"Zen to Interpret the Scriptures" said: If there are many people, they should be taught to be impure.

"The Essentials of Thinking" says: Observing the true mind, from the foot to the hair, from the hair to the foot, there is no pure person in the skin.

In an instant, lines of scriptures flashed through Wang Ming's mind, and it seemed that some corresponding scriptures would always pop up at his critical moment, and this was precisely the reason for the wisdom that Wang Ming had grown by reading the "Daozang" and "Tripitaka Sutra".

Wang Ming immediately visualized Gu Panxi's appearance last night.

Gu Panxi's appearance last night can't be described in words, it must be described, just like a beautiful woman in the bath, all of her body is beautiful.

As soon as Gu Panxi's image came out, the strength of the big corpse insect immediately increased, and Wang Ming was able to distinguish the vivid expression of "color and soul teaching" from its head.

Wang Ming couldn't help but sweat, at this moment he already understood that the big corpse insect was actually him, the other side of him.

The big corpse worm is the evil ghost of the color, and he is the hungry ghost of the color.

"From the feet to the hair, from the hair to the feet, there is no one who is pure. Wang Ming muttered in his heart, his eyes lit up slightly.

Brushing and pulling, the entire human skin on Gu Panxi's body was torn off, revealing a bloody and blurred body.

The corpse worm let out a scream.

The muscles opened, revealing the white bones of the fascia, and the blood flowed dripping and dripping, and it became a river in an instant.

The corpse worm let out another scream, and its worm-like body trembled.

The five internal organs poured out from the chest cavity and abdominal cavity, pus, blood, mucus, spit, feces and urine flowed together, and finally exposed the white bones...... The corpse worm screamed and trembled as if it was about to die.

In the end, Gu Panxi turned into a puddle of flesh and blood, his autumn-like eyes floated on top of the blood foam, staring at Wang Ming as if asking: I look like this, do you still like me?

Wang Ming's mind did not stop, and his mind began to play back the smiling Lei Qianxue, the first beauty in Lei City, the goddess of the martial arts hall, all the young people were eager to take a look at Lei Qianxue, and if they could say a word, they would be happy for several days.

The big corpse insect was in high spirits, as if he had received Wang Ming's initial memory, and his "face" actually showed a pure look of remembrance.

Wang Ming is no longer surprised.

As soon as the picture turned, Lei Qianxue came to the Wulei Gate Courtyard, knocked on the door, and squeezed out a flattering smile on her face.

Is this still Lei Qianxue?

Is it still that goddess?

Bang!

Lei Qianxue was attacked by someone, and the whole person spread out on the gate like a flatbread, with mixed bones of flesh and blood, red, white and yellow intertwined.

The big corpse worm immediately trembled violently.

Wang Ming was slightly shocked.

Lei Qianxue actually saw it when he died, but it was far less than Song Que's reaction. Now it seems that he still has a little bit of thoughts about Lei Qianxue in his heart, otherwise the big corpse insect would not be like this.

It's a different kind of exhausting "fight" – he fights with his own inner desires.

After Lei Qianxue's death, Wang Ming immediately began to visualize Hua Yinluo.

For this Holy Maiden of the Gufang Sect, Wang Ming is not without ideas in his heart, such as making a nominal marriage a solid one, and turning Hua Yinluo from a fairy to a mortal woman, just like the former Holy Maiden of the Gufang Sect, Hua Qingluo. Wang Ming's heart is to chase this sense of achievement.

The reason why the story of Dong Yong and the Seven Fairies has been passed down to this day is because it is the romantic love story of the old-fashioned Dick Silk and Bai Fumei.

Hua Yinluo was like an orchid in the hollow valley, looking at him coldly.

Although it was cold, Wang Ming's body was hot.

Wang Ming was stunned for a moment, and the big corpse insect seemed to be resurrected with full blood.

Wang Ming had to "cruelly" tear off Hua Yinluo's beautiful skin to reveal the cruel truth - everyone's flesh, fascia, and internal organs......

When thinking like this, Wang Ming felt that his internal organs were faintly involved, uncomfortable, and disgusting...... Then there is a piece of clarity: it turns out that everyone is like this, whether men, women, children, beautiful or ugly, after peeling off a skin, it is the same.

No matter how beautiful the beauty is, after losing a skin, the infatuation of the person who loves each other will also be wasted.

"Spread the human skin on the collapse, and paint it with a colored pen. This is a sentence in the painting of "Strange Tales".

The hideous evil ghost put on human skin in an instant and turned into a beautiful girl, and people rejoiced with it, rejoiced with it, reversed day and night, and didn't know it.

At this moment, Wang Ming suddenly had such a scene in his mind: he watched horror with his senior sister.

Wang Ming no longer remembered the terrifying name, but knew that he proposed it, because he heard his roommate say that he would chase girls and watch horror movies or try horror together.

That was the first time Wang Ming thought about chasing a girl in his heart, and the first time he took action, and the result was ......

At first, the two of them did sit closer and closer, close enough to hear each other's breathing and heartbeat, and the blending of each other's breath at that moment was simply perfect, but when both of them were immersed in the story, seeing the hero bury himself alive and then not wanting to die, hunger was like a fire at any time and had to start eating the things in the tomb, at first it was a sacrifice, or a mouse that unfortunately broke in, and then there was really nothing to eat, so he could only open the coffin and reach out to his beloved, the person for whom he was originally going to be martyred.

Seeing the end, the two of them fled like frightened rabbits, and they couldn't help but want to vomit when they saw each other for three days in a row.

Thinking of this, Wang Ming's eyes turned red, he really wanted to thank the birdman surnamed Yan for ruining his most likely chance to kiss Fang Ze.

After Hua Yinluo, it was Zhang Xiaju, and when it came to Xiaju's sister, Wang Ming felt less throbbing in his heart, which showed the ranking of the girls in his mind, which was an accident.

At this time, Wang Ming was no longer afraid of the big corpse worm, because he could at least control him now.

After his many cruel visualizations, the big corpse insect was already dying, and whether it could be completely wiped out, Wang Ming was still observing.

In the end, Wang Ming didn't visualize anyone else, just simply visualized a woman, and then more than one, many, many of them, floating in the sea of blood.

I don't know how long it took, Wang Ming stopped visualizing others, visualizing himself, starting from the thumb of his left foot, festering and growing pustules, and observing the changes in his body after he died.

In the end, Wang Ming jumped out of his body, and his cloud eyes seemed to be brighter, and he could see things more thoroughly. He saw his entire body swelling and festering, gradually the flesh rotting and peeling off, disappearing......

When Wang Ming saw a skeleton and turned from impure view to white bone view, the big corpse insect let out a mournful cry and disappeared without a trace as a wisp of green smoke.

At this time, Wang Ming didn't care too much about the life or death of the big corpse worm, but his own white bones were cold in the clouds.

Time seemed to have no meaning, Wang Ming just watched quietly.

I don't know how long it took, Wang Ming suddenly opened his eyes, and he seemed to have cleared a desire.

Pure heart and few desires are originally the mentality that cultivators should have, but what about the pursuit of immortality? Wang Ming felt that this was a greater desire.