purgatory artist

Chapter 484 Personality
rustle……

The sound of footsteps woke up the old man, and he yawned, "You're back?"

"Yes, I'm back." Liu Ping said.

"Huh? Why is there an extra head?" The old Taoist asked in surprise.

Behind Liu Ping, a third head appeared.

This head followed the first two heads, and Gululu rolled to the front of the fire and formed a row.

"Someone made trouble in Tianjie and was killed by me."

Liu Ping said.

"Oh... nothing went wrong during the process of crossing the tribulation, right?" the old Taoist asked with concern.

"There are really some problems, and I'm going to talk to Master in detail right now." Liu Ping said with a serious face.

——If there is anyone you can trust, it is only your own master.

"There was a problem with the previous fortune-telling. When I was crossing the tribulation, a powerful ghost came to attack, and then..."

Liu Ping told the matter in all detail.

"It's terrible, you originally only wanted to check the cultivator's burning desire, but unexpectedly you came across such an opportunity." The old Taoist sighed.

"Fate?" Liu Ping said.

"Yes, these two forces are the cause of the six realms—"

"It is said that in the extremely distant past, the six realms of reincarnation were originally a complete world. Later, two forces fought against each other in that world, causing the world to collapse, and then it became six realms."

The old Taoist glanced at him, and said again: "Among those two forces, one is trying to control your emotions, it wants to completely control you."

Liu Pingdao: "I have been reciting the Taishang Qingxin Jue silently since just now."

"The Taishang Qingxin Jue is designed to dispel the demons of the heart, and it is effective in dealing with all kinds of demons and desires-do you think it can help you control your emotions?" the old Taoist asked.

"It should be fine." Liu Ping said.

"That's fine, go and get me something to eat, your master."

"Master, you have just eaten."

"The injury is serious and needs to be supplemented with nutrition - besides, you have always cooked delicious food."

"That's right, then I'll go."

Liu Ping went to cook.

The old Taoist stretched himself, lay down under the tree again, and said without a word:
"These two kinds of power are incredible. If you can master them, you will be able to soar into the sky from now on, and you can go to all the heavens and worlds..."

"At your age, you have such an opportunity, tsk tsk."

"I don't know what good things you did in your previous life to be so lucky."

after awhile.

The old Taoist felt hungry, but he didn't see Liu Ping coming back, so he got up and walked out of the bush.

He looked through the grass.

I saw Liu Ping shaking the pot and cooking, and there were dozens of small dishes on the ground beside him.

The animals brought all kinds of ingredients to Liu Ping continuously for his use.

"Little ghost, there are already 37 dishes, you want to make Master die!"

The old man shouted.

Liu Ping kept moving his hands, and said helplessly, "I know it's enough, but as long as you think about your need to mend your body, you can't stop working."

After speaking, he cooked another dish.

38 courses.

"...Have you recited the Taishangqing Xinjue?" the old Taoist asked.

"Read it, it's useless." Liu Ping said.

"Hurry up and think of other ways, you can't control your thoughts, you can't even control your body, if you continue like this, you will be eroded away sooner or later!" the old Taoist shouted, staring.

Liu Ping thought hard for a few breaths, and suddenly snapped his fingers.

"Have it!"

He took a deep breath, slowly closed his eyes, and said, "Liu Ping, listen carefully to me—"

"Your current body is a prosthetic body. It doesn't have any flesh, meridians, or bones, so it can't produce any desires. It's only controlled by your soul."

The voice fell.

Two lines of small burning characters emerged quietly:
"You unleash the unearthly power you were born with: deception."

"You lied to yourself."

The small characters flashed away, as if afraid that Liu Ping would remember the content above.

The expression on Liu Ping's face gradually became cold, as if he had lost all emotions.

And his body finally stopped cooking.

The old man looked surprised in his heart.

This kid lied to himself, made himself forget that he was a normal human being.

——Since there is no body, then naturally there will be no various emotions brought by the body, only the pure soul remains.

Can this work?
The old man broke apart his chopsticks, picked up vegetables and ate, and looked at Liu Ping at the same time.

Liu Ping's face remained unchanged.

"Why do you look like a robot in the technological world?" the old man joked.

"No way, in order to control emotions and body." Liu Ping said in a mechanically blunt tone.

The old man grabbed a chicken leg, chewed on it, and said:
"For a force, if you're actually in control of it, rather than being controlled by it, it takes about 10 minutes -- as long as you've been doing nothing out of the ordinary for 10 minutes, then you should have everything under control. "

Liu Ping folded his arms and stood there with a stern expression.

1 minutes.

2 minutes.

3 minutes.

……

9 minutes.

The old man put down the bowl and chopsticks, looked at Liu Ping seriously and said:
"Impossible...how could it be so easy."

Liu Ping said indifferently: "Master, don't curse me like that? I'm going to succeed soon."

The old man stared at him without blinking and said: "But those two forces are very powerful, and they are enemies of each other - no one has ever been able to control them so easily, this is unrealistic!"

Liu Ping said dumbly: "As long as I don't have a body, what can they do to me?"

"That's right... I'm afraid they are also stumped by you, but their power surpasses everything. Could it be that you really surrendered them?"

The old man widened his eyes and said in an almost out-of-control tone.

"Subjugated by me—what will happen?" Liu Ping asked.

The old Taoist shrugged and said, "I can't say, because it never happened, anyway, it's a good thing, and we don't have to be so hard—"

Before he finished speaking, the expression on Liu Ping's face gradually became vivid.

There was an inexplicable attitude floating around him, and he said solemnly: "It's time, once that evil power is sealed, I can do business, such as creating martial arts—"

I saw Liu Ping sitting cross-legged, one hand quickly overlapping to form a seal.

Whenever the seal on his hand formed, it turned into a light and shadow, flew out of his hand, and floated in mid-air.

The sky and the earth trembled.

The old man changed his color and said: "You are using that kind of power - you have mastered it!"

"Yes, Master."

Liu Ping said solemnly: "I now understand that among these two kinds of power, one is the fundamental power of the Six Paths of Samsara. I am using it to create martial arts, and the entire Six Paths of Samsara can sense my power."

"It's impossible!" the old man shouted loudly.

Liu Pingdao: "Nothing is impossible, I have obtained the fundamental power of the six realms, it is far from what I used to be able to compare to—"

He thought about it for a few breaths, and a look of relief appeared on his face: "Finally, we can start saving sentient beings."

Say it, but the movements of his hands didn't stop at all.

He squeezed out the practice seals one by one, released them in the void, and sent out invisible fluctuations towards billions of worlds.

——He is really creating martial arts!
The old man lost his mind and said:

"If one kind of power is freed, the other kind of power is bound to be freed. It's impossible for only one kind of power to be sealed by you... I don't understand the situation."

Liu Ping suddenly stopped.

The force field on him disappeared.

Bursts of evil mist enveloped him.

He stood up suddenly and laughed loudly: "Hahaha, you think you can imprison me by sealing the right to use your body?"

A long sword suddenly lay across his neck.

The old Taoist held a long sword and shouted sharply: "Who are you?"

Liu Ping glanced at him flatly, and said with disdain: "Don't worry, old man, I'm still Liu Ping, but after I sealed my body, those two forces no longer competed for control of my body, but instead competed for my soul. "

"So what's going on with you now?" the old Taoist asked.

"I'm still me, it's just that when I use this evil power, my personality changes a bit—in fact, it's the same when I use another power, and they all affect my temperament." Liu Ping said.

"It means that they are all in your soul now?"

"Yes."

Liu Ping's face was full of evil intentions, he glanced at the head on the ground, and said with a grin:

"I feel it, some bugs are lurking around, trying to surround us, watch me kill them all, and turn them all into evil pincers!"

He drew a flesh blade—

Baina Knife!

The long knife unfolded, and there was a sudden shock, releasing thousands of invisible lights.

in the dark.

A series of miserable cries continued to rise and fall, and they rang for a while before gradually disappearing.

after awhile.

A human head rolled over from the darkness, forming a hill in front of Liuping.

"The more I kill, the more I kill. If I dare to come again, I'll kill all the cultivators, and the world will be clean."

Liu Ping said in a malicious tone.

Although he said such words, the movements of his hands still did not stop, and he continued to form seals one by one, allowing the seals to fly from his hands and condense into shape in mid-air.

In the void, there are more and more seals.

The densely packed dharma seals gradually resonated, causing the void and the ten directions to vibrate.

"Look!"

"All the worlds of the six realms echo me because one of my powers is their origin, and the other power is what they fear."

He said arrogantly: "Or the me now, can be called 'Liu Ping MAX'? No, it's more appropriate to call it 'Super Liu Ping'."

Another few breaths passed.

The evil mist surrounding Liu Ping's body suddenly dissipated.

A force field with a faint light reappeared around him again, and the evil intent on his face completely disappeared.

"Master, don't worry, I can finish what I want to do soon."

Liu Ping smiled at the old man.

He looked like an extremely pure child, but also exuded a sense of majesty and holiness.

The old Taoist took a few steps back, fell to the ground in a daze, and murmured softly:
"Using the weirdness as a guide, plus those two kinds of power, it turns out that's how it is."

"It's over—"

"He was born with two personalities!"

(End of this chapter)