Chapter 260 Li Changsheng stepped on the Three Thousand Miles of Forgotten River
Tick tock!
The machine used to detect vital signs made a crisp sound, and the heart rate monitor was beating up and down. Su Yuanming was already lying on the operating table.
It's just that this operating table is a bit strange, it is engraved with lines that seem to have no clear meaning, and there is still light shining through it.
A doctor wearing a mask brought the certificate of life and death and put it in front of him. Su Yuanming picked it up without even looking at it, and was grabbed by the other party before he could sign his name.
The doctor said bluntly:
"Mr. Su Yuanming, please confirm it one last time. This operation is extremely dangerous, even if the government takes out pills to protect your soul. You have not systematically studied the knowledge of cultivation, so you should not be able to understand the importance of your soul. It is more precious than your brain." Let alone an operation, even touching it may kill you."
His job is a pharmacist in the foundation stage. Generally, apart from entering a special pharmaceutical factory to make alchemy, he works as a logistics support for the company. In addition to alchemy, alchemists are basically genius doctors who can save lives with a single shot, especially for ordinary people.
Reiki plus special methods can easily pull people back from the gate of hell. There was once a monk who was chopped off in the middle, and was rescued abruptly by a pharmacist, and then the excretion was resolved through modern surgery.
If there is no way to break through the golden core, this life may be disabled.
The same is true for the soul. If Su Yuanming becomes demented because of this soul search, the government will not use hundreds of millions of resources to save him. Even in the practice world, there are only a handful of elixir that can heal the soul.
Su Yuanming asked: "Do I have the right to refuse?"
Hearing a trace of complaint in his words, the doctor nodded and replied: "Yes, Qin Law grants legal rights to every citizen. All tough policies are aimed at reincarnations, and you have not been taken away yet. Don't doubt the government's procedural justice. strictness, not just for you, but for everyone."
"The Analects of Confucius says, if your body is upright, you will follow orders. If your body is not upright, even if you don't follow orders. Today, when the government treats you like this, the first thing I think of when encountering similar things is the government."
"..."
Su Yuanming was silent, and after a few seconds, he spoke again: "This subsidy..."
"With 3 million cash, you and your parents will enjoy free medical care for life. After death, you will be added as a martyr. If you are not dead, the government will support you until you die, and there will be regular pills to recuperate your body."
The doctor paused, and added: "Based on my professional knowledge, it is impossible to restore the damaged soul after recuperation."
"I do."
Su Yuanming finally signed his name and fingerprinted on the two agreements of life and death and voluntary donation of spirit.
"The operation will start three hours later, do you need us to arrange a family meeting for you?"
"No, I've already written my last words."
"Well... well, you don't have to be so nervous. The elixir given to you by the government can guarantee that you will not die the first time. When the time comes, confess to your parents and say goodbye. It is not easy to raise you so big."
"…Um."
"Then you continue to rest here, and you can start after finishing these elixir solutions."
The doctor put on the infusion tube for Su Yuanming, and then left the room, leaving him alone in the room.
Outside the door, there were 10 burly soldiers from the Foundation Establishment Period, and a Golden Core cultivator wearing Taoist robes.
Of course, there are also 5 monks who specialize in the soul, and they are the soul search team that was transferred here urgently.
The leader of the soul search team asked, "How is the situation?"
"Some resistance, but I have been convinced, it should not affect the soul search." The doctor replied.
Searching for souls is a very dangerous job. If you cooperate with me, the risk factor will be greatly reduced.
"First-class merit treatment for death in battle, even if you go to fill the trenches and die, you may not get 3 million."
"How can I hear that you are a little envious? He doesn't have to die if he doesn't encounter such a bad thing,"
"Too."
Three hours later, the doctor injected Su Yuanming with a sedative. Because he was an ordinary person, he only injected 1/10 of the standard dose.
However, he still kept two soul-suppressing potions beside him. Once he found something wrong, or noticed that the reincarnated person's spirit reacted, he would inject all of these two potions. At that time, Su Yuanming will die, and the reincarnated person will hardly be able to resist, even if they are, they can guarantee the safe withdrawal of their own personnel.
Su Yuanming was not informed of this.
"Mr. Su Yuanming, if you can stay awake later, please assist the soul search team."
As soon as the words fell, Su Yuanming fell into darkness before he could answer, followed by a strong sense of falling. It was as if the body was not lying on the bed, but fell into the bottomless abyss.
One second, two seconds, three seconds.
Boom!
Accompanied by a violent falling sound, Su Yuanming felt that he fell to the ground from dozens of floors, but he felt no pain other than the sound.
But he couldn't move, couldn't move his body, couldn't open his mouth.
Through the eyeballs that can still move a little, you can see the surrounding environment. On the right are paddy fields, on the left you can see an ancient mud house, and the better one is a brick house with a yard.
Suddenly, figures appeared in front of him. They were wearing dark green military uniforms, with burly figures and sharp eyes.
One of them leaned over and hugged Su Yuanming, and said, "Can I talk? If you stay awake, blink twice in a row."
Su Yuanming quickly blinked twice.
"Okay, your willpower is good, and you can still stay awake. As an ordinary person, you still don't know how to control your soul. Now follow my guidance and I will teach you how to speak."
The soul is equivalent to the second body. The purpose of the monk's foundation building is to control this body, and if he succeeds, the consciousness will be born. Ordinary people definitely cannot control their spirits, but through some special methods, they can temporarily have this ability.
The soldier recited the formula in a low voice, and tapped Su Yuanming's eyebrows with his fingertips.
After a few seconds, Su Yuanming suddenly opened his mouth to breathe, looking like he was about to be suffocated to death.
"Hahaha!"
In fact, the soul does not need to breathe, his behavior is just a habit brought here.
Su Yuanming didn't know at first, but for some reason, when he heard this question, memories that didn't belong to him popped up in his mind.
"Qingshui Village, today is Li Changsheng's high school champion day."
After finishing speaking, there was a sound of gongs and drums beating in the distance, and everyone looked up and saw a pair of people and horses coming from a distance.
The leader is a young man wearing a red official robe and fresh clothes and an angry horse.
Smiling slightly, with white teeth and red lips, he looks like a young man.
The skin is easy to find, but the bones are hard to find, and the style is hard to find.
"Congratulations to Li Jiaerlang, the top student in high school!"
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Cultivation world, Wangchuan River.
The River of Forgetfulness remains unchanged, and the heroes of all ages are all bones.
The Taoist in white sat beside the River of Forgetfulness, picked up a remnant soul of a mortal, and hoped to find a perfect person from it. You can look at the prosperity of the world, read all the three religions and nine streams, but there is no one who is consummated.
Emperor ninety-five supreme, enjoying the wealth of all corners of the country, the supreme power. But they are worried about longevity, or trapped in power struggles, fearing that others will harm themselves.
Since the Ninth Five-Year Supreme cannot sleep, the prince who has never had to worry about eating and drinking all his life should be consummated, right?
The prince suffers from not being able to take the throne, and is also afraid of cutting the vassal.
It is human nature to be greedy, but Li Changsheng can't empathize with them. Both of them were farmers in their two lifetimes. Although they now have the power to turn the world upside down, this is just a by-product of the journey of practice.
If you want to say that Li Changsheng has the highest sense of identity, it is not the rich and powerful, not practitioners, but ordinary people. He was born like this, like ordinary people, and his practice in the first 1000 years has also penetrated into the common people.
Then can the common people achieve consummation?
Li Changsheng has seen 9,800 people in the past hundred years, but none of them can achieve perfection, and they are all suffering.
Everything goes well, it's like going to heaven.
"Is there consummation in the world?"
Li Changsheng suddenly opened his mouth and made the old man standing not far behind him stunned for a moment. He didn't know if he was asking himself, so he answered:
"Fellow Daoist, the moon is cloudy and sunny, and people have joys and sorrows. This matter is difficult in ancient times."
Li Changsheng asked again: "What is the difficulty?"
"The difficulty lies in the young Mu Ai, who is incompetent in middle age and weak in old age." The old man replied again, "I am not afraid of the jokes of fellow Taoists. When I was young, I liked beautiful junior sisters, but junior sisters fell in love with more talented senior brothers. But middle-aged Some ability, but still no ability to make up."
He spread his hands slightly, showing a self-deprecating smile.
"In my later years, I am like an old man now. Lying here, people are neither human nor ghost. Daoist friend, do you think I am perfect? I have practiced for thousands of years, and I always meet the right person at the wrong time. If I had this body when I was young Cultivation should be considered complete."
"I should be a mature man at this moment, how much strength should I make up for the regrets of my youth?"
Li Changsheng asked while looking at the river of Wang flowing.
The old man froze for a moment, even he could feel the obsession of the other party who was almost a demon. Apparently, he only listened to half of what he said, and he only knew that regret was powerless, but he didn't know that he should accept it.
Is there anything perfect in the world? Even if there is, it is only a moment like a full moon, and there will always be regrets in one's life.
"Fellow daoist, don't be too persistent. There are other things in the world that are worthy of your comprehension, and your practice is not limited to the past. If you really want to make up for the young Muai, you can go back to the common world to chase after that peerless woman. With your cultivation Why not mention one, even if you change brides every day."
"Either enjoy the joy of the same people, or have three thousand imperial daughters. In ancient times, there were eight hundred techniques in the Huanxi Buddha House. Everything is not repeated. It happens that old people have their collections."
Li Changsheng still turned his back to him, and never looked back from the beginning to the end. The old man didn't dare to go forward even if he stood where he was, because he was afraid that the other party would suddenly go crazy and shoot himself to death.
This sitting is another ten years.
"Fellow Daoist, you have been in this Wangchuan River for more than two hundred years, stop it, that reincarnation may have long since ceased to exist. The theory of evolution of the law of heaven and earth we discussed, while proving that reincarnation once existed, is also Proof that it has the potential to disappear."
"Fellow Daoist, don't let your whole body of Taoism go to waste here."
"Fellow Daoist, there is something wrong with that person, and he hasn't appeared since then."
"Old man, I will eat your bones. I will take a step forward in Taoism and deeds. I dare to speak out. You are bewitched, Li Daoyou!"
After the words fell, the monstrous killing karma rushed towards us. In an instant, the river of forgetfulness turned into a sea of blood, the sky was like a red glow, and thousands of undead bowed their heads.
They may have the power to fight when they are alive, but after death, how can they compare with the killing sword fairy who pushed an era across.
The old man can no longer utter a word, and being able to stand is already his greatest skill.
Li Changsheng sat cross-legged on the bank of the Wangchuan River, his fingertips slid across the ancient Heavenly Sword, and the sound of the sword shook the sky.
"Old friend, I don't need you anymore. From now on, I am enough. You may hold me back."
After finishing speaking, he casually stuck the Heavenly Sword on the ground.
"This is three thousand miles to Wangchuan, and I will call Sanqian Xiao Xiaojian my name."
Stand up, Wan Yun bows, eyes open, the world is clear.
Hey!
Rapid and crisp thunder resounded through the sky, Li Changsheng bathed in the divine thunder and took the first step, the first step, the third step.
He is not in a hurry, so he doesn't have to fly away.
He is not afraid of the mediocre attack, so he does not have to shrink.
Giants do not stop because of beasts, and the great day does not come late because of night swallows.
Chief Lin Lan put on his gloves, pulled on his windbreaker, and looked at the group of guys in the police station, please. These guys don't look like good people in police uniforms.
(end of this chapter)