surnamed Wang

In the consciousness space, the scene of Taoyuan Village was displayed.

Taoyuan Village is still the same Taoyuan Village, but there are no villagers in it, only a young man and woman, wearing coarse linen clothes, holding clay figures at a stone table.

Different from Wang Biquan's impression of being decisive in killing, the young man in front of him was more like a gentle scholar, quietly watching the slightly boring scene.

Wang Pingquan asked from the side:

"What are you now, a soul, a memory, or an illusion?"

The young man turned his head and looked directly at the other person. Not to be outdone, the latter also looked back.

It has to be said that this Holy Spirit is indeed handsome, and Wang Pingquan even gave him a strange name in his heart - Male Lu Xiaoxian.

The famous actors in Beijing back then were too beautiful, but the young man in front of him was just right.

The two of them didn't know what they were fighting about. They stared at each other for a long time. Finally, the Holy Spirit touched his chin and said suddenly:

"Do you think I'm handsome?"

Wang Biquan was stunned for a moment, then remembered the words of his master and the ancient gods, nodded and said:
"As expected of me."

The two of them looked at each other and smiled, almost as if they had met each other late.

The Holy Spirit waved away the surrounding illusions and said slowly:

"I can be regarded as part of the will of the previous life. The real Holy Spirit fell thousands of years ago. He became you, and you are him."

"Does that mean you can't help me?" Wang Biquan suddenly grasped the key point.

"I can only help you restore your previous memories. As for the final decision, it all depends on you."

"Choice?"

Wang Biquan was a little confused and wanted to continue asking questions, but the other party was like a puff of smoke.

Darkness came like a tide, and the world that finally regained clarity once again entered chaos. Everything around him quickly became invisible. Wang Biquan couldn't help but recall the feeling of being near death before.

A faint breath came from far and near, insubstantial but familiar, and finally turned into a woman's voice saying in the ear:
"After thousands of years, you have finally reached this point."

Wang Biquan remembered the source of the familiar feeling, bowed respectfully in the direction of the source of the sound and said:

"Thank you, Senior Qingzheng, for saving your life."

When Wang Biquan fought against Ya Liu, he gathered together experts from Jiuyuan, Buddhism and Taoism, and tried their best, but they were still defeated.

When he was about to die, Ya Liu was killed by a mysterious force. The attacker did not show his appearance and only had a few words with him in the conscious space. The other party only called himself "Qing Zheng".

Later, Wang Diquan entered the Shura world and gradually heard about the Holy Spirit. Combining the previous events, he came to a bold guess. The so-called "Qing Zheng" may be the Holy Spirit "Qing Zheng".

Qingzheng did not deny the fact that she saved his life. She still said as before, a voice came out in the darkness:
"are you ready?"

"It's already ready."

"Before I decide, I want to explain to you that the mission of the Holy Spirit is to create and defend the world. Even if Lifang Taibai breaks into the Holy Spirit Realm and kills me, this world will not be destroyed. She will continue to protect this place on my behalf.

If you participate in it, you will drag Yang Cang and the Three Realms into the war, and their fate may be the same as the ancient God Realm thousands of years ago. "

After hearing the woman's serious words, Wang Biquan fell into deep thought, but it only lasted for a while before he raised his head again and said:

"No, you are my savior. How can there be any sense of ungratefulness in the world?"

"I saved you just because you gave me the chance to live. You can just pretend that nothing happened and continue to live your life with peace of mind."

"It still doesn't work. The Holy Spirit is the Holy Spirit. I am me. No matter who among you owes it to whom, it has nothing to do with me. I only know that I owe you my life."

He is as greedy for life and afraid of death as a king in power, and remains stubborn in the face of great right and wrong. It is precisely because of this that his road to peace has not been smooth.Qingzheng couldn't persuade him, so she stopped insisting. A golden light fell, dispelling the surrounding darkness, and the woman showed her figure and said:

"This is the spiritual key that keeps you here. With it, a monk can break through the Holy Immortal and become the Holy Spirit."

Wang Biquan stretched out his hand to catch the ball of light. There was a crackling sound like glass, the ball of light bloomed, the surrounding darkness instantly dispersed, and the world returned to clarity.

He looked at the silver-white key that looked like wood and gold in his hand, and asked:

"Since the spirit key is necessary to become the Holy Spirit, shouldn't Lifang Taibai also have one?"

The woman nodded.

"Where did she come from, or where did we come from?"

The woman looked straight at him and said, "It seems that you have really forgotten everything. The spiritual key is a thing from the beginning. It is rare in quantity and can only be held by the reprinter. He will distribute it according to his preference."

"Who is the reprinter?"

"The Reprinter is older than all existence. He created the Holy Spirit and is the incarnation of the World Tree. Hundreds of thousands of worlds in the world come from him and are based on him."

This was the first time Wang Quan had heard of this person, a being higher than the Holy Spirit. Perhaps even the ancient gods and servants of the Holy Spirit had never heard of him.

He picked up the key and asked:
"How to use this thing?"

"Insert it into the body, and with a little enlightenment, it will naturally become the Holy Spirit."

"So simple?"

Wang Pingquan slapped Xin's doubts on his arm with the key, but there was no response. He stuffed it into his mouth and held it for a while, but there was still no response.

He vomited out doubts and muttered the word "insertion" that the other party said. Suddenly his face changed and he looked at the key in his hand with his eyes wide open, showing hesitation.

The woman said coldly:

"I advise you not to do that."

"You know what I'm going to do?"

"You did it once when you first got the spirit key tens of thousands of years ago. I still don't want to remember that scene."

Wang Pingquan's face immediately turned ugly, his stomach churns, and the woman continued:
"I just said that the Spirit Key can help the Saint Immortal break through the Holy Spirit, but you are not a Saint Immortal at the moment."

Wang Biquan suddenly understood and bowed to the other party again:

"Thank you, senior, for reminding me. I'll go get my cultivation right now. Please wait for me a little longer."

After saying that, without waiting for the other party to reply, the figure disappeared directly into the space of consciousness. Qingzheng stood quietly in the empty world, looking at the place where the other party disappeared, her red lips slightly opened, and she didn't know what she said.

Outside, Wang Biquan opened his eyes, and the stagnant time was restored. Li Changsheng was no longer around, leaving only a red crystal.

Wang Pingquan picked up the stone, and there was a black gold-gilded business card underneath. The three characters Li Changsheng were written in the center, and a series of titles were printed below the business card:

Director and CEO of Tiandi Trading Group, chairman of Qiankun Distribution, and director of Changsheng Tiandi Bank Group.

Wang Pingquan's expression turned grim. It turned out that this old guy had built so many industries, including a bank. It was a shame that he had the nerve to let him pay for a mobile phone.

But speaking of which Changsheng Tiandi Bank is, I seem to have never heard of it. The name is so unlucky, could it be the one that prints underworld banknotes?

He really guessed it right. Except for Qiankun Delivery, one of the other two companies is in the sky and the other is underground. In addition to making money from living people, the old guy doesn't even let go of the dead and gods.

... (end of this chapter)