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Chapter 12 The Unreal Realm

【Taixu Daojun's longevity is as long as the sky!】

Shen Yi: "······"

[Please Taojun Taixu bless me with success in martial arts and revenge.]

Shen Yi: "······"

【Please be too virtual...】

"It's so noisy."

Shen Yi stood up irritably, and at a glance he saw Wujue and Wuxin sitting cross-legged on their respective beds, clasping their hands together and mumbling something.

If it were anyone else, he would have thought that the two monks were silently reciting Buddhist scriptures, but Shen Yi knew that these two guys were launching a series of calls against him.

Since last night, Shen Yi seemed to hear someone talking about him. When he returned to the meditation room, he discovered that Wujue had developed a believer in a short period of time, and both of them had the Tao of Taixu in their hearts.

Shen Yi felt inspired by Jun's name.

This kind of feeling increases as the distance gets closer. When they are in the same room, Shen Yi can completely hear the inner words of Taoist Master Taixu.

Is this a side effect of "Sheng Guan Lu"? Isn't this done backwards?

Logically speaking, shouldn't it be me, a cultivator of the evil god system, who should be the one nagging people and driving them crazy? How come he is being nabbed when I come here?

That's all it took for two people. If there were more people, it would be fine.

[Qi and blood flow through the meridians, and there is a feeling of relaxation, and my arms feel much more flexible. Thank you Taoist Master Taixu for your gift.]

"Um?"

Shen Yi suddenly raised his eyebrows.

When this heartfelt message reached his ears, he seemed to have a little more memory. Suddenly, he seemed to raise his palms like a knife, and his energy and blood flowed backwards, rushing through his meridians with incomparable determination.

This memory was like a dream, but when Shen Yi woke up, it felt extremely real, as if he had personally cut out the retrograde qi and blood and opened up the meridians in his hands.

‘It was unintentional.’ He looked at his roommate who had just been unintentionally fucked last night.

Just now, I was unintentionally thinking silently of Taixu Daojun, asking God to bless him with martial arts success, and at the same time, I was thinking about how he gathered energy and blood and opened his own meridians through the evil sword technique last night.

The experience at that time was conveyed to Shen Yi, which made Shen Yi feel the same and gain a deeper understanding of the evil sword.

This Chongmai method was intercepted from the evil sword. This experience also gave Shen Yi some insights into the evil sword.

When Shen Yi realized this, a white mist suddenly filled his eyes. Suddenly, he came to a place shrouded in white mist and saw a familiar scene.

In front of him is the vest held by Shen Yi, and Taoist Taixu with his back to the common people.

At that time, he had the idea of ​​​​pranking him, so he made a vest to control Wu Jue, used faith to correct Wu Jue's madness, and at the same time controlled his roommate.

But at that time, it was in Wujue's consciousness. Shen Yi originally thought that it was just an illusion he created for Wujue to see, and it was gone after being used once. But the current situation is that this scene has always remained, and the vest he pinched has also

Always there.

The back figure was surrounded by streaks of light, adding something that was not there last night.

Shen Yi subconsciously paid attention to the flowing light, and immediately felt a voice appear in his heart, [Namo Hunyuan Wuji Taixu Daojun.]

'Is it possible that this illusion can exist forever? And it also communicates with me and Wujue and Wuxin's subconscious? But judging from Wujue and Wuxin's appearance, they should not be able to hear my voice.'

Shen Yi thought in his mind, 'Maybe it's because my authority is higher than theirs.'

Thinking like this, Shen Yi suddenly thought, 'Get rid of all irrelevant prayers.'

He wants to test his authority.

But what disappointed him was that the streams of light did not diminish at all. From time to time, Shen Yi could hear unconscious and unintentional prayers.

But at the same time, he also felt what Wujue had experienced when he used the evil sword last night.

The experience of being completely out of control and thinking only of killing made Wujue feel horrified. At the same time, he was frightened and thanked Taoist Taixu for his protection, which allowed him to escape from madness.

Wujue was truly immersed in the intention of the sword, and was once controlled by the intention of the sword to cut out the evil sword. His understanding was deeper and more thorough than that of Wujue.

Shen Yi personally realized Wujue's madness and determination at that time. He felt that his right arm was about to move, and his blood and internal energy began to gather towards his right arm again.

As soon as there was movement, Shen Yi woke up immediately and suppressed the feeling of imminent movement. The white mist space in front of him suddenly disappeared, and he returned to the Zen room again.

At this time, Shen Yi no longer worried about the unconscious and unintentional serial calls, but instead realized the opportunity behind it.

'If every believer can pass on their understanding of martial arts to me, then the little things will add up, and no matter how talented you are, they can't compare to such progress.'

If one person can't do it, then use ten people. If ten people can't do it, then use hundreds, thousands, or ten thousand people.

When water accumulates, it forms a puddle, and when sand gathers, it forms a tower. Shen Yi could use thousands of people to cultivate and use their insights for his own use.

The premise is that he won't go crazy amid the serial calls that kill thousands of people.

At this time, the morning bell rang, and Wuchen woke up from his sleep.

When he came together, he saw that Wujue and Wuxin were pale, as if they had been taken by a demonic witch, but their spirits were exceptionally good, and they looked excited even with their eyes closed.

"Two senior brothers, what are you..." Wuchen asked hesitantly.

"We're fine."

Wujue and Wuxin opened their eyes and said in unison, "Better than ever."

From the breakthrough in body building to the opening of the meridians, the long-term depression has been swept away, and a way forward has been found.

"Let's go to morning classes."

Shen Yi put aside his irritability just now, put on monk's robes and mango shoes, and reminded: "If you have anything to pray for, just pray while doing morning prayers."

Just to test whether it can really convey any insights.

"Okay, Junior Brother Wuwu." Wujue replied.

He was said to be a junior brother, but he treated him respectfully as if he were a respected teacher, which made Shen Yi feel a little numb.

Wujue was the one who modified his consciousness by Shen Yi himself. He had a talisman drawn by Shen Yi with blood on his forehead, and he was a fanatical believer of Shen Yi.

As for unintentional...

Shen Yi glanced at Wu Wuxin, and in his eyes, he could clearly see the talisman on his forehead. Even though the two of them had wiped away the blood on the talisman, the mark still existed between the eyebrows.

He felt that he could sense and control the talisman, and he also knew Wu Wu's purpose through the previous voice transmission. He wanted to use Taixu Daojun to achieve martial arts success and take revenge.

As for Wujue, he believed wholeheartedly and kept putting the sentences he usually used to recite Buddha on Taixu Daojun's head.

The talisman had some influence on Wu Wu, but it was not profound, probably because it was not drawn by Shen Yi himself.

'On the contrary, we can use this to develop a group of people in the Linglong Iron Temple to deal with the refugee disciples under Wu Hui's command, and even use them to cover me and help me practice.'

Deep thought flashed in Shen Yi's eyes.

You know, there are quite a lot of people like Ruwujue and Wuxin in Linglong Iron Temple. There are also many disciples in the Servants' Court who have been dismissed from the ranks of monks and are doomed to waste their lives but are still unwilling to do so.
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