Infinite Sims

Chapter 81

Quiet room.

In the still spacious space, there is only one monk, one futon, and one long stick.

The monk sat cross-legged on the futon, his hands folded in front of his chest and his eyes closed, and his long stick was in his bent arms.

"Zhou Tian runs for two full hours. This is the difference in talent."

Inside the Fire Stick, Jiang Ren focused his attention on the monk whom he named the No. [-] Tool Man.

Dharma name Wuchen, a monk of Gushan Temple, was crowned the chief disciple when he was only ten years old.

For seven consecutive years, no one could shake him, and at the age of 17 this year, he practiced in seclusion for several months, broke through to the innate realm, and became the fastest-advanced innate disciple in the history of Gushan Temple.

The above is the information collected by Jiang Ren in the past few days.

It has to be said that the investment of these fifty points of fate is not an ordinary value.

If the identity investment in life should be reflected in the family and parents, then the life of the weapon should be reflected in the tool person.

In the last life, although the No. [-] tool man was not weak, at least he was superior to most martial artists.

But compared with the current tool number two, which has a large temple as its backing, has broken through to the innate realm at the age of seventeen, and can use up two hours every time he cultivates, it is not a little worse.

"Although my cultivation speed is faster than in the previous life, it is still much slower than in the Pool of Flames."

Jiang Ren observed the soul power that he was recovering. It only took a few minutes in the pool of flames, but now the time has been extended several times.

After three years of high-speed recovery, once it dropped, I was really not used to it.

"Fortunately, the surrounding environment is no longer the same, so I won't be too bored to drive myself crazy."

"And the previous accumulation in the Pool of Flames is enough. Coupled with the training in the past few days, the body is still a little short of being able to fill up with the energy. This time, I may be able to gain new abilities."

Jiang Ren calmed down and thought silently.

Each time the body of the weapon is filled up, the efficiency of converting the power of the soul into the energy of the weapon will be higher, but correspondingly, it will be more difficult to fill up the next time.

Just like the level in the game.

The higher the level, the more experience can be obtained in the same time, but the experience required to upgrade also increases exponentially, so the higher the level, the slower the upgrade speed.

"It has been filled nine times in three years, and this time it will be the tenth time."

Seeing that the power of the soul was fully recovered, Jiang Ren immediately plunged into cultivation.

These nine times, he has obtained the four abilities of strengthening, recovery, transmission, and seed explosion, which are exactly the same as in the previous life.

After that, he never gained any more abilities, but he faintly felt that this tenth time might be the time to acquire new abilities.

In fact, Jiang Ren thought about it the sixth time.

After all, six is ​​a very auspicious number, and many things are closely related, and the next seventh, eighth, and ninth are no exception.

Unfortunately, it is one thing to think, but one thing to do.

But people, always create a sense of expectation for themselves, so as not to be completely lost in the boring life.

"Although strictly speaking, I am just a weapon and a stick, but at least my soul is still human."

Jiang Ren thought in his heart, but the practice did not stop, filling in the last piece of energy.

A slight sound like the breaking of a glass bottle came from the sound of a stick.

Although the sound was small, it instantly awakened Wuchen, who was in a state of cultivation.

Wuchen blinked his eyes in confusion, looked at the fire stick in his hand, and seemed to be thinking about why a stick would make such a strange sound.

Jiang Ren didn't notice the changes in Wuchen, because this time he really gained a new ability.

Perception.

The ability to communicate with the outside world.

But the perception ability consumes not the power of the device, but the power of the soul, which is increasing very slowly. In his current state, he can't communicate with the outside world, and can only use some special media.

"medium?"

Jiang Ren looked at a certain part of his body, where there was an extremely weak consciousness.

Through it, is it possible to communicate with Wuchen?

He turned his attention to the outside world and found that although Wuchen was still sitting cross-legged with his hands folded, his eyes were still on himself because of the voice just now.

"Try it."

Jiang Ren restrained his mind, touched his consciousness with the power of his soul, and activated his perception ability.

"Yeah, yeah..."

A baby-like voice sounded in Wuchen's mind.

Wuchen looked startled and stood up abruptly.

The innate qi burst out from the inside out, emitting a rapid airflow, which instantly lifted the futon.

"Yeah?"

Wuchen looked suspiciously at the closed doors and windows around him, and finally turned his attention to the flame stick in his hand, thinking of the strange voice just now, and asked cautiously: "This stick donor, the voice just now was Did you send it out?"

No, not me, you heard wrong!

At this moment, Jiang Ren had the urge to cover his face.

Perception is useful, and it is indeed a joyful thing, but what does "yaya" mean?Can you be any more childish?

Moreover, why can I only make this sound?
Jiang Ren was a little depressed. After trying it just now, he found that he could not control the fluctuation and size of the sound, and could only make a fixed sound.

How is this different from making the body vibrate with the ability to transmit?
Perhaps the biggest advantage is that it consumes very little, and it is completely possible to "yaya" for more than ten minutes in a row.

"Stick donor?"

Wuchen touched his bare head and said to himself, "Could it be that the little monk had hallucinations just now?"

Forget it, naive is naive.

Although the time was short, Jiang Ren had already figured it out and decided to put all his shame aside. After all, no one except himself would have thought that behind such a childish voice was a big-footed man.

"Yeah~"

The voice resounded in Wuchen's mind again.

"I have hallucinations again?"

Wuchen was puzzled for a moment, and then turned his eyes on the stick of flames: "The benefactor of the stick, is that you?"

Stick donor?
Jiang Ren always felt that this title seemed a bit strange, but he still made a sound again.

"Amitabha!"

Wuchen stood with his left hand in front of his chest, and after reciting the Buddha's name, his expression was slightly excited: "It turned out to be really a stick donor, I once read in an ancient book that everything in the world has spirituality, and those with strong spirituality can even be used by the outside world. Communication, but most people will never meet one in their entire life.”

After a pause, he said again: "I never thought that the little monk would be so lucky to meet you, the benefactor of the stick."

"Yeah~"

Jiang Ren was a little helpless and a little sad.

He vaguely saw that his integrity was cracked.

from this day.

The monks in Gushan Temple often see their chief disciple, whether walking, eating, meditating, reciting scriptures, or cultivating, carrying a black stick with him and talking to the stick with a smile from time to time.

Many disciples who were just starting out thought that this was a new cultivation method.

This also led many monks of the older generation to find that the disciples of the younger generation were carrying long sticks, wooden fish and other things with them, and from time to time they talked to themselves in a wretched manner, almost causing trouble.

Finally, with the presence of several old monks, this trend was stopped.

"Donor stick, we are practicing here today."

On the edge of the cliff at the back of the temple, Wuchen said to Jiang Ren, then sat down with his legs crossed, and practiced meditation in the mist and strong wind.

Jiang Ren did not respond.

Although he can make a sound now, he will not make a sound unless necessary.

"Spar, go to the temple."

Jiang Ren looked at the clouds not far away.

These days, after some complicated operations, I used my perception ability and learned from Wuchen about the information about the spar that was thrown into the Pool of Flames.

It is said that the spar was given by the Shang Temple behind Gushan Temple.

The number is extremely rare and extremely precious. The annual share is only enough to maintain the pool of flames. Even the chief disciple, Wuchen, cannot get it. This also dispels Jiang Ren's idea of ​​using spar to speed up his cultivation.

"If the Gushan Temple with more than a dozen innate masters can be called the Shang Temple, wouldn't it be the sect of the practice world?"

Jiang Ren had some vague guesses. After all, relying solely on the power of the world, he didn't believe that he could get his current body.

It's a pity that the tool people don't know much about the temple.

However, Jiang Ren felt that Wuchen would get the information about the temple sooner or later.

After all, he is the chief disciple of Gushan Temple, and he is also the most talented disciple since the temple was founded.

And as long as Wuchen knows, then he can know too.

"It's not too short of time. As a stick, I can wait for decades. If there is no life limit, it is not impossible to wait for a hundred years."

Jiang Ren calmed down and threw himself into practice.

In the dense green forest behind the cliff, two people looked at Wuchen from a distance.

One was an abbot, and the other was an old monk in gray robes.

"With the aptitude of the dust-free realm, now it is enough to worship the temple and practice the supreme Buddha Dharma. What are you thinking about, Junior Brother?"

The gray-robed old monk looked at the abbot and said lightly.

The abbot slowly shook his head: "Wuchen entered this temple at a very young age, with a pure and good nature, and a strong Buddhist heart, but without a lot of hardships, his mind is still far from the conditions for going to the temple."

The gray-robed old monk was stunned: "The condition you said is..."

"It's the Buddha!"

The abbot's voice was a little enthusiastic: "With Wuchen's talent, as long as you walk through the world to train your mind, slay the seven emotions and eliminate the six desires, you can become a Buddha as soon as you enter the temple, and even that person will not be able to compare with Wuchen."

The gray-robed old monk's face changed slightly: "The person you are talking about, shouldn't you be referring to that witch?"

The abbot nodded and said, "Apart from the demon girl who killed [-] ordinary people with magic techniques for personal vendettas, who else has talent that we can remember in the past [-] years?"

The gray-robed old monk turned his head, glanced at Wuchen in the distance, and asked, "In this case, what method are you going to use to let Wuchen start the road of cultivating the mind of the world."

"He'll come to me by himself."

A smile appeared on the abbot's face.

At the beginning, he volunteered to be transferred from the temple because of a small chance, and now he is only one step away from success.

(End of this chapter)