Under one person: I, Zhang Zhiwei, the arrogant Zhang.

Chapter 574: The harvest of soul searching, Aunt Lan asks about the identity of the demon ape

Outside the alley covered with bullet holes, a light truck was speeding by.

Commander Zhang from Wen County sat in the passenger seat while the guard was driving.

There were seven or eight guards holding machine guns sitting in the truck, all of them looked terrified, and some were even shaking.

Being able to serve as the commander's guards, they are all good soldiers. They have all seen blood and fought on the battlefield, but this is the first time they have seen a situation like the one just now.

Four old men dressed as Taoist priests suddenly rushed into their guards and started killing everyone.

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

Not only that, when they made their move, they were clearly just throwing out a piece of yellow paper, but the power was quite large, with explosions, lightning, and wind blades as sharp as knives, which made it impossible to defend against. It was simply like gods descending to earth.

How can humans fight against gods? So soon, a large number of soldiers collapsed and fled.

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

Commander Zhang held the revolver in his hand, looking nervous, and muttered to himself, "Taoist priest, please go away!", "Taoist priest, don't chase us!" and so on.

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

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

The tall figure was as steady as a rock, not moving an inch.

The light truck bounced high due to the collision, its bumper shattered, its hood twisted and deformed, and the soldiers in the car were staggering in a mess.

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

"Snapped!"

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

The driver fell to the ground and rolled several times. He subconsciously grabbed the gun at his waist, but suddenly a suffocating feeling rushed towards him like a tide. His intuition told him that if he pulled out the gun, something extremely terrible would happen.

It was obvious that the extremely tall young Taoist priest in front of him was the same as those old Taoist priests who looked like celestial officials before.

People should still have a sense of awe... The driver stared deeply at the tall Taoist priest who had his back to him, and then ran away without looking back.

But not everyone was as aware of the situation as the driver. Several guards in the car chose to open fire in panic.

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

Bullets rained down on him, the humming sound of metal continued to ring out, and sparks splashed like flowers.

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

This scene was extremely exaggerated. They wanted to run, but they were too late to move as a faint golden light flashed by.

The guards who had just fired the shots all had blood marks on their necks that were invisible to the naked eye.

The bloodstain was gradually expanding, just like a slow motion shot.

Until it expands to a certain critical point, it suddenly starts bleeding.

A fountain of blood spurted up from the necks into the sky, and several heads fell to the ground, hitting the floor of the carriage with a dull sound.

The few guards who did not open fire stared blankly at the scene. It was not until their faces were covered in blood from the falling "fountain" that they reacted and panic set in.

"Everyone has to die. Some people's death is heavier than Mount Tai, while others 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 spurting blood, and they felt an urge to vomit.

But looking at the Taoist priest in front of him who was as strong as a mountain, the impulse was just an impulse after all and did not turn into action.

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

Commander Zhang tightly grasped the revolver in his hand. His shooting skill was very accurate and it was not an exaggeration to say that he was a sharpshooter, but he did not dare to draw his gun.

"What...what!"

Zhang Zhiwei did not explain. He stretched out his hand and a blue light flashed between Commander Zhang's eyebrows. Commander Zhang was shocked and stopped moving.

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

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

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

"A split soul, just like the one that attacked me last time at Dawang Mountain, but it's much weaker. It only has this little bit of soul power left, which is almost the same as death. Can she still use it to revive?"

Zhang Zhiwei looked at the paper figure in his hand over and over again. Normally, if the soul was damaged to this extent, even a Quanzhen Taoist who had cultivated a Yang God would be reduced to ashes and would not survive.

But the paper figure in front of him was an exception. Not only was she alive, she was even recovering by absorbing the natural power of heaven and earth, but her recovery was very slow.

At the current rate, it would probably take dozens or even hundreds of years to recover to its heyday.

However, if you feed it with the souls of living people, this time can be greatly shortened.

"No wonder Master said that the Tianshi Mansion tried to kill her many times before, but she always came back and finally had to seal her. It turns 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 person died, he could slowly recover with the help of this part of the soul.

The main reason for this is that the soul has extremely strong recovery ability. The physical body will not grow back after a limb is broken, but the soul is different. As long as it does not collapse, it can continue to recover, including memory. It’s just a matter of how fast it recovers.

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

At the Luotian Grand Ceremony, the man called Xiao Xiao shattered his own soul. As long as it is not destroyed, it can be restored by putting it together again. This shows the resilience of the soul.

It can be said that the soul is very fragile. Once it collapses, it will be gone. But the soul is also very tenacious. As long as it does not collapse, it can continue to recover.

The alchemy of Horcruxes can store the soul in a vessel without destroying it, so the dark lords of 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 figure.

Unless all the clones she left behind were destroyed, she would truly die.

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

After destroying this one, there may be another one.

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

He began to use his blue hand to read the memories in the red-dressed woman's soul, wanting to know what her abilities were. At the same time, he also wanted to know how many souls she had left behind and where they were placed.

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

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

There was no mention of her ability to skip the ritual of casting talismans.

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

Although this method is about absorbing the natural power of heaven and earth through the soul, the foundation of practice is still in the body.

In order to practice, one must use certain parts of the body as a ritual to circulate Qi to feed back to the soul. Only after mastering it can one get rid of the physical body.

The principle of cultivation is similar to that of the Six-Storage Immortal Thief, except that what is cultivated is not the six storages, but the seven energy wheels of the human body.

The complexity of the energy wheel is much higher than that of the Six-Storage Immortal Thief. Although Zhang Zhiwei has never come into contact with the Six-Storage Immortal Thief, judging from the fact that Ruan Feng teaches everyone how to use it, the difficulty of this method is much higher than that of the Six-Storage 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, it's my fate. If it's incomplete, can't I just complete it?

Zhang Zhiwei has always been good at learning from one example and applying it to other situations. With inspiration from some methods, what he deduced might even surpass the original owner.

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

After checking the memory about the "method", Zhang Zhiwei began to check how many separate souls the woman in the red dress had split into, but the memory loss was too severe and there was no gain.

Zhang Zhiwei did not give up and intensified his efforts to explore the deepest part of the memory of the woman in the red dress.

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

In the picture, there is an old Taoist priest wearing a lotus crown, a Taoist robe that has been washed to a white color, and a face that looks like an immortal.

The old Taoist priest is leading the young Taoist priest in his practice.

The little Taoist priest was so small, delicate and graceful, he followed the old Taoist priest and asked him in a childish voice:
"Master, Master, what is the purpose of us cultivators practicing Taoism?"

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

"Pour a cup of water on the ground, and the mustard seed floats on the water. The ant floats on the mustard seed, and does not know how to get there. After a moment, the water dries up, and then you realize that the road is open and you can go anywhere."

"What we Taoists seek is not to be like those whose minds are as low as those of ants. We must look at the world from a higher perspective."

The young Taoist priest took his first steps behind, and he kept the old Taoist priest's words firmly in his mind: "What we Taoists ask for is not to be those with lowly minds like ants, but to look at the world from a higher perspective," and he kept practicing them.

Later, she cultivated extraordinary skills, her soul transformed, and she surpassed ordinary people like ants and reached a higher realm.

Naturally, she also regarded those ordinary people as ants. It was natural for ordinary people to kill pigs and cows and eat meat, so why not for her to eat human souls?
Zhang Zhiwei ended the soul search, opened his eyes and looked at the paper figure in his hand. The other party did not fully understand and took the old Taoist's teachings out of context, eventually going astray.

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

“Be above the mundane, be above everything, and look at the world from a higher perspective!”

Zhang Zhiwei repeated a sentence from his master, thinking it made a lot of sense. He had always done so. However, a thousand people have a thousand reasons. He just didn’t know what his master thought of this sentence?
"After returning to the mountain, I will go and ask Master!" Zhang Zhiwei thought to himself and put the paper man away. This thing also needs to be handed over to Master for disposal.

Zhang Zhiwei returned to Qingyun Temple. The previous fierce battle had almost turned it into a ruin. If you look from the sky, you can see large areas of bare land, huge pits, and mottled bullet marks everywhere.

Only the main hall, the Sanqing Hall, was still relatively intact, but the statues of the Sanqing inside were shattered to the ground.

Zhang Yi, Yi Qian and everyone else from Qingyun Temple gathered in the Sanqing Temple at this moment. The fragments of the Sanqing statues were swept into the corner by them, and everyone was discussing something.

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

The head of Qingyun Temple learned the whole story and immediately called his disciples to perform a great ceremony:

"I didn't know that we were in such a dangerous situation. Fortunately, the high priests from the headquarters came to rescue us. Otherwise, I'm afraid that all the more than a dozen people in Qingyun Temple would have been killed!"

Zhang Yi quickly spread out the golden light, pressed against their knees, and said to the Qingyun Temple Master:
"We are all of the same blood and are one family. Junior brother, you are really being so polite!"

The master of Qingyun Temple nodded repeatedly, saying that he was ashamed for failing to live up to the trust of the headquarters and not taking good care of the seal.

At this time, Auntie Lan said, "Don't bother with these empty, fancy things. I've heard everything. Where's that kid Zhang Zhiwei? Why hasn't he come back yet? Did something happen to him?"

Zhang Yi's speech paused.

Yi Qian said, "Don't worry, Aunt Lan. This kid is very capable and nothing will happen to him."

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

"is it?"

Aunt Lan frowned, and then remembered the scene in the paper space before.

The mighty and arrogant Ghost King was pinned to the ground by a demon ape that looked like Monkey King. His limbs were torn off, and he was beaten into a pulp with his fists.

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

Aunt Lan is a hot-tempered woman from Sichuan and Chongqing. When she couldn't figure something out, she just asked directly.

The people from Qingyun Temple also quickly added some details.

After listening to their description, Zhang Yi and Yi Qian looked at each other.

Yi Qian took a deep breath and said, "So weird? Could it be that boy's... that thing?"

After the legal professional assessment was over, the big mouth Zhang Zhiwei talked about the "national teacher".

Even though it was hard to believe, they had no choice but to believe it because it had solid evidence.

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

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

Aunt Lan frowned and said, "You two are just playing dumb. If you have something to say, just say it. If you have to fart, fart it now!"

Yi Qian's face turned serious and he pushed Zhang Yi.

Zhang Yi stumbled and said quickly: "That Monkey King-like demon ape should be the mind ape that Zhiwei has carefully polished!"

How could Aunt Lan believe such an absurd answer? She glared at him:
"You are already old, don't be so angry!"

(End of this chapter)