Chapter 24 Which came first, the chicken or the egg?

The second level of bone contemplation is to visualize yourself and everything in the world around you as a pile of bones. This requires not only observing the shape of the bones, but also the spirit of the bones.

The former is not difficult, you just need to visualize the appearance of the bones, but the latter is difficult.

The so-called relaxation, tranquility and clarity was like a telescopic string hanging above the skull; Wang Yuanjing had never been able to grasp it.

No matter how he tried, it always felt like something was missing.

Until this time I entered the interior
The existence of the Three Demon Ladies really gave him a big surprise. Is there anyone in the world who is more suitable as a reference for the White Bone Contemplation than the Three Corpse Gods that he created while practicing the White Bone Contemplation?

"So in this world, which came first, the chicken or the egg?"

Thinking of this, Wang Yuanjing inexplicably wanted to laugh for some reason.

He couldn't help but sigh at the cruel play of fate. The Three Corpse Gods manifested themselves, something that the cultivators themselves had not been able to accomplish.

"The rest is clear."

Wang Yuanjing sat on the recliner and thought quietly about what to do next.

Now that the shape and charm of the bones have been obtained, the rest is easy.

Observe yourself, observe others, observe the entire city, observe the world. Once you have constructed a world of bones in your mind, the second level of realm will be completely achieved.

"Let's set a small goal first, solve the problem of the three corpses, and have a good sleep."

Thinking of this, Wang Yuanjing stretched and stood up from the recliner.

I feel so energetic that I don't want to sleep.

In fact, when his practice reaches a certain level, even if he stays awake all day and all night it will not affect his life.

However, Wang Yuanjing has not had a good night's sleep since he traveled through time. When his injury had not healed, he was in so much pain that he couldn't sleep all day and all night. After his injury healed, he was haunted by the three corpses again and had nightmares every night.

He had already somewhat forgotten what foot sensation felt like.

He didn't know when it started, but getting a good night's sleep had become an unshakable wish in his mind.

Unless he learns the Three Demon Sect's method of controlling the Three Corpses to relieve his temporary suffering, it will ultimately be a temporary solution and will also create hidden dangers for his future practice.

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Wang Yuanjing walked to the life-size mirror that he had brought out from Xue Fan’s bedroom and began to look at the person in the mirror.

With tough features, dark yellow skin, flat head and dark circles under the eyes, a pair of worn-out Liberation shoes and plain clothes, he looked a bit out of place, but
"That's great! Wang Yuanjing is the most handsome man in this area!"

Wang Yuanjing rubbed his head with satisfaction.

I wonder how other time travelers are doing?

His appearance is 70% similar to that of his previous life. His bottom line is there, and even with the aura of a tuberculosis patient, he is not much different.

"In that case, let's prepare to open the business tomorrow. If we want to build Bai Gu Po Sa, we can't do it behind closed doors."

Time flies and spring comes again.

Relying on the shop opening manual "Funeral One-Stop Service" left by Xue Fan and his strong learning ability, Wang Yuanjing re-established Xue's Baishipu.

Although people in the town were curious about why the grandson of Old Xue abandoned the funeral shop and left it to a distant relative to run, they gradually accepted this fact.

After all, ordinary people may not step into a funeral shop a few times in their lifetime, so it doesn't matter much to them who is running it. For local residents, it's just an extra topic for casual conversation after drinking. As time goes by, it loses the capital to come to the table and returns to normal.

As the local cremation policy tightened, the flow of people in the funeral park gradually increased, and the Xue family funeral shop became one of the beneficiaries. After all, it was the closest to the funeral home.

So in a sense, it was Wang Yuanjing, a person from an outsider, who developed and expanded Xue Fan's funeral shop.

For Wang Yuanjing, the most obvious change from all this was that he no longer had to live a life of eating radishes and pickles every day with Tu Junfang, but now he could live a good life with meat for every meal.

With improved nutrition and daily practice, the physical deficit caused by the injury was made up.

Sixteen years old is the peak period of physical development. His height, which was originally a bit regrettable, is growing rapidly. This makes Wang Yuanjing, who has always been worried about it, feel a little relieved.

That day, Wang Yuanjing sat on a recliner and practiced meditation with his eyes closed.

A middle-aged man walked into the store. "Boss, do you have cinnabar and yellow paper?"

Wang Yuanjing was a little surprised when he heard that the visitor wanted cinnabar, as these two are unpopular items.

Cinnabar, also known as cinnabar.

Ancient books record that it tastes sweet and slightly cold, and can cure all kinds of diseases of the five internal organs, nourish the spirit, calm the soul, replenish qi and improve eyesight, kill evil spirits, and long-term consumption can make one feel immortal.

But this is based on correct use.

Because the main component of cinnabar is a mercury compound, improper use can easily cause harm to the human body.

In addition, this person also asked for yellow paper, so his purpose is self-evident.

"Do you want to draw a talisman? I have a finished one here."

Who would draw talismans for funerals nowadays? This was also the reason why Wang Yuanjing was surprised.

"Are you the boss here?"

The middle-aged man asked with some surprise, Wang Yuanjing looked like a child no matter how you looked at him.

"Yes."

Wang Yuanjing stood up from the recliner and explained patiently.

Basically every customer who comes to the store will ask about this matter, and over time, he got used to it.

Make money! Not shabby.

But when he turned his gaze to the person who came, he was slightly stunned.

Because the person in front of him was not a Taoist priest or a wizard as he had imagined. Instead, he was wearing casual clothes. Although his appearance was ordinary, he had a unique temperament.

"Really? How about you ask your parents to come over?"

The middle-aged man asked suspiciously.

Whose funeral shop owner is a child?

"It's absolutely true. I'm the only one in my family."

Wang Yuanjing answered verbally, but something started to happen in his mind, so he changed the subject.

"You want cinnabar yellow paper, don't you? Please follow me."

Although the middle-aged man wanted to ask something else, he stopped hesitating after hearing what Wang Yuanjing said.

Taking advantage of the moment when the other party turned around, Wang Yuanjing's eyes were suddenly covered with a thin layer of Qi light, and he looked at the middle-aged man.

It turns out to be an extraordinary person!
He thought to himself that it was strange.

There are only one in a hundred thousand of these strange people, and this small town has a population of only 20,000 to 30,000. Unexpectedly, another one came today and happened to come to his shop.

As for why Wang Yuanjing was sure that this person was an alien
Bai Gu Posa's practice is a slow and steady process, so he has used his spare time these days to sort out and upgrade his skills.

The ability to see Qi through the body that I am using right now is one of them.

The only problem was that the alien's spiritual perception was very strong, and Wang Yuanjing was afraid that he would be discovered, so he used a little trick.

As soon as the middle-aged man turned around, he felt a sense of being watched from behind. He frowned and turned around, only to see the young boss standing behind him enthusiastically.

"Guest, this way."

Maybe it's an illusion.

The middle-aged man thought to himself.

As he got closer, Wang Yuanjing was shocked and asked with a smile.

"What's your name, sir?"

(End of this chapter)