Author: Fu Lv

One Qi transforms into three pure states, which is a Taoist term.

In my previous life, apart from being recognized in Taoism, the word appeared most frequently in the book "The Romance of the Gods".

In "The Romance of the Gods", Taishang Laojun transformed into three dharma bodies in one breath, namely Yuqing, Shangqing, and Taiqing.

In Taoism, there is another saying.

That means I am the eighteenth incarnation of Taishang Laojun.

But no matter how many twists and turns there are, and how things in the previous life will be magically changed in this life, there is no doubt about one thing.

The figure riding the green bull in the picture, if you guessed correctly, is me.

Based on Lao Tzu's writings and praise, Song Lanyi concluded that even among saints, he was one of the strongest.

With this thought in mind, Song Lanyi pressed her mental strength tightly onto the font on the stone wall.

For a moment, there seemed to be an extra ball of fresh air in her mind, and then the fresh air turned into information, flowing in her mind and shining brightly.

In the epiphany, Song Lanyi's hands unconsciously dropped, and the pink-skinned pig in his sleeves fell to the ground along the hem of his clothes.

But he had no intention of escaping.

In his mung bean-sized eyes, there was less of a hint of stupidity and more of scrutiny and consideration.

Suddenly, a smile that could be called a "cunning" appeared on this cute little fragrant pig.

"Human, do you think that after blocking your inner voice, I won't be able to sense the rich golden light of merit and luck in you? Hum, do you think you can abandon me so easily?"

As he spoke, a bundle of golden rope appeared in the little pink pig's mouth.

He rolled his eyes, held the rope in his mouth, floated into the air with a groan, and tied his entire pig to Song Lanyi's wrist.

When Song Lanyi came back to her senses, before she could digest the new technique in her mind, she felt a heavy weight on her wrist.

She lowered her head and looked, her face suddenly darkened.

The dead pig was holding her wrist, drooling as it slept, lying on its back.

Even when he woke up from sleep, he would hold her fingers and nibble and grind them slightly.

Song Lanyi seemed to have thought of something, and her face miraculously regained its composure.

She did nothing.

I just recited a series of dish names silently in my heart...

Roast suckling pig, sweet and sour pork loin, braised lion head, short crispy pork, braised pig trotters...

While the little pink pig was sleeping, he was suddenly attacked by an evil thought and woke up suddenly.

Until the moment he opened his eyes, he was still a little frightened, and he made a sound that sounded like panic: "Humph?"

He raised his head and found that he seemed to be asleep.

How did this human being become three?

Thinking about this question, Pink Pig's eyes suddenly widened.

Wait...the method of clone...a ball of pure energy...

Could it be that person’s magical power?!

The pink-skinned piggy was shocked, and he grunted and tied himself up a little tighter.

He wants to be locked up!

He's got this thigh!

The pink-skinned pig had a sudden thought in his mind and simply stopped calling himself me. His attitude was so friendly that he was even overly sweet.

"Human... No, I don't know what the name of this fairy is?"

Song Lanyi glanced at him and said without hesitation, "Xue Ji."

The pink-skinned pig rippled for a while, "It is indeed the name of a fairy. It is just two words, but it gives me a feeling of fascination, like spring flowers blooming, and like the clear moon in autumn..."

The corner of Song Lanyi's mouth twitched slightly, "What exactly do you want to say?"

The pink-skinned pig put its two front hooves together and rubbed them together, "I'm familiar with the area and have seen similar stone walls. How about... I take you to have a look? But... it's getting late now. It's getting dawn.

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Song Lanyi raised his head and looked at the gray area around him, wondering how he came to this conclusion.

But Pink-skinned Pig's expression was a little anxious, "In the Lost Realm, you are not allowed to walk casually during the day, otherwise you will come into contact with the awakening thoughts of the gods."

As he spoke, he jumped off Song Lanyi's hand like a guide dog, took the initiative to hold the rope, and walked forward.

As they walked, Pink Pig introduced, "It is rumored that the Lost Realm was once part of the ancient battlefield, and the Divine Mind is part of the consciousness of the fallen gods on the battlefield."

"But under the influence of the Mysterious Realm, these gods' thoughts are full of irritability and hostility, and they are unable to communicate normally. They can only occupy a fixed space under the rules of the Mysterious Realm."

This was the first time Song Lanyi heard such an inside story. She was fascinated by it and couldn't help but ask, "What will happen to the gods at night?"

Pink Pig looked back at her with a somewhat complicated expression, "At night, the divine mind will turn into a fixed divine object as a symbol of the inheritance of the divine position."

"It is rumored that if you are in harmony with the god to a certain extent, you can even talk to the consciousness in the inheritance."

As the conversation continued, Song Lanyi also gained a general understanding of the Mysterious Realm.

Soon, they came to a dilapidated town.

This small town has a unique foreign style, but it looks a bit dilapidated under the gray fog.

It is worth mentioning that around the town, you can see an incense burning every half meter.

When the pink-skinned pig saw this scene, the four hooves under his body almost took out phantoms, and like the wind, he dragged Song Lanyi and rushed into the town.

The moment he entered the area covered by the incense, the surrounding scene suddenly began to change.

I saw that the originally desolate and broken town seemed to start to revive in an instant.

People in various costumes appeared on the streets, including foreign women in high-waisted fishbone skirts, and presiding judges in knight costumes. There were even shadows of the Buddhist kingdom of the Western Regions, the monstrous sea tribe, and the human race among them.

Facing Song Lanyi's sudden appearance, the people around him were not surprised. They only glanced at him lightly and then looked away.

On the other hand, not far ahead, there was a noisy crowd. Looking from a distance, it was crowded, and from time to time there were exclamations.

I don't know when, the little pink pig hugged Song Lanyi's wrist again and hummed, "Xuexue, let's go over there and have a look."

Snow snow?

What the hell name?

Song Lanyi wanted to leave, but she heard a familiar voice in the crowd in front.

She paused and turned to walk forward.

I saw a monk standing in the crowd, frowning slightly, "Donor, all living beings are equal, this female benefactor just accidentally hurt your pet, why are you pointing swords at each other?"

Opposite him stood a silver-haired old man. His clothes were extremely elegant. Even his collar had nine stars engraved on it.

The way he looked at Shi'an Fozi was like looking at an ignorant child.

Behind Shi'an Fozi, a girl in linen clothes was lying on the ground, with a light red mark on her wrist.
Chapter completed!