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The Eight Parts of Demi-Gods Chapter 13 The Spiritual Dojo

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    When the sun first rises, day and night are separated.  ¡ü,

    It is the fusion of yin and yang between heaven and earth, the most vital moment.

    Taoists have a theory of picking up that wisp of innate purple energy at this time.

    Purple Qi is just an image. A truly wise monk takes the Taoist meaning of the Purple Qi and uses it for visualization.

    If someone were standing in front of Li Zhichang at this moment, they would find that purple energy seemed to emerge from his eyes, touching each other with the brilliance of the red sun. There is me in you, and you are in me.

    This is of course not that Li Zhichang¡¯s eyes really emit purple energy, but that this is what he shows to people¡¯s hearts.

    After Li Zhichang's battle with Aphrodite, he became more and more understanding of the subtleties of the soul. Coupled with his past experience, he was finally able to create a spiritual aura around him.

    It can also be called a dojo.

    The Mahayana Bodhisattva and the Golden Immortal of the Cave Heaven have dojos, which are called manthara in Buddhist scriptures and the Taoists call them enchantments.

    In this invisible and qualityless spiritual aura, Li Zhichang can influence reality.

    Although his dojo is still very subtle and imperfect, it is no longer qualitatively different from the Golden Immortal realm.

    " In the final analysis, the soul, mana, and energy are not fundamentally different from the thermal weapons in this world. The power of a nuclear bomb is nothing more than the most powerful Taoist magic from an immortal.

    Only the power of the spiritual aura can transcend time and space and peer into the ubiquitous roots of destiny.

    This is the powerful side of Jinxian, one of its characteristics.

    "It's a small ship, and there are no hidden dragons and crouching tigers. Li Zhichang changed his appearance, so naturally no one recognized him. He just walked around casually in the United States.

    Even if he stays in the country, it is impossible to find him except for those who are supposed to come.

    Although he is already at the pinnacle of the world, he still doesn¡¯t want to go against the state machine. After all, he is not that crazy.

    Just because he can be indifferent to everything doesn't mean that he will take pleasure in killing living beings.

    At the same time, he also has plans to find out the details of Black Feather Company.

    Black Feather Company is obviously one of his minions who transform into Zi Zaitian. Even if it is not a minion, it is certainly closely related.  Why couldn't he solve this little trouble that might be an obstacle by surprise.

    In Li Zhichang¡¯s eyes, Black Feather Company is not worth mentioning. In fact, as the largest security company in the world, its strength cannot be described as unfathomable.

    Even the military strength of some small countries.  They may not be able to withstand the combat power of Black Feather Company.

    Of course, Li Zhichang's advantage is that unless he is also a top-level figure, no matter how many others there are, even if he cannot fight head-on, he can still guerrilla and be unstoppable.

    Black Feather Company is located in North Carolina, the most powerful country in the world.  In less than three years since its establishment, it has received more than one billion U.S. dollars in contracts from the U.S. government.

    This is an extremely scary number, and it also represents the strength of Black Feather Company. Even the US government attaches great importance to it.

    It has been more than ten years since the founding of Black Feather Company. Gradually no one knows who the three founders of Black Feather Company were and where they came from.

    At this moment, in a tavern on a very messy street in the city of North Carolina, there are a mixture of black-skinned and yellow-skinned people of all colors, having fun, drinking, and chatting in the tavern.

    It¡¯s noisy. In addition to authentic American English, there are also occasional expletives and swear words from many ethnic groups.

    This is a gray area in the city.  Full of the dark side of America.

    But these people¡¯s eyes are now focused on a clown in the center of the hall.  This clown's face is colorful and covered with oil paint. His mouth is wide open and there are long and narrow marks on the corners of his lips, just like the Laughing Man written by Victor Hugo.

    He made all kinds of weird movements, which made the drinkers laugh. Just his face and his ugly and funny movements made these strong, drunk men laugh wildly.

    As the clown performs more and more comically.  These drinkers struggling in the gray area are laughing until they can¡¯t breathe.

    At the back, they showed crazy and frightened smiles, danced and laughed uncontrollably.

    The crazy laughter is endless.  At the end, it gradually disappeared, and the tavern became quiet, leaving behind horrible, painful but grinning corpses on the ground.

    It was then that the clown stopped moving and became quiet.

    The true human temperament has also become very melancholy, but his eyes are inspecting every corpse on the ground one by one, as if he is inspecting his own masterpiece.

    "Are you having fun like this?"

    Suddenly a handsome mixed-race man sat down in the tavern.  He has a perfect appearance, his eyes are blurred, and he has a kind of carelessness.Lazy temperament.

    How he came in and how he sat down, no one knows.

    When I arrived, it was like a dream, leaving no trace. Sitting there and suddenly opening my mouth would attract all the attention.

    "I let these ants die happily. If you count the merits, how much merits did I gain today?"

    The clown¡¯s voice is not hoarse, but as pure as the cry of an oriole. Anyone who hears his voice will have a hard time connecting it with his appearance.

    He is not a clown, but a demon of trouble, one of the six demons.

    There are endless worries, so it is difficult to achieve Bodhi.

    Because he is a trouble demon, he likes to bring laughter to people. Laughter can make people forget their troubles, and death will not be too painful. Of course, this is what the trouble demon thinks.

    Death is not a pleasant thing for anyone, but rather painful.

    He looked at the painful expressions on the faces of each corpse. Although he admired his masterpiece, he couldn't help but feel melancholy. If you die happily, why do you still suffer? This is the reason for his melancholy.

    "The bald donkey said that seeing one's nature is merit and equality is virtue. If you are unhappy and unhappy, how can there be any merit?"

    The handsome mixed-race man smiled, his smile was very pure, making people think of the green lotus blooming in a pool of clear water.

    ¡°Compared to the ugly clown, there is nothing about him that is not perfect and there is nothing that can be faulted.

    "Ye Motian, you are so annoying, don't you know why I want to see you cry every time I see you?"

    "I'm afraid I can only disappoint you, and haven't you noticed that the auras of the dead demon and the evil demon have disappeared?"

    He knew that the bickering between the two would definitely last three days and three nights, so he wisely stopped the topic.

    "They won't die anyway. Even if they die, it's a good thing."

    The clown has absolutely no intention of harming his fellow creatures, and has no intention of harming his companions.

    There is no absolute relationship between the six demons, and they are demons. They will not die until all living beings are destroyed.

    Although there is no boundless power like the Golden Immortal, it is harder to fall than the Golden Immortal.

    Even if one is as strong as the Buddha, there is nothing he can do about his transformation into the Self-Heaven.

    In fact, the reason why Li Zhichang was blocked by the six demons had something to do with him. Whether it was the Taiyi True Art left by the Qing Emperor or the three disasters that had been eradicated since ancient times, they all made him far away from the ancient great supernatural power.  It is getting closer and closer, and cannot be equated with the current practice.  (To be continued.)
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