What would a normal Mahayana casual cultivator do before crossing the catastrophe

As soon as these words came out, Qinan felt that Jianjun Jianhong's body was a little stiff, and he said after a while: "No need."

Qinan observed the snake face of Jianjun Yuhong for a while, and finally gave up the stupid idea of ​​trying to see the expression from it.He thought for a while, and said, "Then let's take a look at the information in this library separately, maybe we can find some missing stories in this annals."

Most of the books in this book collection pavilion are the gossip or manuscripts of some ancestors, but as a family with monks in the integration stage, there are really very few cultivation secrets here.

Qinan closed the "Fox Demon" in his hand, and pulled his hair impatiently.

What is all this, how come even the words of ordinary people are mixed in.This place is actually not a library, but a pile of sundries, right?

He walked around this floor twice more, and finally decided to go downstairs to find Lord Jianhong.

In this library, books that seemed to be useful and had more information were taken away.But since it will do so, it proves that there is indeed a problem.

It seems that the specific matters may have to be clichéd directly from the population of the Yang clan.

While thinking, Qinan walked towards the direction where he sensed Yu Hong's location. After bypassing the last bookshelf, his breath suddenly stopped.

Under the dim light of the Chang Mingzhu, Jianjun Yihong's slender silhouette holding a book and reading with his eyes downcast was coated with a hazy golden edge.His nose bridge was straight, and the outline of his chin was extremely perfect, even if it was only a shadowy outline, it could still fascinate people.

Yuan Hong sensed Qinan's arrival and raised his head to look at Qinan.

Qinan stared at him for a few seconds, took out the picture jade slip in front of everyone, and recorded the scene, and then said bluntly under Yuhong's puzzled eyes: "You are so beautiful, I can't help it."

Hearing this, Yao Hong's slender eyelashes trembled slightly, as if floating gold flowed under the misty light around him.He handed the thin book in his hand to Qinan. Seeing this, Qinan raised his eyebrows slightly, took the book and glanced at it.

"Anecdotal Records of Lingwu Country Customs".

Just looking at the name, one can tell who must have written the nonsense, and the title of the book clearly tells readers that these things are not very credible.But since Mr. Yi Hongjian would pick out this book, there must be something special about it.

Qinan turned the pages of the book and looked at it for a while, and found that the person who wrote the book seemed to be very serious.It is clearly an anecdote, but this person insists on determining the time of some events to a specific date, and next to some events will mark a statement such as this is the author's speculation.

...It's kind of interesting.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Yu Hong for confirmation.

Yao Hong said in a low voice: "This book is probably written by one of the narrators of "Puyang"."

Qinan's eyes widened slightly.

Yihong looked at him and explained: "This ancient book did not mark the author's name, perhaps it was left here for this reason. But it was written about 400 years ago, and compared with the handwriting of "Puyang" at that time , and one of them can be consistent with it."

Speaking of this, Jun Hongjian paused for a moment, then stepped up to Qinan's side, and reached out to turn the pages of the book to one of the chapters.

Its title is: "The legend of the 2-year immortality of the ancestors of the Mahayana period"

Qinan's pupils shrank suddenly.

The lifespan limit of monks in the Mahayana period in the source world is 1 years, and this number is true for any race.Perhaps some monks with extraordinary talents or other adventures can delay this time to ten thousand and hundreds of years.

But in any case, 2 years is too outrageous, unless this Mahayana period is actually disguised by the source environment, otherwise it is absolutely impossible.

"Four to 600 years ago, select the part about high-ranking monks," said Yi Hong. "There are about [-] volumes that meet the requirements, and then contact Yang's opinion on the strength of the soul..."

Qinan faintly felt creepy.

He heard Yu Hong's voice become a bit depressed: "...There are two possibilities."

"One, the legend is false. It is the monks behind the Lingwu royal family who are retaliating. He was lured away by the Puyang family. After returning, he learned that Lingwu was exterminated, so he found the current Yang family and imprisoned him here and slowly killed him. Then The first fit period may be his 'gatekeeper'."

"Second, if the legend is true, then this Mahayana must be a habitual offender—in the name of avenging the Puyang Clan, he asked the Puyang Clan's high-level officials to voluntarily sacrifice their souls, and after that, gradually captured the Puyang Clan who had lost their leader, turning them into Became a 'lamb' to graze on its own."

Qinan's voice was a little dry, with a bad feeling: "Then he wants Puyang's soul to be..."

Yi Hong looked down at the title, and said in a deep voice, "Making 'soul membrane'."

Jinan clenched his fists violently.

The lifespan of all creatures in the source world is affected by two aspects, one is the body, and the other is the soul.

The body of the monks will stop aging at the peak of the fusion period, and will remain in the peak state forever - but their souls will still be separated in the source spirit tide, and they will not truly obtain eternal life until they reach the source state.

However, the probability of falling from crossing the catastrophe is too high for casual cultivators, and not every cultivator has the courage to fight to the death.

Driven by the desire to survive, some monks who did not have the ability to join the sect took an evil path.

—they set their sights on the only time when the soul is not dissociated, that is, the period from the conception of the child to adulthood.

The reproduction of life is the greatest miracle in the source world.

And the only condition to achieve this miracle is the "soul fetal membrane" brought out from the mother's body.

This layer of soul membranes actually did not appear out of thin air, but the parents of young children distributed their souls to their children, protecting their offspring from growing up safely at their own expense.

However, when a child's soul is not complete, they only need to separate a little soul to protect it; but for a Mahayana monk with a complete and powerful soul, it is necessary to use hundreds of millions of times, or even billions of times. To fill in the price.

It is conceivable how insane things monks who continue their lives with this method have to do.

Qinan gritted her teeth, took a deep breath and tried to calm down, and said calmly, "This is just a guess, not necessarily true."

Yi Hong looked at him quietly and said, "I also hope it's not true."

Qinan handed the book back to Yu Hong, watched him put it back in its original place, and tried to smile nonchalantly: "Okay, let's go back, and tomorrow I'll go talk to the Yang family."

Yu Hong nodded, and slowly turned himself back into a black snake, coiling himself on Qinan's shoulder.

Qinan led him out of the Zangshu Pavilion, restored the broken defensive array to its original state, erased the illusion array he had drawn, and returned to the courtyard arranged for him by "Second Brother" as quietly as when he came.

"I don't know when the 'master' mentioned in the fusion period will appear." Qinan frowned and said, "In case it takes a few months...you haven't returned to Huangtian Sword Gate, is it okay?"

Yi Hong shook his head: "My father volunteered to handle official duties while I was away."

Qinan was a little absent-minded at the moment, and asked casually: "Why is he treating you so well this time? Didn't he always push the business to you before?"

Yi Hong looked at him silently.

After two seconds, Qinan came to his senses.

Under Yu Hong's gaze, he thought to himself with a guilty conscience: Could it be because he ran away?

Could it be that...

The old father's sympathy for his lovelorn son?