Under one person: I, Zhang Zhiwei, the arrogant Zhang.

Chapter 745: Using supreme means to change fate

Silver electric light flowed on Zhang Zhiwei's hands. "Bad luck" was half dead, almost turned into charcoal, and lightning was spewing out of his seven orifices.

However, he was not dead yet, and had not even lost consciousness. He was looking at Zhang Zhiwei with disbelief on his face.

He couldn't accept this scene. He was a senior member of the list and had experienced many big scenes. However, in such a weak place, he fell inexplicably and was crushed in this way.

Zhang Zhiwei held the one-horned demon in one hand and the little boy who had become his follower in the other hand, and turned to walk towards Zhang Zhiwei's real body.

The current incarnation is composed of thunder magic and has strong combat power, but is weak in other aspects.

The matter of that boy still needs to be handled by the main body.

"Let's see if we can save him!" he thought to himself.

In fact, when he noticed the abnormality in the power of faith just now, the boy had already been converted into his follower. The matter was done, and the subsequent whispers only magnified the evil in his heart.

The incarnation carried the two people to the beach, threw them on the sand, and then turned into a flash of lightning and returned to his original body.

On the beach, the boy was unconscious, and he still maintained the hideous red devil form.

The red unicorn demon fell to his knees, with all the muscles in his body trembling as if he were electrified.

He opened his mouth wide, spewing tree-shaped lightning. One could imagine how much lightning had been poured into his body.

He wanted to run away, but the thunder in his body made every muscle in his body out of his control, and he couldn't even stand up.

"call!"

Zhang Zhiwei let out a long breath, finished breathing, turned his head and first looked at the unicorn demon, then turned his gaze to the boy.

He stretched out his hand, and golden light burst out from his palm, pulling the boy in and floating him in front of him.

He placed his hand on the boy's forehead, probed his Qi into his body, and began to look for the cause.

As soon as the Qi entered, he discovered that there was no Qi in the boy's Dantian, and many meridians in his body were blocked. According to the Eastern Qi training system, he did not have Qi and was not considered an extraordinary person.

But his body is very different from that of ordinary people. The density of his bones and internal organs is very high, especially his heart, which is more than three times larger than that of ordinary people. It beats strongly and continuously supplies blood to the body.

At the same time, Zhang Zhiwei also noticed that the blood in his body was as viscous as mercury. This mercury-like blood was transported to all parts of his limbs by the heart that was as powerful as a water pump.

"Although I haven't practiced cultivation and haven't obtained Qi, the energy is hidden in my blood."

"Blood flows through the heart throughout the body, and then mutates and strengthens itself as a whole."

"This kind of energy... Strictly speaking, it can also be considered as Qi, but it is not carried by Dantian and meridians, but by blood and blood vessels."

"I remember when Zhang Chulan used the Divine Spirit on Lu Linglong during the Nathan Island plot, but it didn't work. I just thought it was mysterious at the time, but now I understand a little bit."

"The gods can organize Qi into its original form without any means, but they cannot eliminate the effects that Qi has already caused."

"It's just like the Tang Sect's Qi poison. The gods can remove the Qi part, but they can't remove the poison part."

"And this current energy is like a kind of Qi poison, or in other words, a poison that acts on the blood."

"The moment you are struck, it permanently changes certain structures of your body. In this case, the gods and spirits naturally have no way to undo it."

"In this case."

Zhang Zhiwei thought of Lu Linglong, which meant that Lu Linglong might never become as cute and lovely as before.

In other words, that devilish look was her true face.

Even if one day she turns back to her original form, it is just a disguise, a control over her own abilities. Her true appearance is still the horned demon.

Just like that low-level member of the list called "evil disease".

Normally, "Evil Disease" can maintain a human form, but after being seriously injured, his strength is greatly reduced, and he can no longer control his body to change into a human appearance, and can only exist as a monster.

"So, there's no hope?"

Zhang Zhiwei probed his Qi and spirit into the boy's body, repeatedly checking the situation.

He was acutely aware that there was something inside the boy, and he could hear evil whispers.

This is not normal, but that thing is not a ghost, nor does it come from the inner demon. It is more like...

Zhang Zhiwei thought about it and concluded that it was more like a kind of subjectivity that had been polished to the extreme, or in other words, a derivative of a certain subjectivity.

And this subjectivity that has been polished to the extreme is a kind of evil, an extreme evil that comes from the heart and is not affected by any external factors.

Is it possible for such extreme subjectivity to exist? Zhang Zhiwei thought about it and concluded that it is very likely to exist.

There are good people and bad people in this world.

A gentleman judges by deeds, not by heart; what distinguishes good from evil is behavior, not character.

But subjective polishing is to eliminate all influences of external things and polish the truest heart.

This original mind is the Tao.

Everyone’s original intention is different, and their Tao is also different. The Tao that can be spoken of is not the eternal Tao.

Just like the compassionate Xiao Zizai, he has always been troubled and tormented by his own desire to kill.

As for whether his desire to kill comes from the influence of his inner demons or his true nature, it is unknown at the moment.

If it comes from false thoughts, then he must overcome them, eliminate these false thoughts, and leave his original heart. This is to polish the subjectivity and also to practice Taoism and meditation.

If it comes from his heart, then he will kill. For him, killing is practicing Taoism, which is the Zen he wants to meditate on.

This is the practice of Zen.

And if Xiao Zizai's original intention is the latter, then after he reaches a certain level, the subjectivity he has honed will be extremely murderous.

Since there has been killing, it is not surprising that some people’s natures are greedy, jealous, violent, etc. After all, it is a widely circulated saying that human nature is evil.

An idea suddenly popped into Zhang Zhiwei's mind.

The Buddha was a wise man and an enlightened one, so the subjectivity he polished, the sects he left behind, and even the people who converted to him, were all pursuing wisdom and enlightenment.

The founder of Taoism was a person of purity and inaction, so Taoism pursues purity and inaction.

When Taoists and Buddhists accept disciples, they both emphasize fate, fate with Buddha or fate with Taoism.

Perhaps, this fate depends on whether one's own subjectivity is similar to that of the Buddha. The higher the degree of similarity, the greater the fate.

As for qualifications, that is another consideration.

“Perhaps, I am destined to be with Tao?”

Zhang Zhiwei muttered to himself, and then thought, if a sect left by a person who is subjectively evil, then does it pursue evil? This is the origin of cults. "So, that kind of whisper is actually a kind of subjective mischief?"

“This subjectivity may not necessarily be a person who practices cultivation as I speculated. It may even be a collection of some kind of consciousness.”

"But no matter what, it should be a powerful subjective consciousness that will subtly influence its converts."

"And the boy's demonic form is the result of this subjective consciousness."

With this thought, Zhang Zhiwei knew how to deal with this boy. He just needed to get rid of the evil subjective consciousness in him.

Zhang Zhiwei's eyes were boiling with golden flames, and he pushed the Divine Eye to its extreme.

Afterwards, he used the ability of the blue hand and began to meticulously search for the subjective strand of "evil" residing in the boy's body.

This is not easy. Subjectivity is not the soul. It is a kind of thinking consciousness that is equal to the objectivity and is deeply rooted in the boy's soul.

Most people simply can't find this kind of thing, and even if they do, they can't deal with it.

However, it is not difficult for Zhang Zhiwei.

With his full efforts in searching, he soon found the malicious thought lurking deep in the boy's soul.

It lay dormant in the depths of the boy's soul, so perfectly integrated with certain emotions in his soul that it was almost impossible to separate it.

Zhang Zhiwei was silent for a while, then he spread out his hands, and a wisp of blue-green Samadhi Fire rose from his palms.

The Three True Fires is a life-giving fire that burns the spirit and soul, and it can even burn the inner demons to death.

The inner demon is a product born from subjective consciousness under the interference of objective factors.

If you can burn away the inner demons, you can naturally burn away your subjective opinions as well.

However, if you want to use the Samadhi True Fire to achieve this, you must first find this trace of malice. If you can't find it, then there is naturally nothing you can do. You can't burn the entire soul.

With a target in mind, Zhang Zhiwei condensed the Samadhi Fire at his fingertips and pointed it at the boy's forehead.

The Samadhi True Fire immediately surged into the boy's upper elixir, entered the depths of his soul, penetrated one corner, and enveloped the ball of malice and the surrounding souls.

That ball of malice had actually been integrated into the boy's soul, without distinction between you and me, but Zhang Zhiwei burned it all away in a quick and decisive way.

The soul has a strong ability to recover. If part of it is burned, it may be weak for a period of time, but as long as the soul does not disperse, with his blue hand holding it and nurturing it in the body for a period of time, it can still recover.

Under the burning of the Samadhi True Fire, the boy's eyelids trembled and veins bulged all over his body.

From his perspective, in his originally dark consciousness, a figure with golden light emitting from his body and surrounded by lightning appeared.

The figure flicked his finger and a spark popped out. The spark fell, and in an instant, the spark could start a prairie fire, and the surrounding darkness was instantly ignited.

Under the burning flames, he seemed to hear a shrill scream, and then the whispers that kept echoing in his mind stopped.

The whole world became quiet, with only the sound of the ebb and flow of the tide in his ears. He felt a long-lost peace and tranquility.

In this tranquility, he slowly fell asleep.

Zhang Zhiwei looked at the boy in front of him. Although the evil subjectivity that was parasitic in his body had disappeared, his transformed body did not return to its previous appearance.

"The spiritual issues have been resolved, now it's time to resolve the physical issues."

Compared with the problems on the soul, the problems on the body are not worth mentioning. Zhang Zhiwei directly used his red hand to transform his body and turned it back to its previous appearance.

As for the energy in the boy's blood, Zhang Zhiwei preserved it for him and did not expel it.

After eliminating the subjective energy filled with malice, this energy has become very pure. With the blessing of this energy, the boy will become very strong, as if he was born with supernatural powers.

"As the Tao Te Ching says, 'Misfortune is the root of blessing, and blessing is the root of misfortune.' This is a disaster for him, but also an opportunity."

Zhang Zhiwei held the boy at the waist with one hand and looked at the red unicorn-horned demon.

Seeing that Zhang Zhiwei had turned his relatives into normal people, he was shocked. He clearly felt that the connection between him and his relatives was broken.

"The follower is not dead, but the connection is broken. Moreover, the follower has turned back into an ordinary person. How is this possible? Who is this guy in front of me?"

He looked at Zhang Zhiwei who was slowly walking towards him with a look of horror, and wanted to speak, but the lightning running through his body made him only make "doudoudou" sounds when he opened his mouth.

A big foot enlarged in front of his eyes. The foot was wearing cloth shoes, but the soles of the shoes were not wet even though the beach was ankle-deep.

Then, he was lifted up by a big hand holding his head.

"List?"

A faint voice sounded in his ears.

He was stunned for a moment and his expression became agitated. He was very puzzled. Although the Directory was an organization, it was extremely secretive and not many people knew about it. Why would a native of a foreign country know about it?

Zhang Zhiwei had no intention of interrogating the other person. He placed one hand on the other person's crown and searched his soul.

After quickly reviewing his memories, Zhang Zhiwei frowned. What this guy had done was simply too numerous to describe. Killing him would be too easy for him.

However, he did not find any information about the organization "The Directory" from this person's memory. It's not that there was no information, but that there was a powerful ban that hid this part of the memory.

Zhang Zhiwei was not surprised by this result. Many magicians in the West can use "Legend of the Condor Heroes". If they don't put on a few layers of restrictions, not to mention keeping it secret, even their underwear will be stripped off.

Zhang Zhiwei did not try to break the ban. He simply burned away the part of his soul that was occupied by evil.

This man was different from the previous boy. He was more immersed in it, and this Samadhi Fire directly burned his entire soul.

He fell powerlessly on the beach, no longer breathing, but he still maintained his devilish shape, which was his true appearance.

Zhang Zhiwei was the one who only cared about the killing and not the burial. He carried the boy back.

Not long after he left, two figures, one tall and one short, appeared on the beach.

The two men stared down at the one-horned demon at their feet.

"I didn't expect to meet a heretic here. I was wondering how you suddenly came up with this idea. It turns out that you smelled the scent of a heretic. However, we were too late. He was already dead."

Butler Walter kicked the corpse of the unicorn demon and said with a teasing look on his face.

Akado leaned down and touched the horn on the one-horned demon's head.

"There is still a strong force of thunder in his body. This kind of power... I am very familiar with it. He is the guy who stopped me from a distance last time. Here he comes."

He grinned and laughed: "Hahahaha…he's coming here…I can feel it, he's nearby…hahahaha…"

While laughing, he inexplicably recalled the scene four hundred years ago when he was tied to the execution platform. When the executioner was about to execute him, he prayed for conversion to "evil" with full of resentment.

(End of this chapter)