"Boy, I'm optimistic about you, you can be my grandson! This is really a blessing that you can't cultivate in a few lifetimes! It's like the smoke coming out of the ancestral tomb!"

As soon as the old man's sweet potato words came out, the whole room went dark in an instant, like a dark cloud pressing down!

In the eyes of the old man with sweet potato, Zheng Xian turned into a ball of smoke and smoke, and the pitch-black smoke emitted from his body was so thick that it was like an ink block that could not be dissolved, instantly enveloping the entire room.

This gloomy air is full of dead air and turbidity, Buddhism has a theory of cause and effect, the so-called, the retribution of good and evil, like a shadow, three lifetimes of cause and effect, the cycle is not lost.

After this theory of cause and effect is secularized, it is used to frighten people far more than the truth itself, the so-called good is not necessarily the good in the world, and the so-called evil is not necessarily the evil in the world.

But one thing is the same, and that is the cause of killing, the fruit of karma!

When a person kills someone, no matter whether the person is good or evil, the body of the person who is killed dies, the soul dissipates, but it does not disappear completely, there will always be something wrapped around the killer's body, condensed into qi and coiled endlessly, like a flame, endlessly burning the murderer.

In Buddhism, it is called karmic fire.

At this time, the rolling dead air that came out of Zheng Xian's body was the karmic fire, a person did a lot of evil, killed a lot of people, and the karmic fire on his body was raging!

It is precisely because of these karmic fires that there is a saying that the ghosts and gods who kill people are not close, when Tang Taizong, nightmares continued, there were ghosts infestation, Qin Qiong and Wei Chigong guarded the palace as door gods, and the ghosts were dispersed from then on, this is what it meant!

This dead qi turbidity is undoubtedly an excellent tonic for some immortal cultivators who practice crooked and evil paths, but for the existence of an old man sweet potato who is afraid of cause and effect, there are all kinds of harm and no benefit, in case he is contaminated with dead qi and turbidity and entangles his body, it may lead to an unpredictable cycle of cause and effect.

Seeing Zheng Xian's karmic fire, the old man of the sweet potato couldn't help but widen his triangular eyes, since the end of the war of aggression decades ago, the old man of the sweet potato has rarely seen such a majestic karmic fire, rolling like a tide, the blurred heads in it are endless, and the roar of pain like waves seems to be heard in his ears!

The sweet potato old man hurriedly covered his nose, and the soul quickly retreated, shouting, "Choked to death, choked to death." I don't know what to do, stinky boy, go back two hundred years, I don't know how many princes and princes will prostrate in front of me and want to be my grandson, you suddenly encountered the supreme karma, you have to smell the supreme avenue but don't know it?"

The old man of the sweet potato coughed and scolded at the same time, and then he saw a thrilling scene that made him feel shocked, and saw that Zheng Xian, who was speechless, raised his fist and smashed it down fiercely towards the thin jade!

The soul thing is actually a thought, the thought can't be touched or seen, not to mention Zheng Xian's fist, even the power of vitality can't touch the edge, suddenly it seems, it seems that the thought is simply invincible, and no one can hurt it.

But in fact, the thought is the most fragile, the thought of the thing can not exist for a long time, affected by the three veins of the heaven and earth, the dragon vein, and the life vein, and is eroded by the three veins at any time, just like a rock being weathered, constantly disintegrating.

After ordinary soul thoughts leave the flesh shell, they will inevitably disintegrate into nothing within 7749 days.

There are several kinds of thoughts, like the toad, which is formed in the unpredictable and unfathomable, and feeds on thoughts.

On the one hand, they use the thoughts of others to maintain their own body survival, and on the other hand, the more thoughts they devour, the stronger they will become, and eventually they can grow into those divine soldiers and gods and generals, so that they almost have the closest spirit body to the real body, which can be seen by the eyes of ordinary people, and has infinite power, and if they continue to cultivate, they can even give birth to supernatural powers.

Such an existence is collectively known as the Heaven and Earth Divine Mansion, and the immortal cultivators have cultivated to the realm of fractals, and they can reach the point where the heavens and the earth spirits can be received, and the gods of mountains and rivers can be envoys.

While cultivating into a spiritual body that is closest to a true body, the influence and erosion of the qi veins, dragon veins, and life veins are becoming less and less, and in the end, they can even be completely uncorroded by the three veins, completely getting rid of the shackles of the three veins!

Correspondingly, physical attacks and vitality that could not otherwise cause any damage to it can be fatal.

It can be said that there is a loss and a gain.

This kind of thought has the opportunity of gods and ghosts, and is collectively referred to as big thoughts.

The other is that the soul of a monk like the old man of the sweet potato escapes, such a small thought, this kind of small thought is not yet able to absorb the thoughts of others, if you want to survive for a long time, you must attach to things, fake a flesh shell to protect your thoughts from the erosion of the three veins.

There is also a type of monk who specializes in cultivating thoughts, strengthening the soul, and eventually reaching the point of being reborn by borrowing the womb or even directly rebirth, so as to live forever.

There are also monks who have no hope of preaching, and finally seal themselves in all kinds of treasures and become the so-called instrument spirit, but once they become instrument spirits, they have to hide in Tibet, and they must not be obtained by monks, otherwise they will be envoys of their masters, slaves and servants, and such days are not a sorrow for monks who have pursued leisure!

For the old man of the sweet potato, that piece of jade is his body, and if his soul wants to survive, it must depend on the jade.

To put it more bluntly, the old man of the sweet potato temporarily sealed one of his souls in the jade and turned into a jade slave.

If this piece of jade is smashed, even if the sweet potato old man's thought does not crumble with the jade, it has already become a sourceless water, a tree without roots, and after forty-nine days, the river diagram will be disintegrated by the three veins and turned into a complete nothingness.

Obviously, the sweet potato's words about accepting Zheng Xian as a grandson angered Zheng Xian, Zheng Xian really couldn't touch the old man's sweet potato, but he had a way to smash the thin piece of jade, making the sweet potato old man homeless, and even shattering into powder with this piece of thin jade!

Seeing Zheng Xian's punch smashing down, the old man of the sweet potato exclaimed, and with an arrow step, he swooped up, and moved the jade piece away before Zheng Xian hit the thin jade with a punch.

Zheng Xian's thoughts can only blow out the candles at most, and he can't move things at all, this old man's sweet potato thoughts are much stronger than Zheng Xian's thoughts.

The comparison between the two is like the difference between a newborn and a young man.

Although Zheng Xian's punch smashed into the air, the panicked behavior of the old man with the sweet potato had already convinced Zheng Xian that the thin jade was the biggest weakness of the old man with the sweet potato.

For this talkative, treacherous sweet potato old man, Zheng Xian is not good at all, always feel that this old man is uneasy and kind, Zheng Xian has always believed in his own intuition, if he can slap him to death, it is the best thing!

Zheng Xian immediately pressed step by step, chasing the jade slice held by the old man with sweet potato, smashed it down with a fist, and stomped it down with one foot.

Shocked, the old man sweet potato carried Bo Yu desperately in the small space.

If it was a thought of the old man of the sweet potato, it would be easy to escape from the wall at this time, but with a piece of jade slice, the old man of the sweet potato would completely lose the ease and chic of being a soul of a thought!

Although the soul power of the old man of the sweet potato is not small, and he can drag the real thing, but running around carrying a piece of jade, even if this piece of jade is a thin piece, it is only a few tens of grams, but it is definitely not an easy thing.

After all, this soul of sweet potatoes is just a small thought, even a big idea like a toad is not able to drag the real thing, this piece of thin jade is probably as heavy as a mountain for a soul like sweet potato.

After the old man of the sweet potato dodged three attacks, he no longer had much strength to continue to carry the thin jade as heavy as the Taishan boulder to escape, and in a precarious situation, he hurriedly shouted: "Boy, you don't know that the disaster is coming, I am here to give you guidance!"

Zheng Xian's fist did not stop at all, and the old man of the sweet potato rolled over with Bo Yu, and awkwardly avoided the punch that smashed the hard floor tiles, and hurriedly continued to shout: "Wait, I'll tell you a big secret!"

Zheng Xian stepped on it, and almost stepped on the thin jade.

"Wait, I throw in the towel, I admit defeat, I was joking......"

Zheng Xian, who was full of gloomy breath all over his body, was not moved by the words of the old man with sweet potatoes at all, this time he directly picked up a metal clothes pole more than a meter long, made a buzzing sound, and smashed towards Bo Yu.

No matter what is hidden in the thin jade, it is limited by its own material, it is a very fragile existence, even if there is an extremely strong demon sealed inside, in the face of pure physical attacks, it can't change the fragile attributes of the jade itself, as long as the jade is broken, then the demon that is sealed inside will have an eighty percent chance of being shattered with the jade.

Even if the sweet potato means to the sky, this piece of jade that acts as a temporary meat shell will also be shattered if it is smashed.

With a bang, although the sweet potato old man tried his best to escape with the jade, he was still hit by the metal clothes pole and hit the thin jade!

There was a crisp click, and for the old man with sweet potatoes, the sound of the jade crushing was not stingy with the sky falling apart!