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Chapter 210 Fusion of Memory (please subscribe)

Liu Shuang, who opened her eyes, absorbed the air of the wood spirit that was still surrounding her, and then allowed the wood spirit to transform her body.

Half an hour later, she stood up and felt the changes in her body. A confident smile appeared on her face unconsciously. Sensing Wang Ping's fall, she bowed and said, "Thank you, Master, for protecting me."

"Well, the way to Jumu lies in the word "Ju". There are thousands of practices in each sect, but nothing can be separated from it. You first control the spiritual veins in your body, and then slowly find a way to digest it. If you have any questions? Come to me, if I go into seclusion, you can ask Yu Lian or your master."

Wang Ping explained.

"Yes." Liu Shuang bowed deeply.

Wang Ping told her some precautions for monks entering the country, then waved his hands with a smile and said: "Go, first feel the changes in the body after entering the country."

He recalled how impatient he was when he first entered the country.

Liu Shuang smiled sheepishly, and then quickly left the mountaintop dojo. She already had her own circle of friends, and after successfully entering the country, she naturally wanted to share it with her friends.

Wang Ping looked at Liu Shuang leaving, and his memory unconsciously recalled the day when she and Yang Ziping had just been led to the dojo on the top of the mountain by Taoist Yucheng.

"Time flies so fast!"

"It's quite fast. I feel like the first time I visited Hushan Country happened yesterday. Oh, and there's also Little Fatty. It's a pity. He's actually quite interesting."

Yulian mentioned Chengji.

Cheng Ji is a good friend, but he seems to be out of tune with this world of practice. He came quietly and left quietly.

Liu Shuang's entry was a big event for Qianmu Temple. Yang Hou came specifically to ask Wang Ping for instructions and wanted to hold a celebration ceremony.

Wang Ping did not refuse, and Jumu might have to stay at the first level after entering the country. This might be the end of Liu Shuang, and there is no way to celebrate it too much.

"By the way, Master seems to have said that Liyan achieved the second level by gathering wood..." Wang Ping whispered softly.

"Do you want to kill him and read his method of using "The Art of Gathering Wood" to advance to the second level?" Yu Lian understood Wang Ping's thoughts instantly.

"It's a shortcut, isn't it?"

"But first we have to find him."

"Master has been laying it out for so long. He will definitely be able to catch him by the tail. We just want to see if we can take him away in one wave."

"Too…"

The celebration ceremony for Liu Shuang's entry lasted for seven days.

Wang Ping just watched silently and did not go to the scene.

Shortly after the ceremony, Wang Ping informed the boy outside the garden gate that he would enter the state of seclusion again to digest the memory of the locust tree's soul.

The seventh day of August.

On a very ordinary day, it was the time Wang Ping chose to enter meditation. He put on a Taoist robe engraved with wood spirit runes to prevent the clothes from decaying like before, and then sat in front of the locust tree.

The locust tree has no soul, but Wang Ping is used to it.

"哐婷啷" The first thing he did when he sat down was to make a divination, which was just as he expected, good luck.

"Do you still need my help this time?" Yu Lian asked. "Of course, but it's only in the past few months. During this time, I need to integrate those chaotic memories. My soul may fluctuate greatly. Whenever this happens, you need to feed me a Sacred Heart Pill. To stabilize my spirit."

Wang Ping stretched out his hand to touch Yu Lian's head, "Then I may fall into a deep sleep, let the memory and soul completely become mine, and complete a change in the nature of life."

"Why change the nature of life?"

"We are different from the Yuqing Cult. They can develop the universe within their bodies. Our practice is to transcend life levels and complete evolution again and again in order to reach the highest level of sainthood."

Wang Ping explained in a low voice.

"Oh…"

Yu Lian followed Wang Ping's outstretched hand, wrapped around his arm and climbed to his shoulder.

After they observed the beautiful scenery of the garden for a while, Yu Lian obediently climbed up to the locust tree in the back and lay down. Wang Ping took out three bottles of Shengxin Dan and placed them next to him, poured out one pill and put it in his mouth.

While the medicine was taking effect, he connected with the fused part of the locust tree soul.

Chaotic and terrifying memories resurfaced. Although Wang Ping was mentally prepared, he was still affected by the hatred and violence in his memories, and this time it was even more real!

The memory picture is still the same as before, a pile of fragments.

Most of them were scenes of earth-shattering, where certain rules were shattering, and he could only watch in despair, waiting for the moment of his own destruction to come.

He was hating something, so he became extremely violent, so he destroyed all the materials in the place he saw, and became even more violent because of the destruction. His emotions were superimposed again and again, leading to his final madness.

"What is destroying all of this? And what makes me destroy it?"

This question came to Wang Ping's calm mind, so he began to search in these memories, trying to find the root of the destruction of all this.

This is a long process, because the soul born from the old locust tree has acquired a lot of memories from the world of inspiration, dozens of times more than Wang Ping's memory.

Therefore, when reading this part of memory, Wang Ping would sometimes be unable to distinguish himself, and would become irritable without realizing it. Often at this time, a cool feeling would come to his soul, reminding him of himself. who is it.

At the same time, in the process of searching for answers, he saw countless magical worlds with broken memories. He was sure that they were different worlds, or planets, but these planets were all in a broken state.

In his last memory, he felt an invisible suction force, sucking his semi-mad soul into an area full of dazzling light, which seemed to be the core of the universe. His last moment of memory stayed in the complete universe. In the crashing scene.

He said the only sentence that Wang Ping could hear: "A saint is a saint after all..."

The memory seemed to end here. Just when Wang Ping felt regretful, he felt the kindness and stability in the soul of the locust tree again. In this memory, he saw a beautiful and peaceful world...

In this world, everywhere is filled with the breath of wood spirits. He himself is a natural spirit body born from the body of an ancient locust tree. What he likes to do most every day is to look at the giant trees from the horizon that reach into the universe and share with him. The happy parts of one's own memory describe unhappy experiences.

In his spare time, he and some friends would take care of the new seedlings, instill wood spirits into them, channel their dormant souls, and look forward to the day when they would wake up like himself.

Until one day, a group of 'people' who control lightning and corruption invade their world...

When Wang Ping saw the intruders, his emotions inevitably fluctuated. Fortunately, the coolness in his soul kept him from going crazy.

Those intruders were exactly the same as the spells used by the Yuqing Sect and Taiyin Sect monks!
  Moreover, their appearance is exactly the same as that of humans, except that they are larger in size and look like natural gods.

(End of this chapter)