Merit turns into spiritual energy, rolling through the body.

Zhang Qingyun left the suburbs as quickly as possible, came to the fields, and found a place to sit cross-legged.

The zhenqi inside the body is boiling and has reached the critical point.

"The great road has no name, and all laws are empty. There is a road that can be cultivated, but it is not among them. The road cannot be kept, and the law cannot be implemented. Within Yin and Yang, the five behaviors are at the forefront. The foundation can be established and reborn from scratch..."

"Open the meaning of Hongmeng, create the source of all dharma. Hidden three thousand avenues, establish the spring of the new world. Give three thousand talismans, the words of the new way..."

In his head, Huang Zhongda Lu's voice kept echoing, and the foundation building bottleneck burst open. Zhang Qingyun continued to use his skills to consolidate new realms. The moment he opened his eyes, Zhang Qingyun looked at the sky speechlessly: "It turns out that I have been exhausted.

Now, start over again?”

Huang Zhongda Lu's voice clearly told Zhang Qingyun that the original you was useless and the new path would start to be rebuilt from now on: "So, what exactly is the Eye of Heaven, and what state does it lead me to? What is the ultimate goal?"

Create a new world?

It has been practiced in previous lives, but unfortunately it was not successful.

"Open the meaning of Hongmeng, create the source of all dharma. Hidden three thousand great ways, establish the spring of the new world. Give three thousand talismans, the words of the new way..."

The realm is too low, all the previous life's mental states have been invalidated, it is incomprehensible... Zhang Qingyun stood up, with all kinds of troubles in his heart. This world is a Dharma-ending world, and most practitioners go to other ways to sacrifice their souls.

However, there are still various supernatural phenomena in this world, such as ghosts... Since ghosts exist and alternative practitioners still exist, it is not the end of the Dharma... The end of the Dharma means that all dharma does not exist.

"We have reached the realm of foundation building again."

Feel the surging true energy in your body, and the true energy in the foundation-building realm turns into true essence. Quantitative changes lead to qualitative changes: "We are one step closer to the realm of Yuanshen."

After the foundation is established, it is the realm of Yin Shen. Zhang Qingyun feels that time is running out. Master Yunsheng still has more than four months to live. If something unexpected happens, he will not live for four months: "It is the first season of rice and it is about to be harvested. The rice is seven years old."

Harvest at the end of the month. In my memory, the master had already emerged before the second season of rice was harvested!"

"That is to say, the master still has more than three months to live!"

The previous time was calculated incorrectly!

It's been too long, and my memory has gone awry: "Damn it, you shouldn't calculate time this way. Master actually emerged on November 6th, and now it's almost July, so there are still more than four months."

"More than four months..."

How many years did it take to go from foundation building to Yuan Shen in the previous life?

The memory is a bit fuzzy. Zhang Qingyun can't remember the specific time, but it should have taken a long time: "More than four months is not enough, unless you do something earth-shattering and achieve huge merits."

However, in my memory, many major events cannot be caught up.

"Master, where did you go?"

Zhang Qingyun frowned: "In the past life, although the master often left, he would come back every three or two days. The longest time he left was less than a month. Now it has been more than a month, and there is still no news about the master."

"You stepped on my money."

Suddenly, a voice came from beside me.

Zhang Qingyun, who was originally thinking a lot, suddenly felt a cold wind blowing against his face and his scalp went numb.

The true energy in the Dantian was circulating. When Zhang Qingyun saw an old lady next to him, the true energy returned to the Dantian. Next to the grave on the roadside, it was said to be a grave, but in fact the grave was no longer visible. Perhaps with the passage of time, the grave was about to disappear and turned into a field.

.An old lady is counting money, which is actually loose paper.

The old lady is a bit sluggish. She is not a real ghost, but a condensation of will. In other words, a kind of belief, a spirit of sustenance, the thoughts of future generations for their deceased relatives, and an alternative existence formed by the intersection of will and belief.

Zhang Qingyun was quite interested when he saw this situation for the first time.

If you look closely, you will see that this old lady is no different from a living person. The grave has a mysterious pull on her, and she cannot leave within one meter of the grave: "In other words, relatives can only get the money if they are buried on the grave. Remote sacrifices are not possible at all."

useless..."

"Young man, I'll give you 100 million to buy candies."

The old lady suddenly raised her head, handed over a ghost coin, and then disappeared. She disappeared directly, did not enter the tomb, and did not disappear between heaven and earth: "Interesting."

In Zhang Qingyun's hand, there was a 100 million denomination coin. He couldn't laugh or cry. Zhang Qingyun joked: "The prices in the underworld are so expensive, 100 million can only buy a piece of candy?"

"Do you want to tell your descendants how many ghost coins will be used to visit the grave in the future? One with a larger denomination?"

The Ming Coin was not lost, so Zhang Qingyun put it into his sleeve. Most people would not do this. Zhang Qingyun is a monk and does not have so many taboos. After all, this is the old lady's concern for him, and it can also be regarded as a gift.

"Thank you, sorry for bothering you."

A voice came from the grave, and the old lady was very happy.

Zhang Qingyun paused, stared, and saw in a daze that the old lady was in the grave, but one leg was bound by a rope, and the rope was pressed under the bones.

Zhang Qingyun suddenly realized: "The old lady cannot be reincarnated, so she needs money to buy reincarnation."

"You are stealing other people's money."

These ghost coins were not originally given to the old lady, but were given by others to their ancestors' graves as a remote sacrifice. Their ancestors could not get the money, which just gave the old lady an advantage.

"Interesting, interesting. If Pindao can meet your descendants, he will definitely help you spread the word."

Zhang Qingyun turned around and left. There are many such things in the world. Many of the tombs of our ancestors are so old that future generations cannot find them. Therefore, the method of remote sacrifice is adopted.

However, one's ancestors could not get the money, but it was cheaper. Later generations who could not find one's ancestors also took advantage. But... in this way, some special beings were unable to enter reincarnation and slowly disappeared.

The remaining will and belief intersected, and the special existence of the old lady was born.

"I forgot, today is the Qingming Festival."

After 12 o'clock in the morning, it is already early morning. During this period, Yin things are most active. When it gets dawn, Yang is strong and Yin is weak, and Yin things are dormant, it means that the Qingming Festival has passed.

Turning around, he saw that this place was only a few hundred meters away from the city. Zhang Qingyun was a little scared: "Fortunately, no one came here for demolition. Otherwise, the breakthrough just now would have been disturbed."

It was very quiet in the early morning, so Zhang Qingyun turned around and turned back. He had come in a hurry and took the wrong road. He had to return to the city and continue walking west for a while and enter the field path before he could return to the Taoist temple.

Just as he was about to enter the small road from the city, Zhang Qingyun saw seven or eight young people walking towards here, chasing each other drunkenly and playing around. And here happened to be a small intersection, and someone drew a circle at the intersection.

There is a pile of paper dust inside the circle.

What a normal person sees is a pile of paper dust, but what Zhang Qingyun sees is a pile of ghost coins, with one hand picking up money.

Shaking his head, Zhang Qingyun didn't care. This is the same as the old lady, offering sacrifices to her ancestors from afar. These ghost coins are cheap for the recent special beings. This happens several times a year. These special beings, as long as they are not touched

Bottom line, it's generally fine.

Walking onto the country road, Zhang Qingyun walked a few steps when he saw a drunken young man pounced on the pile of paper ashes, reached out to grab a handful of ashes, and sprinkled it on his companions. After scattering a handful, he grabbed another handful.

, wipe it on your companion’s face.

Zhang Qingyun clearly saw that the dark hand in the circle retracted when the young man grabbed the paper ashes. Obviously, the hand retracted.

These young people are all ordinary people, so naturally they cannot be seen. After a while, the faces of several companions who were drunk to different degrees were covered with ashes. A relatively sober young man said: "Datong, isn't this bad?

Stop making trouble."

It's okay if I don't persuade you. With this advice, the young man named Datong became even more enthusiastic: "Hey, look at how timid you all are. What's the point? We are all people of the new era, are we still afraid of this?"

As he spoke, he untied his belt and poured water on the paper ash.

"Seeking death..."

Zhang Qingyun could see clearly that the moment the young man turned around after pouring the water, a black shadow put a hand on his shoulder: "Young man doesn't know the importance, he hinders others from getting money, and he also directly cuts off other people's money."

The road. People need money to buy customs clearance and reincarnation, which only happens once or twice a year."

"Blessings and blessings are immeasurable."

As a cultivator, refusing to save someone is a devil. Moreover, because of the young man’s special approach, this special existence was directly brought back to reality from another strange space: “A few laymen stayed behind

.”

Several drunk young men turned around and saw a little Taoist priest.

The little Taoist priest was not tall, average-looking, and young. He immediately asked with a smile: "Little Taoist priest, what's the matter?"

"Few laymen, you did some things too much and got into trouble. Poor Taoist..."

"Go, go, go, you little brat, go home and go to sleep."

Datong waved his hand, turned around and left.

One of the other young people hesitated and stopped: "Little Taoist Priest, is this brother of mine..."

The young man pointed at the pile of ashes and his face turned a little pale.

Obviously this young man is still a sensible person. Zhang Qingyun nodded and took out a folded talisman: "Laity, if there is anything abnormal about the layman just now, put this talisman in his mouth and take him to the north.

Let the Heavenly Master watch..."

Pointing to the north and telling the young man the direction of the Tianshi Temple, Zhang Qingyun turned and left.

The young man held the talisman in his hand and quickly caught up with his companions.

"Zhao Wei, you are just cowardly. These Taoist priests are the best at deceiving people, taking advantage of people's fear, amplifying your fear, and then defrauding you of your money." Datong smiled, still looking indifferent: "We all have goddesses and gods in our village.

, it’s not like you don’t know.”

Zhao Wei, the young man who was left behind just now, did not say much.

Any excuse at this time is feeble. Zhao Wei just prayed that nothing would happen.

Zhao Wei was worried. Seeing this, several other companions slowed down and walked beside him: "Dawei, what's wrong with you? What did the Taoist priest say?"
To be continued...