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Today I was very back, and I was bumped into by the second ancestor for some reason, but fortunately I was brave enough to fight, and I didn't suffer a loss in fighting.

On the way back, it was thundering and raining, drenched and cold.

Wei Gao's tricycle traveled through the rain and swayed with difficulty to the door, when a figure flashed.

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Wei Gao quickly stepped on the brakes, but fortunately, he didn't hit it. There is still a meter and a half to go. Wei Gao saw the old man lying in front of him, and shook his head helplessly, "Zhu Hong's family, why did you come out to touch porcelain today? ”

The old man in front of the car was Wei Gao's neighbor. When Mr. Wei rented in the southern part of the city last month, Mr. Zhu had been living here for decades.

"Zhu Hong, we are old acquaintances, don't play dead with me. I'll help you up and drink a glass of water, it's strange cold on the ground. ”

In order to succeed in touching porcelain, Zhu Hong was still lying on the cold ground, really fighting.

Wei Gao helped him up, and his heart moved, "His body is as stiff as wood." And it feels a lot lighter than the average person. ”

Zhu Hong finally began to hum and walked into the hall with Wei Gao.

The place where Wei Gao lives is a common old house in the south of the city, with three rooms, a hall in the middle, and a room next to it.

As soon as he arrived in the hall, Zhu Hong suddenly shook his wrist, grabbed Wei Gao, and said something in his mouth, "Look at me, my eyes are your eyes." ”

The old man, dressed in a gray robe and with a white beard, grabbed Wei Gao's wrist tightly, and his eyes radiated a strange light.

Wei Gao was stunned, looking at Zhu Hong's eyes, his mind seemed to have fallen into boundless darkness, unable to move anymore.

"Quack ......"

Zhu Hong instantly changed to a different person, "What a good body, I failed to cross the thunder tribulation, and I just took away your body." As long as I have been cultivating for three years, I am also a master of thunder tribulation. Wei Gao, when you moved here, I already had my eye on you. ”

Wei Gao's divine soul fell into the boundless darkness, and he could feel that he had become a cloud of pale yellow light, wandering leisurely, floating somewhere.

In his ears, bursts of spells from afar continued to erode Wei Gao's soul.

“...... You have me, I have you, there is no terror, all thoughts are rest...... Take it away!"

Wei Gao's soul felt stagnant, hundreds of thousands of thoughts, unable to move, the consciousness in the thoughts gradually dissipated, and his body was no longer under his control.

As long as the thought dissipates, Zhu Hong can completely occupy Wei Gao's body and become the new Zhu Hong.

Wei Gao gritted his teeth and insisted, the pale yellow spirit in the darkness kept swaying, hoping to escape from the invasion of the spell, but there was no way, one was an ordinary person, the other was a master of cultivation, how could it be compared?

"Boom!"

The thunder rumbled, and it seemed to explode next to the old house, Zhu Hong's spirit trembled a few times, and the boundless darkness seemed to have traces of dissipation.

Immediately afterwards, there was a "clang". The mirror hanging from the beam fell and smashed on top of Zhu Hong's head.

Weirdly, Zhu Hong fell, couldn't help convulsing, his body actually disintegrated, and then dissipated in the air, leaving only a small package.

Wei Gao coughed violently and relieved himself.

He took a deep breath, the air was fresh, it was good, "Saved." ”

The feeling just now was deeply seared into Wei Gao's heart.

"Immortal cultivator? Zhu Hong is an immortal cultivator? Could it be that immortal cultivators really exist?"

A series of question marks, no one answered. What's even more bizarre is that Zhu Hong's corpse actually disintegrated and disappeared out of thin air.

And on the ground, only a package remains, and a broken mirror.

Wei Gao sat on the ground, took the package, opened it and took a look, obediently, a lot of treasures. There are 10 wild ginseng in it, and depending on the vintage, it is at least a hundred years old.

How can such wild ginseng be bought without millions of dollars when it is brought to the market? There are still places to buy wild ginseng that have been around for decades, but wild ginseng that has been used for 100 years will not be sold.

There is also a booklet, a volume of pictures, and a few sticks of incense.

The incense is sandalwood, the taste is pure, and Wei Gao directly put it aside. Pick up the booklet of the brown paper skin.

The booklet is not thick, but the texture is special, and it feels delicate to the touch, and the words "Notes on the Monkhood" are written in block letters.

Wei Gao opened it and immediately immersed himself in it, as if he had opened the door to another world.

What is recorded in the booklet, in addition to the bizarre legends, is Zhu Hong's cultivation perception and combat experience.

"The husband is a god, and the incense of man is condensed, and the days are long, and he becomes a god. ”

This is the principle that incense becomes a god, the people believe in the gods, burn incense and bow to pray, and the incense is willing to condense and become a god over time. If the faith dissipates and no one bows and prays, the gods disappear naturally.

"The people who cultivate immortals, in ancient times, were in the majority, because of the abundant aura, the treasures of heaven and earth remained, and the secret realm of the sect still had residual power, and even helped people to ascend to the immortal realm. In modern society, there are many factories, the aura is dissolved, and the immortal cultivators have been in great difficulty, and any treasure can be killed and fought for, and everything is careful. ”

Wei Gao continued to watch, his brows tightened, the way of cultivating immortals was difficult to walk.

"Immortal cultivators, rely on wealth and wealth. Wealth, Taoist masters, exercises, Taoism, and spiritual treasures are indispensable. ”

"On the road of cultivating immortals, there are many sayings that the soul comes out of the shell, travels at night, travels during the day, drives away, and manifests, and when it survives the thunderstorm, it can soar. It is very different from martial arts, martial arts people, exercise skin, flesh, muscles and bones, and even martial saints, and smash the void. ”

It turns out that the path of cultivation also has the theory of cultivating immortals and martial arts. In the end, they all seek great happiness, great leisure, and great freedom.

Wei Gaoshen nodded approvingly, there are almost no immortal cultivators in society now, but they are all hiding from cultivating. We ordinary people are naturally difficult to see.

Human life can be immortal and eternal, human wishes can be easily achieved, and human abilities can be beyond imagination. This was Wei Gao's first feeling.

He licked the corners of his mouth, closed the Notes on Monasticism, and picked up the last item.

A picture, when unfolded, is not so mysterious.

The statue of Taishang Laojun is exactly the same as the sitting statue of Laojun in Qingyuan Mountain, Quanfu,

Nothing out of the ordinary.

However, Wei Gao can be sure that Zhu Hong will take it with him during the catastrophe, which is naturally a treasure and needs to be well understood.

Receive a few items into the package. Wei Gao came back to his senses and cautiously looked around the house.

Fortunately, no one was around just now, otherwise, Zhu Hong would suddenly shatter into powder, and he was afraid that he would be scared to death.

Wei Gao has experienced the departure of his relatives many times, and he has long been alone, and his mentality is much more mature than ordinary people, and he quickly calmed down.

He glanced at the ground, and it was the mirror that had fallen from the beams of the house that saved him.

Wei Gao picked up the mirror and looked back and forth, ordinary, used to ward off evil spirits and hung the "demon mirror" on the beams of the house.

The mirror finally saved himself, and according to the ritual of the spring house, he put the offering table and prayed with three incense sticks, which was inevitable.

Wei Gao picked up the incense sticks left by Zhu Hong, only 6 sticks, and lit them all.

Broken mirrors sit on the table. Wei Gao worshiped reverently, which was similar to thanking the benefactor who saved his life.

Inserting the incense into the incense burner, Wei Gao immediately went into the room to wash, and the sweat and rain were refreshing after washing.

When Wei Gao walked out, he was startled by the scene in front of him.

The smoke produced by the burning of the incense is intertwined and twisted into a pillar of smoke as thick as an arm, which is slowly absorbed by the "demon mirror".

"What the hell today?"

Wei Gao's eyes widened as he stared at the scene in front of him. All the incense was burned, and there was no smell of smoke in the room.

"How can a mirror absorb smoke?" he picked up the mirror and found it neatly broken in half.

The bright mirror just now, after absorbing the smoke, turned out to be a black cloud.

Wei Gao stretched out his hand and touched it, sneering! As if he had been bitten by a mosquito, a few drops of blood quickly fell into the blackness.

The mirror is gone!

Wei Gao looked at his hands, and there was a black shadow on each of his arms, flowing from his fingers to his arms.

Then, Wei Gao felt that there seemed to be something more in his back, and as soon as his thoughts moved, he actually lifted his feet off the ground and rose into the air. "I'm going to heaven?"