Seeing that his wife was angry, Luo Liru hurriedly comforted her, "Sister, I was wrong. Don't take it to heart. I was just telling the truth. It's your fault for asking such a weird question. Why would the leader bully you …"
Jiao Waner's heart was cold. She said lightly, "Brother, remember what you said just now. Don't regret it in the future."
Seeing that she would not let go of this question, Luo Liru thought that she was being stubborn. He felt a little impatient and said, "Sister, are you serious? Do you really think that the leader will like you? Madame Guo is like a fairy. How can she like me? "
"Go away!" Jiao Waner said angrily.
Luo Liru and Jiao Waner often joked, so he did not notice that she was really angry. Seeing the dress on the screen, his eyes lit up.
"Sister, you slept with Madame Guo yesterday. Your dress must be stained with her smell. Madame Guo is like a fairy. I will never be able to meet her in my life. It's good for me to smell her. "
After saying that, he reached out to grab the dress on the screen.
Jiao Waner was shocked. There was no smell of Huang Rong on her dress, but there were a lot of dirty things left by the devil. How could he see it?
Jiao Waner pulled her dress back from the screen. Her tears streamed down her face. "You men are all bad. You are all despicable and shameless! Go away! "
At the same time, Song Qingshu was thinking about the Devil Inside. So far, the Devil Inside had happened twice. The first time was the most dangerous. He almost lost himself in the Forbidden City and didn't even want to know his real identity. The second time was last night. It seemed that it was not as fierce as the first time. After one night, he became sober.
"Can this Kung Fu infinitely magnify the inner thoughts of a cultivator?" Thinking that no one in the history of Tantric Buddhism had succeeded in practicing it, Song Qingshu could not help but shiver.
Everyone had countless thoughts every day. But the reason why people were different from animals was that they were still rational. Many thoughts were strangled in the bud from the beginning.
However, the Joy Zen Art seemed to be able to unwittingly boost one's inner desires. Many incomparably evil thoughts that one usually didn't dare to think about and hidden in a corner of one's heart could be stimulated. It was really impossible to guard against.
Song Qingshu still remembered the first time he met Jiao Waner. A thought flashed through his mind: I wonder what it feels like to play with such a dignified and graceful woman …
At that time, Song Qingshu was just thinking about it casually and quickly threw the idea to the back of his mind. He didn't expect it to suddenly erupt last night.
Song Qingshu seemed to gradually understand why he had never heard of anyone successfully cultivating this technique since ancient times. After all, he possessed the Joy Genuine Qi, and it was practically effortless for him to obtain a woman's body. Under this extreme contrast, how many people could resist this kind of temptation?
If a cultivator was even slightly careless, he would become a slave. At that time, he would want all the outstanding beauties in the world, and outstanding beauties were often surrounded by outstanding men. If a cultivator used despicable means to obtain all the beauties in the world, he would naturally become the public enemy of the world and embark on the road of destruction.
Thinking of that situation, Song Qingshu could not help but shiver. But soon, another thought popped up in his mind. As long as you were strong enough, it didn't matter! Genghis Khan had destroyed countless countries, and every time, he would take the wives and daughters of his enemies into his room. Countless people wanted to burn his bones and scatter his ashes, but didn't he still live freely?
Two kinds of thoughts came and went one after another. Song Qingshu seemed to feel that there was a white little angel standing on his left shoulder, earnestly admonishing him, but on his right shoulder, there was a cunning little devil constantly tempting him. Comparing the two, the temptation of the little devil seemed to be much more attractive …
Seeing that he was about to be completely demonized, Song Qingshu suddenly opened his eyes. As the saying goes, "Heaven and earth are heartless and treat all things as straw dogs. Saints are heartless and treat common people as straw dogs." Since the birth of the universe, there was actually no such thing as good and evil. Good and evil were just the shackles that people created for themselves.
The Joy Zen technique was a Buddhist technique. The Buddhists believed in karma the most. Even if the cultivators were completely controlled and fell into the devil's path, they still had the concept of karma in their bones. Perhaps they didn't realize it, but deep in their hearts, they probably believed that they would suffer karma sooner or later …
The more Song Qingshu thought about it, the more excited he became. The reason why he could think of this was not because he was smarter and wiser than the brilliant people of Tantric Buddhism, but because he was not a Buddhist at all. He did not believe in karma like those Buddhists did.
Moreover, Song QingShu had traveled to this world from a future where information technology was extremely advanced. In that era, countless scientific studies and sci-fi works seemed to have revealed one truth: although the power of cause and effect was powerful, it was not universally applicable in all situations.
The only two forces that could be transmitted between different universes and time were gravity and love. The power of karma could not transcend the limits of time and space …
Song Qingshu seemed to have been enlightened. He vaguely understood where the predecessors of Tantric Buddhism had failed. These people were all brilliant people. Some broke through the constraints of reason, and some used great perseverance to restrain the monstrous sky. But no matter what method they used, they were destined to fail.
Because whether it was reason or karma, they were actually an inseparable part of the human body. And these predecessors of Tantric Buddhism had actually spent their entire lives trying to separate their own souls. How could they not fail?
Presumably, when many pioneers had their inner demons, they must have produced all kinds of negative emotions like he did before: panic, fear, guilt, guilt … then they would try to use all kinds of methods to eliminate the inner demons.
What they did not know was that the inner demons were only a natural phenomenon as one's power increased. In fact, there was no need to treat them differently as if they were facing a great enemy. If one did not feel that it was an inner demon, then it was not an inner demon.
Song QingShu's mind was agitated, and his thoughts were in a mess. For a moment, he didn't quite understand, but he was acutely aware that he seemed to have touched the threshold of success, and he was just a step away.
For the next period of time, Song Qingshu acted as if nothing had happened. He handled the matters of the Golden Snake Camp as usual. Even when he faced Jiao Wan 'er sometimes, he only treated her as an ordinary subordinate. There was no difference at all. In the end, it made Jiao Wan' er worry about gains and losses and let her imagination run wild.
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