"What do you mean by that?"

Bai Shi, who was in consciousness, frowned and asked suspiciously.

Thoughts appeared in the eyes of the woman in green, as if she was telling, and said: "There is a liliang in this world, called the power of thought. When a monk's cultivation reaches a certain level, he will have this liliang, which comes from the monk's mind. It can be turned into a monk's doppelganger and stay in the place where the monk wants to stay, but his cultivation is far less than the cultivation of the monk himself. If it was really the Evil King Deity that day, those Dao Chenzhuang would not have existed for such a long time, and if the Evil King Deity really made a move, as long as he waved his hand, he would be able to smash them. ”

Bai Shi frowned and said, "Then according to your meaning, the violinist is a mental power of the evil king?"

The woman in green nodded and said, "Yes, the luthier is just a power of his mind. ”

Shiraishi had too many doubts in his heart, and continued to ask: "However, I have known the violinist for a long time, and I don't seem to feel any evil qi in him, and in my opinion, he has his own thoughts and thoughts completely on his body. Isn't the power of the mind supposed to be what the deity thinks, so how can he think alone?"

The woman in green smiled indifferently and continued, "Yes, the power of mind should not have independent thoughts in the first place. However, if the power of this mind exists in the true realm for too long, he will gradually break away from the monk himself and become his true self, becoming independent. But this stage even takes thousands of years. After a thousand years, this power of mind has the opportunity to choose to continue to obey the Buddha-figure, or to break with it completely. ”

Bai Shi heard it in a fog, but he could roughly understand it, and said: "In this case, then the pianist should not have anything to do with those villages, why do you want to kill those villages." ”

Facing Baishi's words, the woman in green said, "Because, on those monks. There is a cultivation aura that belongs to him, and he wants to take back those breaths. The only way to do that is to kill the monks before you can get them back. ”

Bai Shi's frowning brows did not let go in the slightest, and he asked, "Those monks have the power of his cultivation?"

The woman in green nodded: "Yes, although I don't know very well, I can roughly deduce." Back then, when the man sealed the Dragon Yin Sword. It also sealed the evil king's idea, and after the sealed idea passed through the years, the power of cultivation was distributed around these villages, so that these disciples had the power of their own cultivation when they cultivated. Until you break this seal, he has been fully awakened, so he wants to regain the power of his cultivation, those breaths, which he deserves. ”

Shiraishi realized. Before he could speak, he heard the woman in green continue: "But the power of this mind can only stay in the true realm forever, and they don't have the body of the deity. Can't get past the Gate of Enchantment......"

The words of the woman in green made Bai Shi's body stunned, and she said, "Can't pass through the gate of the enchantment?

Before, Shiraishi saw the time when East Chenzi and North Chenzi were fighting. Liliang, who didn't use his own soul, at that time, Shiraishi even wondered if Dong Chenzi didn't have his own cultivation soul. Then when he left, Dong Chenzi said that he couldn't go.

Now, after combining the words of the woman in green, he suddenly felt that there was indeed something wrong with Dong Chenzi: "Uncle Dong Chenzi, isn't he also a power of thought?"

"I don't know, I just think he's a lot like an old man, but it's definitely not that old man. The woman in green said.

Bai Shi's brows furrowed even tighter, it was not because of doubt, but more of curiosity, and said, "Who is the old man you are talking about?"

"The one who sealed the Dragon Yin Sword back then. But Dong Chenzi is by no means him. It's just a little familiar. The woman in green had memories in her eyes.

Sighing lightly, Bai Shi did not continue to ask, after walking out of consciousness, he slowly opened his eyes, looked ahead, the path to the next day, and muttered: "It seems that there are some things that really have to be verified by yourself." The master is not in the Daochen True Realm, and the Evil King is not in the Daochen True Realm, where did they go?"

The figure flashed, and in the deep groan, according to the instructions on the map, galloped away.

Ten days have passed in the blink of an eye, and in these ten days, Shiraishi has never stopped. It wasn't until the dawn of the eleventh day that his eyes fell on the earth, and he saw the river on the earth at this moment, and the willow tree on the side of the river, and the old man who was fishing under the willow tree, and a simple wooden house not far behind the old man.

The wooden house had no door, it was open on all sides, with some wooden seats in the middle, and the roof was made of lawn, and a sign hung on the wooden pillar supporting the lawn, so that Shiraishi could not see what was written on it because of the distance.

A few people were sitting under the hut, staring into the distance, not knowing where to look. He held a cup in his hand, but he didn't taste it for a long time. Looking at that posture, it should be worried or concerned about something.

There, it should be a humble inn.

Shiraishi's figure flashed, and he immediately fell from the sky to the ground. He was going to the inn, to have a cup of tea, to wonder what the men were staring at, to ask if the road ahead was the way to the next day.

The ground was full of dirt, but there was no dust splashing. It was as if the dirt road had been trampled into blocks by people who came and went. It seems that it has not rained here for a long time, so the dirt road here has dried up.

The temperature in the early morning was not too high, and Baishi's eleven days of galloping made him clearly know that he was probably hundreds of millions of miles away from the Daochen Mountain Range. But here is still surrounded by mountain peaks, green trees hurrying, rivers shuttling, gurgling sounds, but I can see that the river does not cause too many waves, only the small boat, when it paddles in the river, ripples.

A wisp of green smoke rises from the mountain, and when it slowly rises into the air, it seems to be welcoming the dawn of the morning. There are pedestrians walking by on the road, carrying hoes on their shoulders, as if they are working in the fields when the morning sun comes.

They didn't have the slightest curiosity because of Baishi's appearance, only after that bland glance, they left separately.

The old man who was fishing under the willow tree did not notice Shiraishi's arrival, and his posture seemed to have been maintained for a day and a night, or even longer......

There was a busy boy in the humble inn, with a towel on his shoulder and a hat on his head. The hat was woven from silk cloth, and although it may not seem obvious, the workmanship was very delicate. At the moment, he was holding a teapot in his hand, and the teapot was still emitting heat, as if he had just been taken off the stove.

The whole picture is picturesque.

Shiraishi didn't have any coins on him, but there were a lot of medicinal herbs in the storage bag. He walked into the humble inn, and the few people sitting in the inn at the moment also seemed to ignore his existence, until Shiraishi opened his mouth and said: "Boss, I don't have any money on me, can you sit here and drink some tea casually to quench your thirst." I'd be willing to replace it with something else, like... medicinal herbs and the like. ”

This sentence ushered in the attention of those people, and these people looked at Baishi, and saw that Baishi looked like a dusty man, and there was indeed nothing special. In particular, Shiraishi's words made them cast a strange gaze.

"Brother, this is your first time here, right?"

Just as the white stone was deadlocked, a man leaning on a wooden pillar suddenly spoke.

This person is holding a teacup in his hand, looking straight ahead, wearing a white plain robe, his black hair hangs down on his shoulders, but he is carrying a sword on his back, this sword looks extremely ordinary, but if you feel it carefully, it is not difficult to find that this sword exudes a trace of breath.

Even from the induction of this breath, Shiraishi knew that this person was a monk, but a monk who was too void.

After a moment's stalemate, Shiraishi said, "Yes, it's my first time here. ”

Hearing this, the man turned around slowly, looking very leisurely.

This man looked about forty years old, with well-defined outlines, eyebrows like swords, and eyes like ink. There were some beards on his chin, and when those mustaches made people look like them, they knew that he didn't have time to shave, but deliberately left them.

Although it seems to be plain, it is just that his appearance is outstanding, but at the moment when this person turns around, he can vaguely see the chic between his eyebrows.

"There's no charge for this inn, so you don't have to worry about that. ”

The middle-aged man put down the teacup in his hand, and after the words fell, he looked at Baishi squarely.

Baishi didn't show the slightest aura of cultivation, so outsiders couldn't feel it, and when they saw him, they felt that he was an ordinary passerby.

At this time, the innkeeper handed over a cup, which contained some hot tea, and when he handed it to Shiraishi with a smile, he was speechless, but his expression should be to let Shiraishi drink tea. This man is a mute.

Shiraishi smiled and nodded, thanked him, took the teacup, and suddenly sighed. But then I saw the middle-aged man again, leaning against the wooden pillar, and his eyes were cast towards his wish.

Deliberately walking over, Bai Shi felt that this middle-aged man was not a difficult person to deal with, and he might know something from his mouth, so he said: "This brother, I see that you are staring ahead, and I don't know what is curious about you ahead. ”

The middle-aged man didn't look back at Shiraishi, nor did he answer Shiraishi's words directly, but said, "Where are you going when you come here?"

Baishi didn't hide it at all, and said: "This way, I just want to go to the next day, is this the way to the next day?"

Hearing this, the middle-aged man suddenly turned his head, and after looking Baishi up and down, he seemed to be interested. (To be continued......)