, and it is better to do big things, and it is only a mega event with far-reaching impact.

For example, it is okay to leave a name in history, or to leave a stink for 10,000 years.