: The waves are calm

Author: Lazy

: The waves are calm

As soon as Hou Chi jumped into the Forgetful River, he immediately felt countless resentful souls full of resentful souls, rolling waves and storm; the river that cannot be seen on the outside is actually a river of resentful souls, so where is there a real river?

The so-called waves are actually just rolling resentment.

There are a hundred people, and there are all kinds of strange things. Even if most people are willing to take the path of forgetting the past and reincarnation, there are still some mature souls who are unwilling to forget the past and unwilling to become another person. They would rather not be reincarnated than to look at their relatives under the bridge.

Like Xiang Zhiwen's group of souls, they are more knowledgeable groups. They are unwilling to accept it and believe that only by working hard can the reality be changed, so they will never compromise and make concessions even if they don't see hope.

There are also some souls, who are also unwilling to forget the past, but they cannot muster up the courage to resist, so they have this method.

In order to see you again in the next life, you can not drink Mengpo soup, you have to jump into the Forgetful River and wait for thousands of years before you can be reincarnated. In a thousand years, you may see the person you love most in this life, but your words cannot be communicated. You can see her, but she cannot see you.

In the past thousand years, I saw her {he} walking through Naihe Bridge over and over again, drinking bowls of Mengpo soup, hoping that she would not drink it, and I was afraid that she would not be able to bear the pain of the thousand years of suffering in the Forget River and the loneliness of waiting.

If your thoughts are not destroyed after a thousand years, you can still remember the events in your previous life, and you can re-enter the world and find the person you loved the most in your previous life.

It takes a hundred years to cross the same boat, and a thousand years to sleep together. This thousand years refers to this; but the cost of doing so is too great. How many people can really persevere?

Meng Po let him come down, which means that he can temper his spirit by touching the past emotions of these resentful souls.

Spiritual power is different from other types of power. It is not purely a superposition of power, but also a fusion with the mind. Otherwise, it cannot be called one's true spiritual power.

Most people don’t have a deep understanding of this, because the growth of spiritual power is always accompanied by the time of experience events. If it increases naturally, there will be no awkward feeling. However, if it jumps up in some way, there will be obvious inconsistency.

Since Hou Chi came out of the cauldron space, the level of sword light differentiation has not been able to be improved simultaneously with mental power. The final gathering of one sword always lacks the feeling of unity of mind and spirit. The most critical issue is here.

His spiritual power increased too quickly and was no longer in line with his mind. As a result, all these things have endless troubles.

To put it lightly, the flying sword movement cannot achieve the best effect; in the long run, such mental dissonance will prevent his mental power from further improving, or even improving his realm.

When a monk practices, he is not afraid of being slow, but is afraid of standing.

Meng Po could see his problem at a glance. His eyesight and insight were very impressive, and the solution he gave was also very real, which was to experience a person's life, life and death cycle, and those heroic ordinary human emotions in the Forgetful River.

In this regard, he still lacks precipitation; he could have been solved slowly through time, but now he doesn't have much time.

Thirty years later, you will be attacked by the Nascent Soul. If the spiritual power cannot be integrated with the sublimation of the soul, becoming an infant is a joke.

Cassia and Lao Du also achieved a leap of spiritual power, but they disappeared after these days. This is the reason; the foundation of the Taoist sect in the upper realm is where they are very clear about what stages should be done, and there are similar ways to resolve it, but he failed.

Fortunately, he had his chance, and in the underworld, the ancestor's legacy helped him again.

Hu La Soup is nothing special, just a bowl is more numb and spicy than a bowl. In the eyes of real advanced practitioners, practice is not something that can be solved by eating and drinking, it is just a way to relieve loneliness.

...The underworld did not change differently because of the entry of monks in the world. In fact, everyone who came in knew that this was not a place where they could be presumptuous.

Some people practice this way, while others just regard it as a different scenery. It is enough to see and feel it.

Tan Xiao turned through the eighteenth floor hell, but he didn't find Hou Zi or Xiang Feizhu. He had nothing to do in the underworld. He felt a little bored, and he didn't force himself and stopped after he was over.

After putting the yang energy in his body out, the Book of Life and Death felt a foreign object invading the underworld. The space shook and popped him out of the space.

Looking around, there were only a few people. It seemed that most of them were more calm than him.

Some of the people who came out left by themselves. In the history of Yinzhu Cave Heaven, there has been no situation where someone is hurt inside, so there is no need to stay and wait.

But Tan Xiao is different. He has to wait for that guy to come out, otherwise he will be afraid that he will not be able to intercept him.

A few days later, Xiang Feizhu also withdrew from the cave, and then one after another, the monks who entered successively withdrew. For various reasons, some were pure boredom, purposeful achievement, and some could not persist.

"Why haven't Senior Brother Hou come out yet? It's been two months since the whole underworld is empty, and he's the only one left. I heard someone coming out later say that the underworld is as quiet as usual, and there seems to be no special change."

Tan Xiao gritted his teeth, "Who knows? This person is like this. No matter where he is, it makes people feel uneasy! Fortunately, it is the underworld and cannot be stolen, otherwise I would think this guy might be having some bad intentions."

"Nothing will happen, will there be any accident?" Xiang Feizhu was still a little worried.

Tan Xiao shook his head, "Impossible, the underworld is not a cave without a master. There are ten palaces of Yama, and there are also things like the life and death book. What other waves can his small golden elixir make?"

Xiang Feizhu didn't quite agree, "Didn't you offend the ghost man before? What if you happen to meet him? Besides, when did Senior Brother Hou follow common sense?"

Tan Xiao snorted, "Then wait. It's better to fall in it, so you can save the trouble of being bull-headed and horse-faced. Just go on the roller coaster entertainment... Junior sister, go back first, there's no need for both of you to wait here, just like waiting for a big man, it's too eye-catching."

Xiang Feizhu knew that the two of them had some sneaky things to do and didn't want to interfere. She didn't like to cause trouble, so she returned alone, leaving Tan Xiao here and Qionglin Daomen to be silly, and her life was very unhappy.

Several months passed like this. As the Ten Thousand Demons Conference approached, Tan Xiao felt uneasy in his heart, a glimmer of light flashed on the Jingtai, and Hou Qi walked out of it.

"You guy almost missed the matter. Are you fascinated by a female ghost in the underworld?"

Hou Chi smiled, "Haha, I just took a shower in the Wangchuan River. Time will be better, and nothing will be delayed."

(End of this chapter)
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