Zongman: Is this how it’s sewn?

Chapter 71 069. Six Paths of Reincarnation
In a rental house in Tokyo, a middle-aged man with dark circles under his eyes was typing heavily on the keyboard. He didn't expect that he would encounter a hacker while cheating. What a disaster.

【Do you want to experience the true meaning of life and want to truly live? 】

[yes/or/no]

The man was a little stunned. He was studying programming, and the other party had basically taken over his computer. It seemed that he didn't need to find a way to gain permission. What was this?
"The true meaning of life?" The man smiled bitterly. Isn't the true meaning of life to be deceived into marriage, squeezed dry of everything, and then let it go to the end?
When the man clicked yes, his eyes went dark and fragments of memories kept emerging. He was a descendant of Yalu who died in the battle during the Edo period of Japan. He experienced an inglorious childhood. He learned to read with his talent and accidentally followed a daimyo across the ocean to the Ming Dynasty to visit Yangmingzi.

He encountered a storm at sea and Daimyo died. When he insisted on reaching Daming, Yangmingzi had already sacrificed his life for the Ming Dynasty. He returned to his country with a book on the School of Mind given by Yangmingzi's disciples.

In his later years, he studied the philosophy of mind and achieved the constant state of Buddhahood. He was unwilling to die in this way. From Yangmingzi's idea that the essence of the mind is the principle of heaven, he discovered that everyone has the confidence to become a saint as this semi-saint said.

“Is it the Six Paths of Reincarnation, or the Corpse Reincarnation of the Eastern Jin Dynasty?” The man’s originally colorless eyes burst into brilliance, usurping the will of heaven to resist the invitation from the Lord God.

In a moment, the man read all the memories in his body, mobilized the biomagnetic field with his mind to communicate with electromagnetics, broke through the information network built by modern human society, and locked the location of Xu Zhenqing and Eri.

"Tsukuyomi no Mikoto, no, it should be Tsukuyomi reincarnation, otherwise there would be no such means." The man was a little dazed. In his perspective, there were traces of some reincarnated people like himself.

Xu Zhenqing felt like he was being spied on. He glanced at the camera, removed his personal information protection, and muttered to himself, "Who are you?"

When the man "heard" Xu Zhenqing's voice, he broke out in a cold sweat. He had not "seen" Xu Zhenqing just now.

"Are you the senior who sent me the invitation letter?" the man asked cautiously.

"What is the six realms of reincarnation?"

The man was startled upon hearing this, speculating that this might be a recently appeared saint. He then explained, "Legend has it that Yangmingzi obtained the One-Cornered Immortal Plate, and this organization is recorded in the classics of the School of Mind. They primarily operate in Southeast Asia and are considered spontaneous. Members of the organization will reincarnate to extend their lifespans."

"What about the Eastern Jin Dynasty's Corpse Reincarnation Immortal?"

The man continued, "After Earth entered the Dharma Ending Age, some Qigong practitioners from the pre-Qin period embarked on the Ancient Starry Sky Road. The remaining powerful cultivators chose to form the Reincarnation Seal, hoping to live a second life and survive the Dharma Ending Age. This practice was particularly popular during the Eastern Jin Dynasty. However, as Earth's environment deteriorated further, the environment that could accommodate corpse-transmutation immortals disappeared, and this school of thought died out."

"Then what is the reincarnation of Tsukuyomi?"

The man frowned, realizing that this senior wasn't from the Japanese spiritual world. He then continued, "Tsukuyomi was a powerful cultivator from ancient times, but he failed to form the Samsara Seal. However, he didn't die, and he survived until the Edo period when he chose to reincarnate."

"I need to make a copy of your memory, is that possible?"

"Senior, please forgive me for not being able to agree."

Without forcing anything, Xu Zhenqing removed the veil of heaven's will and said calmly, "If you can achieve the state of knowing all things and benefiting the world with your virtue, walking sideways without drifting, being content with heaven and knowing your destiny, being at peace with your land and cultivating benevolence, then I will not make things difficult for you in this state."

Thunder rumbled from the sky, and the power was usurped again and again. The will of heaven was angry and sent down a thunder disaster.

The man sighed. The senior didn't want to take him in as a dog, but wanted him to be content with his lot and not cause trouble.

Looking at the watch on his body, the man knew that he could not escape the control of this so-called Lord God, and the most urgent task now was to survive the thunder tribulation.

"I have read about various methods of dealing with thunder tribulations. It is not difficult to overcome them. I would like to ask for your advice, Senior."

The heavenly tribulation missile was activated and bombarded wildly. The man's constantly sublimating temperament was interrupted. He spat out a mouthful of blood, formed a blood seal to resist the heavenly tribulation missile, and was confused in his heart: "It shouldn't be like this, wasn't it a tentative thunder at first? Why did it change to a new type?" The whole Tokyo was caught in the thunder tribulation. The master of the Biyou Palace, who had just arrived in Tokyo, changed his expression slightly. When did the heavenly tribulation become so modern? It was not mentioned in the classics of the predecessors.

A member of the Divine Assembly jumped out and said to the man who was undergoing the tribulation from a distance: "Senior, please move to the sea!"

The already depressed man heard an ant dare to speak to him like that, and he shouted coldly: "Baga, I can pass the tribulation wherever I want, and you, a junior, don't have to interfere."

"Senior, we are all civilians here."

"Then I will go to the Imperial Palace and use the Imperial Palace's formation to overcome the tribulation."

Shen Ji was dumbfounded. It would be better if some civilians died.

"Senior, please feel free to ask for anything you need, and Shenji will do its best to satisfy you."

"I need the blessing of national destiny. I don't need much, just two or three layers will be enough."

An old Yin-Yang master who arrived almost vomited blood when he heard this. Losing two or three levels of national fortune would almost mean facing a disaster of national destruction.

The man felt the national destiny of Longchang and originally only wanted one layer, but this national destiny was connected with the United States and the quality was too poor, so he said a little more to be on the safe side.

National destiny is actually the will of the country, similar to the will of the earth, but on a smaller scale and more dependent on the power of humanity.

This old monster wants to use the country's fortune to offset the heavenly calamity, which is also a common way to overcome the calamity.

National fortune can also assist in spiritual cultivation, that is, official positions and titles, which are similar to God's love, and can consume national fortune to accelerate cultivation.

"Senior, please think about your ex-wife and your lovely little daughter." The leader of Shenji threatened.

"Go ahead and kill it. It won't dirty my hands." The old monster spat out a strange fish, which was a shikigami connected to life. The strange fish swam in the thunder tribulation, absorbing the power of thunder.

When the old monster broke through the outer formation of the Japanese royal palace, he escaped into a secret realm.

Having once been an official in Japan, the old monster was very familiar with these things. He casually took out the folding fan that had been stored in it. This was his magic weapon, Liuxia Wenyang.

The folding fan is made of silk, with unknown animal bones as the fan ribs. When it is opened, there is a mud-covered willow branch on it, and a short poem is written on it.

Worry brings bitter rain, and the world sighs in vain. There is no time to appreciate the spring scenery, and how can the willow trees make it difficult to sleep?

Holding the folding fan, the old monster's expression gradually calmed down. It was thanks to this folding fan that he was not disturbed by evil spirits in his later years.

Although this natural calamity was strange, the old monster thought that his means were sufficient to resist it.

When thousands of lightning bolts were scattered, the willow branches in the folding fan seemed to come alive, growing taller in the wind and becoming thirty feet long. They whipped towards the lightning bolts, either like a knife or a stick.

(End of this chapter)