Chapter 141: The strings pluck the wind and the sound of the murderous intent is surrounded by the river (Part 1)

After a dozen corpses turned into bloody fragments, a large body suddenly fell down softly in the field, and everything stopped. The corpse turned into a cold dead object, and fell there and stopped attacking people. Black blood flowed out from the seven orifices of the craftsman sitting in the stone formation, and even had a bit of hideous look on his painful face - he had stopped breathing.

If I retreated for hundreds of years, the young man named Gan Jiang would probably become the most famous and outstanding wizard in his hometown. But now everything is over, and I die in a foreign country at a young age. While vomiting, I was crying. I had already reached the rocks on the mountainside in the distance and saw all this happening. I couldn't see Gan Jiang Jiang's figure in the rocky beach, but I could feel that the power completely disappeared in an instant, and I also understood that his life had disappeared.

The wind and sand in the sky stopped, and it stopped very suddenly, just like someone suddenly cut off a switch. The world became clean, and the sun had risen at some point, and the hot sunlight shone on the white Gobi Desert. It was sometimes not a good thing to have a good vision. I could see the mess on the beach from afar and couldn't help but start vomiting. Not only me, but most of the surviving people in the distance were vomiting.

I followed the corpse, and no one noticed that there was another "corpse" that escaped from the hidden route to the mountain. I did not leave because I carried the spirit lock ring. I didn't believe that the practitioner Fu Jie could be more sensitive than the masters like Qiye and Living Buddha. I also wanted to take advantage of the chaos to find another opportunity to rescue the marshal, but I found that the practitioner who practiced the off-site was indeed above me, so I did not have the magical power to tear the corpse from such a distance! I rushed back to die, and the marshal died in vain. He exchanged his life for my chance to escape from the siege.

His eyes swept across the crowd and the corpses, and six people stood on the other side of the distance. One person stood in front, five lines lined up in the back. It was too far away, and I couldn't see his face clearly. He was still a middle-aged man - was he Fu Jie? The group of people standing still were obviously all practitioners, maybe Fu Jie and his disciples.

I can't understand why the other party's master has such great magical powers, so why didn't he take action directly at the beginning? At least fifty or sixty armed personnel died under his command. Although it is safer and safer to make these people rush forward, is the lives of these people so indifferent in his eyes?

I have even more difficult questions to understand. How could such a list be stolen? The guardianship of places that should have been strictly guarded was so relaxed that the insiders could easily succeed. Why did the superiors send us here? I admit that all of our children are very skilled and have special abilities that can be chosen from thousands of miles away. But what does it mean to face such an opponent when carrying out such a task? Has anyone ever thought about it for us? The one who pays the price of life for the failure of the task is the craftsman, but who is the real responsibility?

The task assigned to me above has ended, but I made a decision - my own task has begun. I want to kill Fu Jie! Not only because this is the entrusted craftsman before his death, but also for the first time I remembered the responsibility of being a practitioner. In my introductory ceremony, Feng Junzi once told me the precepts of practicing. Finally, he mentioned that if someone violates these three precepts and harms sentient beings, the practitioners in the world have the obligation to drown them together. At that time, I didn't quite understand. Today, when I saw Fu Jie, I understood, and I was talking about this kind of person. All the dead here died not only because of him, but also for him.

So I didn't leave and stayed on the edge of this Gobi Desert. With the ring of the spirit lock, as long as I don't get close to you, I won't be afraid of being discovered by him. I must figure out the background of this Fu Ke, otherwise it will be difficult to find him once I leave here. With someone like him in the cultivation world, it will be a disaster to the world. And the list in his hands is also a big hidden danger.

The spirit-locking ring can lock the fluctuations of the spirit and energy around the body, and the essence is restrained and not leaked. Wearing it can escape the spiritual search of the masters of cultivation. But the use of this thing is not omnipotent, and it cannot hide its movements. The body and footsteps are still the same as usual. So I can only carefully use my ear magic power to collect information on the outer edge of the abandoned city. I don’t understand what they say, and occasionally some speak Chinese, but I can’t understand the key points. I only stayed here for a day because Fu Jie and three disciples left here and set off, and I followed far behind.

I didn't have much information to piece together this day. There were more than 100 people in this "base" and were severely damaged by our trouble. Fu Jie seemed to be going to somewhere else to mobilize his strength, or to avoid the limelight. They rode their horses at sunrise the next day, looking to the southeast, which was the direction of China's border line. When they disappeared on the horizon, I followed the trail far behind.

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The pedestrians fight with the wind and sand, and the princess's pipa is full of resentment. The wild clouds are thousands of miles away without a city wall, and the rain and snow are connected to the desert. The ancient poems describe the scenery of the northwest are exactly what I saw in my eyes. I followed Fu Jie's whereabouts for two days and two nights and entered Xinjiang, China. The weather outside the border in December was already cold at night, and snowflakes were falling from the sky. Fu Jie and others lit a bonfire. I sat quietly behind a deserted hill in the distance - practicing the "Impure View" I learned from Mr. Zhang two years ago.

I felt that I was not very good the other day, and I felt an indescribable irritability and disgust. I always seemed to see the broken bodies of the land on the Gobi Desert, the internal organs and broken limbs scattered. I had never killed anyone, but I had never seen so many people killing and being killed! Cruelty and blood were not too much thought about it at the time, but afterwards, I lingered me like a nightmare. I avoided the "demonic realm heavenly tribulation" in the alchemy, and did not learn any magic to remove the inner demons. When bloody and terrifying scenes always appeared in front of my eyes, I always felt that my body was covered with dirty blood and fragments of the corpse, and it even penetrated with my body. At this time, I remembered the method "The View of Impurity of Water and Fire" that I had practiced briefly two years ago.

Yesterday at noon, when Fu Jie and others were resting to avoid the scorching sun, I also sat down in the distance to practice the "Water View Impurity". Since I couldn't help but think about it, then visualize its filth and unbearable to the extreme, and then visualize the nine heavens to the clear stream, washing all of this. This method of observation is really magical. After practicing the exercise, my heart calmed down. Perhaps only after seeing what is dirty blood can I truly find a pure state of mind and then protect it well. The water view Impurity makes me no longer feel unbearable and my body becomes relaxed. No matter what way I return to dust, the ending is the same, and even the dust and yellow sand are the same. Only in the mind there is a cool state that transcends its outside. It is called "Wuqi"!

At this time, the cold at midnight was biting, and even my body, the Golden Dragon Lock Jade Pillar, could not help but tremble. I did not light a bonfire, but I led out a fire in my visualization - practicing "Fire Conception Impurity". The raging flames in the realm of concentration burned everything, and all the flying ashes were dispersed and only a piece of light fell. The scattered internal organs and bones, the wails and blood stains everywhere were gone, and the fire was still burning but there was no shape of the flame. Nothing could be hidden, and it was refined to the realm of nothingness. It was called "no obstacle".

This is the first method I practiced when I was studying Taoism. I just came after Xinzhai. Feng Junzi said that this skill only requires practice for ten days, and if I fail to achieve ten days, I don’t have to practice it again. Shang Yunfei said that this skill can only be practiced for at least ten days, and you can only gain something after ten days. Their words are completely opposite, but they are all right! If a person cannot reach the state of self-purity and self-evident visualization in a meditation sitting, it only means that his temperament is so unforgettable. Learning the concept of impurity will only feel more dirty and unbearable, and he will never get the power of his mind. But if he has entered this sect, he will know the wonder of cleaning the body and mind, and when the state is deeper, he will have a deeper experience.

A method seems simple, but it can reach a profound level that cannot be touched before depending on your realm. This is what I felt after two years of practicing the impurity view of the mind after entering the fetal movement state after the alchemy path. That night, I finally clearly understood what the real "mind power" is. It is not simply using the mind to control objects, nor is it an abstract self-will. It is a clear and endogenous spiritual power, just like your fists and feet can fight against external objects. The spiritual world is also powerful, it can fight, purify external demons, and maintain a pure self. Some people also call it "the heart of the inner saint". Tracking the way of Fu Jie is also of great benefit to my practice.

The state of concentration in practicing the conception of impurity is not too deep, and I can still remain alert and can detect the changes around me at any time. But what I don’t know is that when a raging flame is ignited during visualization, the ring of the spirit lock in my hand emits a blue and white light in the darkness, as if it can’t lock the fluctuations of my spirit around me. Fu Jie, in the distance, suddenly moved his mind, stood up and looked around for a long time, and searched with his spiritual sense but found nothing. But he always felt a little uneasy, and he called his subordinates to get up and leave this place overnight. As soon as he left, I also found out, and immediately retreated from the state of concentration and continued to follow far behind.

After entering the border, someone answered. Yesterday afternoon, Fuhui changed his horse and took an off-road jeep. There were no roads in the grassland, Gobi, and desert, and there were roads everywhere. Fuhui seemed to be familiar with the terrain and drove all the way. Fortunately, the speed in the desert could not be as fast as on the expressway. My magic trick could still keep up with it at the fastest speed.

That afternoon, Fu Jie and others arrived at another deserted city on the Gobi Desert. From a distance, there was a broken wall made of loess in the Gobi Desert, and a pale yellow color was not growing. From the terrain, this is a small willow-shaped island surrounded by two dried ancient rivers, and there is a deep and wide erosion canyon on one side.

This ancient city is located on a huge loess platform more than 30 meters high next to the canyon. It is about one thousand meters long from north to south and about three hundred meters wide from east to west. There is a long street about three hundred meters long from north to south and about ten meters wide. The tallest and only brick building at the northern end of the long street is a temple. The tall and thick earthen walls on both sides of the street have no gateway to the street. Most of the houses in the city are underground and half on the ground, built for rammed earth. This ancient city of waste city has many pottery tiles, with traces of burning fire, and some walls and soil even formed into glazed shapes. I didn't know at that time that this was the famous Jiaohe Ancient City, not far from Turpan City, Xinjiang.

At that time, the border tour and adventure craze were far from beginning. Most of the time, it was a dead city, especially in the evening. Fu Jie actually regarded it as a stronghold for secret activities, which was a national key cultural relics protection unit. Dozens of people had gathered in the ancient city, and they were dressed in different styles, saying things I couldn't understand. Occasionally, someone said a few words in Chinese, and I heard words like "Welcome the Holy Lord". Fu Jie actually went to such a place to start a preaching and preaching, gathering people to call him gods! And these people came from Turpan more than ten kilometers away.

Fu Jie sat on a dirt platform in front of the temple. Someone served red wine and fragrant roasted pork on a silver plate. He ate as if no one was around. A charming woman wearing a sandy top exposed her navel stood beside him and carefully cut meat and added wine to him... I quietly moved through the city, trying not to make any noise, climbed to the roof of the temple ruins, and quietly lying there. I didn't understand his background along the way, and now I finally had a little look.

Fu Jie had enough food and drink, and waved his hand to let someone remove the silver plate. Another graceful alien woman brought clean water to him to clean his hands. At this time, the sun had set and the sky was dark. Fu Jie walked to the main entrance of the temple, the center of the end of the long street. People were quiet, sat down neatly in front of him, and shouted something I couldn't understand in unison. Fu Jie waved his hand, and everyone stopped making a sound, and then he heard him speak loudly alone. He was very excited when he spoke, and his gestures and expression were also very inflammatory. Unfortunately, I don't know what he was saying. Every time he spoke for a while, he stopped and waited for everyone to shout slogans before continuing.
Chapter completed!