"How do you say this?"

Shiraishi in his consciousness frowned and asked in confusion.

The woman in green clothes had thoughts, as if she was telling, saying, "There is a force in this world called the power of thought. After the cultivator's cultivation reaches a certain level, she will have this force, from the mind of the cultivator. It can be transformed into the clone of the cultivator and stay where the cultivator wants to stay, but its cultivation is far less than the cultivator's original cultivation. If the cultivator was the original evil king, those Daochen Villages would not exist for such a long time. If the evil king's original action is really taken, they can be turned into pieces with just a wave of their hand."

Shiraishi frowned and said, "Then according to your wishes, the zither is the evil king's mind power?"

The woman in green nodded and said, "Yes, the piano player is just a force of his thoughts."

Shiraishi had too many doubts in his heart and continued to ask: "However, I have known the zither's piano for a long time, and I don't seem to feel any evil spirit in him. Moreover, in my opinion, he has his own thoughts and his own thoughts. Shouldn't the power of thoughts be what the deity thinks, how can he think alone?"

The woman in green smiled indifferently and continued, "Yes, the power of thought should not have independent thoughts at first. However, if this power of thought exists in the true realm for too long, he will gradually break away from the monk himself and become his true self, and become independent. But this stage may even take thousands of years. After a thousand years, this power of thought has the opportunity to choose actively, and he can choose to continue to obey the deity, or completely break away from it."

Bai Shi was foggy, but he could roughly understand, saying, "Since that's the case, the zither should not have anything to do with those courtyards. Why do you want to kill those courtyards?"

Facing Bai Shi's words, the woman in green said, "Because those monks have their own cultivation aura. He wants to take back those auras. The only way is to kill those monks before they can be retrieved."

Bai Shi frowned and did not let go of his slightest, and asked, "With those monks' power of cultivation?"

The woman in green nodded: "Yes. Although I don't know much, I can roughly infer that when the man sealed the Dragon Roar Sword, he also sealed the evil king's idea. After years of sealed thoughts, the power of cultivation was emitted around these courtyards, so that these disciples had the power of cultivation when they were practicing. Until you untie the seal, he was fully awakened, so he wanted to regain the power of cultivation that belonged to him. Those auras were what he should have obtained."

Shiraishi felt enlightened and had not spoken yet, and heard the woman in green continue to say: "But this power of thought can only stay in the true realm forever. They do not have the body of their own deity and cannot cross the barrier gate..."

The woman in green said, which made Bai Shi's body stunned, and she said, "Can't cross the barrier gate? Who is Dong Chenzi's uncle?"

Before, when Shiraishi saw that Dong Chenzi and Bei Chenzi were fighting, they did not use the power of his soul. At that time, Shiraishi even doubted whether Dong Chenzi did not have his own soul of cultivation. Then when he left, Dong Chenzi said he could not leave.

Now that he combined the words of the woman in green, he suddenly felt that Dong Chenzi was indeed a little wrong: "Master Uncle Dong Chenzi is also a power of thought?"

"I don't know, I just think he is very similar to an old friend. But he is definitely not that old friend." said the woman in green.

Shiraishi's brows frowned even more. It was not because of doubt, but more curious, saying, "Who is the old friend you are talking about?"

"The person who sealed the Dragon Roar Sword back then. But Dong Chenzi was definitely not him. He was just a little familiar." The woman in green showed memories in her eyes.

Sighing lightly, Bai Shi did not continue to ask. After walking out of consciousness, he slowly opened his eyes and looked forward. The path to the next day, pondered: "It seems that some things really need to be confirmed by themselves. Master is not in the Daochen True Realm, and the Evil King is not in the Daochen True Realm. Where did they go?"

His figure flashed, and while pondering, he galloped away according to the instructions on the map.

Ten days had passed in the blink of an eye. During these ten days, Baishi never stopped. Until the early morning of the eleventh day, his eyes turned to the earth and saw the river on the earth at this moment, the willow trees beside the river, the old man fishing under the willow trees, and a simple wooden house not far behind the old man.

The wooden house had no doors, it was open all around, with some wooden seats in the middle, the roof was made of lawn, and a sign was hung on the wooden pillars that supported the lawn. Due to the distance, Bai Shi couldn't see what was written on the sign.

A few people were sitting under this wooden house, staring into the distance at this moment, not knowing where to look. They were holding a cup in their hands, but they hadn't tasted it for a long time. Looking at that posture, they should be worried or caring about something.

There should be a simple inn.

Bai Shi flashed and immediately fell from the sky to the ground. He wanted to go to this inn, drink a cup of tea, and wonder what these people were staring at, and ask if the road ahead was the next day.

The ground was covered with soil, but there was no dust splashing. It seemed that the road of soil had been stepped on by people coming and going. It seemed that it had not rained here for a long time, so the dirt road here was dry and cracked.

The temperature in the early morning was not very high. Bai Shi's eleven-day speed made him clearly know that he might be hundreds of miles away from the Daochen Mountains. But there were still mountains around him, green trees were rushing, rivers were passing by, and gurgling water sounded, but he saw that the river did not cause too many waves. Only the small boat, when it passed by the river, created a "bobo" ripples.

A wisp of blue smoke rose from the mountains. When it slowly rose, it seemed to be welcoming the arrival of the morning. Pedestrians walked by on the road, carrying hoes on their shoulders, as if they were going to the ground to work when the sun came.

They did not have any curiosity because of Shiraishi's appearance. They only left after that ordinary glance.

The old man who was fishing under the willow tree did not notice the arrival of Bai Shi. His posture seemed to have been maintained for a day and a night, or even for a longer time...

There was a child in the simple inn busy, with a towel spreading on his shoulder and a hat on his head. The hat was woven from silk cloth. Although it seemed not obvious, it was very finely crafted. At this moment, he was holding a teapot in his hand, which was still emitting heat, as if he had just taken it off the stove.

The whole picture is like a poem and a painting.

Shiraishi didn't have coins on her body, but there were a lot of medicinal materials in her storage bag. He walked into the simple inn, and the few people sitting in the inn seemed to ignore his existence until Shiraishi said, "Boss, I don't have money on me. Can I sit here and drink some tea to quench my thirst? I am willing to use other things instead, such as medicinal materials."

This sentence attracted the attention of those people. These people looked at Shirashi, and they looked like they were dusty. There was indeed nothing special about it. Especially Shirashi's words made them look strange.

"Brother, this is your first time here, right?"

Just as Shiraishi was in a stalemate, a man leaning against a wooden pillar suddenly spoke.

The man held a teacup in his hand and looked straight ahead. He was wearing a white plain robe, with black hair hanging on his shoulders, but he was carrying a sword on his back. This sword looked extremely ordinary, but if he sensed it carefully, it would be not difficult to find that the sword was emitting a trace of breath.

Even from the sense of this breath, Bai Shi knew that this person was a monk, but a monk from the Taixu period.

After a stalemate for a moment, Shiraishi said, "Yes, this is my first time here."

Hearing this, the man slowly turned around, looking very leisurely.

This man looked about forty years old, with clear outlines, eyebrows like swords, and pupils like ink. There were some beards on his chin. When those beards were made to look, he knew that he did not have time to shave, but deliberately left them.

Although it seems plain and has a little outstanding appearance, the moment someone turns back, you can vaguely see the elegance between his eyebrows.

"This inn does not charge, so you don't have to worry about these."

The middle-aged man put down the teacup in his hand, and after he finished speaking, he looked at Shirashi with his eyes in front.

Shiraishi did not show any breath of cultivation, so outsiders could not feel it. When they saw him, they felt that he was an ordinary passerby.

At this time, the child of the inn handed over a cup, which contained some hot tea. When he smiled and handed it to Shirashi, he was speechless, but he looked like he should have let Shirashi drink tea. This person was a mute.

Shiraish smiled and nodded, thanked her, took the teacup, and suddenly sighed. But then he saw the middle-aged man leaning against the wooden pillar, and his eyes turned to his wish.

After walking over deliberately, Shiraishi felt that the middle-aged man was not a difficult person to get along with. Perhaps he would know something from his mouth, so he spoke, "Brother, I see you are staring ahead, I don't know what is curious about you in front."

The middle-aged man did not look back at Shirashi, nor did he directly answer Shirashi's words, but said, "Where are you going to when you come here?"

Shiraishi did not hide anything and said, "Along the way, I just want to go to the next day. Is this the way to the next day?"
Chapter completed!