She hid in Yunxuan Pavilion and slept for three full days. During this period, Song Zhen came over to take a look at her a few times. He wanted to see her, but he gave up after finding that she was behind closed doors.
When she woke up, something unexpected happened to her, forcing her to temporarily give up the idea of continuing to practice.
"It's become full, right?" Song Ling squatted in front of the table, eyes like a fighting cock, staring at the Qianjing bottle in front of her, and said, "Before I went to bed, it was obviously not full..."
The gravel inside the translucent purple Qianjing bottle has reached half the bottleneck.
Song Mo squatted behind the bottle, tilted his head and glanced at the bottle, nodded and confirmed: "It is true that there were not so many before you went to bed."
It thought for a while and then asked: "Do you feel there is anything wrong with your body? I feel fine anyway, I don't feel uncomfortable at all."
"No." Song Ling shook her head.
If I have to say there is something wrong...
Does improving one’s cultivation count?
But if her cultivation is really related to Qianjing Ping, then wouldn’t she have to stop practicing in the future? This is simply ridiculous.
With such questions, Song Ling held Song Mo and stopped in front of Crow Yu's door.
At that time, Crow Feather was coming back from outside with Qi Chi. Both of them looked a little tired. They must have been working all night. Their eyes were black and their feet were unsteady.
"Why are you here?" Qi Chi rubbed his eyes and raised his hand to say hello to Song Ling.
"She came to find me." Crow Yu turned his wrist and put the Pipa in his hand into the sea of consciousness, pushed Qi Chi into the hospital with his hand, then turned around and continued: "It's useless for you to come to me, the karma in the Qianjin Pase needs you to do it yourself
To resolve it, all I can do to help you is to remind you to step back from the brink."
Karma……
When Song Ling heard these two words, her back suddenly stiffened.
She knows that everything has a price.
But she never thought that this would be the price a person would pay if he followed the path of monsters.
"Why?" Song Ling asked stubbornly: "I finally found a way to quickly improve my cultivation and protect myself. Why should I stop at the cliff?"
"Don't believe her." Song Mo reminded in the sea of consciousness.
Crow Feather raised his eyes and looked at Song Ling with some compassion in his eyes.
Behind the door, Qi Chi squatted under the wall, with the same emotion as his master's face.
In just a few days of getting along, Qi Chi had already let go of his prejudice against Song Ling, and he and Song Ling had become acquaintances. Now that Qi Chi heard that Song Ling was entangled in karma and needed to stop practicing, he couldn't help but feel sour and sympathetic.
"Of course, you still have a way." Crow Yu seemed to be unable to bear it, and sighed, "That is to temporarily give up this body, shed your spiritual consciousness, and go out to accumulate merit with the Qianjing Bottle."
Song Ling said nothing.
She was thinking, what would happen if the Qian Jing Bottle was full?
An hour later, Song Ling saw the result of the Qianjing bottle being full.
Boom!
Dark clouds filled the sky.
The blue thunder was faintly visible in the clouds.
Because Crow Feather brought Song Ling back to the palace, Lan Lei seemed to have some scruples, and did not chop it down immediately. Instead, he flickered and jumped, constantly sending thunder flowers in the thick clouds.
"Even if you don't leave the palace, it will be full for a moment, and it will be difficult to recover by then." Crow Feather pointed at the blue thunder and said: "The methods I give you are the best ones now, you must choose one.
Let’s go.”
There are two ways.
But in fact, Song Ling had only one choice.
She couldn't stop practicing.
"I want the emperor to hold a funeral for me." Song Ling suddenly said, "And I need a white jade coffin to store my body. When I leave, you have to help me fake my death."
What he said is quite reasonable.
When Song Mo heard this, he immediately advised: "We can go to Nanzhen. The sky thunder cannot hit the Abyss of Ten Thousand Beasts. As long as you can cultivate to the stage of becoming a god under the Abyss of Ten Thousand Beasts, you will definitely not be afraid of these sky thunders in the future."
However, how can the Abyss of Beasts compare with the Imperial Palace?
Not to mention that it was Song Mo's territory, which was of great help to Song Mo's cultivation. Song Ling might have become very passive in the past. Just talking about the dragon energy in the palace, it was unparalleled in the Abyss of Beasts.
After going to the Abyss of Ten Thousand Beasts, I'm afraid it will take years of monkey years and horses and months to get the golden elixir.
Song Ling ignored Song Mo's unreliable suggestion and continued: "I know you must have calculated something before you came out to remind me. Otherwise, with your character, you will definitely sit on the sidelines."
Song Ling actually had some memories of Crow Feather.
In addition, while in Qifeng's body, Song Ling asked Qi Chi about Crow Yu's personality in a sideways manner, which further proves Song Ling's understanding of Crow Yu's personality.
This is a person who is very afraid of trouble, so he never gets involved in small things.
Crow Yu looked at Song Ling with some surprise. After a long time, he helplessly smiled and said, "It seems that I underestimated Fellow Daoist Song. I didn't expect that Fellow Daoist Song was so smart that he could think of such a thing in such a short time."
The appearance of death appears.
Unless Song Ling reaches the stage of becoming a god, her body will be like a real corpse, making it difficult for outsiders to distinguish the real from the fake. Using a white jade coffin as a coffin can ensure that Song Ling's spiritual consciousness can continue to sense the condition of her body after she leaves the body.
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As for the emperor presiding over funerals...
Not really.
With the entanglement of dragon energy, Song Ling's body will be more invisible to prying eyes, which will indeed increase the reliability of the death scene.
"You don't agree?" Song Ling looked back at Crow Yu.
"I don't agree either." Song Mo glanced and questioned with his spiritual consciousness: "They already covet your body. If you lose your spiritual consciousness, don't you give them a chance?"
Of course, with the appearance of death, Song Ling's physical body would be of no use.
But who can guarantee that Canghua Immortal Lord can’t see it?
This is too risky!
"With her here, I'm not worried about others seeing the truth." Song Ling answered Song Mo, her eyelashes slightly lowered, "What I'm worried about is how difficult it is to accumulate merit."
It is a legend that a mortal can become an immortal in one step.
There are very few people who can truly accumulate merit and become immortals.
Song Ling always felt that this method was thousands of times more difficult than her regular practice, so she was not optimistic about the time it would take for her to break through to the divine transformation stage.
The two stood in silence at the door for a long time.
Qi Chi, who had been behind the wall for so long, was a little impatient and wanted to go out and ask his master if this matter could be done.
As a result, as soon as he stood up, he heard his master say: "I can help you with the white jade coffin and the death sign, but you have to tell the emperor yourself. You are allowed to practice in the palace because you are useful, but if you want to waste the dragon for nothing,
Even until the emperor's death, he may not be able to use his anger, so I'm not sure whether the emperor can agree."
With Crow Feather's nod, Song Ling thanked her profusely, then turned around and headed to the Emperor's Qinzheng Palace.
Along the way, the thunderclouds overhead never dispersed.
"Why don't you just listen to my solution?" Song Mo bit Song Ling's shoulder in dissatisfaction and complained loudly. He didn't want to use force, so he just bitten on the robe, leaving a row of teeth marks.