Chapter 574: The Harvest of Soul Searching, Aunt Lan Inquires About the Identity of the Demon Ape

Outside the alley full of bullet holes, a light truck was speeding.

Commander Zhang of Wen County was sitting in the passenger seat, while the guards were driving the car.

In the truck compartment, there were seven or eight guards holding machine guns, all of them looked terrified, and some were even shaking.

To be able to serve as the commander's guards, they were all good soldiers in the army, had seen blood and been on the battlefield, but it was the first time they had seen a situation like the one just now.

Four old men dressed as Taoist priests suddenly rushed into their guards and began to kill people everywhere.

Some of their people were shooting, and some were fighting with bayonets, but it was useless. These old Taoist priests were simply invulnerable to swords and guns. When bullets and bayonets hit them, nothing happened except a clang.

Not only that, when they made a move, they only threw out a piece of yellow paper, but the power was not small, explosions, lightning, and wind blades as sharp as knives, which made people unable to defend themselves. It was simply a heavenly official descending to the earth, and gods descending to the earth.

How can people fight gods? So before long, a large number of soldiers collapsed and fled.

Originally, their commander was unwilling to retreat and was still leading the charge, but suddenly, the commander gave up, got on the light truck, and took them away.

Commander Zhang held the Mauser pistol in his hand, with a nervous face, muttering in a low voice, Taoist priests, go away, Taoist priests, don't chase me, etc.

But suddenly, a tall young Taoist priest suddenly appeared in front of the light truck.

With a "bang", the light truck had no time to react and crashed into it.

The tall figure was as stable as a mountain, motionless.

The light truck jumped up high due to the collision, the bumper was broken, the front hood of the car was twisted and deformed, and the soldiers in the car were even more crooked and messy.

The violent collision made the driver panic. His face was full of panic, his eyes were full of bloodshot, and he stepped on the accelerator frantically, and the light truck made a dull roar.

"Pah!"

A big hand broke the car window glass and suddenly reached in. With five fingers spread out, it grabbed his head firmly, pulled him out of the driver's seat, and threw him aside casually.

The driver fell to the ground and rolled for a few rounds. He subconsciously grasped the gun at his waist, but suddenly a suffocating feeling came to him like a tide. His intuition told him that if he drew his gun, something extremely terrible would happen.

It was obvious that the overly tall young Taoist priest in front of him was the same as the old Taoist priests who were like heavenly officials before.

People still have to have awe...The driver stared deeply at the tall Taoist priest with his back to him, and then ran away without looking back.

But not everyone was as sensible as the driver. In the car, several guards chose to shoot in panic.

The black muzzle of the gun was aimed at Zhang Zhiwei, and the exploding fire snake poured out.

Dense bullets like rain hit him, and the low hum of metal and iron continued to sound, and the fire splashed like flowers.

After firing a round of bullets, Zhang Zhiwei was unscathed, his clothes were not even dirty, and there were a lot of flattened brass bullet cakes on the ground.

This scene was so exaggerated that they wanted to run, but they didn't have time to move. A faint golden light flashed by.

The guards who had just fired the gun had a blood mark on their necks that was invisible to the naked eye.

The blood mark was gradually expanding, like a slow motion.

It was not until it expanded to a certain critical point that it suddenly burst into blood.

A fountain-like column of blood rushed up from the neck, and several heads fell to the ground, hitting the floor of the carriage with a dull sound.

The few guards who did not fire the gun stared at this scene blankly until they were splashed with blood on their faces by the falling "fountain". For a while, panic was boiling.

"Everyone has to die. Some are heavier than Mount Tai, some are lighter than a feather, but it shouldn't be this light." Zhang Zhiwei glanced at the guards and said, "God has the virtue of loving life. I am not a murderer."

"…………"

The few remaining guards looked at the blood all over the carriage, the heads rolling on the ground, and the headless bodies lying in the carriage, still spewing blood. They felt an urge to spit it out.

But looking at the Taoist priest in front of them who was as strong as a mountain, the urge was still an urge and did not turn into action.

"Take out the things!" Zhang Zhiwei stretched out his hand to Commander Zhang.

Commander Zhang tightly grasped the Mauser pistol in his hand. His shooting skills were very accurate. It was not an exaggeration to say that he was a sharpshooter, but he did not dare to draw his gun.

"What...what is it!"

Zhang Zhiwei did not explain. He stretched out his hand and a blue light dotted on his forehead. Commander Zhang was shocked and stopped moving.

After casually flipping through the other person's memory, Zhang Zhiwei found that this person had captured many living people to feed the woman in red skirt. His eyes flashed, and he poked his head with one finger.

Then, he took out a palm-sized paper man from the man's neck.

When he caught it in his hand, the paper man was still twisting and trying to break free.

"A split soul, just like the one that attacked me last time in Dawang Mountain, but much weaker, with only this little soul power left, almost dead, can she still revive with this?"

Zhang Zhiwei looked at the paper man in his hand over and over again. Normally, if the soul is damaged to this extent, even a Quanzhen Taoist who has cultivated a Yang God will be reduced to ashes and will never survive.

But the paper man in front of him is an exception. Not only is she alive, she is even relying on absorbing the power of nature to recover, but the recovery is very slow.

At the current speed, it will take dozens or even hundreds of years to recover to its peak state.

However, if it is fed with the soul of a living person, this time can be greatly shortened.

"No wonder Master said that she always came back after being killed many times by the Tianshi Mansion. In the end, they had to seal her. It turned out that she relied on this."

Zhang Zhiwei did not try to burn the paper man.

In his opinion, the other party's method was somewhat similar to the Horcrux in Western alchemy. A part of the soul was separated and stored somewhere in a special way. With this part of the soul, even if the body died, it could slowly recover with this part of the soul.

The reason for this is mainly because the soul has a strong recovery ability. The flesh will not grow again after the limbs are broken, but the soul is different. As long as it does not collapse, it can always recover, including memory. It is nothing more than the speed of recovery.

For example, Ma Xianhong had his soul modified and his memory deleted many times, but his own memory was still recovering bit by bit, and the wrong memory was corrected.

At the Luotian Grand Ceremony, the one named Xiao Xiao broke up his own soul. As long as it was not erased, it could be restored by rubbing it together. This shows the recovery of the soul.

It can be said that the soul is very fragile. If it collapses, it will be gone. The soul is also very tenacious. As long as it does not collapse, it can always recover.

Horcruxes, an alchemy, can store the soul in a vessel without collapse, so the dark devils in the West can be reborn again and again.

The woman in the red dress can absorb the power of heaven and earth to keep her soul from collapsing, so she can also slowly recover with the help of such a paper man.

Unless all the avatars she left behind are destroyed, then she will really die.

But who knows how many similar avatars the woman in the red dress left behind?

If this one is destroyed, there may be another one.

In order to solve this matter once and for all, Zhang Zhiwei did not burn it.

He began to use his blue hand to flip through the memories in the avatar of the woman in the red dress, wanting to know what the other party's ability was.

At the same time, he also wanted to know how many avatars she left behind and where they were placed.

Searching the soul is like flipping a book. The past experiences of the woman in the red dress appeared in front of Zhang Zhiwei like a book.

However, perhaps because the soul was too severely damaged, the book was severely damaged and the memory was quite incomplete.

Her ability to skip the rituals and cast talismans was not mentioned at all.

Although the method of the soul absorbing the natural energy of heaven and earth was mentioned, it was still very incomplete, but Zhang Zhiwei still understood a little.

Although this method is to absorb the natural power of heaven and earth with the soul, the foundation of practice is still in the body.

In order to practice, some parts of the body must be used as the ritual of Qi to feed back to the soul. After practicing, you can get rid of the physical body.

The principle of practice is similar to that of the Six Treasury Immortal Thief, but it is not the six treasuries that are cultivated, but the seven energy wheels of the human body.

The complexity of the energy wheel is much higher than that of the six treasuries. Although Zhang Zhiwei has never come into contact with the Six Treasury Immortal Thief, judging from the fact that Ruan Feng taught one by one, the difficulty of this method is much higher than that of the Six Treasury Immortal Thief.

However, the difficulty of the practice method is not important to Zhang Zhiwei, the main thing is that it is incomplete.

Although Zhang Zhiwei felt a little sorry about this, that was all, and he did not have any strong emotions such as desire.

If I get it, I'm lucky. If I lose it, I'm doomed. If it's incomplete, I can just complete it, right?

Zhang Zhiwei has always been good at learning from one example. With some of the methods as inspiration, what he deduced might even surpass the original owner.

Of course, this has to be deduced slowly after returning to the mountain.

After checking the memory of the "method", Zhang Zhiwei began to check how many souls the red-skirted woman had separated, but the memory loss was too serious and there was no gain.

Zhang Zhiwei did not give up, increased his efforts, and explored the deepest memory of the red-skirted woman.

What is recorded here is not the method of cultivation, nor the location of her soul, but some pictures of her childhood.

In the picture, there is an old Taoist priest wearing a lotus crown, a Taoist robe washed white, and a face full of immortality.

The old Taoist priest is practicing with the young Taoist priest.

The little Taoist priest was so small, delicate and graceful, following the old Taoist priest with a childish voice, and asked the old Taoist priest:

"Master, Master, what is the purpose of our cultivation?"

The old Taoist priest said gently: "People who cultivate Taoism value life the most. We practice to lift up this world, so that we can be higher than all living things in this world."

"Put a cup of water on the ground, mustard seeds float on the water, and ants float on mustard seeds. They don't know what to do. After a moment, the water dries up, and then they find that the road is open and there is no place they can't go."

"What we Taoists want is not to be those whose hearts are as low as ants, and we must look at the world from a higher place."

The little Taoist priest staggered behind, and kept the old Taoist priest's words in mind-"What we Taoists want is not to be those whose hearts are as low as ants, and we must look at the world from a higher place" and kept practicing it.

Later, she cultivated a strange skill, her soul transformed, and she was higher than ordinary people like ants, reaching a higher realm.

Naturally, she also regarded those ordinary people as ants. It was natural for ordinary people to kill pigs and cattle to eat meat, so why couldn't she eat human souls?

Zhang Zhiwei ended the soul search and opened his eyes to look at the paper man in his hand. The other party did not fully understand and took the old Taoist's teachings out of context, and eventually went astray.

This is actually similar to those Quanxing disciples who misinterpreted Yang Zhu's theory. No wonder they entered Quanxing.

"Transcend the mundane, rise above all things, and look at the world from a higher place!"

Zhang Zhiwei repeated the words of his ancestor and thought it was very reasonable. He has always done this. However, a thousand people have a thousand truths. I just don't know what the master thinks of this sentence?

"After returning to the mountain, ask the master!" Zhang Zhiwei thought to himself and put the paper man away. This thing must also be handed over to the master for disposal.

Zhang Zhiwei returned to Qingyun Temple. The previous fierce battle had almost turned the place into ruins. If you look from a high altitude, you can see large areas of bare land, huge potholes, and mottled bullet marks everywhere.

Only the main hall, the Sanqing Hall, was still intact, but the statue of the Sanqing God inside was shattered.

Zhang Yi, Yi Qian, and everyone from Qingyun Temple were all gathered in the Sanqing Hall. The fragments of the Sanqing statue were swept into the corner by them, and everyone was discussing things.

Zhang Yi first told the people at Qingyun Temple what had happened recently.

The master of Qingyun Temple knew the whole story and quickly called his disciples to salute:

"It turns out that we are in such a dangerous situation. Fortunately, some high-level officials from the general altar came to rescue us. Otherwise, no one in the dozen or so members of Qingyun Temple would have been spared!"

Zhang Yi quickly opened the golden light, pressed it against their knees, and said to the master of Qingyun Temple:

"We are all members of the same family. Junior brother is really acting like this!"

Master Qingyun Temple nodded repeatedly, saying that he was ashamed, ashamed, and failed to take good care of the seal.

At this time, Lan Gu said: "Don't do these vain and fancy things. You can hear them all. Where is Zhang Zhiwei's baby? Why isn't she back? Could something have happened?"

Zhang Yi was speechless.

Yi Qian said: "Don't worry Lan Gu, this guy is very capable and nothing will happen to him."

"Yes, yes, nothing will happen!" Zhang Yi agreed.

"Yeah?"

Lan Gu frowned, then remembered the previous scene in the paper space.

The mighty and arrogant ghost power king was pinned to the ground by a monkey-like demon ape that crossed over from the border. His limbs were torn off, and he was beaten into pulp with a hand hammer made of fists.

Until now, she still hasn't figured out who created the monkey? !

Lan Gu was a Sichuan and Chongqing woman with a fiery temperament, so she couldn't figure it out and asked directly.

People from Qingyun Temple also quickly added some details.

Zhang Yi and Yi Qian looked at each other after listening to their descriptions.

Yi Qian took a breath of cold air: "So evil? Could it be that kid's...then what!"

After the legal examination, Zhang Zhiwei, a big talker, talked about the "National Preceptor".

Even though it was unbelievable, it was justified and they could only believe it.

However, when he suddenly heard that this thing could still be sent out, Yi Qian was still a little unsure.

Zhang Yi narrowed his eyes, thought for a moment, nodded and said: "Listening to his description, I'm afraid it's really that thing."

Lan Gu frowned: "You two are playing riddles. If you have something to say, just say it. If you have anything to say, let it go!"

Yi Qian's face straightened and he pushed Zhang Yi.

Zhang Yi staggered and said quickly: "That monkey-like demon ape should be the mind ape carefully polished by Zhiweina!"

How could Lan Gu believe this kind of answer that seemed like a long-awaited conversation? She glared:

"You're already old, don't criticize me!"