Quiet room.

In the relatively spacious space, there is only one monk, a futon, and a long stick.

The monk sat cross-legged on the futon, clasped his hands in front of his chest and closed his eyes in meditation, with the long staff in his bent arms.

"The sky rotates for two full hours. This is the difference in talent."

Inside the Stick of Fire, Jiang Ren focused his attention on the monk he named Tool Man No. 2.

The Buddhist name is Wuchen, a monk from Gushan Temple. He was crowned the chief disciple at the age of only ten.

For seven consecutive years, no one could shake him, and at the age of seventeen this year, he practiced in seclusion for several months, broke through to the innate realm, and became the fastest disciple in the history of Gushan Temple to advance to innate realm.

The above is the information Jiang Ren has collected in the past few days.

It has to be said that the investment of fifty points of destiny is not ordinary value.

If the identity investment in life should be reflected in the family background and parents, then the life of weapons should be reflected in the tool man.

In the previous life, although tool number one was not weak, he was at least superior to most warriors.

But compared with the current No. 2 Tool who has a big temple as his backing, has already broken through to the innate realm at the age of seventeen, and can use up two hours every time he practices, it is not a bit worse.

"Although my cultivation speed is faster than in the previous life, it is still much slower than in the Pool of Fire."

Jiang Ren observed the power of his soul that was recovering. It only took a few minutes in the Pool of Fire, but now the time has been extended several times.

After maintaining high-speed recovery for three years, once it came down, I was really not used to it.

"Fortunately, the surrounding environment is no longer the same, so I won't be too bored and drive myself crazy."

"Furthermore, I have accumulated enough in the Pond of Fire. Coupled with the past few days of practice, my body is still a little short of being filled with weapon energy. I may be able to gain new abilities this time."

Jiang Ren calmed down and thought silently.

Every time the weapon body is filled up, the efficiency of converting the power of the soul into weapon energy will be higher, but accordingly it will be more difficult to fill it up next time.

Just like the levels in the game.

The higher the level, the more experience can be obtained in the same time, but the experience required for upgrading also increases exponentially, so the higher the level, the slower the upgrade speed.

"It has been filled nine times in the past three years, and this time it will be the tenth time."

Seeing that all the power of his soul had been restored, Jiang Ren immediately started practicing.

These nine times, he has obtained the four abilities of strengthening, recovery, transmission, and explosion respectively, which are exactly the same as in his previous life.

After that, he never gained any more abilities, but he vaguely felt that this tenth time might be the time when he gained new abilities.

In fact, Jiang Ren thought this way the sixth time.

After all, six is ​​a very auspicious number, and many things are closely related, and the following seventh, eighth, and ninth times are no exception.

Unfortunately, thinking is one thing, and the fact is the same thing.

But people, you always have to create a sense of expectation for yourself, so as not to get completely lost in a boring life.

"Although strictly speaking, I am just a weapon or a stick, but at least my soul is still a human being."

Jiang Ren thought in his heart, but he didn't stop practicing, filling up the last bit of weapon power.

Like the slight sound of a glass bottle breaking, it sounded from the stick.

Although the voice was small, it instantly woke up Wuchen who was in a state of cultivation.

Wuchen blinked his eyes in confusion and looked at the stick of fire in his hand in confusion, as if thinking about why a stick made such a strange sound.

Jiang Ren didn't notice Wuchen's changes, because he really gained a new ability this time.

Perception.

This ability enables communication with the outside world.

However, the power of perception does not consume physical energy, but the power of the soul which increases very slowly. In his current state, he is still unable to communicate with the outside world and can only use some special media.

"medium?"

Jiang Ren looked at a certain location on his body, and there was an extremely weak consciousness there.

Through it, can we communicate with Wuchen?

He turned his attention to the outside world and found that although Wuchen was still sitting cross-legged with his hands clasped together, his eyes were still on him because of the voice just now.

"Try it."

Jiang Ren gathered his mind, touched his consciousness with the power of his soul, and activated his perception ability.

"Yeah, yeah..."

A voice like a baby sounded in Wuchen's mind.

Wuchen looked shocked and stood up suddenly.

The Xiantian Qi exploded from the inside out, emitting a rapid flow of air that instantly lifted the futon away.

"Yeah?"

Wuchen looked at the closed doors and windows around him doubtfully, and finally turned his gaze to the stick of fire in his hand. Thinking of the strange sound just now, he asked cautiously: "This... stick donor

, was the sound just made by you?"

No, it’s not me, you heard wrong!

At this moment, Jiang Ren had the urge to cover his face.

It is indeed a joyful thing to have useful perception, but what does "ya ya" mean? Can it be more childish?

Moreover, why can I only make this sound?

Jiang Ren was a little depressed. After trying it just now, he found that he could not control the fluctuation and size of the sound and could only make a fixed sound.

How is this different from using transmission capabilities to vibrate the body?

Perhaps the biggest advantage is that it consumes very little and can be used continuously for more than ten minutes.

"Stick donor?"

Wuchen touched his bare head and said to himself: "Did the young monk just have a hallucination?"

Forget it, just be childish.

Although the time was short, Jiang Ren had already figured it out and decided to put aside all shame. After all, except for himself, no one would have thought that behind such a childish voice was a big man who picked his feet.

"Yeah~"

The voice sounded in Wuchen's mind again.

"Am I hallucinating again?"

Wuchen was confused for a moment, then turned his eyes to the stick of fire: "The donor of the stick, is it you?"

Stick donor?

Jiang Ren always felt that this title seemed a bit strange, but he still made the sound again in cooperation.

"Amitabha!"

Wuchen stood with his left hand in front of his chest, and after reciting the Buddha's name, he looked slightly excited: "It turned out to be the stick donor. I once read in an ancient book that everything in the world has spirituality, and those with strong spirituality can even reach the outside world.

Communicate, but most people will never meet one in their lifetime."

After a pause, he added: "I never thought that this young monk would be so lucky to meet you, the donor of the stick."

"Yeah~"

Jiang Ren was a little helpless and a little sad.

He vaguely saw that his integrity was cracked.

Starting from this day.

The monks in Gushan Temple often see their chief disciple carrying a black stick with him whether he is walking, eating, meditating, chanting sutras, or practicing, and from time to time he talks to the stick with a smile on his face.

Many disciples who have just started thinking that this is a new cultivation method.

This also led to many monks of the older generation discovering that the disciples of the younger generation were carrying long sticks, wooden fish and other things with them, and from time to time they showed obscene expressions and talked to themselves, which almost caused trouble.

Finally, with the help of several old monks, the trend was stopped.

"Donor of the stick, we will practice here today."

On the edge of the cliff behind the temple, Wuchen said something to Jiang Ren, then sat down cross-legged and meditated in meditation amidst the clouds, mist and strong wind.

Jiang Ren did not respond.

Although he can make sounds now, he will never make a sound unless necessary.

"Spar, go to the temple..."

Jiang Ren looked at the clouds and mist not far away.

These days, after some complicated operations, I used my perception ability to learn from Wuchen the information about the crystal stones thrown into the Pool of Fire.

It is said that the spar was given by the upper temple behind Gushan Temple.
To be continued...