this growth

"So, you are all living?" Zhu Ji raised an eyebrow and asked.

Then, he saw that the eyes of the people in the room began to wander, eating melon seeds and drinking water and so on, but they just didn't look at him.

Du Nan became nervous again.

It was Meng Po who sighed, sat on the long chair, and said to them: "Now, the old woman is the only living person in this village."

After finishing speaking, she took another cup of tea from the table and drank it, while the person drinking water and tea behind her glanced timidly in their direction, wondering what to do for a while.

"So, so most of the people in this room are still ghosts—" Stuttering, Du Nan looked at the people in the room and said.

Po Meng said: "If you say that the dead are ghosts, then you are right to say so, but we call it that way."

"We call this form a spirit."

"Spirit?" Du Nan was taken aback.

Nodding, Meng Po went on to say: "The spirit not only exists in the dead, but also in the living. For example, what you experienced during the day today is that the spirit is out of the body. Do you remember the feeling at that time? That is, you can see your body. Your body is still alive, but you feel that you are not in your body, your body has closed eyes, but it does not prevent you from seeing."

"Let's put it this way, the you that is free from the body is the spirit, regardless of whether your body is dead or alive."

Du Nan was stunned.

On the contrary, after listening to her words, Zhu Ji said thoughtfully: "Listen... it's a bit like divine consciousness. The so-called Yuanying, according to my current understanding, is actually to create a touch of divine consciousness. Isn't there a stage in cultivating immortals called out?" At that stage, Fang began to practice directing this wisp of spiritual consciousness to dissociate from the body, and distraction is to make this wisp of spiritual consciousness stronger, and the physical and spiritual consciousness are cultivated at the same time, so that the speed of cultivation can be further improved. The later stage is more difficult and the speed is slower. This is a trick invented by ancient immortals to speed up the speed of advancement before the end of life. And immortals who have cultivated good spiritual consciousness can even die in the body. You can take other people's bodies and continue to practice..."

Zhu Ji is a pragmatist. If he wants to make alchemy, he reads all the books on alchemy and medicine in the classics library. If he wants to achieve the Tao, he also reads all the books on the stage of cultivation in the classics library that are open. Before he fell into a coma, even though his cultivation was not high, he knew about each stage that would follow, and he actually had a plan in his mind, about when he would advance to the next stage... Zhu Ji but Please make it all clear.

But also because he is too pragmatic, he does not read as many miscellaneous books as Du Nan.

Du Nan also suddenly remembered a book.

"Speaking of spirits, there is also Huangquan... I once saw a book called "Huangquan Lingxiu Technique" in the corner of the classics library. This book has an introduction to the Underworld, so I just read the whole book, and I didn’t quite understand it at the time, but now that I think about it, could it be that this book has something to do with this place?”

""Huangquan Lingxiu"? Was it written by Shibi Sanren?" But she didn't want to. Granny Meng, who heard Zhu Ji's previous statement that she hadn't responded to her spiritual sense, jumped up when she heard Du Nan's words. , Jumping straight to the chair where he was sitting, he was as tall as Du Nan!

"Let me think about it..." Closing his eyes, Du Nan recalled it carefully, then nodded after a while: "It seems to be true."

"The author's name on the book cover is only three words 'Bisanren'. Now that I think about it, it might be worn out?" He asked uncertainly.

"That's me!" Before Du Nan finished speaking, a man next to him suddenly jumped out excitedly.

He grabbed a handful of melon seeds in one hand, with a few skins of melon seeds on his mouth, and a few patches on his bunt. This appearance is no different from that of ordinary villagers. However, if you take a closer look at him, you will find that this person is really good-looking. If the melon seed skins on the face are removed, it really looks like a fairy.

"Um, you are the Sanren of Shibi..." Like Dun Yi, Du Nan also respected people who read books, so he subconsciously used the honorific title.

"It's Ben Sanren!" Sensing the respect in Du Nan's tone, Shibi Sanren was very stinky, and happily grabbed a handful of melon seeds from the table to Du Nan, and greeted him warmly: "Eat, this is Lao Tang's fried rice!" The melon seeds are the most delicious in the world, very fragrant!"

Under his expectant gaze, Du Nan had no choice but to peel a melon seed and eat it. After eating it, he was a little taken aback: It's really delicious.

Then, the home of the conversation changed, and the person chatting with Du Nan became Shibi Sanren.

"Is that book popular?" He fed melon seeds to Du Nan, and stuffed him with peanuts. After a long detour, Shibisan finally articulated his problem.

"Uh..." Du Nan didn't say it, but his expression could already explain everything.

"Why?!" Shibi Sanren looked terrified.

"Because...it's useless, isn't it?" Du Nan said honestly, "Because it says that you need to use a kind of herbal soup as a primer, and with this soup, you can exercise according to the method mentioned in the book, but it doesn't say What kind of herbal soup is it?"

Speaking of this, Du Nan suddenly felt as if he knew what kind of herbal soup it was.

"Ah—" Shibi Sanren clapped his hands suddenly, and the melon seeds in his hands fell to the ground: "I remembered something again."

"I divided this book into two volumes. The first volume was kept in the village, and the second volume was distributed outside."

Turning his head, he explained to the people next to him: "Because this kind of medicinal herb is originally a special product near the village, and there are no other places. Talking about it will only increase troubles, and it might even bring trouble to the village, so I simply don't publish it." .”

Du Nan: ...

However, he found that after Shibi Sanren said that he remembered something, his body seemed to be more condensed.

"You are blessed. The white flower soup you drink every day is the herbal soup that is necessary for practicing kung fu. Now the first half of the book I wrote is in the village, and you have the second half. The upper and lower volumes are combined into one. You If you two continue to practice hard, no matter what your aptitude is, this spiritual consciousness will definitely come up through cultivation, and if the spiritual consciousness is strong, the more you will benefit later, you will thank me." Speaking of this, Shibi Sanren hurriedly asked: "By the way, do you remember the contents of the second half of my book? I have completely forgotten it myself."

"If you recall it carefully, you should be able to recall it." After a while, Du Nan replied.

"That's good! That's good! Go back and write it silently, and let me read the book I wrote back then. Hey, after so many years, I can't remember how to write many words. I can still write them back then." The book is written, let me take a good look at it..."

Du Nan... what can Du Nan say?He can only continue to eat melon seeds.

Because the melon seeds tasted really good, he even divided half of the melon seeds in his palm to Zhu Ji who was next to him.

"So, except for Mrs. Meng, all of you here are spirits?" Taking the melon seeds, Zhu Ji didn't eat the melon seeds with his mouth like others, but squeezed them with his fingers. His fingers were really dexterous, with his thumb and index finger light With a light pinch, the melon seeds split apart precisely from both sides, exposing the white and complete melon seeds inside.

He only tasted a few, and he saved up all the rest, and put them into Du Nan's palm after saving enough for a small amount, asking Du Nan to eat.

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It's really a habit. Everyone in Tuer Village eats melon seeds with their mouths, and Du Nan is no exception. It's just that Zhu Zixuan said that if you eat melon seeds with your mouth too much, your teeth will be knocked out, which is not good-looking, so Zhu Ji has practiced the skill of knocking melon seeds with his fingers, and he has been used to taking care of Du Nan since he was a child. He has long been used to leaving half of the peeled melon seeds for Du Nan to eat.

"That's right." Granny Meng nodded, "Because of this weed, our village has always been easy to gather spirits, and we have always had the habit of living in harmony with spirits in our village." Granny Meng said: "The deceased Dear ones, if there are enough scorpions in his coffin, he will come home and have a look at it on the night of resurgence."

Speaking of this, Granny Meng paused for a moment: "This is very convenient. Many old people die suddenly, and they die before they have time to talk about their private money. With this school grass, at least they can come back and explain their funeral Give it a go, it's good."

Du Nan & Zhu Ji: ... the psychological quality of the people in your village must be excellent.

"This grass can not be planted, it can only grow by itself, and this grass has spirituality, this time it grows here, if it is picked, it may not grow here next time, it can only be wild, and it can only rely on your own eyesight pick."

"However, one thing is for sure, that is, this grass can only grow in our village, and it will not grow in any other places."

"Because of this, a lot of people outside say that our Hongtiao Village is the closest to the underworld, and some people come to our village to look for deceased relatives and friends... Well, this guy is here to look for the dead master." Saying, Granny Meng pointed to the Shibi Sanren next to her.

"It's not that my master hasn't come back for a long time. I'm afraid that the old man is gone, so I want to go to Huangquan to look for it." Shibi Sanren said embarrassedly.

"Yellow Spring?" Zhu Ji suddenly heard the key words: "Could it be that this is the Underworld Realm? Legend has it that the Underworld Realm is the closest to the underworld. But this is obviously Hongji Village..."

Granny Meng pursed her lips: "It's probably the same as you. I misread it, or I just don't know these two words, so I mispronounced them."

Du Nan & Zhu Ji: ...

The two looked at each other, feeling a little excited to know where they are now, and then—"But this is not the world of hell." Po Meng said as if she knew what they were thinking.

"How do you say that?" Zhu Ji asked immediately.

"This happened a long, long time ago." Holding the tea, Meng Po looked towards the direction of the roof: "At that time I was a little girl, playing with my friends at the entrance of the village. Dazuo, and then a pair of big hands grabbed us from the sky."

"At first I thought that the big hand was here to grab us, but who knew that the big hand was grabbing the entire village and the land below it. When we woke up again, the village came to a strange place, which is here .”

"Although more than half of the houses in the village are there, the outside of the village is different from before. We know that this is a completely different place."

After finishing speaking, Granny Meng took another sip of tea and stared straight ahead with her eyes covered by eyelids, as if she saw that afternoon many years ago.