Chapter Seventy-Five: I Am Not Me
After laughing for a while, the "true" in front of the crystal palace said to himself:
"Where are you located in the Great Array of One Body and Two Instruments?"
Then he frowned and closed his eyes, as if listening, and said for a long time:
"The three souls are independent, except for the method of shaping the Dao of the three souls, the rest of the memories are not connected, which is troublesome."
Shaking his head, 'Zhen' bowed his hand in place and said to the 'river' in the crystal palace:
"Fellow Daoist, Huangquan is going well. He will avenge you one day. ”
The 'river' of the crystal palace seemed to have not slept for several days, his expression was slightly tired, his eyes were gloomy, and he also bowed his hand to the 'truth' whose soul lived in his body in front of him:
"Although the earth soul is lost, I am sure that Yan Changyi will not see this matter for a while. You just have to run away with confidence.
I wish you good luck and prosperity! ”
Then, as if recuperating, he sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, crossed his knife legs, and no longer looked at his other self.
The soul 'River' in the 'true' body bowed to the ground, then got up and turned, and strode towards the forest.
Shao leaning, 'true', or the 'river' that lives in the body of 'true', runs to the middle of the ten thousand monkey pits in the forest, where the bones are covered with bones, and the wind is gusting.
After fumbling in the storage bag for a while, he pulled out a tattered rag doll.
If you look closely, it turns out to be a green-faced ape hatchling body that is almost rotten and seems to have been concocted, dyed dark red throughout, and the body is tattered, and even the white bones under the flesh can be seen.
The strange thing is that the white bones in the body of the ape do not match, the right hand bone is not as long as the ape's arm, and the small half of the flesh at the front end hangs empty in the air. The left arm and the small half of the body seem to have been cut off.
"Hehe, it's smart, using this blue-faced ape to refine the carrier of this 'Tongsheng Bone', plus the yin qi of this place, instead of refining it by people, it doesn't attract attention, and it takes some thought."
After that, 'River' placed the corpse of the young ape in the open space where the ghost fruit was before it was on the ground, and the words were in his mouth.
And a black shadow flowed out from under the young ape's body, slowly fading on the ground, and the thick white miasma around it instantly turned black, and the place was suddenly like a falling ghost, and the wind in the air shouted.
I seem to hear a terrible baby crying around.
But 'River' was not afraid at all, his eyes were indifferent, and he pressed the dry bones:
"The sect has spent a lot of money refining your co-living bones, in addition to thousands of conjoined bodies, they also need various rare treasures and formation inscriptions to get one. Now that you can be used by this seat, you should be honored to look at it, and you should not be resentful! ”
The more he talked, the more fierce he became, and the shadow of his body was faintly visible.
The cry of the baby in the air gradually became a little less, and the black shadow on the ground gradually wrapped the 'river', and then gradually entered the corpse of the young ape. The ghost disappeared, but the 'river' was no longer there, and along with it was the mutilated white bones that had been wrapped in the young ape.
Only a tattered little skin remained, and it soon melted and disappeared in place.
When the river opened its eyes, there was a dark hall in front of him. In front of him, two mutilated young skeletons were spliced together to form a deformed but intact conjoined young skeleton, and the two young skulls seemed to cling together helplessly, while the mournful infant cry in the air gradually disappeared.
Eventually, the conjoined young bones slowly darkened and shattered into powder.
"Humph! This formation is convenient, but it's a pity that the refining is troublesome, and I heard that it can be directly teleported to the sect of the same life bone sect up and down no more than one palm. Next, we still have to rely on the teleportation array that has been set up in advance. 'River' snorted coldly, and many black-robed people in front of him slowly appeared, silent at him.
Glancing at the people in front of him, 'He' frowned slightly, and then remembered that he had changed his body, tore the clothes on his thighs, and a complete Xuankui came to life, and scolded in a low voice:
"Damn, I almost forgot that I am a fake now, and the Xuan Kwai seed level is not enough, so I can't call these Kwai slaves directly."
And most of the black-robed people in front of him disappeared again after seeing the Xuankui on their legs.
Only one person was left to lead it to a teleportation array, and after the 'river' entered the array, the teleportation array was opened, and it was transmitted to a place similar to that where the teleportation array was deployed.
After two or three times. This time, as soon as 'Zhen' stepped into the teleportation array, he suddenly felt a sense in his heart, his eyes were full of tears, he couldn't help himself, he fell to his knees, and shouted:
"My body is dead! Daoyou ...... Let's go! ”
"The body is dead, and he and I are ...... alive"
A faint voice suddenly sounded in the ears of the weeping 'River', and his face changed. Feeling that the 'true' soul that had been imprisoned in the depths of his soul suddenly came out of trouble, he glared and roared, and said with a hint of panic:
"Shaft! How did you get out of trouble? ”
In the next second, his hideous face, which was still full of tears, returned to calm, and the corners of his mouth gradually hooked:
"My lord's words are ridiculous, that is, my body, how can I be trapped in it."
However, the familiar gentle smile has not yet fully appeared, and his face is hideous again:
"I knew that you, a traitor, were plotting against this seat, so I had bad intentions! Hate the ontology and don't check! I'll swallow you now! ”
However, his face was suddenly calm, and he smiled gently:
"Wrong! Wrong, too! There is no ontology, there has always been only me and me! ”
After saying this, a binding force from the Three Soul Shaping Dao gradually bound the soul of the 'river', making his soul strength that he could easily suppress the 'true' soul plummet.
'He' suddenly realized that his soul had become an earth soul into the 'true' body, and both of them were now cultivating the Three Souls Shaping Dao method. As for who can become the main soul, it lies in the depth of the comprehension of the three souls shaping the Dao. At the moment, he is still thinking about the ontology, and he has already lost. Suddenly, anxiety appeared on the 'true' face:
"Nope! I'm not the seat! I'm not me! I am the river! No, I'm real, I'm ..... Who am I? ”
However, a look of confusion gradually appeared on his face.
Mixed with a really gentle and weird smile in the middle, it just disappeared into the teleportation array.
......
'Zhen' walked out of the teleportation array, and the occasional crazy and confused words came out of his mouth, but his face always wore a familiar gentle smile. He is better than the understanding of the Three Souls Shaping Dao, and the 'River' is better than the strength of the soul.
Before the other party understands that he has become him and me, he can temporarily suppress the other party's soul consciousness.
Outside the teleportation array, it is not another teleportation array. It was a wide and flat black field, with no sun in the sky, but there was a glimmer of light and shadows from nowhere, and only large black translucent curtains seemed to hang from the edge of the wide land.
In front of him, a black-robed man was standing on the side, and when he saw it, he didn't let him show his Xuankui, but only led him to the center of the black wide field.
On the road, there were some black-robed monks scattered around, but unlike the person who led the way in front of them, who covered his head with a hood, these monks all had their own styles, but their faces were quite cold.
It seems that some people know the truth, and their expressions have changed slightly, and when they see him returning alone, many of them show gloating expressions.
Soon, Shinichi came to a high platform in front of him, knelt down slowly, and the five thoughtful ground, the 'river' soul in his body seemed to feel something, and he didn't make a sound again.
On the high platform, there were two gentle coughs, and then a rather young but slightly weak male voice whispered to the lone figure kneeling below:
"You're back."