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Chapter Thirty: Spiritual Consciousness

The moon rabbit disappears, the golden crow rises eastward, the thick fog among the mountains is like a fairyland, with dew hanging on the leaves, green and green.

It's a new day.

Crunch.?

Su Luo opened the door, went down the mountain to fetch water in the morning light, and walked vigorously.

Everything has returned to peace, no difference from usual.

"Mr. Xinyuan, good morning. Why didn't you see you when I went to the temple to worship Buddha the day before yesterday?"

Seeing Su Luo, the woman who was washing clothes by the river greeted and asked with a smile.

"Yes, yes, I haven't come to fetch water recently, which makes me miss you very much."

Another woman teased.

"Amitabha, please respect yourself. The monk had something to do a few days ago, so he left."

Su Luo responded politely, then carried two buckets of water away.

Soon, smoke rose above the Zen Ding Temple, and it dispersed with the tempting fragrance.

"Wuwuwu, five days, do you know how I spent these five days? I'm almost hungry and lost weight. The food you cooked is delicious."

Mengyi praised while eating Haisai while slapped.

“…”

Su Luo looked at Meng Yiyuan's belly and fell into silence.

Why did he feel that he was not only not thin, but he was fatter?

After breakfast, Su Luo packed up the dishes and started cleaning the yard.

During the few days he left, Mengyi had almost never cleaned up the temple, so the ground was covered with fallen leaves and dust, and the fields were already a little messy.

When Su Luo did these things well and walked into the hall, Meng Yi was reading a book with a book. What surprised Su Luo was that the book was not a Buddhist scripture.

This is a bit abnormal. You should know that Meng Yiping likes to do three things most: eating, sleeping, and studying Buddhist scriptures.

Even practice is not that important in Mengyi's eyes.

Especially during this morning, Mengyi reads a lot of Buddhist scriptures every day and closes his eyes and meditates.

What book could have fascinated him so much that he even forgot about the Buddhist scriptures?

Su Luo was too lazy to think too much, so he sat down cross-legged, but did not enter the state of cultivation.

Because of the incident in Yingshan, he realized two problems:

1. Spiritual consciousness.

Two, spell.

First of all, although he is very strong and can kill existences at the Creation Realm level, he always needs to use his eyes to capture the enemy. Once the opponent hides, he basically loses his target.

Secondly, except for the Vajra Demon-Subduing Fist, Palm, and Finger, Su Luo does not know any magical attacks.

To put it simply, he only has physical damage.

Of course, spells are cherished more, and only some advanced cultivation forces can be used at will. Su Luo does not seek extravagance for the time being, but spiritual consciousness is the ability that monks above the Mingdao realm have. Su Luo naturally needs to study it carefully.

He once saw in books that the spiritual consciousness of high-level practitioners can cover hundreds of miles and accurately identify which ant has several legs, which is extremely powerful.

If you master this ability, wouldn’t it mean that you can avoid many dangers?

The question is, how to convert energy into spiritual consciousness and spread it out?

Su Luo fell into deep thought.

At this moment, he finally understood how important it is to have a ring old man and the system. He just needs to ask anything he doesn't understand, and there is no need to explore alone like him.

Alas, there is no way, who makes his master unreliable?

After thinking for a long time, Su Luo finally thought of a way, which is to concentrate energy on his head.

After all, spiritual consciousness spreads out through the middle of the eyebrows, and perhaps the answer can be found.

Anyway, he tried so boldly when he first learned to fly, and even if he failed, he would not suffer any losses.

Thinking of this, Su Luo closed his eyes slightly, gradually breathed steadily, and then he used a trace of spiritual power to slowly flow into his eyebrows.

call.

Suddenly, Su Luo's eyes turned dark and he felt his whole body spinning. When he woke up, he had already appeared on the boundless sea.

What's going on?

Su Luo was confused.

How could I be here?

Soon, Su Luo realized something was wrong. Why did his body look like a soul?

etc.

He probably accidentally entered the state of inward vision, and here it is probably his Niwan Palace.

As for the bottom, it is obviously not a sea water.

Taking a deep breath, Su Luo tried to control the "sea" below. Sure enough, as his thoughts moved, the "sea" suddenly rippled.

Have you actually always had spiritual consciousness?

Su Luo couldn't wait to extend the "sea water" out of his body to take a look.

Hurry!

The next moment, huge waves were rippling on the sea, and with Su Luo as the center, it spread out wildly.

Boom!

The hall was shaken and the wind swept. Meng Yi, who was closest to Su Luo, had not yet realized what was going on, so he was blown away and hit the wall. The items around him could not bear the shattering. If the Buddha statue was not carved with stone, the outcome would be no exception.

"What's going on?"

Mengyi slowly slid down, his face full of shock.

At the same time, Su Luo seemed to realize that he was exerting too much force and quickly contracted his spiritual consciousness.

call--

The strong wind swelled, and Mengyi was sucked back in an instant, as if nothing had happened, leaving only a mess.

"Amitabha, Buddha, my disciple did not intentionally violate it, I hope you don't care."

Mengyi quickly apologized to the Buddha statue.

...

"Is this the feeling of watching the world with spiritual consciousness?"

Su Luo felt like a high immortal, looking down at the mortal world, and seeing everything within a radius of ten miles, including Yuanshan Town.

In short, as long as he wants, nothing can stop him.

On the street, children play and vendors hawk in, making it very lively.

In the house, men and women collided, and the bed swayed one after another.

On the grass, cattle and sheep sleep soundly, butterflies flutter, and willow catkins dance.

A small stone, a caterpillar, or even an ant, all came into view clearly.

In an instant, countless messy information appeared in my mind. If it were ordinary people, they would have exploded long ago, but Su Luo did not feel any headache at all, and could even be divided and absorbed in an orderly manner.

After slowly adapting to this feeling, Su Luo began to control his spiritual consciousness to continue to extend outward, seeing mountains, rivers, earth, spirit beasts, fish, and passing caravans.

Further out, several nearby villages and towns emerged, including Black Wind Village.

At this time, the Heifeng Village had been taken over by the Qingqiu County Demon Sect because all the bandits surrendered themselves, so as to prevent anyone from following Yang Long and occupying the mountain as king.

Then extending, Qingqiu County appeared in front of Su Luo. Compared with Yuanshan Town, Qingqiu County is undoubtedly several times more prosperous.

After passing through the ground, Su Luo saw the three leaders of Heifeng Village and other high-level officials of Heifeng Village in the cage. Most of them were locked up elsewhere because the dungeon could not be installed.

In addition, according to the Qin law, Heifeng Village has committed many evil deeds due to burning, killing, robbing, and committing many evil deeds. Three leaders and more than a dozen senior executives have been sentenced to death and beheaded two days later.

As for other bandits, all of them were sent to the border to serve as troops, which was no different from the death penalty.
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