Chapter 255 may have the method of bringing the dead back to life.
Not old people, there are very few people in Wangchuan who can communicate. Li Changsheng had some conflicts with them at the beginning. For the great masters of cultivation, sometimes they use their fists to establish their status.
If you are equal, you can be a Taoist friend, if you are stronger, you can be a brother, if you are stronger, you can be a senior.
The old man hurriedly stepped forward, bowed his hands and said, "Immortal, I've had a hard time looking for you, old man."
In his previous life, he was always considered as a Taoist friend. At that time, there was a huge difference in strength between the two, but their Taoism was only weaker. The old man had something to teach Li Changsheng, and Li Changsheng also discussed the Tao with him, encouraging himself that there is no problem as a fellow Taoist.
But the situation is different now, the old man clearly realizes that Li Changsheng is already so powerful that he can't see through it at all. When the two met by chance, it was right to be respectful.
"What's the matter with me, a leisure person?" Li Yi asked.
"It is for the common people of the world."
The old man moved out of the words he had prepared. He knew Li Yi and wanted to ask the other party for help, not like asking a little black man, and he couldn't offer the benefit of making the other party's heart beat. To do what one likes, for the common people of the world, but also for the foundation of Shenzhou Xiandao.
Pointing to the river next to him, he said: "You should also feel that Huangquan is about to recover. It would be nothing if it was the Huangquan of yours and mine. At that time, the law of heaven tended to be perfect, and the existence in Wangchuan had long since been wiped out. , only a few scattered remains remain.”
As the world of practice goes on, the way of heaven becomes more and more perfect, and it becomes more and more difficult to produce existences beyond common sense. These existences cannot be demonstrated by simple realms, just like the living immortals in front of them. It is also in the realm of transforming gods, so killing him in the same realm is like killing a dog.
In the long time ago, it is believed that there are also strong people like him, especially when the laws of heaven are not perfect.
"Now the third recovery of heaven and earth is coming, and the terrifying existences buried under the underworld from ancient times to the present will also recover. They are very likely to come with their full bodies. You also know that the earlier the age, the more conflicts with the immortal way. People are people, they treat people like nothing."
"That's the case, the owners of the remains in the River of Forgotten are not suitable for modern times."
Li Yi nodded in agreement. In modern books on historical interpretation, there is often a word, the limitation of history.
It is a bit too biased to describe their cultivation skills. In ancient times, it was not without the ability to love the people. In the ancient times, they were not all fierce beasts who only knew how to kill. The strong will not be bound by the rules, everyone has their own code of conduct.
But it is undeniable that they will also be affected by the current society.
The ancient times, the ancient times, and his immortal way are all different.
Qiong Yu also commented: "Modern society is too absurd for many people in the ancient times. It is equivalent to a younger brother marrying a sister-in-law. It feels absurd not to fall on me, but to kill myself when it falls on me."
"That's a metaphor." Li Yi glanced at Xiao Qiongyu sitting on her shoulder, she tilted her head slightly, and said again: "Isn't it? From my previous understanding, it is true. For many people, it is necessary to abide by modern laws. , which amounts to a violation of ethics.”
"The younger brother is my subordinate, the wife is what I need to occupy, and the younger brother married my wife."
Li Yi pondered slightly, nodded and said: "It makes sense. The contradiction between the modern and the strong is that the law deprives them of the rights they feel they should have. For them, it is the next offense."
He also made the following comparison when reading history books. The ancient period is like before Xia, Shang and Zhou, the ancient period is after Xia, Shang and Zhou, the sword fairy period is modern, and after him is modern.
Xiandao has irreconcilable contradictions with other eras, and the same is true for modern times. Those who practice great powers are like ancient princes and nobles, who came to modern times with the code of conduct of the previous life, and the law naturally cannot tolerate them.
So Li Yi generally doesn't talk nonsense with these people, and crushes to death when he sees them jumping out, just like the ghost who was crushed to death by himself just now. After all, he prefers a peaceful society to Youzhou.
Li Yi couldn't refuse to get up in the morning and go downstairs to have soy milk fritters instead of eating people everywhere.
Hearing the discussion between the two, the old man's heart was completely dropped.
"Then please hurry up and call all the strong men from all over China to come here. The Underworld will be opened soon. At that time, ghosts and monsters will run rampant and the world will be in chaos. The most troublesome thing is that the ancient saints escaped. Just now, an ancient saint ran away. Out!"
Fang before, the old man's first reaction must be to inform those officials, but now he thinks that the person in front of him is more able to gather the power of the whole of China. Today's top masters of the Divine Immortal Dao are either his disciples or his Taoist companions.
It confirms a slogan of the Chinese government that every part of China is a family.
Hearing this, Li Yi and Qiong Yu were calm and happy, embarrassing the excited old man.
"Immortal, I know you are very strong, but as the saying goes, two fists are hard to beat with four hands. When you went to fight those Jedi, you have seen how many saints' remains are buried in them. And it will inevitably affect innocent people. , It is good to call other strong men to stabilize the situation.”
"The ancient sage you are talking about, is this one?"
Li Yi spread his hands slightly, and there was a jade-like phalanx in his palm.
The old man blinked, but didn't react at first, and then opened his mouth slightly when he saw the breath of the phalanx.
"Did you solve it?"
is questioning, more is not believing. This is not simply the remains of the ancient sage, it should be called a part when it is stored on the body, and its power is not the same.
But Li Yi caught it just like that.
Wait, didn't I just get taken advantage of?
Thinking of this suddenly, the old man's heart bleeds, the thing he just took out is no less than a supernatural power. If he had known that the Immortal would block the door before he came to Huangquan, he would be fine even if he didn't return to Shenzhou.
Li Yi replied lightly: "Well, it's a matter of little effort."
Just grab and pinch and you're done.
"..."
The old man silently closed his mouth, his expression was exactly the same as Qiong Yu's, and he felt an inexplicable shame when he recalled his actions in rushing back.
He sighed, quickly collected his thoughts, arranged his appearance and said: "Everything is safe with you in Shenzhou, I dare to ask you how you plan to deal with this underworld?"
Li Yi replied without thinking: "Looking for reincarnation."
"Come again like in the past?"
The old man's eyes froze, and he stared closely at the plainly dressed fair young man in front of him, as if confirming something.
asked again: "Has someone you cherished died?"
Back then, Li Changsheng came to Wangchuan for the method of bringing the dead back to life. At that time, the old man could tell at the first sight that he had obsessions, and he had already become a demon. It's okay for ordinary practitioners to have demons, but I'm afraid that this kind of top powerhouse will have demons and go to extremes.
He is the Optimus Prime of China now, if something goes wrong with him, the sky will collapse.
Li Yi raised his eyebrows slightly, and suddenly he felt playful, and asked, "Fellow Daoist, is there a way to bring the dead back to life?"
The old man backed away immediately, and said in horror: "... Birth, old age, sickness and death are normal. If you can't save it with your cultivation, it may be destiny. Don't force it."
Qiong Yu was surprised by such an appearance, she didn't understand that she was just asking about the method of initial resurrection, is this necessary? Birth, old age, sickness and death are normal, so what if someone really died?
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Practice world, Wangchuan.
"Is this Wangchuan?"
Li Changsheng saw endless Yin Qi in his eyes, and he could turn to frost with a slight exhalation. The severe cold here can make the water as hard as ice blades, exhale can dissipate the yang energy in the body, and turn the blood all over the body into ice crystals.
Yin Qi is invisible and colorless, but here it condenses into a gray haze, which is as invisible as snow fog.
He released his spiritual consciousness slightly, and the surrounding Yin energy instantly overwhelmed him, and he pressed his spiritual consciousness back, as if he was in the deep abyss.
However, the scene of the River of Forgetfulness has already revealed a corner to him, gray and endlessly cloudy, and there is only a golden river running from west to east under his feet. The endless remnants of living beings in the river rolled, and they were washed away from the world of mortals in an instant.
There is nothing wrong with his coming, this is indeed the home of the dead.
"It is more than 10 times less than outside, and the Yin Qi will continue to erode my soul and body."
Li Changsheng frowned slightly, and a slight burning sensation came from all over his body, which made him burn for too long when he returned to a mortal in a trance.
It’s no wonder that Wang Chuan is not suitable for living people to enter, even he can feel the burning sensation, and it’s probably even worse when the normal transformation comes.
But since it can come in, it has its own reasons, and there must be a solution.
Li Changsheng stepped on the amber-like Wangchuan River, leaned over and sat cross-legged, slightly closing his eyes.
Breathe in and breathe in, enter the heaven and earth, forget the law of the river, the laws, and the principles of existence, all in your arms.
After an unknown amount of time, he opened his eyes, a white flame ignited on his body, and all the burning sensation disappeared in an instant.
"Extremely yin is yang, so I'll call you Yang Shen."
Li Changsheng discovered that Wang Chuan's erosion of the body was like fire, but his erosion of the soul was as gentle as water. It's not that the latter is harmless, and the soul in this environment is like ink dripping into the sea, which will soon be dissolved.
But the two kinds of violations are fundamentally different. The body is like water and fire, but the soul is simply not adapted to this environment.
He wondered if he could strengthen his soul to a certain extent, would he be able to resist the erosion of Wangchuan?
So Li Changsheng borrowed from the environment here to create a supernatural power. Strictly speaking, it is not a supernatural power, but just the prototype of a supernatural power.
Li Changsheng got up and walked towards the end of the River of Forgetfulness, one step covered a thousand meters, walking in the River of Forgetfulness, standing on top of hundreds of millions of dead souls.
Colder than the cold is loneliness.
From time to time, he would pick up a remnant soul, and watch the other party's life like watching a movie, which is a rare entertainment in Wangchuan. The only thing that makes Li Changsheng a little regretful is that this kind of entertainment is not enjoyable. The souls of monks return to heaven and earth, while mortals fall into the river of forgetfulness.
Some people say that it is because monks understand their original intentions, so they don’t need to forget their worries. And mortals are in the world of mortals, and they need to wash away their filth before they can be reincarnated.
Li Changsheng does not know whether this statement is true, but mortals are indeed filthy, and their lives are too miserable.
Birth, old age, sickness, joy, anger, sorrow and joy.
He leaned down again, and what he picked up was the soul of a wealthy businessman. He is dressed in coarse linen clothes, with wealth and merit on his head.
Such a person should have a happy life, right?
"...My name is Wang Pingbao, I was born in a peasant family, and I am a commoner. Later, I gained some wealth by selling illegal salt, and I got lucky and met nobles, and became a wealthy family."
"...I help the poor, help the common people, and build bridges and roads for my hometown. Over the years, I am talented and have a little reputation at the same time. People call me Wang Dashan. But I don’t have many small evils, and there are no big evils. It is worthy of the name."
"...I didn't even have a son with several concubines. Fortunately, God favored the middle-aged woman, who regarded it as a treasure and named it Bao'er. However, as luck would have it, Bao'er was born with dementia, and God let me down."
"...Fifty years before I knew my fate, I knew that my fate was not long, and I still couldn't find someone worthy of entrustment. So one night, I found a hemp rope and strangled my little girl to death. She cried and said to me, Daddy Bao I know I was wrong, Baoer must learn to be smart."
"Having enjoyed 25 years of sufficient food and clothing, there is no need to suffer the rest of the world. Daddy will come to life and give Bao'er a cow and a horse."
In the end, the rich businessman hanged himself and died.
Li Changsheng put down the remnant soul with his own hands, remained silent for a long time, bowed his head and continued on his way.
After walking for about ten days, he couldn't help picking up a remnant soul again, a remnant soul full of noble spirit.
Wearing an official robe, with a dignified head, the official worships the prime minister.
"Is it so consummate to come from a poor family and become the number one scholar in high school, and finally become the prime minister?"
Li Changsheng asked, the remnant soul does not have any self-awareness, but the memory has shaken his head instead of him.
"...I was born in a poor family. Three generations of my ancestors served as officials in the court, and the officials worshiped the fourth rank. Later, my family's fortunes fell, and my generation has no status left. It is no different from ordinary farmers. My parents sent me frugal food. Go to a private school, and I live up to my parents' expectations."
"...I have a childhood sweetheart named Yuniang, who lives in a well-to-do family. Her ancestors were local parents' officials. At the age of fifteen, she was in full bloom and was waiting to marry her. Elope, let the servant girl deliver the letter, saying that I will see you in the pavilion outside the city on the Qixi Festival, and I will not go."
"...with a breeze in your sleeves, how dare you miss a beautiful woman."
"...Hou Yuniang married a rich man in the city, and I went to Beijing early to take the exam. After 10 years of wasting time, I finally returned home with the top score in the exam, only to find out that Yuniang had hanged herself in the gazebo."
"...I am an official worshiping the prime minister. I am an extremely personable minister. The emperor Shangqi supports all the people. I have never been greedy for ink in my life. When I died, my family property was only 30 taels, but I am a villain."
Li Yi widened his eyes slightly, a ray of fierce light flashed, and said: "You have become famous, you can leave your name in history, and you will be incensed by future generations for a hundred years. How can you be a villain?"
"I also saved the world and put an end to all injustices. Ask the sword in the world, no one can fight, no one can stop, and create peace for the second generation."
The old appearance of the prime minister in official robes suddenly changed, changed by the emergence of memories. The youth's high school champion, washed his face with tears.
"...I have a debtor, Yuniang. If I had had more courage to go out and run away with her, what would have happened? What would have happened if I had let her wait for me? I have no courage, harm others and myself, and I am a villain."
"...even if the official worships the prime minister, I can't save Yuniang."
The scene in front of him suddenly changed. An island floated in the River of Forgetfulness, bones piled up into mountains, and dark stone pillars pierced into the River of Forgetfulness, rolling up endless remnants of souls.
Above the stone pillars are hideous human faces.
Before Li Changsheng approached, the pitch-black waves set off thousands of feet high. It was a tsunami made up of grimaces.
Overwhelming, inevitable.
If the ordinary Huashen is again helpless, Nascent Soul can only sit on the ground and wait for death.
Li Changsheng didn't know why his reaction was very slow. He didn't raise his head until the ghost tsunami was nearly a hundred feet away. The eyes that were as calm as an ancient well in the past have disappeared, replaced by a fierce light.
Lightning of thunder suddenly appeared, piercing the waves like a giant dragon, and thousands of ghosts were wiped out in an instant.
Li Changsheng put the remnant soul back into the Wangchuan River, and said flatly: "It's because you are powerless, so you can't save it naturally, but I am different."
Starting with the Heavenly Sword, murderous aura gushes out, and the gray Wangchuan is dyed into a sea of blood in an instant.
Li Changsheng stepped out of thunder, and swung his sword to make the world die. It doesn't matter about ghosts, it doesn't matter about Yin Qi, it's all smashed and destroyed.
Those who stand in my way die!
The sword is supreme, the thunder is the ultimate, it is invincible.
Wangchuan trembled, and the land of a hundred miles turned into a place of death for thunder and sword light.
The Taoist in white fell into the island, crushed the coffin, and stepped on the withered old man.
The voice is deep and cold, and the sword reaches the eyebrows.
"Is there a way to bring the dead back to life?"
(end of this chapter)