Infinite Sims

　　Quiet room.

　　 In a spacious space, there is only one monk, one futon, and one long stick.

　　 The monk sat cross-legged on the futon, folded his hands in front of his chest and closed his eyes for meditating, while the long stick was in his curved arm.

　　 "It runs for two hours every week. This is the difference in talent."

　　 Inside the Stick of Flame, Jiang Ren focused his attention on the monk who was named the number two tool man by him.

　　 Dharma name is dust-free, the monk of Gushan Temple, he was named the chief disciple when he was only ten years old.

　　 No one can be shaken for seven consecutive years, and at the age of seventeen this year, he has been practicing in retreat for several months, breaking through to the innate realm, and becoming the fastest innate disciple in the history of Gushan Temple.

　　 The above is the information Jiang Ren has collected these days.

　　 I have to say that the fifty-point destiny value investment is not an ordinary value.

　　 If the identity input in life should be embodied in the parents of the family, then the life of weapons should be embodied in the tool person.

　　 In the previous life, although the No. 1 tool man was not weak, at least it was superior to most warriors.

　　 It can be compared with the No. 2 tool, which has a great temple as a backer, has broken through to the innate realm at the age of only seventeen.

　　 "Although my cultivation speed is faster than in my previous life, it is still much slower than in the Lake of Fire."

　　 Jiangren observed the astral power he was recovering. It only took a few minutes in the Lake of Flames, but now the time has been extended several times.

　　 After three years of high-speed recovery, once it dropped, I was really uncomfortable.

　　 "Fortunately, the surrounding environment is no longer the same, so I won't be too boring to drive myself crazy."

　　 "Moreover, the previous accumulation in the Lake of Flames is enough. Coupled with the practice of the past few days, the body is still short of being able to be filled with the energy of the device. This time, it may be able to gain new abilities."

　　 Jiangren calmed down and thought silently.

　　 Every time the body of the weapon is filled, the efficiency of transforming the power of the soul into instrument energy will be higher, but correspondingly, it will be more difficult to fill it next time.

　　 is like the level in the game.

　　The level is higher, you can get more experience in the same time, but the experience required to upgrade also increases exponentially, so the higher the level, the slower the upgrade speed.

　　 "It has been filled nine times in three years, and this time it is the tenth time to fill it again."

　　 Seeing that the power of the soul was fully restored, Jiang Ren immediately began to practice.

　　 These nine times, he has obtained four abilities of strengthening, recovery, transmission, and exploding, which are exactly the same as those in the previous life.

　　 After that, he has not gained any abilities, but he faintly felt that this tenth time might be the time to gain new abilities.

　　 In fact, Jiang Ren thought about it for the sixth time.

　　 After all, six is ​​a very lucky number. There are many things that are closely related, and the next seventh, eighth, and ninth times are no exception.

　　 It is a pity that it is one thing to think, but the same thing to facts.

　　 But people, you have to create a sense of expectation for yourself so as not to be completely lost in the boring life.

　　 "Although in a strict sense, I am just a weapon and a stick, but at least my soul is still human."

　　 Jiangren thought in his heart, but the practice did not stop, filling in the last thread.

　　 The slight sound like a broken glass bottle, sounded from the sound of a stick.

　　 Although the voice was small, Wu Chen, who was in the cultivation state, was awakened in an instant.

　　 Wuchen blinked his eyes in confusion, looked at the stick of fire in his hand puzzledly, as if thinking about why a stick made such a peculiar sound.

　　 Jiangren didn't notice the change of Wuchen, because this time he really gained a new ability.

　　 Perception.

　　 This ability allows you to communicate with the outside world.

　　 But what the perception ability consumes is not instrumental energy, but the power of the soul, which rises extremely slowly. In his current state, he cannot communicate with the outside world and can only use some special media.

　　 "Medium?"

　　 Jiangren looked at a certain position of his body, where there was an extremely weak consciousness.

　　 Through it, is it possible to communicate with Wuchen?

　　 He turned his attention to the outside world and found that Wuchen was still sitting cross-legged with his hands folded, but because of the sound just now, his eyes were still on himself.

　　 "Try it."

　　 Jiangren converged his mind, touched his consciousness with the power of his soul, and aroused his perception ability.

　　 "Yeah, yeah..."

　　 A baby-like voice sounded in Wuchen's mind.

　　 Wuchen looked surprised, and stood up abruptly.

　　 Innate qi exploded from the inside to the outside, emitting a swift air current, and instantly lifted the futon.

　　 "Yeah?"

Dust-free looked at the closed doors and windows around him, and finally cast his gaze on the fire stick in his hand, thinking of the strange voice just now, and cautiously asked: "This... the stick donor , Did you make the sound just now?"

　　 No, it’s not me, you got it wrong!

　　 At this moment, Jiang Ren has the urge to cover his face.

　　 Perceiving ability is useful, it is indeed a joyful thing, but what does "Yeah" mean? Can you be more naive?

　　 Besides, why can I only make this sound?

　　 Jiangren was a little depressed. After trying just now, he found that he could not control the fluctuation and size of the sound, and could only make a fixed sound.

　　 What is the difference between this and using the transmission ability to make the body vibrate?

The biggest benefit of 　　 may be that it consumes very little, and it can be used for more than ten minutes in a row.

　　 "The stick donor?"

　　 Wuchen touched his bare head, and said to himself: "Did the little monk have hallucinations just now?"

　　 Forget it, be naive.

　　Although the time is short, Jiang Ren has figured it out and decided to put aside all the shame. After all, no one except himself would have thought that behind this childish voice is a big foot-scraping man.

　　 "Yeah~"

　　 The voice rang in Wuchen's mind again.

　　 "I have auditory hallucinations again?"

　　 Wuchen was puzzled, and then turned his gaze on the stick of fire: "The stick donor, is that you?"

　　 Stick donor?

　　Jiangren always felt that this name seemed a little strange, but he still made a sound again in cooperation.

　　 "Amitabha!"

Wuchen's left hand stood on his chest, and after chanting the sound of Buddha, his expression was a little excited: "It turned out to be a stick benefactor. I once saw in an ancient book that everything in the world has spirituality. Among them, those with strong spirituality can even be outsiders. Communication, but most people are extremely poor and never meet one in their lifetime."

　　 paused, he said again: "Unexpectedly, the little monk is so lucky to meet you, the stick donor."

　　 "Yeah~"

　　 Jiangren was a little helpless, a little sad.

　　 He vaguely saw that his own integrity was split.

　　 From this day on.

　　 The monks in the Gushan Temple often see their chief disciple, whether it is walking, eating, meditating, chanting, or practicing, he carries a black stick with him and speaks to the stick with a smile from time to time.

　　 Many disciples who are just starting out think this is a new cultivation method.

　　This has also caused many older monks to find that the younger disciples carry long sticks, wooden fish and other things with them, and talk to themselves with a wretched look from time to time, almost causing trouble.

　　 Finally, with the presence of several old monks, the trend stopped.

　　 "The stick donor, today we are practicing here."

　　 On the edge of the cliff in the back mountain of the temple, Wuchen said to Jiang Ren, and then he sat down cross-legged and practiced in the clouds and strong wind.

　　 Jiangren did not respond.

　　 Although he can make a sound now, he will never make a sound unless necessary.

　　 "Spark, Shangsi..."

　　 Jiangren looked at the clouds and mist not far away.

　　 These days, after some complicated operations, I used my perception ability to learn from Wuchen about the spar that was thrown into the lake of flames.

　　 It is said that the spar was bestowed by the upper temple behind Gushan Temple.

　　The quantity is extremely rare and precious, and the annual share is only enough to maintain the lake of flames, and even the dust-free as the chief disciple cannot be obtained. This also dispels Jiang Ren's idea of ​​using spar to accelerate cultivation.

　　 "The Gushan Temple, which has more than a dozen innate masters, can be called Shangsi. Isn't it the sect of the spiritual world?"

　　 Jiang Ren faintly guessed, after all, relying solely on the power of the world, he didn't believe that he could make out his current body.

　　 It's a pity that the tool people don't know about Shangsi either.

　　 However, Jiang Ren felt that Wuchen would get information about going to the temple sooner or later.

　　 After all, he is the chief disciple of the Gushan Temple, and he is also the most talented doorman since the foundation of the temple. He is destined to become a high-level in the temple in the future~www.wuxiamtl.com~ no matter how high the secret is, it will be open to him someday in the future.

　　 And as long as there is no dust to know, then you can know it too.

　　 "It's not too late. As a stick, I can wait for decades. If there is no life limit, it is not impossible to wait for hundreds of years."

　　 Jiangren converged his mind and devoted himself to cultivation.

　　 In the dense green forest behind the cliff, two people looked at the dustlessly.

　　 One is the abbot and the other is a gray-robed old monk.

　　 "With the realm of dust-free aptitude, it is enough to worship the upper temple and change to the Supreme Buddha Dharma. What are you still thinking about, brother?"

　　The gray-robed old monk looked at the abbot and said lightly.

　　 The abbot slowly shook his head: "Wu Chen entered the temple when he was young, with a pure nature and a strong Buddha heart, but without a lot of hardships, his mind is far from reaching the conditions for the temple."

　　 The gray-robed old monk was taken aback: "The condition you said is..."

　　 "It's the Buddha!"

　　 The abbot’s voice was a bit passionate: "With Wuchen's talent, as long as he walks through the red dust to practice his mind, he can cut the seven emotions and eliminate the six desires, and he can become a Buddha when he enters the temple. Even if he is that person, he will not be able to compare with Wuchen."

　　 The gray robe old monk's face changed slightly: "The person you are talking about, doesn't it mean the demon girl?"

　　 The abbot nodded and said, "Except for the demon girl who killed a hundred thousand mundane people by magic for private vengeance, who else has the talent for us to remember in the past hundred years?"

　　 The gray-robed old monk turned his head, glanced at Wuchen in the distance, and asked, "In that case, what method are you going to use to let Wuchen start the road to red heart training."

　　 "He will come to me by himself."

　　 A smile appeared on the abbot's face.

　　 At the beginning, he was transferred from Shangsi voluntarily for a small opportunity, but now he is only one step away from success.