Mysterious world, I can change my destiny

Chapter 148 Ghosts come back from the shell, the dead return to life, the rules of heaven and earth that cannot be violated

"It's no wonder that the scattered people who have no heels are almost hard to compare with the true biography of the big sect."

Ji Yuan sighed in his heart, this meal of dog meat hot pot took about half an hour.

During the period, the killing monk would patiently answer all kinds of questions raised by him.

It can be said that there is nothing to say, nothing to say.

In addition, this skinny old monk with an unattractive appearance actually has extremely high vision.

During the conversation, they often hit the nail on the head.

Let Ji Yuan seem to be enlightened, and his conscious knowledge has greatly increased.

The key points that were not clearly understood at first, after some guidance, there is a sudden sense of seeing the sun behind the clouds.

"Master's answering questions today has benefited me a lot. I really don't know how to thank you."

Ji Yuan ate and drank enough, wiped his mouth, smiled and said some polite words.

"Then worship the old monk as a teacher and become the old monk's apprentice.

What you have learned all over the body can be taught to all. "

The life-killing monk climbed up the pole and took the lead directly.

"Uh...according to what the master said, my energy and blood are like boiling water, and my lifespan is greatly consumed.

Destined to die young, it is not known whether he will live to be 30. "

After Ji Yuan rinsed his mouth with tea, he smiled lightly and said:

"Accept me as a closed disciple, isn't the master afraid that white-haired people will send black-haired people?"

The life-killing monk touched his shiny bald head with burnt scars, shook his head and said:
"My old monk has already been ordained, so why bother me?

Besides, as long as you are brave and diligent,
Before the age of 30, be promoted to the innate master and break the shackles of life.

The disease of premature aging can be cured without medicine. "

Ji Yuan twitched, thinking how many innate masters are there in the world?
It is even rarer to reach the fifth stage before the age of 30.

Zong Pingnan and Tan Wenying on the list of mountains and rivers are already considered to be extremely talented and destined to be extraordinary.

It was probably after the age of 40 that he began to hit the pinnacle of martial arts.

It can be seen that the difficulty of the master and the high achievement.

But now it is said to the killing monk, like Chinese cabbage in the field by the roadside, you can pick up two at will.

"I believe in myself because of the Emperor's Dao Map, as well as my hard work and perseverance.

Combining the two, the future can be expected.

But where does the killing monk get his confidence?

Just because I know how to play machine?Copy a few Buddhist verses? "

Ji Yuan slandered in his heart, but on the surface he asked with a smile:
"Dare to ask Master, do you bring any money?"

Holding a broken bowl, the emaciated old monk didn't understand what he meant, and replied honestly:

"I don't have any vulgar things on me."

As expected, Ji Yuan took out a few taels of silver and threw it on the table, and said lightly:
"That's it. I invite the master to this meal, and I should repay the kindness of the guidance.

After all, there's no such thing as freeloading, right? "

The life-killing monk was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly and said:
"What a trick! But you're right!
It's just that you may not know it,
In the past, many people swept the streets and knelt down to welcome them,

As a teacher, I have never given half of the attention, let alone preaching.

According to my old monk's advice, one hundred thousand tons of dog meat can't be exchanged. "

Ji Yuan sneered in his heart, the old monk always spoke half-truths and half-false words, so it was difficult to tell the difference.

Sweeping the streets and kneeling to greet them, what kind of pomp is this?
Even if the head teachers of the six true traditions go down the mountain, it's nothing more than that.

The two walked out of the dog meat restaurant, it was almost dusk.

Ji Yuan and the killing monk entered the inner city and came to a house in Qinglongqu, Datongfang.

A pair of three-person-high stone dragon horses are placed at the gate, and the word "Jifu" is written on the plaque.

The pen is strong, penetrating three points, and has the taste of a famous artist who is splashing ink.

The three vermilion doors are all open, and there are young servants in bright clothes standing on both sides.

It looks like a wealthy family.

"Luo and Zhen are quite reliable in their work."

Ji Yuan looked him over, looking quite satisfied.

This house, without ten thousand taels of silver, I'm afraid it won't work out.

After calculating his own property, he couldn't help but feel a little distressed.

It's really spending money like running water, and after getting rich, you will be poor again.

"This old slave has seen Lord Baihu.

This is the title deed of the house, and there is another certificate.

Mr. Luo has prepared everything, and is waiting for the adults to come back to receive it. "

Ji Yuan stepped up the steps, but was not stopped by his servants. An old butler with gray hair rushed over and said respectfully:

"Besides, servants, guards, grooms, cooks, maids...these are all dispatched by the eldest lady from the Yu family."

Ji Yuan took the stack of house deeds, land deeds, and deeds of sale, glanced at them briefly, and didn't pay much attention.

Nor is he the kind of rich man who likes to hug and be served by others.

Moving to a new house or buying a house is nothing more than seeking a foothold covered by tiles.

Continue to stay in the dilapidated courtyard of Nanmen Hutong, not to mention living in people, it is difficult to raise horses.

Ji Yuan casually put away the deed papers, as if thinking of something, he frowned and asked:

"By the way, I originally had a soul bottle at home. Did you put it away when I moved?"

The old housekeeper thought for a moment without any impression, hesitatingly said:

"Mr. Luo said he wanted to surprise the adults of Baihu. When he moved in, he only brought the memorial tablet and the shrine to enshrine in the backyard.

The rest... didn't clean up much. "

This is a more euphemistic way of saying it.

The original Ji Yuan, except for his parents' tablets,
As well as the official robe and waist knife, where are there other valuable things?
It is not an exaggeration to say that the family is destitute.

"But this thing?"

The life-killing monk suddenly took out something from his sleeve and said softly:
"After you rushed to Wannian County, the old man put it away."

Ji Yuan was startled, old man An is a ghost.

It stayed with the life-killing monk for several days, shouldn't it be saved?

"We've already had lunch, and you don't have to work, let alone call a bunch of people over.

Ask someone to take this master to rest in the wing, and take care of the Huleibao, don't wrong it, this beast has a big temper. "

Ji Yuan gave a few simple instructions and went straight to the main room.

As the old butler walks through the corridors and aisles, you can see the flowing water cups along the way, and the rockery is hidden.

Looking up, there are layers of pavilions, terraces and pavilions, giving people a sense of tranquility and tranquility in the deep courtyard.

It can be seen that this big house is really not cheap.

"My lord, do you want to take a shower and change clothes? I'll ask the servant girl to come over..."

The old housekeeper opened the main room, and the room was spacious and bright.

Bookcases as high as several people, large cases carved with dragons and pythons, brush holders like a forest, several precious inkstones of different sizes, and an incense burner with a copper crane mouth next to it spits out smoke.

As soon as it should be displayed, all of them show a strong sense of wealth and the fragrance of books.

"Back off, I'm a little tired."

Ji Yuan didn't ask a maid to serve him, so he took off his belt by himself.

Remove the embroidered spring knife and take off the white python flying fish suit.

Dressed in a moon white tunic, she sat on the bed and gently shook the soul bottle.

Streams of strong Yin energy suddenly radiated and transformed into the form of An Shanren.

"Jiuye! I can't live through this day!"

Old man An shrank in the corner, howled dryly, as if he had been greatly wronged.

"The old monk chanted and recited scriptures to the little old man every night. It was really a sharp pain like a steel knife scraping the bone... I almost couldn't see you!"

"These days...you have really suffered."

Ji Yuan couldn't help laughing, this old man An is a ghost.

The qi and blood of the killing monk and the Buddha's breath are inherently restraining ghosts and strange creatures.

One person and one ghost next to each other is like turning over in a frying pan to take a bath, it's hard to endure.

"But it's not without benefits. I can see that your ghost form is obviously much more solid than before, and it's a bit less chilly. It's already stronger than that paper man."

After Ji Yuan condensed his yin veins, his five senses were greatly improved.

The wings of insects and flies within dozens of steps can be heard.

His eyes are even sharper, like arrows.

It almost has the strange ability to see the small as the big, and make the empty room white.

He scanned An Shanren's ghost, and immediately noticed the change.

Before that, it was like a dense fog, which was blown away by the wind.

Now it is like mixing mud and water, and it is more viscous and firmer.

"Then the little old man misunderstood good people and didn't know what is good or bad?

Oh, you should slap your mouth, you should slap your mouth! "

An Shanren froze for a moment, showing guilt.

He had secretly cursed that master as a thief and a vulture before.

"He is an eminent monk with a measure like the sea and a heart like a mountain. He doesn't care about these trivial matters."

Ji Yuan comforted casually, and then asked:
"Old man An, let me ask you, can a ghost like you, who cannot enter reincarnation, take possession of his body?"

He thought of Gu Hongzi and Yu Donglai, the so-called secret method of returning yang seems to be nothing unusual.

It's nothing more than abandoning the skin and turning into a ghost to occupy the body of others.

"I can't do it... how can this be done!

No matter how weak a living person is, he always has a breath of yang energy in his mouth,
It's okay to take two puffs, but if you attach to the body, the ghost will be washed away immediately. "

An Shanren shook his head like a rattle.

"What about the uncorrupted corpse that has just died?"

Ji Yuan asked again.

"It won't work, ghosts can't enter the yang world, this is the rule of heaven and earth.

Even if he got into someone else's body, when the scorching sun of Xihuang's incarnation shone, his form and spirit would be disintegrated.

Moreover, the soul does not disperse, the ghost does not live, even if the corpse is occupied, the dead will always be a dead person, without yang energy. "

An Shanren replied with a frown.

"It's not that I didn't have delusional thoughts before, and I didn't want to be the ghost of a ghost, but I never saw anyone succeed.

The separation of yin and yang is not just an old saying, but more like... some kind of iron rule that must be followed,

Yes, just like Jing Lu, if he breaks the law, he will definitely be beheaded. "

Ji Yuan's eyes fluctuated, thinking in his heart.

Since the rules are like a mountain, they are in front of you.

It is impossible for Gu Hongzi and Yu Donglai to break through.

So, they found other ways to bypass this layer?
Ghosts use their shells to practice cultivation, the dead return to life, and there is also a magic formula for longevity...

Ji Yuan frowned, he had learned some fragmentary words from Gu Hongzi and Yu Donglai.

It seems that there is a remnant of the world named Tian Yunzi who created this secret method to deceive the sky and cross the sea.

What is the picture?

Ji Yuan knew too little to give an answer.

Based on his intuition, he thinks that these seemingly unrelated clues, Yinhun and Yanghu, seem to be connected together to point to the terrifying truth behind it.

"You are only in the second realm of Tongmai, how can you have the qualifications to intervene in the open and secret struggles between the central court and the remnants of the Jianghu?"

Ji Yuan suddenly laughed at himself, he couldn't hold back the habit of his previous life, and unconsciously inferred and analyzed deeply.

Take An Shanren back into the soul bottle, lie back on the bed and close his eyes to rest, his mind is drawn to the map of the emperor's way of heaven.

Reflecting on his own body, the fourteen lives shine brightly.

One purple, eight green and five white, the aura is extremely strong.

"Eliminate [Chaoshen], Rubbing Killing Monk's [Dragon Elephant Vigor]."

(End of this chapter)