I will be stronger after the remake

“I’ll remind them. You seem really excited. Why don’t you come along when they’re arresting people?”

"Ha, that's great. I do have some old grudges with him, whether from past lives or this one."

……

A few days later, Tang Ping didn't receive news of Fu Zhengyi's arrest, but instead received news of Ling Ge's acting coach.

According to the organization's regulations, each third-stage psychic will be assigned a mentor whose job is to help the psychic manifest their spiritual essence and handle some trivial matters.

For example, if someone needs to act as a chef to perform Lingo, the mentor has to find a famous chef who is willing to take on apprentices, contact them to participate in some well-known culinary competitions, and ensure that there are fresh ingredients in the kitchen every day so that cooking can be done at any time.

In short, it's similar to having a personal agent.

This is a privilege that only third-tier psychic can enjoy. Tang Ping also had it in his previous life, but at that time he and Yuan Ji were in the midst of a passionate relationship and did not want to be bothered by a third party, so he refused.

To Tang Ping's surprise, the mentor assigned to him by the organization was actually an acquaintance, or more accurately, an acquaintance from his previous life.

"Comrade Tang Ping, my name is Wen Xia. I was sent by my superiors to assist you in completing the Ling Ge interpretation. In the future, you can entrust me with any work related to this matter."

As she spoke, Wen Xia wore a pair of thin-rimmed gold-rimmed glasses, the lenses of which were spotless and reflected the soft glow of the overhead light. She had shoulder-length short hair, neatly layered with slightly inward-curling ends that accentuated the sharp lines of her neck. Her light gray suit skirt was perfectly pressed without a single wrinkle, and the collar of her beige silk shirt was tied with an exquisite bow. The cuffs were rolled up to her forearms, revealing a low-key silver watch on her wrist.

Tang Ping sensed the other party's spiritual pressure and discovered that he was only a second-stage spiritualist—when he met Wen Xia in his previous life, the other party was already a third-stage spiritualist.

This was the first time the two had met in this life, so Tang Ping naturally didn't speak in the tone of an acquaintance. Instead, she said very politely, "Comrade Wen Xia is a psychic, right? I thought that the job of a psychic mentor would definitely be given to an ordinary person."

“That’s generally true, but my situation is special. I can help others interpret spirituality, so I applied for this job.”

When Wen Xia speaks, she stands up straight. Even just standing, you can feel her composure and competence in handling everything at any time. It's as if no matter how complicated the situation is, she can sort it out properly.

"The same job allows two people to work together to create a spiritual, which is quite efficient."

Tang Ping made a joke to ease the atmosphere.

"Before I came, someone reminded me that Comrade Tang Ping was very young and that I should be careful with my words. So I was mentally prepared before I came, but it still surprised me when I met him. I didn't expect that someone could actually be promoted to the third level before the age of twenty. It's really unbelievable."

Wen Xia wasn't as difficult to get along with as she seemed. On the contrary, she had high emotional intelligence and complimented him with a tactful remark.

Tang Ping laughed heartily upon hearing this, and after a brief exchange of pleasantries, the two got down to business.

"This is the insight left behind by the previous 'spirit child' psychic, which the organization found in the key vault."

Wen Xia took out a document and handed it to Tang Ping.

While unpacking the package, Tang Ping asked, "Could you tell me where this senior is? I'd like to ask him for advice in person sometime, and also to thank him for his gift."

"I'm afraid that won't work. This senior died unexpectedly in a demonic incident."

That's truly a pity.

Tang Ping stopped what she was doing, observed a minute of silence for that senior colleague, and then took out the document to read it carefully.

According to the document, "reincarnated child" corresponds to a reincarnated child in reality, so if you want to find a way to interpret it, you have to look for it in reincarnated children.

The reincarnation of a Living Buddha is a unique method of succession in Tibetan Buddhism. It originated in the Karma Kagyu school of Tibetan Buddhism in the 12th century. After the death of the leader of the Black Hat lineage, the disciples elected a young child as the reincarnation successor, thus establishing the method of reincarnation of Living Buddhas. Subsequently, other schools followed suit.

According to the senior who wrote down his experience, the essence of a reincarnated lama is a successor of a sect, and the process of becoming a living Buddha is the way of interpretation. Therefore, the best way to interpret a "lamas" is to join a sect and then become the leader of that sect.

Based on his own experience, the larger the sect, the better the performance, and it is best to start from the bottom and climb up step by step, because the lamas are newcomers without any power.

Besides, conventional methods such as studying Buddhism, converting demons, doing good deeds, and influencing people can also have a transformative effect, but their efficiency is far from comparable to becoming a sect leader. If one wants to advance to the fourth stage of enlightenment in one's lifetime, this is the only option.

The elder also wrote down several practical techniques for seizing power, as well as the mistakes he had made, urging future generations to learn from them.

The document contained less than 5,000 words, which Tang Ping read in about ten minutes, and then fell into deep thought.

After a while, he handed the document to Wen Xia and said, "To facilitate future cooperation and save on communication effort, please take a look as well."

Wen Xia hesitated and said, "Does this contain any information related to psionic energy? If so, please black out the relevant content."

Tang Ping waved her hand and said, "Don't worry, it didn't mention psionic energy. Even if it did, I wouldn't care."

Since the parties involved had said so, Wen Xia naturally wouldn't hold back. She quickly glanced through the contents of the document, her expression unchanged, because she had seen many more bizarre interpretations than this. Compared to this, joining a sect and becoming a leader was perfectly normal.

"After reading it, my personal suggestion is to start with some small local cults to accumulate experience. Once you have mastered the skills, you can challenge the big sects. Although most people in our country are atheists and the management of religion is relatively strict, you can still find many cult organizations in some rural areas, such as the All N Theology, also known as the Eastern Thunder, which has not been completely eradicated to this day."

"Of course, if you don't want to get involved with cults, the organization can also arrange for you to join a legitimate Taoist temple or Buddhist temple and issue you a certificate of ordination. However, legitimate religions usually have a formal upgrade process. It's impossible to reach the top in one step. You need to accumulate seniority, so it takes more time."

"Moreover, according to the article, you can only rely on your own abilities to seize power in this process. Once you rely on the power of others, the performance will be greatly diminished."

After Wen Xia finished speaking, she set the document on fire and burned it to ashes to prevent important information from being leaked.

Tang Ping shook his head and said, "Your suggestion is very pertinent, but I don't want to waste too much time. Since we're going to use the power grab to develop the Spirit Rank anyway, why not find the largest religious organization and ascend to the top in one step? I happen to have the necessary preparations and have already taken the first step."

Chapter 247 Arresting Fu Zhengyi

Tang Ping's target was naturally the New Territories Alliance. After all, he was now a member of the New Territories Alliance, which saved him the trouble of joining. Moreover, as one of the four major international cult organizations, the New Territories Alliance had the second largest number of members after the Guiling Cult. If only the number of psionicists was considered, it was undoubtedly number one.

Even if official organizations from all countries are included in the statistics, the number of psychics in the New Territories Alliance is second only to the Chinese psychic community. Since Tang Ping cannot become the leader of the Chinese psychic community, the New Territories Alliance is the only option.

Tang Ping told Wen Xia his thoughts. Wen Xia was taken aback at first, then frowned and said, "We are afraid it will be difficult to provide effective help to a cult organization of the New Territories Alliance level."

"It's alright. I've already drafted a plan. I'll tell you the details when the time is right. First, help me find mythological relics related to Kunlun, Yingzhou, and the Yellow Emperor. Also, ask the organization for a few psychics who are skilled at exploring mythological relics to go to this area of ​​Xi'an and see if any mythological relics are about to appear."

Tang Ping pulled out a map of Xi'an and, comparing it with the location of Qin Shi Huang's Mausoleum from her past life, drew a circle on it.

He was grateful that the psionic ability "Past Life Recall" came with the trait of photographic memory; otherwise, he might not have been able to recall it.

"Luckily you're a psychic; this is something an ordinary person might not be able to accomplish," Tang Ping remarked.

Although Wen Xia had many questions in her mind, as a professional, she didn't ask too many questions. She simply took out a notebook and wrote down all the details, then asked, "May I ask when you plan to implement your plan?"

Tang Ping thought for a moment and said, "Probably next year."

Although he could take action in advance, there was one thing he wanted to confirm.

According to the mythological setting, Emperor Liujiang should appear in the Gengshen year, which is 2040. However, in the previous life, Emperor Liujiang inexplicably arrived ahead of schedule.

At the time, as the beneficiaries, no one investigated further. After all, the benefits had been obtained, and the reasons could be left to the professionals to analyze.

But now that she has memories of multiple reincarnations, Tang Ping has a guess.

The so-called cycle of reincarnation may not be about resetting the entire universe, but only about resetting the Earth; at least time is not included.

Therefore, each reincarnation seems to return to the starting point, but in fact time keeps moving forward. The year of the previous life was the Gengshen year, which does not violate the mythological setting. It's just that people in the cycle of reincarnation cannot distinguish the real year.

Thinking of this, Tang Ping recalled something else. During his first playthrough, he lamented that the weather was too cold and the climate change was somewhat illogical, as if the earth was entering a mini ice age.

If his unintentional words are the truth, then a terrifying conclusion will be drawn: the number of reincarnations far exceeds his imagination, to the point that the Earth has entered a mini ice age.

It should be noted that, based on the Earth before his time travel as the anchor point, scientists predict that the next mini ice age will not occur until at least 100,000 years from now.

Of course, it's highly likely that he's just worrying unnecessarily. After all, judging from the scene when the world was destroyed, it was clear that the Earth was digitally formatted along with it, so logically the Earth's age should have returned to its original value.

The saying goes, "A single piece of evidence is not conclusive." A single instance of imperial dew flowing cannot prove anything. It may simply be due to some unexpected event that caused the imperial dew to appear prematurely. However, once a second example appears, the persuasiveness will increase significantly.

The second example Tang Ping targeted was the Temple of Yu the Great, because according to the observations on that day, the formation sealing the temple would automatically break in the Gengzi year of next year.

If the temple formation remains unchanged by next year, then the conjecture that time will not be reset can at least be used as a default condition when reasoning, if not a certainty.

Wen Xia didn't have many thoughts. In a responsible manner, she advised, "There are still half a year left until next year. If you don't have anything else to do, why not try my previous suggestion and give the New Territories Alliance some experience?"

Tang Ping was not a stubborn person. After thinking about it, she felt that there was no downside to the other party's suggestion, so she readily agreed and said, "Okay, I'll trouble you to collect some information about local cult organizations for me."

Wen Xia happily agreed and added, "During this time, I suggest you learn some illusion-type spiritual arts. Although you can't use them in the real world, you can first cast an illusion spell to increase your charm in the Illusionary Realm and then return to the real world. The spiritual arts that have already taken effect will not become invalid when you return to the real world."

"Okay, I'll study when I have time."

……

Fu Zhengyi, from the Lingneng Management Bureau of Lin'an City, is receiving a visiting superior.

According to regulations, there are two to three inspections every year, but most of them are just formalities with everyone going through the motions. Judging from the reception this morning, this time seems to be no exception.

Although it inevitably interferes with work, most of the work at the Psionic Administration is flexible and there is no mandatory requirement to do a certain amount of work each day, so most people treat this day as a holiday.

At least that's what Fu Zhengyi thought before entering the private room of the company cafeteria, until the visiting leader raised a question:

"Director Fu, someone has reported that you disclosed information about the organization to the Spiritualism Progress Research Association. Is this true or false?"

What seemed like a casual remark sent a jolt of alarm through Fu Zhengyi's mind, instantly raising his alertness to its highest level. He realized one thing: the leader who had been chatting with him about nonsense all morning must possess the ability to detect lies.

"It seems that this whistleblower has a grudge against me. Alas, I offend too many people in my daily work, and I can't think of anyone who would target me like this."

Fu Zhengyi smiled and said solemnly, "I believe I have a clear conscience and will not use 'the innocent are innocent and the guilty are guilty' as a pretext. I only request a face-to-face confrontation with the whistleblower. Since the other party dared to report a third-level psionicist, they must have solid evidence. If I cannot prove my innocence, I am willing to accept the organization's punishment."

These words were spoken with such confidence and righteousness that even the leader who asked the question couldn't help but feel uneasy, wondering if his direct questioning had been too rash.

However, as a lie detector expert, he has experienced all kinds of sophistry and knows that the more you talk, the easier it is to bypass the lie detection mechanism. On the contrary, a simple "yes or no" answer is not easy to fool.

"Director Fu, I think you should also know that we usually don't pay attention to reports from third-level psionicists. This is out of respect for you, unless the other party produces irrefutable evidence or has an extremely special identity. This whistleblower frankly said that if he has wronged you, he will personally apologize to you."

"Now, please answer 'yes' or 'no' to my question, 'You revealed information about the organization to the Society for the Advancement of Spiritual Studies.' Any other answer will be considered an admission. Of course, you can also choose not to answer."

Without a doubt, not answering means tacit agreement.

Fu Zhengyi was instantly driven to a dead end. To be fair, the other party's questions were not flawless, and the flaws were quite obvious. For example, the so-called "organizational intelligence" did not specify which organization it was. As long as he believed that the "organization" referred to the neighborhood committee, he could answer "no" with a straight face.

However, doing so requires a certain amount of mental preparation and an adjustment in perception.

Ultimately, the key to identifying lies lies in the speaker's subjective perception. Without being mentally prepared, Fu Zhengyi couldn't temporarily change his perception of the "organization" to the neighborhood committee; he subconsciously assumed it was the Chinese Psionic Department.

Only psychics who specialize in psychology can adjust their cognition in an instant; "True Dragon Bi'an" clearly does not possess this ability.

The next moment, Fu Zhengyi suddenly reached out and overturned the turntable on the table, smashing it towards the lie detection expert opposite him. Then, without hesitation, he pushed open the window and jumped out.

The private dining room was on the third floor of the restaurant. The height of less than ten meters was no different from a standing long jump for him. However, he understood one thing: since the other party was determined to capture him, they could not have been unprepared. As long as they sent a few sharpshooters to target his weaknesses, even a dragon might not be able to withstand it.

At this moment, Fu Zhengyi felt immense envy for those psionicists who possessed elemental forms.

If it were a battle between psionicists, he would not be afraid of his elemental form at all, given his true dragon bloodline. However, in the modern world, when faced with a barrage of firearms, his true dragon bloodline is far inferior to his elemental form, which is practically immortal.

Therefore, the most important thing right now is to escape into the Realm of Illusion. Once he can enter the Realm of Illusion, he can use his spiritual energy and magic, and there are many ways to get rid of the pursuers.

While in mid-air, Fu Zhengyi reached into his robes and grabbed the Illusion-Breaking Stone upon landing. However, before he could activate it, a kick struck his wrist, sending the Illusion-Breaking Stone flying.

He quickly rolled away to avoid any further attacks, then looked at the attacker and was astonished to find that it was Yuan Ji.

"Fu Zhengyi, you're really getting worse as you get older. Although I know you're hypocritical and ambitious, I never expected you to be so blinded by greed that you'd even collude with a cult. Instead of taking the right path, you chose to associate with a cult. Where did your brain go?"

Yuan Ji did not seize the opportunity to launch a preemptive attack. Instead, he mocked the Broken Illusion Stone with a disdainful tone while kicking it far away.

"This shows you don't understand me at all. I abandon personal interests for my ideals, and someone as prejudiced and stubborn as you will never understand that."

Fu Zhengyi glanced at the broken illusion stone in the distance, but didn't rush to snatch it, because Yuan Ji wouldn't allow him to get the stone easily. However, the fact that no large group of armed special police officers ran out to surround him made him feel relieved, as he felt that there was still some hope of escaping.

Without hesitation, Fu Zhengyi's feet pounded on the bluestone slabs, making a creaking sound. He immediately adopted the "Liangyi Ding" stance of Bajiquan, his shoulder and back muscles bulging like a crouching tiger.

Yuan Ji sneered: "You can't beat me in martial arts. Have you forgotten the contest that night? Perfect, I'll teach you a lesson on behalf of your master, you traitor who has ruined the reputation of our sect."

She immediately adopted the same stance, but her movements were three times more agile than Fu Zhengyi's. With her shoulders slightly lowered, she took a step forward and closed in, her fists striking the center of her chest with a crisp sound.

Fu Zhengyi blocked with his left arm, his elbow colliding head-on with Yuan Ji's fist, producing a muffled thunderous sound. He used the momentum to spin around, his right fist drawing a crescent-shaped arc, a variation of the Mountain-Splitting Palm from Bajiquan. With the support of his powerful physique, the palm wind alone was so fierce that it was impossible to open one's eyes.

Yuan Ji leaped back after touching the ground with his toes, dodging the palm strike, while his knee struck Fu Zhengyi's supporting leg like an iron cone. This move is the "kneeling knee" in Bajiquan.

If the prototype of Bajiquan's "top elbow strike" is the throat-piercing action of spearmanship, then "kneeling knee strike" comes from the fatal counterattack when dismounting from a horse during a battlefield archery exercise.

"Well!"

Fu Zhengyi's knees went numb instantly, his strong body swayed, but he managed to stay upright and not kneel. At the same time, he twisted his waist and used his strength to slam his shoulder into Yuan Ji's chest.

This powerful and heavy strike was too much for Yuan Ji to handle head-on. He immediately lightly touched the ground with his toes and moved to the side. Then, he used his left hand to wrap around Fu Zhengyi's wrist with a silk-reeling force, while his right hand slid down the back of Fu Zhengyi's arm, with his index and middle fingers touching the Quchi acupoint together.

Fu Zhengyi, in pain, countered with a move called "Golden Thread Wrist Entanglement."

"Who gave you the courage to challenge me to a close-quarters combat contest?"

Yuan Ji chuckled, flicked his wrist to break free of the grip, and simultaneously thrust his elbow towards Fu Zhengyi's ribs.

Fu Zhengyi groaned, tensing his muscles as he took the elbow strike head-on, and seized the opportunity to lunge towards the Illusion-Breaking Stone.

Yuan Ji had anticipated this, and with a stomping step that sent stone chips flying, he caught up and struck out with a double palm strike from the side.

Fu Zhengyi had no way to avoid it, so he could only raise his arm to block, preparing to rely on his dragon body to withstand the blow. However, when they made contact, the opponent's strength was not strong, but a sinister force penetrated into his body, making half of his body numb.

"Go away!"

Fu Zhengyi roared and turned around to throw a punch, but it was easily deflected.

The sounds of their fists clashing echoed in the courtyard. Although Fu Zhengyi repeatedly forced Yuan Ji back with brute force, he was unable to break through the blockade. Instead, Yuan Ji seized the opportunity and used his more refined Bajiquan techniques to strike vital points time and time again, causing Fu Zhengyi's blood and qi to surge. The penetrating force also impacted his internal organs, exacerbating his internal injuries.

If this battle continues, even if the body of the righteous dragon is as strong as steel, it will eventually be worn down and killed.

Suddenly, a shadowy figure leaped up from under the artificial hill, grabbed the Broken Illusion Stone, and turned to pounce on Fu Zhengyi.

Yuan Ji was taken aback and hurriedly stepped in to block him. But when she exerted her strength and struck at her opponent with a cross-shaped strike, he instantly darted into her shadow and then emerged from behind her, successfully making contact with Fu Zhengyi.