Do you think I look like a fairy?

Chapter 193 Humble Evil Thoughts

Listen to the voice in the dark.

Wei Yi, who completely sank his mind into the altar, moved slightly.

In the next instant.

He only saw his mind, as if he jumped into another very high dimension, overlooking the whole world.

Looking into the distance.

All he could see was an inexplicable place in the distance, one thread after another, connecting him.

Every silk thread is faintly present, and some are even intermittent, and it seems that they are almost broken.

But if you look closely.

The overwhelming silk threads seemed to surround him from all directions.

Grab one of the lines.

At that moment, Wei Yi seemed to have crossed thousands of mountains and rivers, and came to one of the sources.

Immediately afterwards, he found the source, and it turned out that it was a story about immortals discussed in a tavern.

A young man was holding a wine glass, bragging to a few of his cronies:

"You don't know that at that time, the fairy was just a few steps away from me, and the wine in the jar was full with a light wave."

"Have you ever drank good wine? Smell this nose lightly, yo, that's called a fragrance!"

"..."

Let go of this thread.

Wei Yi looked at the countless lines in a blink of an eye, and he understood a lot.

He looked at the thickest threads, and an inexplicable light seemed to flash in his eyes, and then he said softly:

"Always remember, there will be reverberations."

"All the threads are the thoughts in the hearts of people who have heard of or are related to Pindao."

"Anyone who has intersected with the poor, or has a poor in his heart, will feel it."

"So it is, so it is!"

The more he thought about it, the more he understood, and the more he thought about it, the more he understood. When it came to the end, Wei Yi had a sudden sense of enlightenment.

He already understood the mechanism.

It can be said that anyone who talks about him, or who meets him, will have a thread hanging here the moment he thinks of him in his heart.

Look at this overwhelming thread.

Apparently, the number of people he has known during his travels, and those who have heard his legends, has reached a terrifying number.

of course.

Most of these numbers are false.

It's just that I remember it occasionally, read it to the distance, or tell a story to others.

With just this movement of mind, Wei Yi could feel that no less than thousands of old people were telling stories to their little grandsons by the moonlight or candlelight.

The old man was sitting in the courtyard, gently stroking his grandson's head with his hand, his tone was very soothing and leisurely, which seemed to have a hint of education:

"This immortal is free to come and go. He only has to wear a blue robe. He looks like an ordinary Taoist, but he is actually visiting the world."

"Fate is such a wonderful thing. Child, you must be an upright and kind person in the future. You need to know that there must be celebrations in the family of good deeds."

"Perhaps in the future, it is also possible to be enlightened by the gods."

"..."

And beside him, a child with eyes full of curiosity, curious about everything, was blinking his eyes and listening to his story.

Right at this moment.

Thousands of figures seem to overlap together.

Naturally, Wei Yi would not respond casually to these stories and things used to educate children.

After all, after all, they didn't really want to do anything, they just used it as a story, and then trained the children.

not to mention.

He is a true monk.

If everyone responds, and if anyone reads him, he will give something back, is he a human being or a god?

Even gods wouldn't be so cursing.

The most important thing is that he is only the first to enter the fetal breath, and if he really wants to respond to all of them, he can't do it.

To be honest, now he can only sense it in the dark, and it is impossible to respond to them one by one across thousands of miles with a single thought.

That level is definitely rare in the world.

This is just a threshold. How to develop in the future depends on whether he can go further.

Of course, looking at the countless silk threads, Wei Yi filtered out most of them.

After all, a thread story like this basically has countless births and deaths in an instant, and it doesn't have much effect.

The remaining small part is to go further with his relationship.

These are more than just storytelling.

Because most of these people, one by one, have met him, or met him.

Because I have seen Wei Yi's magical powers, and some of them were even enlightened by Wei Yi himself, so I naturally have a deeper impression of him.

He even felt the fragrance of incense in some of the threads.

Obviously, it is unknown how many people enshrined him in the longevity ranking at home.

My mind moved slightly.

He only saw one inexplicable scene after another reflected in his mind.

Only one figure, old or young, was seen among them, holding three incense sticks in front of him as offerings, chanting:

"Bless the gods, bless the gods."

"The immortal of Fuhu blesses us to travel all the way."

"The Immortal blesses our family safe and sound, and we will offer incense and kowtow to you during festivals."

"..."

Fortunately, some just worship at home.

Even in some of the scenes, Wei Yi even saw large-scale sacrificial scenes.

The offering of the three animals is like worshiping the gods.

Even such a large-scale sacrificial ceremony is not only in one place.

Many places where Wei Yi once left behind legends and killed demons, there are such legends.

Even more outrageous.

He even saw many places in Qingzhou in the dark, and made him a golden body and put him into the temple.

Gently twist it in front of him with your hand.

"Wow~"

He could only see dots of fine silver sand being crushed out in his hands in the space that was originally empty.

Feeling the pure idea of ​​incense in the silver sand, Wei Yi felt dumbfounded for a while:
"This... this is really incense power."

"I don't know if I don't look at it. I was shocked when I saw it. I didn't expect that there are more than a dozen incense temples in Pindao."

He really didn't expect such a thing to happen.

Although he went out for many years in a row in the past few years, and almost followed Pingyang City, Qingyang City, Zishan City, Baiyun Mountain and then circled around Qingzhou, almost sweeping away the demons.

But he really didn't want to be a fairy.

Of course, at his level, he is almost no different from the gods that people imagined in a broad sense.

But having said that, even though he doesn't want to be a god, let alone actively seek some kind of incense power.

But the problem is that people have already made a golden body for him, and invited him into the temple, can he let others push the temple?

Can only go with them.

The big deal is that I don't care much about him, and gradually let people forget about it.

At this time, Wei Yi has naturally become familiar with some abilities of his fetal breath realm.

Filter out what has no effect on him.

Those who kowtow to him and offer incense are also filtered out.

It's okay to filter out those who talk about him.

In the end, there was a silk thread with a hint of Xuesha red and black in the white, which was connected from a distance.

What is there to say?

"The boss can't remember who came to give the gift, but he can definitely remember who didn't come to give the gift!"

It is also suitable to change here.

Just kidding, after he was promoted to Fetal Breath, it would take him a while to study the abilities he controlled, as well as magical spells.

This time is equivalent to a consolidation process, which is generally used to consolidate the realm.

Normally, it's okay for others to use his fairy tales to coax children, and it's fine to brag to others.

He doesn't want to pay attention to these.

Even if it is a little more powerful, he doesn't care if he kowtows and burns incense to provide him with incense and mind power.

After all, he didn't want to be a clay sculpture fairy either.

There's nothing wrong with these.

However, people who have different malicious intentions towards him, and even have bad intentions, don't they become lice on the bald man's head?

Also as just said.

He doesn't care about the silk threads that he admires in his heart, but if he scolds him in his heart, or even wants the thread that is not good for him, then he must give them retribution.

I really thought my knife was bad!
When thinking of this, Wei Yi's mind moved slightly, and in the next moment, a thought spanned thousands of miles.

Following this black and red silk thread that has malice towards him, one senses the source of the malice.

And at the next moment, he in the real world swiped his hands casually, and then a small scarecrow appeared in his hands.

A trace of breath entangled in it.

Then use the golden scissors to cut the scarecrow fiercely!
"Stab!"

……

the other side.

On the banks of the big river in Qingyang City.

Two dark-looking figures in black robes stood on one of the high mountains, quietly looking at the river in the distance.

And just at this moment, a tortoise, which seemed to be three or four meters in size, was cruising up and down the river with a stone tablet on its back.

It seems to be an official who patrols the place.

One of them had a gloomy complexion, and at first glance he looked like some kind of ruthless black-robed man looking at Jiang He with a strange smile:

"Jie Jie Jie Jie... I didn't expect there to be such a spiritual creature in this river."

"Hundreds of years of practice, the pure flesh and blood really made the old man feel excited and trembling."

Hearing this, the man in black with a very pure aura on the other side frowned and reminded:
"Master, don't be arrogant."

"We came out this time only to track down the black water mysterious snake. The master has already explained it, so we don't want to make extra troubles."

"What's more, here in Qingzhou City, many practitioners have left traces here. Once they go too far, I'm afraid it will be difficult to end."

Listening to his voice, it seems that he himself is not too old, and he has a very young feeling.

Hearing the nephew's words, the man in black didn't change a bit.

Not only that.

His eyes became even more greedy:
"How could the old man let go of such an excellent medicine of flesh and blood."

"This kind of flesh and blood medicine that has been cultivated for hundreds of years without transforming spirits is almost rare, and even the black water snake can't match it."

"If the old man can devour it, it will be more useful than blood sacrifices to hundreds of innocent souls, and further progress is just around the corner."

When he said this, his whole person became excited:

"Jie Jie Jie Jie..."

"Once the old man's 12th Yuanchen god and demon are refined, then the old man will be first-class in the world from now on."

"Who dares not give this old man some face?"

"Leaving aside the patriarch who hasn't been born for many years, who is the old man afraid of now?"

When he said this, he stared fiercely at the nephew next to him, and a substantial killing intent enveloped him:

"The reason why I brought you out is to let you learn more, not to let you dictate beside the old man."

"You are just one of the Gu worms who survived this generation. The old man thought that after so many companions died, you should understand the preciousness of life."

Feeling the murderous look on his body, the young man was sure that if he really said another word, he would be gone tonight.

This is a real warning.

I didn't say it to scare him!

Nodding his head, feeling the disappearing murderous aura, Bai Jue heaved a sigh of relief.

Looking at the uncle beside him whose heart has been taken over by greed, Bai Jue couldn't help reminding:

"Uncle, this is the site of the Five Rampant Temple, should we go elsewhere?"

"What's more, the Blackwater Profound Snake was injured by us and has already entered this big river. If he takes the opportunity to escape, will it miss the important event of the master?"

When he said this, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and then said cautiously:
"Furthermore...and even though the mysterious tortoise in this river has practiced for hundreds of years, its flesh and blood have been fully trained."

"But now he is also sealed by someone, and he must have made great progress in cultivation. If we take him, will we have an enmity with that Taoist priest?"

"That Taoist leader wiped out the monsters in Qingyang City for thousands of miles, and his skills are unfathomable."

"The one who sealed it himself, uncle, do you want to stop thinking about it?"

Looking sideways at Bai Jue, the old man with bones said in that gloomy voice:
"You don't have to worry about these things."

"Wu Rampant Temple is now closed, and no one will come out at this time."

"What's more, the Black Water Profound Snake has already been absorbed by the old man with [-]% of its flesh and blood, so it can't run far with such a serious injury."

When he said this, he took a meaningful look at Jiang He in front of him:

"Although our Nether Bone Sect is called an evil way, we are not afraid of the so-called righteous people."

"As for the so-called Daoist Fengzheng and so on, it's just a child's trick."

"Even if you don't say it, the old man will have to deal with this trouble. Cutting the weeds does not remove the roots, and the spring breeze blows and regenerates."

"Since someone has sealed it, let the two of them get together next time."

"On the old man's Twelve-Chen God and Demon Banner, there is just one wronged soul missing, so I just use it to make up for the number of one hundred and two."

However, just as he picked up a white bone banner, before he had time to make some movements, a great terror suddenly descended.

Followed by.

Before the Bone Mage could say anything, a bloodstain appeared on his forehead.

"Uh……"

The whole person perishes quickly.

Even the 12th Yuanchen Demon God Banner was slowly decaying and shattering.

This happened too suddenly.

When Bai Jue realized it, the bone-boned old man had already turned into a bone that had rotted to the extreme.

Seeing this sudden scene, Bai Jue could only feel a chill, from the soles of his feet straight to the top of the sky:
"hiss……"

Looking at the way his uncle died, he felt hairy all over his body, and cold sweat involuntarily wet his clothes from his back:
"The same way of death as the ghost old devil."

At this moment, he thought of the silent generation of ghost mages who also died silently.

However, at this moment, not only was he not excited to solve the case, but he was plunged into an inexplicable panic.

Silent for a long time.

Seeing that he was not robbed, Bai Jue turned into a cloud of black smoke and ran towards the distant mountains and forests without daring to stop for a moment.

For a while, even the bone of the bone old devil was attached, and he didn't restrain himself.

And just after he left, he had been patrolling the surrounding mountains and rivers, and the old turtle who was protecting the environment and the people suddenly stopped.

Immediately afterwards, he waved his claws and fished out a big black snake from a cave.

Feeling that there was no miasma of injustice on this black snake, the old turtle coiled him on his back, slid his limbs, and swam towards the depths of the river.

"Crash..."

After a while, only a faint shadow was left on the long river.

the other side.

Wei Yi, who had finished casting the Book of Seven Arrows, opened his eyes and sighed:

"Originally, what kind of person did Pindao think he was, but he had such fierce malice towards Pindao."

"It's a bit of a waste that feelings are just an evil person with a bad brain."

"Forget it, let's treat it as punishing evil and promoting good."

Shaking his head and looking at Gao Tian in the distance, Wei Yi closed his eyes, and once again his mind was immersed in the altar.

(End of this chapter)