After a dozen corpses in a row, they were reduced to a blur of flesh and blood, and suddenly a large group of bodies in the field fell limply, and everything was still. The corpse turned into a cold dead thing again, and fell there no longer attacking people. Sitting quietly in the stone formation, black blood flowed from the seven orifices, and there was even a bit of hideousness on his painful face—he had stopped breathing.

If you go back a few hundred years, this young man is likely to become the most famous and outstanding wizard in his hometown. But now everything is over, and the young man died in a foreign country. I was vomiting and weeping tears as I watched all this life behind the rocks on the mountainside in the distance. I couldn't see the figure of the craftsman in the rocky beach, but I could feel that the power was completely gone in an instant, and I knew that his life was gone.

The wind and sand in the sky stopped, and suddenly it was like someone suddenly cut off a switch. The sky and the earth became clean and clean, and the sun had risen at some point, and the blazing sun shone on the white-flowered Gobi Desert. My eyesight is too good, sometimes it's not a good thing, I can see the wolf on the beach from a distance, and I can't help but start vomiting. Not only me, but all the survivors in the distance were vomiting for the most part.

I rushed out after the corpse, and no one noticed the chaos at the time, and there was a "corpse" that had escaped from the hidden route to the mountains. I didn't leave, because I was wearing the Lock Spirit Ring, and I didn't believe that the cultivator Fu Jie could be more sensitive than the Seven Leaves and the Living Buddha. I also want to take advantage of the chaos to find another chance to rescue the craftsman. But the cultivators outside the scene are indeed above me, and I don't have the magical power to be able to tear the corpse through the air so far away!

His gaze swept over the crowd and the corpses, and on the other side of the distance stood six people. There was a man standing at the front and five in a line at the back. It's too far. I couldn't see his face clearly, it was a middle-aged man—was he Fu Jie? The group of people standing still were obviously cultivators, probably Fu Jie's disciples from his ground.

I can't understand why the other party's master has such great magical powers, why didn't he just shoot in the first place? At least fifty or sixty armed men died under his men. Although it is safer and safer to let these people rush to the front, but in his eyes, the lives of these people are so indifferent?

I have more questions that I don't understand. How could such a list be stolen? Where there should have been a strong guard, there was such laxity that insiders could easily get their hands on it. Why did you send us here? I admit that we kids are all very talented and have special talents. But what does it mean to carry out such a mission and face such an adversary? Has anyone ever thought about us? It is the master who pays the price of his life for the failure of the mission, but who is really responsible?

This is the end of the mission I was given above, but I have made a decision - my own mission has begun. I'm going to kill Fu Jie! not just because it's a request from the craftsman before he dies. And for the first time, I was reminded of my responsibility as a practitioner. During my initiation ceremony, the Wind Gentleman once gave me a lecture on the precepts of spiritual practice. Finally, he mentioned that if someone violates these three precepts and does evil and harms sentient beings, all practitioners in the world have the obligation to join in. At that time, I didn't quite understand that when I saw Fu Jie, I understood that this is the kind of person I was talking about. Here all the dead. Not just to die for him, but to die for him.

So I didn't stay on the edge of the Gobi Desert. There is a lock spirit ring in as long as I don't get close to it, not afraid of being seen by him. I must find out the origin of this payment. Otherwise, once you leave here, it will be difficult to find him again. Having people like him in the cultivation world is a scourge to the world. And the list in his hand. It is also a big hidden danger.

The Locking Spirit Ring can lock the spiritual energy fluctuation essence around the body, and the essence is restrained without leaking, and wearing it can evade the search of the divine consciousness of the cultivators. But the usefulness of this thing is not omnipotent, it can't hide its tracks, shape, footsteps, walking, and the sound of the wind is still the same as usual. So I had to be careful to use my ears and powers to gather information on the outskirts of the ruined city. I couldn't understand most of what they said, and occasionally some spoke Chinese, but I didn't understand the essentials. I only stayed here for a day, because Fu Ji left here with three disciples, and I followed from a distance.

I didn't have a lot of information to piece together over the course of the day. There were more than a hundred people in this "base". We have also been hit hard by this trouble. Fu Jie seems to be going somewhere else to remobilize his forces, or to avoid the limelight. They rode out at sunrise the next day, looking southeast in the direction of China's borders. When they disappeared into the horizon, I followed them far behind.

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Pedestrians fight the wind and sand, and the princess Pipa has a lot of grievances. There are no cities in the wild clouds, and the rain and snow are connected to the desert. The poems of the ancients described the scenery of the northwest, and it was at this time that I saw in my eyes, tracking Fu Jie's whereabouts, and had entered the territory of Xinjiang, China, for two days and two nights. The weather outside the city in December was already cold at night, and there were snowflakes in the sky. Fu Jian and the others lit a bonfire, and I meditated behind a barren hill in the distance—practicing the "impure view" that I had learned from Mr. Zhang two years ago.

I didn't feel very good for the first two days, and I felt irritability and nausea that I couldn't say. It is always as if you can see the corpses, broken bodies, internal organs and severed limbs scattered in front of your eyes on the Gobi Desert. It's not like I've never killed anyone, but I've never seen so many people kill and be killed! The cruelty and bloodshed didn't take much thought of it at the time, but afterwards it haunted me like a nightmare. In the "Demon Realm Tribulation" in the Dan Dao, I dodged it, and I didn't learn any spells to remove the demons. When I always see bloody and horrible scenes in front of my eyes, I always feel that my own body is also covered with filthy blood and fragments of corpses, and it even penetrates with my body. At this time, I remembered the method "Water and Fire Impure Concept" that I had briefly practiced two years ago.

Yesterday at noon, when Fu Jie's and the others were resting their horses to avoid the scorching sun, I also sat down in the distance and practiced the kung fu of "water view is not pure". Since I can't help but think about it. Then visualize its filth and unbearable to the extreme, and then lead the nine heavens down to wash it all away. This meditation is really wonderful, and after the exercises, my heart calmed down. Perhaps only when you have seen what dirty blood is, can you truly find a pure state of mind and then take good care of it. The water view is not clean, I no longer feel unbearable, and my body has become relaxed. Whatever way it will be to dust. The ending is the same, even the dust and yellow sand are the same

There is a cool realm in the soul that is out of it. It's called "Innocent"!

At this time, the midnight was biting cold, and even my golden dragon lock jade pillar's body couldn't help but tremble. I didn't light a bonfire, but I started a big fire in my visualization – practicing "the view of fire is not pure." The raging flames in the Realm burned everything, and all the ashes dispersed, leaving only a piece of light. The scattered internal organs and bones, the wails and blood stains everywhere were all reduced to nothing, the fire was still burning, but there was no longer the shape of the flame, everything could not be hidden, and it was refined to the realm of nothingness. It's called "no way".

This was the first method I practiced when I was studying the Dao. Just after the heart fast. Feng Junzi said that this kung fu only needs to be practiced for ten days, and if it is not achieved in ten days, there is no need to practice it again. Shang Yunfei said that this kung fu can only be obtained after practicing for at least ten days and ten days. Their words are diametrically opposed, but they are all true! If a person does not attain the state of self-purification and self-understanding in meditation, it only means that his disposition is like this, and I am afraid that he will never be able to break through. Learning impure views will only make you feel more dirty and unbearable, and you will never gain the power of your mind. But if he has already entered this door, he will know the wonder of refining his body and mind, and when the realm is deeper, he will experience it more profoundly.

A method that is deceptively simple. But with the different realms of you, you can reach the depths that you couldn't touch before. This is how I felt when I re-cultivated the impure mind-contemplation method after two years of entering the fetal movement realm on the Dan Dao. This night, I finally knew what the real "mind" is. It's not just a matter of meaning. Nor is it an abstract self-will. It is clearly an endogenous spiritual power, just like your fists and feet can be punched out against external objects. The spiritual world is also powerful, it can fight and purify external demons and keep the pure self. Some people call it the "Inner Holy Heart". Tracing this path has also been of great benefit to my practice.

The concentration of cultivating impure meditation is not too deep, and I can still maintain a little alertness, and I can detect changes around me at any time. But what I didn't know was that when the flames ignited in my vision, the lock spirit ring in my hand glowed blue and white in the darkness, and it seemed that it could not stop the aura fluctuations around me. In the distance, Fu Jie's mind was sudden. Standing up, he looked around for a long time, and then searched with his divine sense, but nothing came of it. But he always felt a little uneasy, and beckoned his men to get up and leave the place overnight. As soon as he was gone, I noticed it, and immediately retreated from the fixed place, and continued to follow from a distance.

After entering the country, someone answered the pick-up, and yesterday afternoon Fu picked up and changed horses and got into an off-road jeep. There are no roads in the grasslands, the Gobi, and the desert, and there are roads everywhere, and they seem to be very familiar with the terrain, driving all the way. Fortunately, the car in the desert can't be as fast as on the high highway, and I can still keep up with the fastest way I can use my magic method.

On this afternoon, the place where Fu Ji and the others arrived was another deserted city in the Gobi. From a distance, there is a broken wall made of loess in the Gobi Desert, a pale yellow color, and no grass grows around. Geographically, it is a willow-shaped island surrounded by two dry ancient river channels, and on one side there is a deep and wide erosion canyon.

This ancient city is located on a huge loess platform more than 30 meters high on the edge of the canyon, which is about 1,000 meters long from north to south and about 300 meters wide from east to west. There is a long street about 350 meters long from north to south and about 10 meters wide in the city, the northernmost part of the long street, the tallest and only brick building, which is a temple. The remains of the tall and thick earthen walls on both sides of the street are not the gateway to the street, and most of the houses in the city are half underground and half on the ground are made of rammed earth. There are many pottery shards scattered in this ruined ancient city, and there are traces of burning in the fire, and some of the walls and soil are even formed into glass. I didn't know at the time that this was the famous Jiaohe Ancient City, not far from Turpan City, Xinjiang.

At that time, the craze for border tours and expeditions was far from beginning, and most of the time it was a dead city, especially at night, when no one could come. Fu Jian actually regarded this place as a base for holding secret activities, which is a national key cultural relics protection unit. Dozens of people had gathered in the ancient city, all dressed in different costumes, and muttering words that I didn't understand. Occasionally, someone said a few words in Chinese, and I heard words like "welcome the Holy Lord". This Fu Ji actually went to this kind of place to open an altar and gather people to proclaim gods! And these people all came from Turpan, more than ten kilometers away.

Fu Jian sat on an earthen platform in front of the temple, and someone served red wine and fragrant roast meat on a silver plate, and he ate as if no one was around. Standing beside him was a seductive woman wearing a sand blouse that exposed her navel, carefully cutting meat and adding wine to him. ...... I moved quietly around the city, trying not to make a sound, and climbed to the roof of the temple ruins, where I lay in ambush quietly. I didn't find out the details of him along the way, and now I finally have a little eyebrows.

Fu Jie, who was full of food and drink, waved his hand to remove the silver plate, and a graceful woman of different races brought water to him to clean his hands. By this time, the sun had set, and it was getting dark. Fu took his back and walked to the center of the long street at the main entrance of the temple. The people fell silent, sat down neatly in front of him, and shouted in unison something I didn't understand. Fu waved his hand one after another, and everyone stopped making a sound, and then listened to him chirping and cooing alone. He was very emotional when he spoke, and his gestures and demeanor were inflammatory, but unfortunately I didn't know what he was talking about. He stopped every time he spoke, waiting for the crowd to shout a slogan before he continued.

As he spoke, he suddenly beckoned to the sky, and I felt him startled, and thought he was exposed. As a result, with his gestures, more than a dozen bright fires suddenly appeared around the long street, which were lit by the beams of fire that had been prepared for a long time. Seeing that the surrounding fires were not igniting and spontaneously combusting, many people's eyes were full of adoration.