Under One Person: Starting from the Inheritance of Gods

Chapter 106: Creation as Work (Please subscribe! Please give me a monthly ticket!)
"In this way, the Seven Evils Gathering Body becomes the Seven Evils Devouring Body, and the resentment of these evil spirits and resentful children can be reduced a little."

Meng Fan looked at the seven flying Yaksha boys in front of him and explained to everyone.

After all, these seven flying yaksha boys died after suffering torture in their lifetime. They are filled with resentment and have a natural hatred towards humans. Therefore, as soon as they open their eyes, they show their desire to attack people with their fangs and claws.

Meng Fan lightly pinched a spell, which made them hold their heads tightly and cry, kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy.

However, Ma Xianhong couldn't help but frown as he watched the process of change, and said quickly: "Why do I feel that your method is even more evil than the so-called Seven Evils Gathering?"

Meng Fan said, "Don't worry, it's not over yet. Next, we just need to introduce the incense and fire to cleanse their resentment, and then we can completely transform them into guardian boys. But this is a slow process, so don't be impatient."

After listening to Meng Fan's explanation, Grandpa Bi, as the most knowledgeable person among the crowd, looked at these Yaksha boys and pushed his glasses.

He said: "This method sounds a bit like the Buddhist method of creating Buddhist guardians, and Yaksha is one of the eight groups of heavenly dragons, and is the evil ghost converted by the Buddha."

"I have to say, this is indeed the best way to cure these evil spirits."

Suddenly, Grandpa Bi looked at the Sky-Roaring Dog and the Sky-Falling Eagle beside Meng Fan again. Combining what Meng Fan had said before, he seemed to have figured something out.

"Is this what you mean by tracking down the remains of ancient gods and demons?"

Meng Fan nodded: "Yes, but the real secrets can only be known by joining the 139th Division. What I just revealed is just the tip of the iceberg."

Afterwards, Meng Fan looked at the seven Yaksha boys, feeling a little headache, and looked at Ma Xianhong and said familiarly: "Master Ma, can you lend me a devouring sac?"

"You have inquired very clearly!"

Ma Xianhong had the feeling that his secrets had been figured out by others. In front of Meng Fan, it seemed as if he had no secrets at all. Although he was very unhappy, Ma Xianhong still threw a swallowing sac over and explained its usage.

After Meng Fan put the seven Yaksha boys into the Devouring Sac, he looked at Ma Xianhong and formally invited him, "Master Ma, do you want to join us?"

Ma Xianhong's mouth twitched: "Can you please stop calling me Master Ma? That's too childish!"

"Okay, Master. I understand!"

Meng Fan deliberately called him "Cult Leader" in a malicious way, making Ma Xianhong feel ashamed.

However, Ma Xianhong also thought seriously about Meng Fan's proposal for a moment, but refused: "Sorry, I am not interested in your 139th Division."

"Thank you very much for helping me find Zhao Guizhen, the black sheep. But thank you, but it's impossible for me to join the 139th Division."

Meng Fan was not surprised by this, but asked: "Can I hear your reasons?"

"I have something I have to do..."

"About that self-cultivation furnace?" Meng Fan pointed out directly.

"I didn't expect you even knew this." Ma Xianhong said in surprise.

"Not only do I know about the Self-cultivation Furnace, but I also know that you possess the divine power of a hundred refinements!" Meng Fan's eyes suddenly became serious.

But Ma Xianhong just smiled, and then he said persistently with a look of longing: "As long as the self-cultivation furnace is perfected, I can get my memory back." "I am an equipment refiner. In my opinion, the greatest equipment refiner is fate. All things in the world are equipment refined by fate."

"People are also tools, they can be refined!"

"This is the function of the self-cultivation furnace, which can turn ordinary people into extraordinary people."

Hearing this, Meng Fan couldn't help but sneer: "Your idea is really crazy. There is no distinction between the teachings, and all the immortals come to pay homage. Are you going to be a saint?"

Although Meng Fan and Ma Xianhong have the same goal, both hope that the proportion of extraordinary people will continue to increase, but there is no doubt that Ma Xianhong's path was wrong from the beginning.

The higher-ups will not allow individuals to master the method of transforming a large number of ordinary people into extraordinary people, and this change is drastic and uncontrollable.

Meng Fan handed over the Jiahe Longya Rice. After long-term consumption, he could strengthen his physique and slowly transform into an alien. He handed the key to the alien era to the upper level, which was controllable and gentle.

Ma Xianhong's mistake was that, with a powerful weapon in his hand, he only wanted to realize his own ideas and ignored the practical problems. Just like Tongtian Jiaozhu, his understanding of the world and human nature was too shallow and he was naive and cute.

However, Ma Xianhong himself is a technical geek, and he has been brainwashed by Ma's elder sister Qu Tong, so it is natural that he did not think of this level.

Hearing Meng Fan's words, Ma Xianhong shook his head and said, "I don't dare to be a saint, I just hope to provide convenience to those who need it."

Meng Fan immediately retorted: "But have you ever thought that if you casually grant others special skills without examining the character of the people who need it, it will cause a big mess sooner or later?"

"Inheritance is precious, especially for Buddhism and Taoism. All of those disciples have to go through layers of tests of their character. They have to spend three years sweeping the floor, three years chopping wood, three years making fire, and three years chanting scriptures before they can be passed down a technique."

"The aliens you created with the self-cultivation furnace are just a group of ordinary people trying to break into the alien world, either for fame and fortune or for other reasons, just like the Jiejiao back then, with good and bad people and no moral character."

"If there is no control, the so-called coming of the immortals will be nothing but a riot of demons!"

Meng Fan's words hit the nail on the head, pointing out the fragility of Ma Xianhong's ideas, which left Ma Xianhong speechless.

Finally, he had to admit: "Yes, I admit that my ideas are naive, but I will improve them. I must complete the self-cultivation furnace."

Perfecting the self-cultivation furnace seemed to have become an obsession in Ma Xianhong's mind. His desire to regain his memory prompted him to be stubborn.

However, Meng Fan said quietly, "Ma Xianhong, do you really think that the Self-cultivation Furnace can help you regain your memory, and is the Self-cultivation Furnace also the work of you alone?"

"What do you mean?"

Meng Fan smiled mysteriously and said meaningfully: "If I remember correctly, the self-cultivation furnace has a core, right?"

"Have you ever opened it and seen what's inside?"

Ma Xianhong frowned. It was true that the self-cultivation furnace had a core, but his sister told him not to open the core. Ma Xianhong was very obedient and never opened it.

Could it be that there is some secret in that core?
Meng Fan walked forward, patted Ma Xianhong on the shoulder, and said, "We have some information in our hands. Do you want to retrieve your real memory?"

"Go show me the self-cultivation furnace!"

(End of this chapter)