Even if Taoist Master Ziyun didn't speak, I was already so vigilant in my heart that I quickly spoke to stop him without thinking: "Wait a minute, I have a story."
When Pu Songlin heard this, he stopped and looked at me with excitement.
"Do you have a story?"
"yes."
I nodded decisively and asked, "You just said that as long as we tell a story, we can answer a question. Is that true?"
"Of course it's true! You can start." Pu Songling gently put down the small notebook in his hand and picked up the brush he was about to put down again, as if he was ready to record.
He looks exactly like the one in the legend. It is said that when he was alive, the old man was particularly interested in some folk ghost stories. He would often carry a horse and coffee table and sit on the roadside for a whole day, looking for passers-by to tell him.
He tells stories about weird elves. No matter whether the stories are exciting or not, they are sure to be served with good tea and water.
But I didn't start right away. I quickly put out my worries and said, "Thank you, there are many stories here, but I just don't know if your old gentleman has the news I want?"
After Pu Songling heard this, he laughed, showing a look of disdain, and flicked his sleeves, "It's a joke, there is no news in the world that I don't know about."
My eyes lit up and I quickly asked: "I want to know, what is your relationship with Zhang Tianqi?"
"Oh, tell me about him, the two of us even...!" Pu Songling suddenly stopped when he said this, with a look of anger on his face.
"How can you break the rules? According to the rules, you are the one who tells the story first."
I didn't pay too much attention to his anger, but I was thinking about what he didn't finish. If I guessed correctly, he should actually want to say that the two of them are close friends. This answer was a bit unexpected.
, but then I thought about it and it made sense. Otherwise, how could the first one in the Book of Life and Death be his name?
Seeing that I didn't answer his question, the old man became even more angry, "Humph, how dare you kid lie to me. In that case, I'll catch one first."
Before he finished speaking, the old man took action directly, and saw the brush in his hand gently volleying forward. It looked like he was playing, but Zhao Wuji, who was wrapped in the wall, groaned without warning.
With a sound, his whole body straightened up like chopsticks, his legs were tightly together, and his hands were pressed against his body, as if he was tightly tied up by an invisible rope.
Zhao Wuji's expression changed drastically, and he struggled hard, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get out of this position, and then he fell to the ground with a plop.
"Damn it, this old man is so evil, he tied me up!" For the first time, a look of horror appeared on the old guy's face.
We were all secretly frightened. I have never seen such a weird method before.
Taoist Priest Ziyun beside him even exclaimed, "This, this... he is a true spirit!"
As soon as these words came out of my mouth, I took a deep breath.
The so-called true spirit is actually a kind of ghost, but it is an extremely special kind of ghost, because if you want to become a true spirit, you must have a rigid requirement, that is, the soul itself must have certain special characteristics.
This particularity has nothing to do with the strength of the soul itself, but is different in a certain aspect, and it must be achieved to the extreme, from which you can understand a certain truth of heaven and earth, reach a certain resonance with heaven and earth, and then gain the power of heaven or earth.
Only by recognizing it can you achieve the so-called true spiritual body.
Once you become a true spirit, you can receive the blessings of heaven and earth. From then on, you will live as long as the heavens and you can even be said to be immortal.
It sounds a bit scary, even infinitely close to gods. But true spirits are different from gods, because gods need to be titled, sealed in the world, exist in the minds of all living beings, and can accept incense offerings and worship by believers.
The true spirit can only rely on its own perception, and there are basically no so-called believers and incense, so in terms of quantity, the rarity of the true spirit is definitely higher than that of the gods.ωωw..net
However, even so, it does not necessarily mean that true spirits are worse than gods, because the two do not follow the same path, and the things they feel and experience are naturally different. Although gods often have extremely powerful abilities,
Divine power, but there are also idiots in it. Take Luohua Cave God, for example, he can pass through the mirror and shuttle between different spaces. This ability is weird enough, and he has good combat effectiveness, but he is still the same
It was damaged in the hands of Zhang Tianqi.
Therefore, it is no exaggeration to say that although the body of a true spirit is not as good as a god, it is almost the same, especially since each true spirit is an extremely special existence and often has very strange abilities. Therefore, compared with gods, true spirits
It is often more difficult to deal with.
There is an old Confucian like me in front of me who has lived all his life. All I know is that he wrote the world-famous Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio, which is still popular among later generations after hundreds of years. Therefore, his abilities are very strange, as before him.
It's so hard to make sense of it.
So at this moment, his label in my heart is definitely no less than Zhang Tianqi.
Even if a few of us wanted to save Zhao Wuji, we didn't have the ability at all for a while. Seeing Pu Songling chuckle and hold the brush in his hand a little, Zhao Wuji's body appeared there strangely, and
He fell headfirst onto the big rock with a thud, knocking Zhao Wuji's old bones to pieces, causing stars to appear before his eyes.
"I'll fight for you!"
Zhao Wuji let out a loud roar, and the black snake spirit suddenly appeared behind him, and the big snake roared in the air.
"Hey, there is also a snake spirit! This must have been practiced for hundreds of years, right?" Pu Songling's eyes lit up and he looked at the snake spirit in front of him in admiration.
"Old guy, now you know how powerful I am, let me go quickly, or I'll let him eat you." Zhao Wuji threatened proudly.
As he finished speaking, the snake spirit's ferocious gaze also fell fiercely on Pu Songling's body. His arrogance was overwhelming, and he looked as if he was ready to swallow the enemy in front of him at any moment.
But when the beast saw the old man in front of him clearly, he was stunned for a moment, and then the aura on his body shriveled up like a balloon. Then his head shrank, his body quickly shrunk, and he burrowed into Zhao Wuji's body.
Inside, the speed is so fast that it seems like it has never come out.
Zhao Wuji was immediately confused, a big question mark appeared on his head, obviously he didn't know what happened?
In desperation, he quickly called to his immortal family, but no matter how he called, the snake spirit never came out.
Pu Songling watched Zhao Wuji call him hard while stroking his goatee with his hand, smiling proudly.
"No need to shout, it will never dare to come out."
"Fart! Why should he listen to you?" Zhao Wuji asked angrily with red eyes.
Pu Songling's nature seemed to be excellent, and he patiently explained: "You just said that I am a true spirit who has understood the ways of ghosts, gods, and monsters, and I have the power of thick soil, so all the mountain spirits and wild monsters in this world can
Sensing the aura on my body, you, a beast born in the mountains and growing under the soil, are naturally under my control and do not dare to take action against me."
This explanation was very clear, but Zhao Wuji only heard four words clearly, you beast.
Then his face turned green and he started scolding: "You are the beast, old man, who are you scolding?"
This opening immediately made Pu Songling furious. He pointed at Zhao Wuji and scolded him tremblingly: "Country countryman, you are full of filthy words. It is simply insulting to politeness, insulting to politeness..."
While reprimanding, the old cultural man picked up the brush and tapped Zhao Wuji's mouth. Zhao Wuji suddenly felt as if he had died and could no longer speak.
Only then was Pu Songling satisfied. He clapped his hands and put the brush in his hand on the small table in front of him again. His eyes left Zhao Wuji and fell on me again.
"Little doll, tell me a story quickly. If you tell it well, I will let your friend go!"
When Zhao Wuji heard this, he quickly cast a look at me asking for help. Although he could not speak, his nose kept humming, obviously asking me to save him quickly.
I nodded, thinking about what kind of story I wanted to tell.
But at this moment, Pu Songling suddenly changed his tone: "Little baby, I think you are very cunning, so I remind you that you have to think carefully before speaking. My conditions are conditional."