Xuan Ji: "..."

Oh, okay, Internet addicts don’t deserve to have a demon.

"Your so-called 'special ability' now only trains 'techniques' and does not cultivate the mind. In the past, practitioners were different. They went into seclusion and entered into meditation for a few days, or at most dozens or hundreds of years. During this period, they cut off external objects, questioned the world, and reflected on their bodies. Only at this time can all kinds of obsessions be infinitely amplified and the inner demons will arise. The inner demon takes your seven emotions as the earth and the six desires as the rain, and they will arise from your heart and then retaliate on you. If you cannot figure it out for many years, you will exhaust your own mind and even become possessed by the demons."

Some contemporary psychologists also believe that excessive introspection is harmful to the body and mind. Many symptoms of anxiety and depression are caused by lack of communication with the outside world and attention is directed inward.

Xuan Ji roughly understood: "So why do you need to practice?"

Energy conservation and emission reduction?

The two walked one after another in the empty and depressed night in the Duling Palace, with only three feet of palace lanterns, accompanied by the sound of "da da" footsteps, Sheng Lingyuan put his hands behind his back, and said slowly: "Ten feet of red dust are like a greenhouse, the world of flowers circling around you, wrapping you up east and west, and protecting you from being entangled by the inner demons, allowing you to live a mundane life in a confused way. The practitioners ask to exile themselves outside the mundane world, walking alone, seeking the great way, and seeking immortality. The practitioners look at mundane people, and they feel that they are ignorant and not free. The mundane people look at mundane people, and probably don't understand what the fun of the immortality of hard practice is - they all make sense, just personal choice."

Maybe because he did things himself, he had no bottom line. As an ancient man born more than 3,000 years ago, Sheng Lingyuan was surprisingly enlightened. As a person in the game, he looked at political enemies and demon enemies with an extremely peaceful perspective, almost with a historical high degree of objectiveness. He seemed to be able to understand all the principles of existence... No wonder he had a very high acceptance of contemporary society.

When a practitioner looks at a mortal, he must be like a mortal who looks at a shadow man.

If you see too much pure white snow, you will become blind. The pure white road ahead will make people blind. You must have extremely tenacious will and suffer great self-consuming so that you will not be crushed to death by the vast and free path of seeking truth from the sky and the earth.

The shadow man could have lived his life with the flow, but was unintentionally "wake up" by Sheng Lingyuan. He struggled repeatedly for three thousand years in his natural slavery and awakeness. No wonder he hated His Majesty so much that he gritted his teeth.

King Weiyu became a demon because of greed, witches became hated because of ignorance, and shadows became anger... they became angry because of distant distance.

To a certain extent, the three human races and the three human demons all arise because of the devil born in Sheng Lingyuan. In order to turn over, the human race sacrificed the Heavenly Demon Cauldron to open the demon box and turned over the Jedi, which also laid far-reaching hidden dangers. Everything seems to always touch the whole body. After a moment of thinking, I feel that the grass snake gray lines are shocking.

Xuan Ji stared at Sheng Lingyuan's back and couldn't help but lose his god... His Majesty once cut off external objects and asked the world alone?

So what did he ask?

"Generally, the inner demon needs to practice for a long time to have room for growth. This heavenly demon illusion, simply put, is a formation to quickly plant the inner demon into your heart," the ancestor of the demon Sheng Lingyuan slowly gave the younger generations science. "At this time, all the things you usually hold in your heart and can't remember will be picked out by the illusion. Once your seven emotions move, even if you are not a practitioner, you will become the host of the inner demon if you know that this is an illusion."

In other words, this illusion space is equivalent to a "heart demon virus" accelerator.

Xuan Ji: "How to break the formation?"

Sheng Lingyuan said: "No need to break it. Maintaining such a magical illusion is quite exhausting. Even if he drains the Jiangzhou veins, it will only last for a moment or three moments, and he will collapse by himself. As long as you pinch the clear heart talisman I gave you, don't get him hooked up on the inner demons and become a charger for this magical illusion, and it will run out of power in a while."

Xuan Ji: "..."

He can even use a charger as an example!

If he is allowed to wander in modern society for a few more days, can he just catch a few thunder-type specialties and repair the battery with bare hands?

"No," Xuan Ji came to his senses, "Why is the only one I need to pay attention to? Didn't you just say that this illusion was aimed at you?"

What do you mean? Who do you look down on?

Sheng Lingyuan smiled but said nothing.

Xuan Ji: "Your Majesty, are you discriminating? I..."

Sheng Lingyuan picked up the palace lanterns, and a familiar palace was already in front of him. Although the eaves were high, they were extremely depressing - this was the Human Emperor's Bedroom, Xuan Ji dreamed of it.

"I have lived here for more than 20 years." Sheng Lingyuan introduced like a tour guide, "Let's go and take you in for a walk."

While talking, a team of eunuchs came in one after another, and Sheng Lingyuan followed the palace lanterns behind the palace men.

The lights in the hall were turned off. The palace people were wearing soft-soled cloth shoes, with tight cuffs. When they walked by quickly, they were like a group of alert raccoon cats. There was no sound, no one looked up, and no one dared to breathe. When they arrived at the door of the inner hall, they knelt quietly in a row and waited for the summons inside.

Xuan Ji found that each of them was holding a clay pot: "What is this?"

Sheng Lingyuan did not answer. At this time, the leading palace servant outside the hall said carefully in a voice that was not much higher than the whisper: "Your Majesty, the new batch of 'shocks' have been burned. According to your instructions, the weight is increased by 30%.

A cold voice came from the inner hall: "Let go and go out."

The eunuchs did not dare to come out, so they sorted out the pottery jars and then quickly withdrew. In the blink of an eye, there was no ghost in the bedroom. The inner hall of Emperor Wu's bedroom was not left, and the closest attendant had to wait in the outside hall. It was a death penalty for not summoning him at night.

"Shock?" Xuan Ji turned his head and asked, "Isn't that the evil curse of the Witch Clan?"

He remembered that Alujin was hung up by his father when he was a child, as if he had stolen the "Shock Curse" from the Great Sage under Sheng Lingyuan's pillow.

Sheng Lingyuan raised his foot and walked in: "Yes."

The bed tent in the inner hall was lifted up, and the emperor three thousand years ago reached out to bring in a pottery jar. The two Shengling Abyss were only two meters apart. Fortunately, they were dressed differently, so it was not difficult to distinguish.

Xuan Ji always felt that something would happen if the two His Majesties got too close, so he hurriedly grabbed Sheng Lingyuan's windbreaker sleeve: "Wait, can't you get too close to yourself?"

"It's not intrusive." Sheng Lingyuan looked at himself calmly at that time, "only when his mind is moved, he is fascinated by the illusion, and is not distinguished from the inside and outside, he will be integrated with the self in his memory."

Xuan Ji followed his gaze to His Majesty who was back then - Sheng Lingyuan in his memory lifted the pot with expressionless expression. There were some strange leaves inside the pot, and the round witch words were burned with some secret method. His Majesty picked up a piece and looked at it, then poured the entire pot of "Shock Curse" into the incense burner at the head of the bed. Then he placed the incense burner on the head of the bed, took off his outer robe calmly, and lay down like he was used to it.

The "shocking" leaves in the incense burner slowly curled, and terrifying white smoke came out, slowly covering the people on the bed.

Xuan Ji was surprised: "He...why are you doing? You're not going to die?"

The old god Sheng Lingyuan, carrying the palace lantern, said: "It's just a shock. Didn't you tell you that although shock can make people have nightmares, it is also a good thing that can temper people's minds..."

"What the hell?" Xuan Ji frowned and felt the fatigue of dealing with the elders who were addicted to health care products. "Is there any scientific basis for this? The mind cannot be tempered by nightmares, otherwise the horror is a 'brain-enhancing equipment', not a 'evil curse'. I think this thing can only cause sleep disorders and neurasthenia - this is how your migraine is...Who is outside?"

A sound of light and anxious footsteps came from outside the bedroom. A palace servant lit the light lightly. A figure hit the window and did not dare to come in or make a sound. He just waited there.

As soon as the lamp lit up, the white smoke from the horror suddenly dissipated. Sheng Lingyuan, who had closed his eyes, was alarmed and asked with a little displeasure: "What's the matter?"

The person kneeling at the door replied softly: "Your Majesty, Your Highness Weiyun is back."

Sheng Lingyuan on the bed heard this and immediately flipped off the bed, hurriedly swept his sleeves and swept the incense burner to wipe out his horror. He even spoke a little faster: "Take him to the Nanshu Room and wait, I'll go there now."

After saying that, he couldn't wait for the eunuch to send his clothes, and put on the outer robe he had just changed without any attention, wrapped it in a hurry, and walked out, which was quite like walking on his feet. His Majesty is steady by nature and has never been a person with a hurry. Xuan Ji has been with him for so many days, but he has never seen him be angry and white-faced. He thought wrongly and doubted that he had any inappropriate relationship with Weiyun.

By the way, he also sealed the tomb for Weiyun with his own hands!

With random thoughts, Xuan Ji and Sheng Lingyuan followed the emperor down in their memory to the Nan Study Room.

Weiyun was anxious when she came back. Nanshu had not even had a fire. She only lit the light when someone came. The room was cold and the eunuch had to hold him a hand warmer first.

Xuan Ji saw the living Prince Weiyun and found that when he was alive, he also had a portrait of a deep hatred, and it was not as festive as the corpse at the bottom of the sea.

"See Your Majesty." Weiyun said as he bowed, and saw that he was covered in dust, his hair had not been washed for several months, covered with dew, and was covered with strands of mud on his trousers. "Your Majesty forgives your crime, I'm in a hurry to get out of the way, so I can't finish my clothes."

"Get up quickly, thank you for your hard work in Ayun." The young Sheng Lingyuan swept away the coldness that had not allowed the eunuch to speak out, and repeatedly ordered someone to serve him a bowl of hot soup.

Weiyun thanked him for the soup, and it took only a few minutes before and after. The young Human Emperor seemed to have nails on the chair. He sat restlessly and changed several positions. He could only wait patiently for him to put down the bowl before he left and asked anxiously: "How about it, have you found the clue?"

Weiyun replied respectfully: "Yes, Your Majesty, I have visited the Winged Clan. The original body of the sword spirit you described is red, with auspiciousness on the head. The eggshell that was born has five-color streamers. These spiritual objects can only be the divine bird Zhuque clan."

Sheng Lingyuan was stunned at first after hearing this, then sat down, pondered and tapped his fingers on his knees.

"Impossible," he shook his head for a while and said in a deep voice, "The Suzaku clan was destroyed by the demon king decades ago. With the means of Jiushi, he would not fail to eliminate the roots."

"Yes, but there is another hidden story here," Weiyun replied, "You know, the more noble the demons, the more rare the child is, the more difficult it is to have children. The Vermilion Bird tribe is an ancient congenital spiritual creature with divine power, and it is even more difficult to reproduce. In the past century, only one new descendant was obtained. Unfortunately, due to the loss of spiritual energy in the demon territory, many ordinary little monsters were born and stillbirth, and the divine bird tribe was not spared. The clan leader and several elders personally protected him, but he could not protect this little Vermilion Bird tribe. There should have been five-color auspicious clouds on the eggshell, but the auspicious clouds were stillblocked, and there was an inseminated stillbirth inside. During the Nanming Valley Incident, this stillbirth that could not be born had just been buried."

Sheng Lingyuan: "Stillborn?"

"When you come back to Your Majesty, the stillbirth that the demon clan could not be born due to insufficient spiritual energy when formed is not a dead baby understood by the human race. It is a state of neither life nor death. The demon clan calls such a stillbirth 'Heaven Spirit', and there are many secret techniques that can be used as a guide to it."

"You mean..."

"If I guess correctly, the original body of the Heavenly Demon Sword Spirit is probably this Vermillion Bird Heavenly Spirit. It was cut out from the eggshell by the human race. In the Great Heavenly Demon Sacrifice, eighty masters who carry the human race's fortunes sacrificed to achieve the Heavenly Demon Sword. Your Majesty, how can the power of the Heavenly Demon Sword be withstood the ordinary little demon? It must be an innate spiritual object with the power of the gods and demons. Moreover, the place where the Heavenly Demon Sword was born was the Vermillion Bird Temple."

The amount of information was too large, and Xuan Ji was stunned by the side.

The young human emperor said with a bit of impatience that was not like him: "You said before that if you find the original body of the sword spirit, you will have a way to repair the Demon Sword. If it is really as you said, his original body is Suzaku..."

"Zhuque Tianling, Your Majesty, Tianling refining weapons has its own special features, and the ministers report it carefully."

Sheng Lingyuan waved his hand and said, "Say."

"Often the sword body is broken, the sword spirit will definitely be destroyed ashes. But I searched through the artifact refining classics of our clan and found an accident - a long sword broke. Because the sword body is made of thousand-year-old black iron, the material is really rare, so the sword owner found a Tianer of our clan and wanted to refine the sword again. The original body of the sword spirit is a rabbit demon heavenly spirit. The second time the weapon was refined, the senior Tianer considered that the sword master was used to using the original sword and wanted to restore it as much as possible, so he also found a rabbit demon heavenly spirit to make a weapon. After refining the mysterious iron sword, the senior Tianer found that the sword spirit inside was actually 'resurrected from the dead'."

The young Human Emperor's eyes suddenly lit up, and Xuan Ji was stunned. It was the light he had never seen in Sheng Lingyuan's eyes three thousand years later.

"Our ancestors of our clan believe that this should be the characteristic of the 'Heaven Spirit'. You know that the 'Heaven's Law' refining the creatures belongs to the 'like life and death' and is the second-class heavenly way. You must give way to the first-class heavenly way - 'birth, old age, sickness and death', but using the heavenly spirit to refine the weapon is different. The heavenly spirit is originally a thing that is neither life nor death, and the spiritual wisdom is born because it is refined into a weapon. This is 'life'. In this way, the instrument spirit is first and the body of the instrument is second, and the instrument spirit is likely to be born out of the body of the instrument. The key to the creature's refining weapon is 'blood' and 'bone'. Blood is the source of the spirit, and the bone is the form of the spirit. If we can find the same origin bones and blood, and refine the Heavenly Demon Sword again under the same conditions, we may be able to save the sword spirit!"

Xuan Ji was stunned and turned to look at Sheng Lingyuan next to him who was three thousand years later.

His Majesty, who came to the world again, was wearing a long stone windbreaker, fashionable and unbuttoned. He stood calmly with a lantern against the wall, staring at himself three thousand years ago indifferently, as if nothing had to do with him.

"That's the case," Sheng Lingyuan said, "Isn't my sword broken? Weiyun's 'Tian'er' was right by his side, so it's useless. I once asked him to find a way to repair the Demon Sword."

His tone of speech was casual, as if it was just a trivial matter worth mentioning. Xuan Ji keenly discovered that Sheng Lingyuan's claim had changed.

This is the fantasy realm of the Heavenly Demon. Every grass and tree in the fantasy realm of the Heavenly Demon is born to arouse the Heavenly Demons. It is impossible to have any irrelevant things.

Xuan Ji remembered the mysterious wooden doll again. Sheng Lingyuan rarely speaks very seriously. Why did he firmly think that the wooden doll cannot be Zhichun Dao?
Chapter completed!