Fist of Fantasy

Chapter 12 God's Entry into the Realm

In the empty sea, the world is scattered, the big ones are like stars, continents, and the small ones are like gravel and dust, gathering and breaking up, changing and changing, just like the fate of life.

The ancestors of all beings on both sides of the strait were born from Jieyuan, and they were the sons of Jieyuan.

In the era when the son of Jieyuan was active, there were very few beings on both sides of the strait, but they were all powerful and powerful, and they could stir up the tides on both sides of the strait with every move. Fate should be astrology.

With the continuation of the reproduction of all beings on both sides of the strait, the descendants of the sons of Jieyuan gradually lost the extraordinary power of their ancestors, and most of them became mortal things.

But all beings on both sides of the strait are born from Jieyuan after all. Once they start to practice, the essence of life is close to the extraordinary level, and in the dark, they will see the phantom of the self-nature Jieyuan.

At this point, the Extraordinary can follow the induction, try to cross the sea in a trance, enter the realm, and enlighten the self-nature.

Seeing it, I know where Jieyuan is.

Got it, understand the method of crossing the sea.

It can do it, practice to protect the foundation of Dao.

Only then did he start to give it a go, set off to Kukai, and enter the realm of the gods.

Liang De suffered a violent operation, saw it in a trance, thought he understood, but in fact he couldn't, but Yuan Tianren and Chang Duanxuan joined forces to push him towards the realm of self-nature. .

Yuan Tianren and Chang Duanxuan received the supernatural powers, their faces were like glass, so transparent that they not only staggered, but also flickered externally, like a black and white TV screen with bad signal.

The two found a quiet courtyard in the school, threw Liang De's body on the floor next to him, and sat cross-legged facing each other under the veranda.

Chang Duanxuan reached into the blue cloth gown, took out a barbecue charcoal stove with iron nets, ignited it with a flick, stretched out his hand to search twice in his arms, and successively placed thick-cut beef, milt, wing, and crispy meatballs Waiting for things, another plate of fried peanuts and a plate of assorted crispy kimchi were placed beside the stove.

Yuan Tianren took out a pot of warm Wujiapi wine from the big sleeve of his Taoist robe, a pair of bone china wine glasses, two shallow flat bowls, two pairs of gold bamboo chopsticks, and two black and white wooden chopstick pillows in the shape of a panda lying on his back. appropriate.

The tempting aroma of grilled food spread quickly.

The two drank and chatted while waiting for Liang Deyuan to come back.

"What self-nature supernatural power do you think this kid can awaken?" Chang Duanxuan asked.

"Hey, who is a decent-born Jieyuan walker who didn't build an ability system before crossing the sea, repeatedly clarifying the self-nature, polishing the will and spirit, and only waiting for the core ability to usher in the sublimation after entering the realm.

This kid has accumulated a tattered primordial spirit, and after listening to your wild fox meditation for a long time, he stumbled into the empty sea and was pushed all the way to the realm of self-nature. I don't think even God knows what he can awaken. "Yuan Tianren picked up the jug and took a sip before pouring himself wine, his old face flushed.

"No, no, God just doesn't know what he wants to awaken, the realm of Baikong allows everything to change, and the realm of self-nature contains all his past information...I guess, I'm afraid it won't come from all his past. Take one thing and turn it into a supernatural power."

"Hahahahaha, let's see if this kid's face is black or white."

……

The empty sea, the edge of the other shore.

Liang De's integrated tattered Yuanshen had landed safely, and the cyan bird boat folded its sails, restored to countless small characters, and submerged into the heart-light dagger transformed by Liang De's Yuanshen.

The spiritual light bloomed, and the heart light dagger was restored to the same body as Liang De himself. With his eyes closed, he lay flat in the center of the self-nature realm, unconscious.

This is an inverted conical floating island that is wide at the top and narrow at the bottom. It is shaped like a giant rock, and the whole body is pure white without any variegation.

Outside the suspended pure white boulder, bright yellow triangular array symbols densely formed a spherical cover, making it impossible for people in this realm to see the outside scene.

After get off work, Liang De is about to leave work.

He is dreaming.

The so-called off-duty time is 01:30 in the middle of the night. A PPT and dozens of web pages are opened on the computer screen at the workstation. There are already hundreds of records in the clipboard. Half of the peanut praline.

Machines are freer than people, and the central air conditioner leaves work on time every day. The air is cloudy and hot, sweaty shirts stick to the back, and the whole body smells sour.

Liang De felt like a ball of vinegared rice stuck to cheap salmon. The conveyor belt sushi restaurant priced 7 yuan a plate, two in total.

Wait a minute, so to speak, the revolving salmon sushi for 7 yuan per plate is a pair of salmon sushi, and I don’t deserve to use it to compare myself without a girlfriend.

The idea just now was really crazy.

I'm sorry, the salmon sushi couple at the conveyor belt sushi restaurant, I have been too rude all along.

Liang De raised his feet, pushed the edge of the desk with his hands, the swivel chair moved back, his knees moved out from under the desk, and he stood up with his legs straight.

I'm a little hungry, I can't finish it in a while, go out to eat something, blow some hair, and smoke a cigarette.

It would be nice to have a smoke alarm that intelligently recognizes cigarette smoke and silences it at the right moment like a good woman.

It's a pity that in Liang De's life, there are neither good girls nor such smart smoke alarms.

Liang De moved his neck and waist, made an ominous rattling sound, took the mobile phone and work card, and took the elevator down to the first floor.

He bought oden and a shrimp triangular rice ball with mayonnaise at the 24-hour 117 convenience store.

Holding the paper bowl, Liang De walked to the mouth of a nearby narrow street, where there was a row of vending machines and trash cans, chewing on konjac shreds and kelp knots.

This extraordinarily tall municipal guard vending machine has four garbage inlets on the lower side and is a new model released in the past two years.

Now the trash cans on the street can only be found at bus stops. Grandpa and aunt are afraid of being fined. They have to prepare a plastic bag in their pockets when they go out. Guys with girlfriends are not helping girls to carry their bags when they go shopping. All they hold in their hands are snack packages and empty milk tea cups.

Liang De is used to coming here on overtime nights to smoke, eat and throw garbage by the vending machine, and finally buy a bottle of drink from the vending machine to express his gratitude.

Enter the random selection process.

Close your eyes and click randomly on the display glass window of the vending machine. It doesn’t matter what you order. It doesn’t matter what you drink.

They're all about the same, all good.

Today's "fortunate" is Wuyi brand rock rhyme tea series, summer-limited Narcissus Oolong, round-shouldered short bottle, 350ml, clear orange.

Liang De unscrewed the bottle cap and took a sip with the aftertaste of tobacco.

The tea taste is very strong, the aftertaste is sweet and refreshing, the fragrance of rock bone flowers, elegant like orchids.

Even though it's just a bottled fast-moving beverage, it's named Narcissus Oolong, but it still tastes a bit better than some brands' spring-limited cherry blossom milk flavor and vitality white peach flavor.

That's great... Although it's not a surprise, it's just okay, everything is okay, that's enough.

In Gu Long's novel, there are two cooks who cook a few dishes and drink a cup after closing every day, enjoying one or two happiest hours of the day. They live because of such one or two hours.

The gap of one or two hours keeps people from suffocating in life.

Liang De was smoking, thinking of those two cooks.

What do they eat after closing? There must be roast beef with salt, roasted wings, fried peanuts... Just drink Wujiapi. It’s strange, why there are such specific and rich associations when they want to eat, Obviously just finished eating rice balls.

"call--"

Smoked out.

The butt of Liang De's cigarette after smoking was very clean, with no white left.

Secondhand smoke suffocates many people, but firsthand smoke is fresh air for many who are about to suffocate.

Some people don't drink or smoke, and they smoke when they drink.

Since graduating from high school, Liang De has insisted on smoking only and not drinking alcohol for the sake of health, so he smokes more heavily.

Three cigarette butts, 15 minutes, the break is almost over.

Liang De sighed, stuffed the last cigarette butt into the bottle with a little tea left on purpose, screwed on the cap and threw away the empty bottle, ready to go back to the company to finish the rest of the PPT.

He thought about it, and bought a double espresso from the vending machine.

What a pain...it should be finished before three o'clock.

At two o'clock in the morning, the elevator goes up.

I'm really sorry, elevator man, I'm too inefficient to ask you to work overtime at such a late hour, I'm so sorry, you stop here and wait for me, just an hour.

At three o'clock in the morning, the elevator was released with pigeons.

……

Liang De woke up.

On the pure white Self Realm, the familiar shadow stood beside him.

Everything around loses its appeal.

Trembling, he stretched out his hand and stroked the place he had touched thousands of times, feeling the familiar temperature.

"Even you have crossed..."

(End of this chapter)