You kid! You don't have to be so low-key! !

Chapter 902: Prince Bing pays the bill

A young man in ice-blue brocade robes seemed to sense something. He slowly opened his eyes from somewhere in the mountain stream and looked at the outer gate commander across dozens of mountain ranges. "It's this kid. He doesn't know how to keep a low profile. If the girl who is looking for him finds out, will she take advantage of him?"

After watching for a few more breaths, his breathing suddenly tightened. "Interesting! This little fellow is truly not an ordinary person. He actually possesses such a skill. If it weren't for his kindness, even I would be jealous of such an opportunity. This wonderful place must not be wasted!"

With a thought, the sect leader and countless peak masters, elders, and disciples who were dealing with the matter disappeared, and arrived at the square in the blink of an eye. When they were curious, countless yin and yang threads automatically fell down and connected to the sea of ​​consciousness, and they also sat down uncontrollably.

"Fuck! Who is this wicked guy?" Changqing's cheeks became visibly thinner. His original spiritual power could barely activate the Yin-Yang world, but now with more than ten thousand people, the square was densely packed and the spiritual energy instantly ran out.

"Hmm? You're quite aggressive, aren't you?" The voice echoed in Chang Qing's heart, and the icy coldness made him shudder. "Keep calm, I'll transfer spiritual power to you."

Pure spiritual power appeared out of thin air in his body, maintaining Changqing's spiritual power and stabilizing the Yin-Yang Realm. Changqing felt the vastness of this spiritual power and couldn't help but be greedy. After all, he was at the Venerable Realm and was not afraid of being sucked in, so he just sucked it in to his heart's content.

The spiritual root stretched out its branches and absorbed energy frantically from the sea of ​​qi. Such pure spiritual power cleansed the spiritual root, and in less than a moment, the whole body became clear and bright. Even the traces left by the power of cause and effect in the body were washed away completely.

The fat guy once told him that Shangguan Qiuying had used this method to cleanse him, expand his spiritual roots, and enable him to reach the truth and the spirit. He didn't expect that he would gain such great benefits as soon as he came out of seclusion.

"Huh? Such a huge consumption?" Bing Zun felt the spiritual power in his body flowing away faster, and he explored it again. He couldn't help but smile bitterly: "This kid really doesn't want to suffer any loss. This is good. There is no master-disciple relationship, but there is the master-disciple cleansing. Forget it, forget it, I have received so many favors, just turn a blind eye." His body swayed slightly, and the spiritual energy flowing around his body was replenished again, and the speed was terrifying.

Not long after, a thick layer of dirt formed on Changqing's body surface again, which was pungent and unpleasant. On the other hand, his inside was shining with spiritual light, his mind was clear, and his spiritual roots were full of vitality, just like colored glaze.

As the fire flashed, the dirt was burned into powder, and the body surface became soft and tender, just like a newborn baby.

"A body born with the Tao is just like this!" Chang Qing cast his gaze on the handsome uncle with a frown. He always felt that the laws condensed by the handsome uncle when he was promoted to the Kaihua realm were definitely more than nine. He could sense it from the Tao rhyme he got when he first entered the door. And at this moment, the Yin-Yang Small Realm was obviously pouring more power to the handsome uncle.

"Afterwards, I'll ask him. If there's really a way to condense more laws, perhaps we can compete with the true monsters in the Central Region."

Hundreds of generations progressed simultaneously, and Changqing could hardly bear to see it all. In this illusion, every person in every life had spiritual roots, some human, some demon, some flowers, some trees, some ancient beasts, some ancient desolate beasts...

This could be considered as an experiment of Changqing's. He wanted to see if anyone could really achieve immortality and become an immortal.

A moment in the outside world, a hundred years in the illusion, soon some people were angry, or in tears, or overjoyed, or extremely sad, some had a look of determination, or looked reluctant.

The longer the time went, the more silk threads on everyone's head broke, but the expressions on everyone's faces seemed to be the same, numb, without any emotional fluctuations, as if they had lost all emotions, just for that one word - immortality!

Soon, several disciples woke up first as the threads above their heads were cut. They bowed slightly to Changqing above them and left. However, their expressions were not very good.

Large numbers of disciples began to wake up, without any noise, and left silently. They had just woken up from the dream of becoming immortals, and truly realized that life as a mortal was hard, and being an immortal was even harder. Watching their relatives and friends grow old and die, the feelings in their hearts became increasingly indifferent, and it became as if... they were not themselves.

Is this what they want?! Witnessing life and death hundreds of times, and having it reflected back on one's own body, isn't that just another form of torture?

Those with weak wills are close to collapse, those who stick to their hearts gain a lot, the arrogant ones recognize the reality, and those with extraordinary understanding gain insight into their own path.

Outside the mountain, the young man took a thousand steps with each step. He looked at the flying disciple and clicked his tongue: "If they can hold on and gain a deeper understanding of themselves, they will at least reach the Dao-knowing realm in the future..."

Changqing and the young man looked at each other, then looked at the handsome uncle at the same time. With another step, Bingzun had already come to the front of the stage. The meaning was self-evident.

Changqing pulled out a white thread, which fell into his palm. At the other end was a handsome uncle. Bingzun closed his eyes slightly and took it. The scene of this hundred-life struggle also fell into his sea of ​​consciousness.

A valley, a few wooden houses, a valley full of flowers, another fertile field, a gurgling spring, everything is full of vitality. A few miles away, a town, hidden from the world, yet also attracted by the world, birds and animals are noisy, pedestrians chat, some seem content.

A man and a woman, both extremely handsome, respect each other like guests, and joke and have fun from time to time, which is not boring. They are ordinary but not mediocre.

This scene surprised Bing Zun who had just seen it. He looked up at Changqing on the high platform, as if questioning him.

Chang Qing shrugged and said, "Senior, whatever illusion it is, it is all caused by the dreamer. I did not interfere. The picture shows the path they themselves seek."

Bing Zun was stunned, and returned to his dream again. He took a closer look, then looked at Bie Shi. Everything was plain and simple, but full of sincerity and warmth. Finally, he sighed: "He still chose this most difficult path. Is love really that important to you?"

Chang Qing's words also fell into his ears. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Why are you so anxious, Senior? How can we be sure that the Sect Master is not taking a good path after hundreds of thousands of years? The body of the Near Dao is so terrifying. I think the Sect Master has already noticed it. The Sect Master does not want to become a carrier of the Dao and lose his true self, so he is exploring a path of his own."

Time passed quickly in the illusion, and Changqing did not look at it again. Although the illusion was created by him, he had long lost control of it. He let the handsome uncle play with it, not knowing when it would end.

Half an hour later, tens of thousands of disciples woke up, but their eyes were filled with confusion. Their Daoist aspirations were shaken, their dreams were shattered, and they subconsciously wanted to avoid reality. As far as life and death were concerned, they became numb and lost their way.

The disciples brought from the Southern Region were used to seeing life and death, so they performed much better and persisted longer. Even though their spiritual roots were far inferior to those of the new disciples, as long as they were given time, their achievements would definitely be much higher than those of the disciples from the Central Region.

Everyone left one after another. After hundreds of lifetimes of experience, the disciples' restless hearts suddenly aged a lot.

Only the peak masters, Li Mengyu, and He Niaoniao were left in front of the throne. Changqing didn't mess with the newly recruited children, but simply channeled Bingzun's spiritual energy to cleanse Jiaocang and their meridians and flesh. Perhaps because of Li Mengyu's training, the little ones endured the flesh-tearing and bone-shattering washing without a sound.

Not bad, Changqing was a little surprised that he actually held back.

The credit for washing the hair and removing the marrow belongs to me, and the consumption will be paid by Mr. Bing~~