Chapter 749: One Thought, Three Thousand

He did give Gu Yi a definite answer, and heaved a sigh of relief. He clasped his fists and said, "Thank you for your hard work, sir! After this matter is over, I will take people to Qingyun Mountain to redeem the person."

One sentence showed the attitude, which was about redeeming people, not picking them up, which meant that Qingyun would not make a wasted trip. At the same time, he should be nicer to these monsters.

Huang Shiren nodded, clasped his fists in return, and then walked out of the village.

That night.

Murong Ji sat on the coffin and looked up at the endless sky. In another seven days, it would be the day agreed upon by Mu Tiancheng.

[It's time to clean up the situation in Beishan.] Murong Ji turned his head and looked towards Baiyu Village. His eyes flickered with golden light, passing through the endless land and falling into the cave below Baiyu Village.

There were wooden barrels placed in the cave, and each barrel was filled with golden morning light.

This scale is comparable to one tenth of the amount he used to refine the Hongmeng Tianzhong.

According to his estimation, Mu Tiancheng’s stock of Golden Dawn Xi would be enough to refine three more Hongmeng Tian Bells.

What a huge fortune it is!

Murong Ji's heart was filled with excitement. The highest achievement in the world of refining equipment was the Hongmeng Tian Bell. It was estimated that it would be the ceiling of refining equipment in this world in the future.

He stretched lazily and turned around, then saw Cui Yu Ming Luan flying towards him, all wet, and landed beside Murong Ji with a depressed look on her face.

Murong Ji tilted his head slightly and saw that the pupils of the Jadeite Luan were blue. The original Jadeite Luan's pupils were also blue, but the two blues were different.

"What's wrong? Is this a breakup?"

Cui Yu Ming Luan slowly raised her head and opened her mouth to say something before finally asking, "Do you understand what's going on with me?"

Murong Ji sneered, "What you want to ask is which one of you Mu Mie likes."

Cui Yumingluan's face flushed red. She covered her blushing face with her hands and flew up. Just as she was about to escape, Murong Ji's voice came from behind: "If you run away again, your little melon will really run away."

"He fell in love with the red-eyed Jade Mingluan who always teased him. After that...it's your turn to be jealous."

The figure of Cui Yu Ming Luan shook, and it struggled in the sky for a long time, then it timidly fell back to Murong Ji, sat on the coffin lid again, and waited for Murong Ji to give instructions.

Murong Ji looked at the sky quietly without saying a word, thinking in his heart how to end the situation in Baiyu Village without alerting the enemy.

After having some ideas, he said, "You and the one with red eyes..." Suddenly, he paused and did not continue.

However, he was constantly weighing in his mind what the current state of Cui Yu Ming Luan was.

There is the consciousness preserved by the sexual power seed he left behind, as well as the original remaining consciousness of Cui Yu Ming Luan, and the consciousness that was reborn by Jin Chenxi.

This kind of consciousness is just like those creatures outside the circle, individuals are single, but groups are diverse.

The creatures within the circle, to be precise, are a collection of countless consciousnesses. It is precisely because of this that the effect of splitting the soul occurs on Cui Yu Ming Luan.

Murong Ji tapped his fingers gently, thinking in his heart, [Perhaps the seven emotions and six desires mentioned by the ancient sages do not only refer to human desires, but also these complex consciousnesses...]

Once the idea came out, I had a rough concept in my mind.

Then, he slowly exhaled a breath of foul air and said with a light smile: "How about we play a game?"

Cui Yumingluan was a little dissatisfied. She had waited for such a long time and only heard such a sentence. However, she didn't dare to lose her temper.

"what game?"

Murong Ji closed his eyes slightly, and a sword energy appeared at the fingertips. This sword energy did not have a fierce murderous intent, but instead had a soft halo.

The sword finger suddenly pointed directly in front of Shui Ling's eye. The light pierced into the eye like a sharp sword and penetrated into the mind of Ke Cui Yu Ming Luan.

Not long after, another voice rose in Cui Yumingluan's heart.

[I want to go home so much...] This voice is different from the one from the one with blue eyes and the one with red eyes.

The two Jade Luans were startled and felt an inexplicable panic. What was going on?

【what's the situation? ! 】

【Where is this? ! 】

[Who are you and why are you in my body?! ]

[This is clearly my body! Get out! ]

……

In an instant, Cui Yumingluan's brain was about to explode. The noise was so chaotic, like the chaos in a vegetable market. Various sounds kept ringing in Cui Yumingluan's brain.

The color of the Jadeite Luan's pupils was also constantly changing. Every consciousness wanted to fight for the control of the Jadeite Luan's body. In desperation, the red-eyed and blue-eyed Jadeite Luan could only unite.

Barely maintaining control of the body.

The feeling of irritability in my heart continued to spread.

It seemed as if she had no control over anything and her soul was about to fall apart.

Murong Ji looked at the condition of Cui Yu Ming Luan and nodded, very satisfied with his masterpiece.

This method of splitting souls is still in the trial stage, and a test subject like Cui Yu Ming Luan is really hard to come by. Feng Xi's move of splitting thousands of souls with thoughts really surprised Murong Ji.

Unable to figure out the underlying logic of the technique, Murong Ji divided it in his own way.

How many kinds of thoughts do people have?

Murong Ji felt that the thirteen kinds of thoughts could basically be classified into the seven emotions and six desires.

Then he used his own method to separate the thirteen souls, and each soul, with the blessing of Jin Chenxi, could grow into the same life.

Murong Ji lay back on the coffin lid, looking at the starry sky above his head, muttering to himself: "Not bad, not bad, it's really not bad."

He was waiting, waiting for Cui Yumingluan to separate herself into a consciousness that could take control of the overall situation.

Half an hour later, Cui Yumingluan managed to temporarily unify her consciousness, but she was so tired that her face was covered with sweat. She looked at Murong Ji in embarrassment and gasped heavily.

"You...what on earth did you do to me!?"

Murong Ji sat up and stared at Cui Yu Ming Luan's eyes carefully. They were still blue, the same light blue as the Cui Yu Ming Luan he had just seen.

He smiled and said calmly, "Let me show you how you came to be. Isn't it amazing, a new life that was created by the splitting of the soul?"

Afterwards, Murong Ji casually pointed his hand and returned the regenerated consciousness back to the souls of the two Emerald Luans.

"Go back. Don't worry about whether you are the Emerald Luan or not. Neither of you is the Emerald Luan until you are together."

Cui Yumingluan hesitated, and her eyes changed when she looked at Murong Ji. It was a kind of fear from the bottom of her heart. The feeling just now was really uncomfortable.

The Jade Luan took off and flew into the distance in the sky.

He was afraid that if he flew a step too slowly, he would be caught by Murong Ji again.

Murong Ji looked at Cui Yumingluan's back, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and lay back on the coffin board, looking at the endless starry sky, and murmured: "What should I call this magic? Three thousand, think three thousand, let's call it One thought three thousand."

"Because the result of three lives is unknown, the prosperous floating shadows are ashamed to become poems. I fell into the dream of the mortal world for no reason, causing three thousand troubles."

Buddhists called these thoughts "threads of worry", which were later extended to mean "hair strands".

The sky dimly lit up.

Murong Ji was closing his eyes in deep thought. The cool night breeze gently brushed across his face and ruffled the ends of his hair.

Suddenly, it seemed as if the space was vibrating, and the spatial fluctuations caused by the inexplicable rhythm seemed like rippling water.

Murong Ji looked up and saw the faint golden light curtain under Kunlongque with ripples. He opened his eyes and followed the source of the ripples. He saw someone constantly knocking on the barrier, trying to break the space blockade.

Unfortunately, this formation covers the entire Baiyu Village within a radius of a thousand miles, and one can only enter but not exit.

"Master, they are anxious. Do you want me to take care of it?"

Murong Ji shook his head: "Let those guys practice on these people, and we won't get involved."

Huang Shiren stepped aside and said nothing, but his heart was full of worries. Then he thought, with Murong Ji around, there was nothing to be afraid of. At worst, he still had Old Huang.

He slowly exhaled, knowing that this was a test from the master to his junior brother. If he failed, then...

Murong Ji didn't want to set up so many tests. He turned over and entered the coffin, then turned to look at the wall.

In the picture, Dongfang Yuechu and his group walked towards Baiyu Village again. It seemed that they were going to explore Baiyu Village for the second time.

[As for the rest, let them do whatever they want. ]

As his eyes turned, they fell on another picture, that was Tushan Honghong.

Tu Shang Honghong was followed by several demon kings from Tushan, flying towards this side slowly. Their speed was not very fast. Murong Ji frowned slightly, as this speed was totally not what a demon king should have.

Maybe it was to take care of the demon kings behind him.

Turn your head and look to the lower right corner of the screen, that's the other side.

A huge firebird streaked across the sky like a sharp sword. It was so fast that it almost flashed across the screen.

Not long after the Firebird flew past, a few flies flew out from the woods, hovered in the air, staring at the Firebird with their huge eyes, their pupils constantly shrinking.

Above the Firebird, three figures became clearer and clearer, and the one leading them was Beishan Jiye.

Murong Ji compared the speed and distance of the two people. There was a difference of one and a half days in distance between the two groups of Beishan Jiye and Tushan Honghong, so they could not meet each other.

As for passing by Baiyu Village, it would take at least a day's journey.

There is no way. Beishan Jiye has a certain talent for speed, and with the help of his magical powers, he has the advantage in speed.

Ignoring the rest, Murong Ji drew out the One Thought Three Thousand Technique. The rest was to gradually perfect it. [This technique would probably be very useful in the future. ]

Near noon, Beishan Jiye passed by Baiyu Village. Murong Ji looked up and saw the huge firebird landed in the Baiyu Village.

Murong Ji was not surprised and continued to deduce the One Thought Three Thousand Technique in his hand. [I will show it to Tu Shan Rongrong when I have a chance, and help her...]

(End of this chapter)