No one knows transmigration better than me!

Chapter 236
In this way, the plan took shape.

Two things.

One is to win the first pass with the Cangming Divine Dao.

The second is to perfect the spiritual part of Taoism.

Now that the goal is set, the primary task now is gradually becoming clear.

Ning Luo thought to himself and said: "Maybe I can not deal with ghosts and gods, and visualize the Cangming Dao by myself."

First of all, it is certain that the ghosts and gods of the five directions are not the real intruders of the Underworld.

They are fundamentally different from Xiao Wang and Ren Huang.

Because they have never been swallowed by the Kuroshio.

The reason is not complicated.

The purpose of the Kuroshio is to engulf this way of heaven, corrode the way, and reduce it to a way of death.

It is impossible for people to contemplate the path of death, which can lead to the arrival of evil spirits, or even thunderstorms and death in an instant.

Since the ghosts and gods of the five directions can become the objects of visualization, it shows that most of their avenues come from before the ash erosion.

Then there are two possibilities.

"Perhaps the five ghosts and gods are the five rulers of the Holy Cult. Their Dao artifacts and the power of enlightenment are all given by the saint."

"This possibility should be the greatest, but...it's too superficial."

Ning Luo felt that if the secrets of the Underworld were so superficial, it would be impossible for no one to see the truth after the dungeon has been open for several years.

Ning Luo rubbed his chin and thought to himself: "Another possibility, maybe, the ghosts and gods of the five directions are created by faith?"

There is no god in the world.

The more people worship, the more gods there will be.

Or in other words, God was born of the human heart.

The five ghosts and gods may have been the manifestation of the saint's Taoism, and they originally corresponded to the five Taoist artifacts, which are the forbidden artifact fragments in the strange world.

It's just that when the gray mist filled the sky and Cangming was swallowed by nothingness, these creatures of faith who accepted the worship of the people became "real" creations.

A similar concept is like the so-called military soul in the army, or the totem sacrificed by wild tribes.

They are all nihilistic existences created by people's beliefs.

From a rational point of view, the possibility of this conjecture is very small at present.

But as far as Ning Luo's subjective assumption is concerned, he is more inclined to believe in creation.

But no matter what, the ghosts and gods of the five directions and the forbidden weapons of the five directions are the way of visualization in the dark world, and the ashes and spirit beads are the source of the spiritual consciousness in the dark world.

Ordinary players want to gain power in the underworld, they need to trade with ghosts and gods, and offer ashes to the statue of the saint.

The former can enhance the affinity of the Dao, which is equivalent to a certain enlightened master bestowing Dao Yun to his disciples.

The latter is the enlightenment of spiritual consciousness, which simply and rudely improves one's strength.

To be more concise, it is the quality of the former and the quantity of the latter. The multiplication of quality is strength.

However, there is a limit to the number of transactions with ghosts and gods. Once you trade with a single ghost and god more than six times, you will be harvested by ghosts and gods.

What exactly are ghosts and gods asking for?
This is not yet known.

Ning Luo was not in a hurry to get to the bottom of it, he just stared at the statue of the saint, trying to visualize.

But can't.

Visualizing and imagining is easy to say, but it is definitely not something that can be observed with a glance at her.

If this is the case, then if the Dazongmen placed their own Taoist artifacts in the courtyard openly, and others stood in the air and looked far-sighted, wouldn't they be able to steal the Dao with a glance?
Therefore, Dao Yun is the medium between the divine consciousness and the Dao, and visualization is only the method.

"Tao Yun."

"There are only two ways to obtain Taoism. One is to allow the enlightened person to grant empowerment, and the other is to let the Taoist vessel infuse oneself."

Ning Luo flipped his palm, and took out the fragments of the forbidden weapon, as well as the intact Fire Spirit Orb.

Although the Fire Lingzhu is not strictly a Taoist artifact, but it is the creation of the saint. In fact, it is no different from the Taoist artifact in essence. It can only be said to be a simplified version and a one-time Taoist artifact.

What exactly is sealed in the spirit bead?
Ning Luo originally thought it was spiritual energy, after all the deacon called it Lingzhu.

But after failing to cultivate Dao Jie, the current Ning Luo can reasonably speculate that it is mostly Dao Aggregation and Divine Consciousness.

After thinking for a while, Ning Luo took out the colorless spirit bead and buried it in the ashes in front of the statue of the saint.

Then put up three sandalwood sticks, waiting for the reaction of the statue of the saint.

Wait until the smoke hovers and the remaining ash blows off.

The incense was curled up, and in a blink of an eye, the empowerment was poured into Ningluo's heavenly spirit.

Ning Luo pursed her lips, but she didn't show any expression of shock or joy.

Everything is as he expected.

Since the eclipsed Lingzhu can be used for enshrining, it means that there is no problem with his interpretation of the delusion.

Whether in dreams or in this world, both are "real".

The reason remains to be studied.

But Ning Luo didn't intend to enshrine the intact Lingzhu.

"It's just such a bullet-sized spirit bead, even if it's enshrined, it's hard to see results."

"Instead of using it now, it's better to use it as my current reliance to overcome the delusion."

With this in mind, Ning Luo no longer hesitated, turned and left the ruined temple.

Before leaving, I chatted with the village head for a few words.

But unfortunately, it seems that it is still not enough for the village head to give the talisman.

Standing in front of the gray mist barrier, Ning Luo suddenly realized a problem.

"There are also five villagers in Ling Village. Are they related to the ghosts and gods of the five directions?"

"And the five people seem to be able to correspond to the five directions and five elements?"

Random associations are pointless.

Because the forum has long denied this conjecture.

After all, after seven days, every night, ghosts and gods will enter the spirit village to hunt and kill.

Not only hunted and killed the traversers, but also five villagers.

If the villagers are ghosts and gods, what does it mean for ghosts and gods to kill themselves?
So there should be some secrets that still need to be deciphered, but this is not something that Ning Luo has the spare energy to decipher, and also has the time to devote himself to it.

Ning Luo withdrew his thoughts and looked at the dense gray fog in front of him.

The gray mist surged like clouds, blocking the sky and covering everything, making it difficult to see the mirage within.

Ning Luo now knew that the moment he stepped into the gray fog, he would be teleported to a place similar to a station.

It should not be up to him to decide where to go.

However, Ning Luo wanted to give it a try.

Since this piece of world has already been a dao domain where reality and reality coexist.

The aura contained in this Fire Spirit Orb may be able to induce the teleportation of the gray mist.

Ning Luo clenched the Fire Lingzhu tightly, took a deep breath, and resolutely stepped into the gray mist.

The sky is full of gray fog like clouds and waterfalls rushing down!
The gray mist wrapped in the thousands of miles of wind, whistled in Ning Luo's ears, and also blocked his vision.

After the movement subsides, when Ning Luo opens his eyes again, there is the faintly visible mirage.

Ning Luo looked around, but saw that this time the foot was not a floating sky road made of black ore, but a floating oar made of dead bones and blood mud.

The purple blood slime wriggled slowly, as if it had life.

And the only place in front of him that he could put his feet on was those few dry bones.

It seems that we can only ride the boat.

Even though the body instinctively resists this disgusting vehicle, Ning Luo has no other choice now.

He stepped onto the dry bone slowly, holding the spirit pearl between his fingers, fully on guard.

The thin skeleton did not sink into the blood mud due to Ning Luo's weight, but moved forward slowly, heading for the distance.

The old scene is vaguely reflected in the gray mist mirage.

It was a town with a thriving population, but it looked particularly chaotic. The streets and alleys were full of blood and garbage, and it seemed that no one took care of it.

But what attracted Ning Luo's attention even more was the red sky.

The clouds of this town are on fire.

Ning Luo knew that he might bet right.

The corresponding strange situation here is the fire line!
(End of this chapter)