I just want to be unconscious, it's too sad. www.biquge.info But the old man needs me, and he doesn't allow me to be unconscious. I was rendered unconscious by the vitality he had forced over. But the power of my divine consciousness is truly fully restored, and there is no more than a month of delusion. Therefore, my spirit is still very confused.

The cave was filled with the smell of urine, which was supposed to have been left by the white bird couple. The smell of blood also lingered on the tip of my nose. The bodies of Mr. and Mrs. Shiratori are in the cave. It's completely dark here. I withdrew the energy from my eyes, and I could barely see anything.

I lay on my back on the wet, cold, hard stone floor, my voice drifting in the darkness: "Jindan...... To Jindan is to require the power of divine consciousness. You have also seen, is the power of my divine consciousness comparable to that of Jin Dan? My physical body is destroyed, but the power of Jin Dan's divine consciousness is still there. If you want to enter the Golden Pill, you need to pursue the progress of your divine consciousness with all your might. ”

I suddenly came up with a way to get out of it.

His voice came from the darkness: "How!?"

"How? You've never practiced the Divine Consciousness Enhancement Technique?" I said.

His voice came from the darkness: "When I was building the foundation, I practiced a copy of the "Divine Thought Method", but I made little progress. I've also practiced other methods of increasing my divine consciousness, and I haven't made many achievements, so do you have a shortcut to increasing your divine sense?"

"With some more energy, I'm going to die of cold. "I have a weak word.

He hesitated for a moment before he got some energy out of me, but not much. The vitality is over, and the coldness is really greatly reduced.

Some winds came into the cave and made a whistling sound.

"Is there anything you have in common with those methods of divine consciousness?" I said softly, looking straight into the darkness. This darkness actually made me feel a little relieved at this time, which may be the reason why I lost all my senses and stayed in the dark place for too long after my physical death.

I didn't wait for him to answer, and then said, "I think, in addition to the time you spend cultivating your vitality, you spend too little time thinking about this world, the existence of this world, and yourself, right?"

"What is Divine Consciousness, the power of your thoughts!" I said in the darkness, and I myself was infected.

"What do you mean by that?" came his voice in disbelief through the darkness, "I seek eternal life, what do all things in heaven and earth have to do with me, and why should I think about them?"

"Where does the vitality you absorb come from? How can it not matter? The vitality you absorb comes from the life of all things in heaven and earth!" "If you don't communicate with those beings with your heart, how can they give you the purest level of vitality? That's why I was able to go from no vitality at all to level 5 in three months. ”

"Oh, I heard from them that you spent three months cultivating to become a fifth-level warlock, but how can I believe that this is true? It's not that you deceived them with illusion?" the old man sneered and kicked me so hard that my ribs were broken by at least three or more.

I exhaled in pain, stared at his figure, and said angrily: "Do you still want to go to Jindan?

Being kicked by him, the vitality covering my body suddenly dissipated, and the cold invaded my body again, making me feel endless cold, coupled with the broken ribs, the physical pain tortured my nerves violently.

"It's nonsense, nonsense! You and I Han are muddy, you dare to talk nonsense in front of me! Tell me what your intention is to sneak into my Xianyuan Monk Academy!"

The old man was furious.

I don't know why he's angry, what I said is so reasonable, how can I make him angry? I'm still not suitable for dealing with people, with strength, it's better to kill directly, it's always useless to talk too much nonsense.

"Senior, I'm really ...... to find a stable place to cultivate."

I was interrupted by his foot to continue talking. His feet stomped on my face, causing my face to feel intense pain.

"You have a similar temperament to a liar I once met, don't you know?" said the old man.

"Senior, you misunderstood. Well, Akito doesn't say secret words, what do you want me to do, say it. If I can do it, I will do it for you, but you have to sign a contract with me, a contract that I promised to do three things for you, and you have to let me go. Okay?"

I had to do something like begging for mercy. Between begging for mercy and dying, I will not hesitate in the slightest. Although I still have the desire to kill him one day, but not now. Now I need to beg for mercy.

He smiled, "You said that you were once a Jindan, then I think you must have seen many mortals, have you ever seen mortals begging for mercy like this?" The old man sat down beside me with a smile, restrained my body with his vitality, and then continued, "I hate you so much. I am the most greedy person in my life. ”

I couldn't help but retort: "If you are not afraid of death, why do you seek immortality? A monk has a path to immortality to take, and of course he is more afraid of death than a mortal!" Originally, I wanted to add, "You are deceiving yourself!", but why should I make him angry?

"I don't care. All I know I hate you. Normally, if I dislike someone, if my strength can easily kill the other person without any follow-up trouble, I will kill the other person to end my suspicion. It is this kind of freewheeling thought that has brought me all the way to the current state of building a perfect foundation and half-stepping on Jindan. Do you really think I need to ask you for your experience in entering the Golden Pill?"

The old man sneered.

"Then what do you want me to do if you don't kill me now?" my heart was cold.

"I don't know, I just don't want to kill you right now. He laughed.

Could it be that the high-ranking monks are all insane?

"Otherwise, if you tell me a story that makes me happy, I might not let you die. The old man reached out and patted my face and smiled.

I can't figure him out anymore. Is he waiting for something? Deliberately stalling for time? Now that I'm on the plate, why should he wait?

It was with a deep depression that I began to tell him the story.

"I used to love to look at fire with my eyes, and fire was beautiful. I love the beauty of fire almost to the point of obsession. One day, I put my hand in the beautiful fire, intending to get up close and personal with the beautiful fire. You know, the surface of the fire looks so beautiful, but it is very destructive in itself, and it doesn't like my hand to touch it, so it melts my hand. Since then I have no right hand. ”

I finished the story with a deep heart. I thought the old man would be angry at the perfunctory nature of this story. But to my surprise, he actually slapped his palms twice in appreciation, laughed out loud and said, "Good story!