take care of yourself

Even if Ying Yige racked his brains to please the lion in Jianghe Pavilion and save his life, he was never as embarrassed as he is today, but now he can only swallow his anger, he followed Ying Yao awkwardly, bowed his head He bent down and walked close to the street corner for a while, and finally couldn't hold back and cast a blocking spell on his nose.

It doesn't matter if the monk doesn't breathe for a day or two. Ying Yao looked back at him, feeling that with ordinary eyesight he couldn't tell whether he was panting or not, so he didn't demand too much from him, but slowed down a little so that he could follow come up.

He had seen that the streets of mortals who had been tortured by Xiaoyao fans to the point of being skinny had been cleaned up, and even the broken straw mats in the corners and the handprints on the walls had disappeared. Ying Yao glanced there to record the environment, and then pretended to be tired. The porter sat cross-legged on the uninhabited ground, dug in his arms for a while, took out the pretzels he packed before leaving the door from his mustard ring, and gnawed on them.

Foundation Establishment monks can already start to try Bigu, Jindan monks don’t eat or drink for three months, and Nascent Soul monks don’t eat or drink for three years, but they still have to eat occasionally, but the higher the cultivation level, the more sensitive the five senses are, and the more sensitive to the taste of food. It is demanding, but you can still use the blocking spell to close the five senses and force yourself to eat.

However, as the cultivation level increases, the stomach strength increases and the requirements for the raw materials of the food are also higher. Therefore, food cultivation that can make the raw materials exert their effects as much as possible is an indispensable member of the monks. Ying Yige glanced at Ying Yao Holding pretzels that he himself found hard to swallow, he felt admiration for his unfamiliar uncle for the first time.

Ying Yao casually drew a magic circle to isolate the sound, and asked while eating: "What do you think is the difference between the traditional practice of Ruthless Dao and the current one?"

Compared with the ruthless Taoist monks he has come into contact with who uphold the present law, Ying Yige seems to have never looked for love and then cut it off. Even if he instigated Zhuo Yuanshan to take him into captivity as his own substitute, it seemed that it was purely for himself. He is not involved with Zhuo Yuanshan, but if he follows the old method, he lacks the mind of a monk in the old method, so he looks nondescript.

Ying Yao asked casually, not expecting Ying Yige to tell him anything, he gnawed on the bread and compared the appearance of two street corners at different times in his memory, then pretended to pat the oil on his hands, and stuffed the oil paper bag back into his pocket Here, he pulled down the magic circle and stood up, ready to move on.

"I practiced this method before," Ying Yige said dully, "it just happens that I don't need to deceive myself."

Ying Yao was puzzled for a moment, but he suddenly understood: "Ying Xiao used you to kill relatives, and you also used him to kill relatives; Zhuo Yuanshan used you to kill love, and you also used him to kill love." After a while, he clicked his tongue again, "You ruthless monks are so troublesome."

Ying Yige retorted: "Uncle, look at what you're doing before talking about me. Is it troublesome for you kind-hearted monks who are merciful?"

Ying Yao didn't respond to his ridicule, Ying Yige was silent for a while, and instead smiled wryly: "Most of the ruthless Taoist monks who uphold the present law believe in success and failure, and they are all selfish people like me, and we can't blame God for it." The road is cut off, and the neighbors in the four realms turn against each other."

He didn't say this like in the past, Jiu Sujian snorted, and asked Ying Yao: "It is said that you will wake up when you die, is it true?"

Ying Yao couldn't help but pinch his sword, which was turned into a pole shape: "I don't know, maybe this is what he said, or maybe he told me that on purpose," he jokingly said to himself, "After all, I'm an old woman Sword repair."

Ying Yao asked: "Neighbors in the four realms have turned against each other? What do you know?"

Ying Yige had already gotten used to the porter's walking posture, he quickened his pace to keep up with Ying Yao, and denied it flatly: "I guessed randomly."

Ying Yao didn't know what he was afraid of, but he didn't ask much. He took the firewood to a place, unloaded the bamboo basket and waited for the wages, while pretending to sigh: "So much firewood, the old man is exhausted! It must be the monk who bought it." So much firewood... Hey, nephew, tell me, what is the life of a monk like a fairy?"

He learned to speak very vividly, and there was still phlegm in the "hey" of the sigh. Ying Yige looked at him in a daze, unable to understand what he meant.

Jiusujian cheered and said: "It must be the day to burn a firewood and throw a fire!"

In response, Haruka touched his beloved sword, and then looked for another job to carry the burden back to the other side of the city with a sad face-he had to send back the bamboo baskets that were sent over to hold the firewood.

Ying Yige ran with him like this for two days, and Ying Yao sighed with him from time to time how good the life of a big man should be, and speculated wildly with a porter's imagination. .

It wasn't until the next night, when Ying Yao pretended to be dragging his tired legs, coughed and supported his waist, and took him with difficulty to squeeze into the common bunk in the shanty, that he was suddenly stopped by two foundation-building monks, did he understand that Ying Yao should Haruka's intention of acting this way.

Assuming Xiaoyao fans didn't fall into the hands of mortals by accident, those people are on other people's territory, and every city has mortal officials, and if there are any differences in casualties, they can also be reported to the monks. Jiang Heting's power is not long or short. This kind of matter has to be taken care of, so he can't be as unscrupulous as Zhuo Yuanshan was at the beginning, and must cover up.

Then the mortals who choose to take Xiaoyao powder must be helpless poor people, the kind who don't care about life or death, and have an opportunity to be coaxed. Get those people's attention.

The two foundation-building monks stopped him, one of them asked him gently why he was always feeling emotional, and the other with a playful smile taunted his companion for being a bad guy, and the two of them sang and handed out a small packet of Xiaoyao powder, which Yingyao took over gratefully , carefully put it into his arms, and took Ying Yige back to the shanty quickly.

There is no private space in the shed, Ying Yige watched him occupy the corner and huddled up, opened the paper bag with trembling hands to reveal the white powder inside, looked at him for a while with almost devout eyes, then looked at Ying Yige again, showing hesitation and fierce eyes.

Ying Yige dazed for a moment, then noticed that he had replaced the paper bag in his hand with phantom grass, and stammered, "Uncle, Uncle, you eat, I'll keep it for you."

"Why is it so troublesome?" He secretly said to Ying Yao through voice transmission, "Those people are hiding and hiding, and their strength must not be as good as others. Since uncle has found people, just follow them straight to the door. Why waste time continuing to do this camouflage?"

Ying Yao threw the Xiaoyao powder transformed from the grass picked on the road into his mouth and chewed, and said in the same voice transmission: "It's easy to kill, but hard to save." He paused and asked, "You have been a mortal with me for two days, Do you feel anything?"

Ying Yige was silent for a moment, and asked him back: "I know that there are two ways of 'Changzhi' and 'Joining the World' in the Tao of sentient beings, but you have practiced for thousands of years, why is it that mortals have no progress?"

He glanced at Ying Yao, asked himself and answered: "Because mortals and monks are completely different. The things that monks can get at their fingertips are things that mortals can't see in their lifetime. If mortals don't know that there are monks, they may be able to develop steadily. But with monks as role models, we should think about how to reach the sky in one step. The way of the world is like this, the way of heaven is like this, and a few monks who are sentient Tao can’t be saved.”

Jiu Sujian asked Ying Yao in a low voice: "Is this his way? It seems to make sense."

Ying Yao responded with a song and said, "I know."

Ying Yige smiled hastily: "Cultivators of the ruthless way often cut off kinship, love, friendship, master-student, same-door relationship, and so on. It’s all about looking far away, in my opinion, it’s enough to cut off one fate.” He looked at Ying Yao, “I want to cut off the fate, but since I’m not human, how can I feel after being a mortal for a few days.”

Ying Yao was noncommittal: "Since there is no disturbance in the mind of Dao, why do you say such a series of cover-ups."

He raised his head and glanced at Ying Yige, not intending to ask him what he was thinking of, but turned around pretending to be immersed in the ecstasy brought by Xiaoyao fans, and let out a ho ho laugh.