This Damned Thirst for Survival

The matter of Qi Ye's absence of the spirit body, Liao Si soon knew.

After he knew it, he rushed to Chi You, the anger in his tone could not be concealed, his face was slightly distorted, "Master, Qi Ye is my body, why did you pull out his spirit body!"

After pulling out the spirit body, Qi Ye is a useless person, and has no effect on him!

After Chi You glanced at Liao Si lightly, Liao Si's mind got cold, and he calmed down quickly. He took a deep breath, "Sorry, Master."

"He doesn't fit your choice," Chi You said, "you can continue to choose other people."

Liao Si clenched his fist and was silent for a while, and compromised, "Okay, I'll go and see other people."

He withdrew from the master's room, and when he turned around, he saw Ge Wuchen, covered in blood, walking back weakly from the outside. Ge Wuchen wanted to see the re-image, and Liao Si looked at him up and down, "What did you do?"

"The master sent me to do some things," Ge Wuchen sat down wearily, and he could only come back alive after almost nine deaths. "Why are you here?"

Liao Si couldn't resist the desire to complain, and told Ge Wuchen about Qi Ye. He knew that the owner would know what he was thinking, so he didn't dare to go too far, but he was selling badly. Go to see other people, but where can I find the one that suits my heart so easily?"

Ge Wuchen, "I don't believe you have no backup candidates."

Liao Si winked at him, "Ge Wuchen, you still know me. I do have a backup candidate, and your brother is very good—"

Ge Wuchen looked at him coldly.

Liao Si laughed and coughed again, "Ahem, don't be nervous, I'm just kidding."

"But let alone, the people around Jiang Luo really meet my requirements. The potential is huge, the reputation is not obvious, the background is simple... It's really exciting."

"I advise you not to hit their minds," Ge Wuchen said while looking at the blood on his body, "Jiang Luo is a cruel character who bites and doesn't scream."

Liao Si snorted, "I know. Ge Wuchen, the master is very unusual for Jiang Luo, we'd better avoid it if we can."

Ge Wuchen glanced at his miserable situation again, "...Who is your spare tire?"

Liao's eyes flashed, "With his family."

Jiang Luo stayed at the bottom of the mountain for half a month. The Fate Man seemed to be exactly what he said, and did not force Jiang Luo to go back.

It's just that school is about to start, and Ji Yaozi didn't get down from the mountain.

Jiang Luo and his friends moved back to school. The grass plants in the school were also waiting for a winter without coming. They were instructed by Dean Xu to water the grass piece by piece with water pipes.

A separate vegetable plot was opened in front of the dormitory. I don't know which teacher planted the big white radishes. They secretly plucked a few of them, washed the mud, and gnawed the white radishes while working.

The radish was sweet and spicy, and they were all hungry. Lu Yi went to the canteen to buy a bag of sweet potatoes. Several people piled up the fire to roast the sweet potatoes. The smell called Dean Xu.

Dean Xu loved them very much, and Jiang Luo respected him very much. Before the sweet potatoes were roasted, he chatted with Dean Xu, and the topic of "human beings become gods" gradually attracted the interest of other people.

"'Let down the butcher knife and become a Buddha on the ground" is a metaphor. This is a word to persuade people to be good. The Buddha in it refers to the conversion of Buddhism. But if you want to say that someone has become a Buddha? I have never seen it before," Ge Zhu said, "Let us Doing good deeds is to accumulate virtue, and accumulating virtue is to live a smooth life, and to have a good baby after death. When a person dies, he will be taken away by ghosts, or he will become a ghost. A man is a man, and he can't make it. God's."

Dean Xu listened to Ge Zhu's words, neither nodded nor shook his head, but smiled without saying a word.

Jiang Luo and the others looked at each other and blinked at Lu Lu. Lu Yi received the message and asked boldly, "Dean Xu, is there really no one who can live forever?"

Jiang Luo said that the destined man has lived for more than two hundred years and is not old!

Dean Xu knew why he asked this. He glanced at the children amusedly, shook his head and sighed, "You guys...Forget it, let the old man answer this question for you."

"Have you ever heard the phrase'soul is good and soul is evil'?"

Ge Zhu smiled, "I know. People think that the soul is the thief in the human body. If the soul leaves the body or becomes weak, the soul staying in the body will take the opportunity to collude with evil spirits, ranging from nightmares to failure. Taoist practice is to'refine the three souls', using the yang soul to suppress the evil yin soul, so that the soul will not be allowed to collude with external ghosts to invade oneself, and people can seek longevity."①

Seyol said in confusion: "Why can you live forever if you hold down the soul?"

"Because Po is in charge of the hands, feet, five senses, and our body," Ge Zhu explained patiently, "and the soul is thinking and emotion, something that cannot be touched. The body will gradually age and experience Decay, this is considered to be because the soul is doing evil, which damages the body's functions. But if the soul is used to suppress the soul, the aging of the body can be stopped in theory."

Dean Xu touched his beard, and the old **** was saying, "That's what it means."

"This is possible in theory, but has anyone actually done it?" Jiang Luo looked at Dean Xu, "Can you?"

"If I can, I can still be an old man?" Dean Xu blew his beard and stared, "From before to now, only the Fate has been able to survive for two hundred years."

Jiang Luo smiled, "Do you know that we are talking about fatalists?"

Dean Xu snorted coldly, "Just your little tricks to test me, I will know what **** you are doing. Every one has hardened wings, and I want to investigate the fate. I tell you, you one It’s best to be honest, the destiny is... he is scary! Don’t provoke anyone to provoke him."

Ye Xun said in a low voice: "President, you can tell us more, we won't tell anyone."

"Don't even think about it, I have nothing to tell you more, and I don't know him." Dean Xu pulled the roasted sweet potatoes out of the fire, and specifically spotted Jiang Luo, "You are just a pond. People you like especially, they will definitely not let you go. Although I am dubious about the predictions of the fatalists, he is for the good of the metaphysical circles after all. But I also don’t believe that Chi You would be someone who did that kind of thing... , Think more by yourself, don’t just believe what others say."

Jiang Luo nodded earnestly: "I see."

Dean Xu stood up holding the hot sweet potato and patted Jiang Luo on the head.

"He is a false god, not a god. Judging by its essence, he is still a human being. What people say will be selfish. Since you and Chi You are lovers, give Chi You more trust."

After speaking, Dean Xu walked away slowly.

Jiang Luo looked weird and wanted to laugh or not. Finally, he buried himself in his knees and smiled sullenly.

When he went to bed at night, he lay on the bed, recalling Ge Wuchen's words.

How did the fatalists absorb the power of worship?

Jiang Luo thought a lot, all kinds of things piled up in his mind, and finally fell asleep unknowingly. When he got up and brushed his teeth early the next morning, Yu Guang glanced at the faucet and was suddenly lost.

He stretched out his hand, and the clear water stirred on the back of his hand and splashed around.

He picked up the toothbrush cup and filled it with water. The water dripped in the cup, and finally delivered to his mouth to rinse.

Jiang Luo's movements became slower and slower, and his eyes brightened.

He found a third method independent of Ge Wuchen's two methods!

He hurried to wash up and ran back to the room to calculate the success rate of this method. The more he got more excited, Jiang Luo couldn't sit still in the end.

This method has a 50% success rate, and it either succeeds or fails. But 50% is a lot, enough for Jiang Luo to take a gamble.

Jiang Luo was so excited that he didn't go out for a day. After careful consideration, he decided to surprise him and take the initiative to return to the mountain to find his destiny.

He has a reason to go back.

The Fate had been waiting for him on the top of the mountain. Although he had no action now, Jiang Luo knew that the Fate would never really let him go. The Fate had played such a large circle of chess pieces, not just for Jiang Luo to kill the pool. especially? When Jiang Luo went back actively, he could at least have the initiative, which was better than waiting passively.

What's more, Chi You's last Yuan Dzi is still in the hands of the Fate.

Jiang Luo wanted to kill the Fate, and sooner or later he would meet with the Fate again.

However, the method Jiang Luo came up with was also likely to fail. In order to avoid implicating friends after the failure, Jiang Luo didn't tell anyone. He packed up his things alone, called Bai Qiu, changed into mountaineering clothes and knives the next night, left a note and left the school gate.

In the evening, Baihua University was extremely quiet, and Jiang Luo left the school smoothly. Driving his own second-hand car, all the way to a hidden community in the city center.

At the gate of the community, a beautiful woman wrapped in a down jacket was waiting tremblingly. Seeing Jiang Biao rushing over, "You came pretty fast."

Jiang Luo smiled and said, "Sister Bai Qiu."

Bai Qiu smiled when he saw him, "I'm getting more and more handsome."

Bai Qiu handed the flowers in her hand to Jiang Luo, "I locked this lover flower in the cabinet at the time. I remembered that there was this thing when you called me to ask for it. I thought they had withered long ago. , And when I took it out, it still looked like it was open."

She has a complicated look, and this bunch of red lover flowers that resemble gypsophila is like a monster in her eyes. She was relieved until Jiang Luo took it away.

Jiang Luo smiled, "Thanks, Sister Bai Qiu."

Bai Qiu said, "Don't be polite with me."

Bai Qiu said goodbye to Jiang Luo, and when he turned around, he suddenly remembered something, "By the way, Jiang Luo, do you still sell Ping An Talisman?"

Jiang Luo raised his eyebrows, "Does anyone want to buy?"

"Your name has been circulated throughout the circle, saying that the talisman you wrote is very useful, and people everywhere want to buy your talisman. Someone finds out that I have something to do with you, the way found me," Bai Qiu explained, " The prices offered are also good-looking. If you want to sell, my sister will select candidates for you, and you will definitely not lose out."

People in the entertainment industry.

Jiang Luo thought for a while, "I won't sell it now, and I will contact you when I have an idea."

Bai Qiu nodded, and Jiang Luo watched her leave. After Bai Qiu returned to the community safely, Jiang Luo returned to the car.

He put the lover's flower on the co-pilot. The lover's flower looks like a gypsophila. However, the flower is bright red, which is much more coquettish than the gypsophila. Jiang Luo looked at it with a smile, sniffed the fragrance of flowers in the air, and drove happily to the outskirts.

With this thing, the success rate can be raised one more level.

It takes four to five hours from the city to Lianjia. When Jiang Luo arrives at the destination, the sky is already bright. He plucked the petals of a few lover's flowers and put them in his pocket, and walked up the mountain on foot.

The snow on the mountain has melted. The nascent sun slowly rises from the east, and the golden sun shines all over the mountain. When the sunrise rose high, Jiang Luo climbed to the place of "Wu Su Nian".

No one in Wushu thought that he would come back today, the little boy quickly opened the door for him, and it didn't take long before Ji Yaozi came in a hurry.

Jiang Luo smiled at Ji Yaozi and nodded, and walked forward with him, "Is the fatalist here?"

"He's here," Ji Yaozi looked at him carefully, and said with concern, "You came here overnight? Would you like to sleep again?"

Jiang Luo was full of energy, "Staying up late is nothing for a young man like me. It just so happened that the things under the mountain have been dealt with. I have a little problem with spiritism and I want to ask you about it, so I will hurry up and go up the mountain."

There were children with Wei He Daolong nearby, and Ji Yaozi didn't talk to Jiang Luo about what he couldn't say. He nodded clearly, and naturally shifted the topic to spiritism, "How are you practicing now?"

"Not bad," Jiang Luo said with a smile, "Mu Ling has a destiny with me, so I can practice easily."

Ji Yaozi asked him about the trial again, and while chatting, the two of them saw the Daoist Weihe who was slowly approaching.

"I'm back," Daoist Weihe looked at Jiang Luo with relief, "You have been away for half a month, Ji Yaozi is looking forward to you every day."

Jiang Luo smiled faintly at him, "The disciples thought that after leaving the Heavenly Master's Mansion, you would not let the disciples go up the mountain again."

He was polite and kept silent about Lian Xue's pursuit of him. Dao Wei He took a deep look at him, always feeling a little bit uneasy, "It's your and me to have your friendship with us, you are you, and Feng Li is Feng Li. Even if you and Feng Li sever the relationship between the teacher and the apprentice, I also welcome you here."

Jiang Luo smiled, "Thank you, Mr. Wei He."

Dao Wei He took them to find the fatalist.

The fatalist is staying in the ancestral hall.

The wooden door of the ancestral hall was closed tightly. Daoist Weihe knocked on the door twice. Before responding inside, he opened the door and walked in. He whispered, "You two wait outside first."

Jiang Luo respectfully responded.

Chief Wei He closed the door gently and walked into the inner room.

The smoke in the inner room was misty, the smell of sandalwood was blowing, and the windows were closed tightly, giving it a sense of immortality. On a long black wooden table, the idol was quietly placed in the center. The incense ash accumulates in the incense burner, and three sticks of incense are slowly burning.

In front of the idol, there is a fateful man in white.

Dao Wei He walked behind the Fate, and he whispered: "Fate, Jiang Luo is back."

The fatalist whispered: "I heard his voice."

He turned his head, his white hair fell from his shoulders, the fateful eyebrows were covered with snow, and he sighed indifferently, "I didn't expect him to come back on his own initiative."

Wei He Dao long was taken aback, didn't the fatalists expect that Jiang Luo would come back? Wei Hedao's long brows wrinkled slightly, and he expressed the worry in his heart, "Fate man, does this kid have other ideas?"

The fatalist smiled slightly, "No problem."

He was so calm, Dao Master Wei He was also a little relieved. He thought for a while, Jiang Luo had already soaked the water in Tianbi Lake, and was used by the Fate Man to use the word spirit. In addition, the spiritism only used the wood spirit, and there was no much movement. But there was still a bit of worry, which made Dao Weihe unable to completely relieve his mind, "He didn't even ask me about Lianxue."

Is this child because of Tianbi Chi's role in not taking these things into his heart, or is he too tolerant?

"He asked, you won't feel at ease. He doesn't ask you, but you scratch your ears," the fatalist lighted three incense again, "Lianchun, you don't have to be so nervous."

Wei He Daochang gave a wry smile.

"If you are worried, then let Lian Xue take the juniors not to leave the ancestral house," said Fate. "Jiang Luo didn't kill Lian Xue when he went down the mountain, and he won't deal with Lian Xue in the future. He is a person who values ​​friendship."

Wei Hedao's long lips stretched a few times, "Yes."

Fate and humanity: "Let him come in."

Jiang Luo stepped into the ancestral hall.

As soon as he walked into the inner room, he saw the destiny who was burning incense.

His eyes fell on the little idol from the fatal man, and the smoke was so heavy that he couldn't see the image of the idol clearly.

"Fate," Jiang Luo said actively, "I'm back."

The fatalist inserted the incense into the incense burner and looked back at him, "I didn't expect you to come back so soon."

Jiang Luo said, "I always come early and late, I don't waste time at all."

The fatalist took out a handkerchief and wiped his hands, his eyes were gentle and tolerant, "Did you figure it out?"

Jiang Luo was silent.

The fatalist shook his head helplessly, "Jiang Luo, you don't need to point the tip of the knife at me."

He walked to the side and sat down, as if going to be immortal among the smoke. The light-colored eyes smile faintly, as if looking at a child, "I said, I will not kill. Even if you want to kill me, I won't do anything against you. Jiang Luo, I won't hurt you, you can Trust me more."

After a long while, Jiang Luo said slowly: "I saw the catastrophe you mentioned, and the future of the metaphysical world."

The fatalist looked at him quietly, waiting for his words afterwards.

"My friend..." Jiang Luo turned his face, his teeth clenched, as if forcibly calm, "They will all die in that catastrophe."

The fatalist calmly said: "That hasn't happened yet."

Jiang Luo took a deep breath, his emotions slowly calmed, "Fate man, I still don't believe you. You say you are a false god, then why don't you do it on Chi You personally, and ask me to do it on Chi You?"

"Because I am also in destiny," the destiny said, and suddenly pointed to the Buddha statue, "Do you want to put incense sticks?"

Jiang Luo obediently walked to the Buddha statue.

He drew out the incense, and put it on the floor properly. He looked up at the idol without a trace.

The facial features of the **** are blurred, but the eyebrows are gentle, and he is merciful and generous as if he loves the world.

It gave Jiang Luo a vaguely familiar feeling, Jiang Luo's heart moved, "This idol... is it you?"

The fatalist nodded and said: "Yes."

Jiang Luo said, "That's how the worship you received came from?"

"Yes, it's not," said the fatalist in a hurry, "it's not that simple."

Jiang Luo looked at the idol in amazement and admiration, "This is amazing."

The fatalist smiled faintly.

He left the Yin-Yang ring to Jiang Luo, which was originally the first temptation. Jiang Luo took the risk of his death to untie the Yin-Yang ring, one showed his determination to become stronger, and the other was that his relationship with Chi You had reached the point where he needed to use the Yin-Yang ring to fight against each other. Such Jiang Luo could not resist the temptation to become stronger.

Fate people appreciate such people. Jiang Luo dared to question the false gods, it means that he has the determination to challenge the false gods.

Jiang Luo kept the deity's appearance firmly in his heart before walking to the fateful man and sitting down. He was obviously in a posture to have a long conversation. There was no water in the teapot halfway, and Jiang Luo took the initiative to pour the water in the teapot again.

The kitchen was not far away, and it didn't take long for Jiang Luo to come back and forth. Seeing that the top of the teapot was a little wet, the fatalist asked casually: "Why is it so wet?"

"There is some dust on the teapot, I wiped it with a damp cloth," Jiang Luo said, "There is also a layer of dust in the kitchen. It is not good to use wood to burn the fire, and the dust is flying everywhere."

"That's it," said Fate and Human, "but those of us who are not young are still used to firewood and water."

Jiang Luo filled him with a glass of water and asked softly: "Then how old are you?"

The fatalist thought for a moment, "I don't remember how many years it has been."

He stretched out his hand to take the water offered by Jiang Luo, and as soon as he touched the glass, his thirst arose. When I looked down, the water in the cup was crystal clear, slightly swaying, and the ripples were sweet. I saw that my **** was slightly dry. The fatalist took a sip and smiled suddenly, "This water seems to be wrong."

Jiang Luo smiled steadily, "What's wrong?"

The Fate Man took another sip, closed his eyes, and carefully distinguished what was wrong, "The paper ash that fits in... the petals of the lover's flower..."

"Yes," Jiang Luo admitted cleanly, "you are all right."

The fatal man's cheeks rose slightly red, and the effect of the medicine had already taken effect, but his hand holding the teacup was steady. He closed his eyes, put the teacup on the table, "looking" towards Jiang Luo, and asked curiously: "Why did you use this thing for me?"

"I don't want to use this thing for you either. But my purpose is too big. If I rely on my own strength, I am afraid it is not enough." Jiang Luo smiled deeper, "In order to be foolproof, I have to do both. But you can rest assured, Fate, you, as a person of my ancestors, I absolutely have no idea about you in that respect."

The fatalist accurately captured the most important words and repeated: "Purpose?"

Jiang Luo couldn't help but laugh, and the conversation turned, "Under the mountain, I heard that you were once drugged, and Tianshi Feng is your son."

The Fate Man's complexion remained the same, except for the reddish face, he still looked like a ruthless immortal.

"Unexpectedly, false gods can also use Chinese medicine," Jiang Luo sighed, "but it gave me an idea. I don't know if other medicines are useful for you, but this medicine is different. I used to have some coincidences. I have used Hexingfushui for a very powerful evil spirit. A ghost as powerful as he is controlled by the medicine for fifteen minutes. It must be placed on your body for at least fifteen minutes."

Chi You will be affected by the water mixed with Hefu and Lover Flower. He is the future winner and the absolute protagonist in the book. Of course, other people who are inferior to him will also be affected, even the fatalist.

The fatalist sits calmly, his breathing starts to heat up.

He has guessed who the "powerful evil spirit" is.

The strange dryness rises from the internal organs, strange and strange. Although the fatalist didn't look at Jiang Luo, his ears heard all the movements. There seems to be the rubbing of paper and pen, Jiang Luo is writing?

Soon, the sound of footsteps came in front of the fatalist.

Jiang Luo smiled quickly, his voice was very cold, as cold as he was about to turn into a dagger to kill the fate, "Fate, open your eyes."

His voice sounded like a natural sound in the ears of the fate. The Fate Man sensed that he was emotionally wrong, but he couldn't control it. He reluctantly opened his eyes and looked at Jiang Luo.

The black-haired youth stood in front of him, looking at him condescendingly. That beautiful face was cold and frosty, so that the fatalist clearly understood that Jiang Luo's method had nothing to do with love and jokes, he was only to achieve his own goals.

But even so, a love that made him feel strange arose in the heart of the fatalist.

He is weak in nature, and as a false god, it is the first time he feels a preference for a human being.

Jiang Luo said, "First, give me the last Yuan Dzi Bead."

The fatalist paused, helplessly getting heavier. He smiled gently, still took out a transparent bead from his body and handed it to Jiang Luo.

Jiang Luo collected the Yuan Dzi beads and continued: "Second, look at these three words."

The fatalist subconsciously looked at the note in his hand.

The Qi from Jiang Luo's body was madly extracted, and the character spirit came into play.

The pupils of the Fate Man suddenly shrank, and a bad warning sounded frantically in his heart. He stared at these three words, and in his ear, it was Jiang Luo's unceremonious command tone.

He said: "Fate man, enshrine me."