It's not that Jiang Hao hasn't thought about cultivating the truth, but he doesn't dare to think about it.

Gaia Star's spiritual power is weak, how to cultivate the truth?

Besides, Xiuzhen is not an idea that he dares to move at this moment.

In the words of his master Zhang Xiayi, in the thirty years of Gaia Xing, he has already taken too much weight in his heart, and when he is enlightened one day and his eyes are empty, he can embark on the road of cultivating the truth.

"That's right," the young man crossed his hands over his chest, "you cage prisoners have come up with a bunch of so-called cultivation systems, and I can memorize them every day." What is Qi refining, foundation building, knotting, primordial infant, transforming gods, refining void, merging, Mahayana, crossing the tribulation......"

"By the way, how do you feel about letting you, a prisoner, come to the cultivation realm?"

Jiang Hao frowned, this guy also knows Gaia Xing's Xiuzhen novels quite well, and what he said was that kind of vulgar routine.

He asked rhetorically, "When did I say I was going to cultivate the truth?" ”

"What is the use of your meditation if you don't cultivate the truth?"

Jiang Hao was stunned for a moment, of course, he meditated in order to practice his soul out of the body as soon as possible, absorb the aura between heaven and earth, obtain supernatural powers in soul cultivation, complete the master's order to hunt ghosts, and return to his hometown.

However, it is not clear what the situation is, and he cannot rashly say his true identity.

He could only insist on the idea of a divine stick: "I meditate for meditation, for practice, and for supernatural powers. ”

"Death doesn't admit it!" The red-spotted young man shouted angrily, and suddenly giggled again, "It's a lot of infatuation. I like it. ”

“……”

The night sky finally returned to calm, Jiang Hao looked at the red-spotted youth for a long time, a person with a star transfer and calling for thunder and lightning, who is a saint, an immortal, a demon, or a god?

"Excuse me, can you help me gain supernatural powers?"

The red-spotted young man snorted and said arrogantly: "I am an immortal, immortal, immortal, and immortal fool, and I have been at ease in other realms for tens of thousands of years, so why should I help you, a prisoner, obtain useless magical powers?" ”

Jiang Hao was surprised, although he didn't know where the other world was talking about, but his words couldn't help but be intimidating.

But anyone with such a powerful aura is either a god or an immortal.

"At present, I am a mortal fetus, and I just want to get real supernatural powers, help others make money and gain fame." He replied firmly.

"A copper stench!" Foolish eyes stared at Jiang Hao fiercely, there seemed to be lightning in the depths of his pupils, and like a demon knife, "But it's true!" Yes, just ...... There is an operational problem, I am obsessed with crossing the ten layers of other realms to meet you, and I can't pass on the exercises, and the transmission of the exercises is useless. Our energy is not at one level. ”

"So what can I do?"

"Tut-tut......" Fool Yu said thoughtfully, "It's better to do this, before you can break through the cage, if you want to know something, want to ask for help, draw a talisman and come to the cultivation realm to meet me." ”

When Jiang Hao heard this, he nodded frequently.

"I helped you, and you have to reciprocate."

"I don't have supernatural powers, what can I do for you?"

"Take a group of prisoners out and truly escape from the cage and escape the curse of eternal reincarnation. Whether it's the prison break in my mouth, or the cultivation in your mouth. ”

"But the path of cultivating the truth is not something that everyone can take, and I still have to lead a group of people to cultivate the truth?" Although Jiang Hao didn't know what he meant, he also knew that this was a reward that was difficult to give.

He is now a mud bodhisattva crossing the river, and he has come to Gaia Star for thirty years with the knowledge of his hometown, and the edge of his cultivation has not yet been touched, how can he lead people?

Fool Yu giggled and said, "Don't worry, this kind of good thing, you are the first to encounter it in tens of thousands of years." Just promise me, don't think you've seen that vulgar theory of cultivation. ”

"A true word is transmitted, and a false word is passed on to thousands of books. If you want to break from prison, as long as you want to, you will understand, and you will be done. Pass on your success to others and bring them to the real world, and I am waiting for you with a grand ceremony. ”

As soon as the words fell, a bolt of lightning struck Jiang Hao, and the fool turned into a black shadow that was deeper than the night sky and burst away, and hundreds of millions of stars retreated one after another!

The infatuation disappeared completely, and Jiang Hao was like a dream.

But his body was still hanging in mid-air, his feet were still like a sandbox of Linzha Village, and there were still dazzling stars beside him, and all kinds of signs told him that all this was true.

He timidly took the first step, seemingly with no way, but his feet were firmly in the air.

After repeated trials, it was not enough to take a few steps, and the excited Jiang Hao ran directly.

In all directions, as long as it is the direction that his heart dominates, he can move freely.

Stepping on a cheerful pace, he ran down the sparsely lit and sparsely populated Linzha Village.

This ancient village flourished a few decades ago, but after a great progressive movement in China, the young labor force has left the countryside and moved into the big cities to work hard and live in peace, and most of the rest are the elderly and children.

When Jiang Hao's wife was by his side, the couple made a lot of money by helping people solve problems.

As early as a few years ago, he returned to the village to build a large-scale construction project, and built a ten-storey independent building in the countryside where all of them are bungalows, which seems out of place compared with the simple and old village style.

He hovered on the roof of the building for a long time, strange, his soul was out of his body, and his body should be sitting here, but the bench was still there, but his body was gone?

Although it is not the first time that I have known the taste of soul wandering, when I was in the Eastern Earth Continent, this was a very common thing.

But when everything happens on Gaia, a planet with weak spiritual power, this kind of out-of-body soul is really wonderful.