"Before the god catcher ascended to the immortal realm, he left a total of two visualization scrolls. The first pair is this picture of the pig, which can be used to cultivate any magic beast in the body, and the beast will be cultivated to perfection.

The other is a self-portrait of the god catcher, which can be used to cultivate another mastery of the god catcher in the body - the arrow of the immortals.

After drawing two visualization diagrams, the god catcher flew to the immortal realm, without teaching the disciples how to cultivate. The disciples who were trapped in the four grades and could not break through the realm for a long time could only ponder on their own, and as a result, none of them had cultivated the method of visualization for 800 years.

However, although no one has cultivated it, there are some speculations after the research and speculation of the successive chief arresters. The method of visualization originates from Buddhism, and when Buddhism talks about the law of fate, it is necessary to find the reason from the words fate and dharma.

Yuan is naturally a person who is destined to catch the god, but the god of capture has never married and has no heirs. The disciples can be regarded as fate, but the facts have proved that fate is not enough. And the law should be a different way, but how can it be regarded as another way?

One night a year ago, I woke up in my sleep. The word "fate" does not necessarily mean blood, and it is similar to the god of catching gods in some qualities, and it can also be regarded as a deep fate.

After that, I rethought the life manager of the god catcher, analyzed his temperament, likes and dislikes, and behavior style, and found that the god catcher has two more obvious characteristics. One is compassion, compassion for the common people in the world. The second is justice, which just corroborates with this sentence that the immortals break the law and the common people are guilty of the same crime.

There are two great mastery of catching gods, the arrow of punishing immortals corresponds to compassion, and the trick of catching gods corresponds to justice. As long as you can find someone who embodies these two qualities to the extreme, you may be able to comprehend these two visualizations.

So in the past year, I have read all the case files sent to the Criminal Department by various state capitals across the country, trying to find someone who meets the characteristics of justice, and then I made a trip to Fencheng.

The pig distinguishes black and white, knows good and evil, distinguishes loyalty and treachery, and is a prison beast. Everything in the world has qi, and due to different experiences, qi will produce corresponding changes.

Murderers have a ferocious, murderous, and evil spirit.

The bitter lord has resentment, depression, and sorrow.

The living are alive, and the dead are dead.

There is joy after the grievance, and anger after the law is brought to justice.

This kind of gas is different from the fireworks in the world, it is blazing and rich, and it lasts for a long time, and can be collectively called the gas of prison. And the Dharma-Beast was born, grown, and strengthened by absorbing the qi of the prison.

You have cracked more than 100 large and small cases in Fencheng in the past ten years, and you must have accumulated a lot of prison qi in your body, and you are a smart person, so it is most suitable to practice the visualization diagram of the magic beast. But there are some things that you need to pay attention to, otherwise..."

Yu Qingzhi babbled about his guesses and understandings, and suddenly noticed that something was wrong with the atmosphere around him, and he was stunned when he looked sideways.

I saw that Rong Fei, who was standing in front of the Qizhu Visualization Diagram, had his eyes rolling at this time, his face was dull, and there were countless large and small light clusters floating around his body. These light clusters come in light and dark and come in different colors.

Yu Qingzhi stretched out his finger and pointed towards the nearest egg-sized dark purple light cluster, and as soon as he touched it, he felt a cold aura with strong malice.

Yu Qingzhi guessed that these points of light were the prison spirits that Rong Fei had accumulated over the years by solving countless cases.

In this way, I was really blinded by myself this time.

Since Rong Fei has begun to enlighten without a teacher, Yu Qingzhi will not say more, and push to the side of the gate to stand as Rong Fei's protector, so as not to be disturbed by foreign objects.

At the first glance of the scroll, Rong Fei felt that there was a strong suction force on the scroll, constantly pulling his consciousness to pull it into the scroll.

This made Rong Fei think of a supernatural story called the painting wall in Liao Zhai Zhiwei.

Half-pushed and half-pushed, Rong Fei's consciousness was quickly pulled into the picture.

Black... It's so dark...

Quiet... It's quiet...

In the painting, there is the extreme darkness and the extreme quiet, and such an environment makes Rong Fei's consciousness frightened and trembling.

Soon, however, a glimmer of light came from all around.

At first, the light was very weak, very small, very little, but gradually it became brighter and brighter, more and more, and it turned out to be light clusters of different sizes and colors that came from nowhere.

When a light cluster approached Rong Fei's consciousness, a memory fragment flashed.

Misery, or humiliation, or cruelty, or bloodshed...

Rong Fei already knew the origin of these light clusters.

Although the consciousness has no eyes, it can see really, and although it has no mouth, it can speak.

Looking at a total of nine hundred and thirty-two light clusters flying around him, Rong Fei muttered to himself.

"Is it to use these light clusters as materials to create a Renfa Beast?"

As soon as the words fell, the light clusters converged together as if they had heard a command, forming a huge dark gray sphere.

The sphere began to be compressed little by little as if it had been squeezed by an invisible force... Compress... Compress again until it is only the size of an egg.

Looking at the dark gray egg floating in front of him, Rong Fei was curious and wanted to reach out and touch it, but only to find that he had no hands here. So he thought about getting closer in his mind, and his consciousness slowly leaned towards the gray egg.

The moment his consciousness touched the gray egg, Rong Fei felt that something was pulled out and entered the gray egg. Before he could figure out what was happening, he heard the gray egg click, and several cracks appeared on the surface of the gray egg.

I'll go!

Hatching?

What an egg!

The clicking sound became more and more dense, and the cracks on the eggshell became more and more, and the next moment, a gray, slick little head poked out of the crack in the eggshell.

Under Rong Fei's gaze, a hairless and hornless mini hedgehog came out of the eggshell.

The miniature hedgehog's eyes were still closed, waving its two front paws to grope for the broken eggshell floating around it, and when it touched a piece, it stuffed it into its mouth and chewed it, and with each piece of eggshell fragment it ate, its body grew a little bigger, and there were faint fluff on its body, and two small packets bulged out on the top of its bare head.

After eating up the eggshell fragments floating around his body, the mini hedgehog shook its claws and grabbed everywhere, but some of the debris floated far away, and the two little short claws couldn't catch it at all, and the anxious little hedgehog mooed and screamed.

Rong Fei tried to control the eggshell fragments with his mind, but he didn't expect it to be really successful. Sending all the fragments to the arms of the little hedgehog, looking at the sweet way it ates, Rong Fei actually felt a sense of pleasure and satisfaction in his heart.

After eating all the eggshells, the size of the little hedgehog has increased by five or six times compared to the size of the pig, and the black hair on its body is much thicker, but the two bulges on the top of the head are still the same size, and there is no change.

It looks like a puppy.

As if he had eaten enough, the little hedgehog stretched out comfortably, burped, and then opened his eyes, which had been closed.

Two majestic eyes looked at Rong Fei, so frightened that Rong Fei almost collapsed.

But in the next moment, the majesty in his eyes dissipated into nothingness, turning into a curious and dependent mood, mooing twice, and the little hedgehog stepped on the void and ran over, plunging into Rong Fei's arms, rubbing and licking affectionately, more like a puppy than a puppy.

This is the mythical beast that symbolizes the law?

Rong Fei muttered in his heart.

After being intimate with Rong Fei for a while, the little hedgehog didn't seem to be very satisfied with the dim light around him, and suddenly jumped out of Rong Fei's arms, standing in the void with four legs as if he was on the ground, raising his head and letting out a roar.

Moo!

I was wrong, it's not a puppy, it should be a calf.

Rong Fei Xindao.

As the roar of the little hedgehog sounded, the surrounding darkness began to crumble and collapse, and a soft warm light filled the entire space.

It was only at this time that Rong Fei finally saw the lineup of this space clearly.

It is a ruined temple.

In the center of the temple sat a monk, and the little monk was surrounded by only stumps and broken arms, flesh and bones.

The monk hung his head and couldn't see his face clearly, his whole body was soaked in blood, and the ragged monk's robe on his body could no longer see its original color.

"Dusty?"

Rong Fei exclaimed tentatively.

The monk's body moved slightly, and he slowly raised his head, revealing a face without skin and blurred flesh and blood.

A face of horror.

"Help... Help me..."

A hoarse, deep voice came out of the monk's mouth.

Rong Fei was shocked when he heard this, and his consciousness swooped up.

"It's you... It's you... The voice I heard when the ship crashed was you, who the hell are you? Why am I reborn? Did you do it? What the hell are you going to do? Why? ”

It was the first time since the reincarnation of his soul that Rong Fei had lost control of his emotions so much.

But when the consciousness touched the monk's body, the light disappeared in an instant, and the surroundings were shrouded in darkness again.

And Rong Fei's consciousness became more and more blurred, and finally fell asleep.

Then, Rong Fei had a dream.

I dreamed about what happened before the soul was reincarnated.

Fire... As far as the eye could see, there was a raging fire.

The heat caused the clothes on his body to be charred and shattered, and the pain caused by the burning flames made people scream uncontrollably.

The spaceship crashed rapidly, towards a celestial body floating in the universe that resembled a chessboard.

"Help me... Help me..."

At the moment when his consciousness was about to die after being scorched by the flames, Rong Fei seemed to hear someone whispering in his ear.

The voice is hoarse and muffled.

Inside the gate of the Immortal Division, Yu Qingzhi is proud of not protecting the Dharma.

It had only been an hour since Rong Fei had settled, but Yu Qingzhi felt as if it had been three days and three nights.

The signature smile on his face receded into solemnity.

Looking at Rong Fei's back, his eyes were also full of apprehension and expectation.

Rong Fei, you must succeed!

At this moment, Rong Fei's body suddenly trembled, and then a dazzling brilliance burst out from his body.

In an instant, the entire courtyard was reflected by the light as if it were day, and there were pillars of light rising into the sky and breaking through the sky.

It's done!

Yu Qingzhi clenched his fists, ecstatic in his heart. But then his complexion changed, as if he realized something, and his figure took off into the air, waving his sleeves and throwing out a simple long knife.

"Great Array—Shield!"

As Yu Qingzhi's words fell, in the courtyard of the Xuanwu Hutong Mansion in the distance, the intricate patterns engraved on the ground emitted a faint light, and the endless majestic power converged towards the sky above the Immortal Division in the operation of the large array.

The pillar of light disappeared in an instant, as if it had never appeared.

But even so, the dazzling golden light that just now illuminated almost half of Kyoto, and it still alarmed many people.