Bai Shi walked over and stretched out his hand to pick up Qiong Yu, and the other party gradually regained consciousness as Li Yi withdrew his breath. But still a little confused.

Suddenly grabbed up and subconsciously grabbed the leg of his trousers, and then quickly let go of what he was doing.

The two of them looked at each other.

"Listen to me."

"Stealing a fishy cat."

"If you slander me like this again, I will be rude to you! My respect for the ancestors of the immortals is like a mighty day, and I have absolutely no thoughts of anything wrong. ”

"Stealing a fishy cat."

"I don't have any human organs, I don't have any body. Lust begins with body hormones, don't you understand a modern person? ”

"Stealing a fishy cat." No matter how Qiong Yu explained, her only human friend didn't believe her. Fortunately, the immortals looked at themselves normally, and obviously didn't think about it in that direction.

Sure enough, only villains and women are difficult to raise. Due to the presence of outsiders, Shiraishi picked up the breakfast on the table and returned to his room to begin the day's homework and meditation.

A qualified monk must meditate for at least 10 hours a day, and so on and so forth, until the infant stage.

The life of a monk is much more boring than the average person thinks, and the students are able to communicate with their classmates and maintain a basic social life.

The monk may not be able to find a person to speak to at the end of the day, and it is day and night when he opens and closes his eyes. Although Bai Shi has Qiong Yu's help and has a higher starting point than others, he is not a genius, let alone the kind of god who can grow without meditating and cultivating.

Qiong Yu separated a doppelganger to coax the other party, and returned to Li Yi's shoulder in the blink of an eye. At this time, the living room was as silent as death, and the expression on the face of the monk who had just arrived was the same as when he had discovered that his memory was broken not long ago.

"Immortal seniors, could it be that the Heavenly Dao erased our memories." Qiong Yu couldn't help but guess that in this world where this can be done, I'm afraid there is only the Heavenly Dao.

Li Yidao: "The ability of the Heavenly Dao is mysterious and unpredictable, maybe he really has this ability, but I don't think he has this need." Xiao Qiongyu, what do you know about the Heavenly Dao? ”

"A supreme will, the embodiment of the Great Dao." Qiong Yu replied without thinking.

"In the primeval period, at least the spirits of heaven and earth like me were the way to learn the heavens. All spells and cognitions are in accordance with the heavens. ”

"Then we have a different definition of the Heavenly Dao. The way of heaven as we know it is heaven and earth. "Whether it is Li Changsheng's own perception of heaven and earth, or the records of various cultivation classics, he does not think that the way of heaven is a specific existence.

"It's useless to argue about these, the laws of heaven and earth are constantly evolving, maybe in the primeval years, the way of heaven really had self-awareness." Li Yi shook his head, and turned to look at Du Wandao: "I need your memory, that is, to enter your spiritual platform, I promise not to look at your other memories." But if you mind, you can take out that part of the memory yourself. "Soul searching is a method of deviating from the evil path, and Li Yi will not use it unless necessary.

He will not use it on the people around him, even if he is sure that he will not hurt his soul in the slightest. Because knowing too much can lead to the breakdown of the relationship, and it is also disrespectful to those close to you.

It's like reading minds, when there is a person around you who can know what their hearts are thinking anytime and anywhere, most people will inevitably have instinctive resistance and alienation.

People always have a little bit of their own privacy. Du Wan nodded without hesitation and said: "The poor monk has a clear conscience in his life, although the immortals can check it at will, as long as they can relieve your worries." "It's extremely dangerous to give your memories to others, because it can make others understand your weaknesses and roots, and even leak your exercises.

But if it's for your own immortals, there's no problem. He took two steps forward and stood in front of Li Yi, only to see the other party stretch out his index finger and tap his eyebrows, and in an instant, his body instantly lost control, and he only felt that the sky was spinning.

When he came back to his senses, he was already on his spiritual platform, and in front of him stood a giant, a giant who could not see his face at a glance.

The giant just flashed, and in an instant, he turned into an ordinary Taoist in Tsing Yi. The face is different from the outside world, it is the original appearance of the immortal in the previous life, and the appearance of the immortal Li Changsheng in the current life.

Wataru blinked and muttered to himself: Am I dazzled? How could a person's divine soul seem so huge.

This is my own spiritual platform, everything is born because of myself, and I should not think of myself as an ant. Qiong Yu also followed in and looked around, observing the size and breath of the spirit platform, he could judge that this person's Taoism should be in the Yuan Infant Stage.

Out of avoidance and politeness, she didn't continue to go deeper, otherwise it would not be impossible for the other party's exercises to be dug out.

This is why the altar has always been a forbidden place for monks.

"Please also ask the immortal seniors to check it out." Watari opened his arms slightly, the spirit platform trembled, and the starlight composed of memories floated in the void like stars.

If you use an optical microscope to observe, you can see countless images at a magnification of thousands of times. Li Yi stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and the surrounding environment began to change dramatically.

The Moon Palace, the Guanghan Banquet, hundreds of thousands of monks gathered together. Qiong Yu looked at the Guanghan banquet in amazement, it was the first time she had seen so many monks, even in the primeval years, it was difficult to gather so many people at one time.

"Immortal senior, this plate is piled up into a mountain, is there so much food for you to eat and drink in the Immortal Dao Era?" The Demon Saint Tiger Zun Hu as big as a hill in the distance eats Haisai, and hundreds of thousands of people under the Moon Palace each say that they have to eat two catties of meat, plus all kinds of wine and vegetables, this meal requires thousands of tons of food.

The cultivation world is an ancient society, and although the productivity is higher than that of the auraless world, it is not exaggerated to the point of casually taking out thousands of tons of food to eat and drink.

Moreover, these grains are not all rice and noodles, but all kinds of meat dishes.

"It's too wasteful, it's too wasteful, the tribute I have collected for tens of thousands of years is not as much as yours." Du Wan said: "Amitabha, Taoist friends don't know that this is a good deed of immortals. ”

"An act of kindness?

Qiong Yu was puzzled, and he couldn't understand that the monk had eaten so many grains and was doing a good deed. You must know that in the primeval period, cultivators would not eat so many grains, after all, mortals also had to eat. They can't grow their cultivation even a little bit after eating so much, and they have to spend time cultivating. It's better to have so much food to keep humans or other races in captivity than to eat it yourself. Grains are not precious, but a thousand tons of grains are. That's 660,000 people to be fed, and 1 million people would not be a problem if they ate less.

"Every ten years, the Guanghan Banquet requires scavenging food from more than a dozen dynasties in Kyushu, and these foods are bought with spirit stones. One percent of the spirit stone was given to the dynasty, and the remaining ninety percent was used as a spirit library shared by ordinary people, which could be used to hire monks if it was affected by disasters. With a little pride in his words, he said, "Although there are often cases of greed for ink, in the event of a catastrophe, the spiritual treasury can ensure that a large number of monks can be hired to save people. Before the launch of the spiritual library, the disaster relief monks could only count on one palace and two Buddhist paths, and after the launch of the spiritual library, once there was a catastrophe, the monks from all over the world flocked to it. "The hustle and bustle of the world is all for profit, and the hustle and bustle of the world is for profit.

It is difficult to make the world full of good people by force purely by propaganda, but if good people can benefit, then the whole world is full of good people.

The kindness of the immortal monk to mortals is based on his material foundation, and it is also created by the immortals.

It's a pity that the mediocre people don't understand the merits of the immortals, and think that the immortals are extravagant and wasteful. But if they didn't have these spirit stones, would they be willing to save the world?

They just want to get something for nothing, occupy the spirit stone and plunder the world. Du Remnant has been to overseas, where it is known as a land of fish and water without the rule of immortals, known as the sky is high and I can swim, the sea is wide and I can dive, no one presses my head, and I step on ten thousand people with my head down.

But most people go overseas last

"10,000 people", not those who raise their heads and are not pressed. Qiong Yu scratched his head, although he was puzzled in his heart, he also knew that the Immortal Dao was too different in their time and could not be viewed with common sense.

Just patted the fairy fart: "The immortal predecessors are here, and the blue sky is there!" "The two of you say a word, it seems that they are about to become divorced fanatical fan meetings.

There wasn't much change on the main face, and he carefully observed every inch of his memory. If there is a realm in the state of mind, Li Yi has already reached the point where the saint is nameless, and the so-called nameless is to be famous and forget the name.

No matter how good the reputation is, it is also given by others, not the will of the self, not the ability of the self. The surroundings accelerated slightly, memories flowed rapidly, and the two stopped talking.

Act I. On the way back to the sect, he crossed the world and silently recited the word decision. Act II. Du Wan went to ask the teacher, and when he stood outside the door, he heard not the sound of chanting, but the repeated decision-making.

In the third act, the picture freezes in place, surrounded by chaos and pitch blackness, with distorted colors flashing from time to time.

It's like a TV with a bad signal in my childhood, a white color, and a few pictures flash from time to time.

Li Yi could see wisps of gray gas, like silk threads piercing into the spiritual platform. He tapped his fingertips, and the ripples made all the gray qi flow, and the aura that emanated from it was terrifying.

Watar's eyes widened and he didn't understand that there was such a thing in his spiritual platform, so he couldn't help asking, "Immortal, what is this?" ”

"I don't know, there is a little bit of causal shielding, and it looks like a heavenly machine, but it doesn't look like it." Li Yi peeled off the gray mist lightly, and said that he didn't know, but these unknown forces could not exert any restrictions on it.

All powerlessness is a lack of ability. The picture became clear again, and in a blink of an eye, everyone was in an ancient temple.

Talking around the fireplace, the world was hidden in the shadows, and the candlelight shone on his thin palm, and I don't know when, the middle-aged monk had become so thin.

Li Yi's eyes narrowed slightly, as if the monk also looked very old in this life. You must know that he had a jade-faced monk back then, which attracted many people to express their affection, and there were even monsters among them.

Although Washiyo is not a face-loving person, why do you deliberately continue to maintain your old appearance? Born from the heart, withered, rotten wood also.

The monk's heart died, and the person began to decay, and finally died. Dushi's voice was hoarse, with a little sadness: "Since you are born an immortal, why do you need a Buddha?" ”