I, the public enemy

Chapter 80 Immortal Carriage

Chapter 80 Immortal Carriage

Wang Jin.

He passed away six years ago at the age of 24.

A top student at Cangzhou Capital University, he was already at the late stage of Qi Refining by his senior year, and is expected to compete with heroes from all over the world in the Three Thousand Continents War.

At that time, the three people's parents did not go to work in high-level positions.

Wang Jin was able to work part-time while in college and was the breadwinner of his family, earning even more than his parents.

Therefore, there is sufficient capital to nurture Wang Meng, who is now studying at Gray University.

However, he dropped out of Cangzhou Capital University in his senior year for unknown reasons and completely lost contact with his family.

Because of the difficulty of the Foundation Establishment exam, as long as one completes their studies normally, they can graduate and find a decent job, and no one knows what happened to them.

When the news came again, he had already been arrested and imprisoned, charged with stealing trade secrets.

The makeshift prisons involve labor reform, which cannot be accomplished by simply operating sewing machines. They require high-intensity smelting workshops and dark underground mines to generate high profits.

Six months after he was imprisoned, the official report stated that he died accidentally.

Because of Wang Jin's criminal offenses, Wang Meng and Wang Qing failed the political background check and were unable to apply to universities for military, police, and special agents positions.

Inside the coffee shop.

Wang Qing had never studied this matter before. The person in front of him was most likely a copycat. Hearing him say this, could it be that Wang Jin was also involved with the demonic path?

Tell me about it.

Wang Qing was somewhat interested.

The idea of ​​killing the man in the trench coat and searching his soul was temporarily abandoned.

Soul-searching techniques are not considered advanced methods; they were quite common in the old cultivation world.

However, soul searching can only be performed on the dead. Using it on the living is equivalent to extracting the soul, which will also shatter the soul. It is better to just kill the person to make the search easier.

These underground party members have complex communication systems, and this person likely knows only a limited amount of information about them, thus losing the channel to communicate with the demonic path.

Let's play with him for a while.

"This is not the place to talk."

The man in the trench coat had a better understanding of the cabin than most people on the 21st floor.

Within the high walls of the same corridor where all voices pass through, amidst the orderly harmony, there still exist cracks that go unnoticed.

"I wouldn't mind making the trip."

Wang Qing can set off.

But the man in the trench coat didn't think that way. He had already achieved his goal, and all he needed to do now was contact Wang Qing. Wang Qing wasn't a desperate person. Placing him infiltrated into mainstream society would be far more effective than a suicide attack, and he had to be activated at the most crucial moment.

"You'll find what you're looking for here. I'll meet with you regularly."

The man in the trench coat simply pushed the coffee cup in front of Wang Qing; he didn't buy it to drink.

Wang Qing took it with a puzzled look, but there was no coffee inside; it contained other things.

"You people are really interesting. Actually, I think everything is fine."

Wang Qing was implying something else, shaking the coffee cup in his hand, which contained not just one thing, but two items.

While makeshift hospitals aren't exactly a positive force, one thing at a time, and compared to the old cultivation world, Wang Qing believes there has been progress.

Even a half-true, half-false order is better than endless turmoil. The model of the makeshift hospitals is not up to par, but the model of the old cultivation world is itself the male model, so naturally it knows what's going on.

The man in the trench coat paused for a moment, realizing that it was indeed as Wang Qing had thought; his intuition was very sharp.

"Suffering is immeasurable; one suffers misfortune without realizing it, and ignorance is as deep as an abyss. There must always be someone to bear the guilt and hold up the torch to illuminate and dispel ignorance."

The man in the trench coat was doing just that, because without a standard of measurement, people don't even know they are suffering.

But that was just his wording, the organization's so-called action plan.

Wang Qing clapped his hands in admiration, saying it was quite sophisticated and impressive. He added that the lack of a measuring tape for hardship was acceptable, but it was strange that there were no monks in the makeshift hospital. He noted that it was starting to resemble a Buddhist monastery.

He had a profound understanding of Yin and Yang, and of the rise and fall of dynasties throughout history.

The essence of power is productive, not simply oppressive. The reason why the lower class people in the makeshift hospitals were willing to engage in illicit sex generation after generation was not because they were stupid, but rather because they were cleverly seeking profit and avoiding harm.

The priority of natural laws, the fundamental principles, is higher than that of any civilization.

All things in the world arise from following the Way; going against it leads to collapse, while following it ensures survival.

It could be said that the people in the makeshift hospitals invented a production relationship that was more conducive to the superstructure, a sustainable approach of exploiting resources to the point of exhaustion. But it's hard to say whether living and suffering is better or choosing explosive destruction; it's simply a matter of choosing the lesser of two evils.

Their vision is too narrow; they still want to enlighten the masses.

The highest priority under the laws of nature, the fundamental principle of the world, is the infighting among interest groups. Everything else is an extension of this, just groups composed of different races and cultures, with a different name.

The biggest interest group is clearly the general public.

Since they are driven by self-interest and avoid harm, they will always be controlled by those who act first and those who orchestrate the grand schemes, forever sinking into misery, beset by calamities yet fueled by them, the combined effects of cause and effect creating an inescapable hell.

But if Wang Qing were to come...

"How can such childish games compete with those who have reached the highest levels of power?"

The world is like a burning house, and all beings are drowning in a sea of ​​suffering. Killing is used as a means of salvation. With a compassionate heart, one bears the sin of killing, entering the deepest hell with one's own body to cut through suffering and guide all beings to ultimate bliss. Killing is not creating evil; it is to resolve the world's calamities and break the deadlock.

In Wang Qing's view, to break the deadlock, one must kill all the people in the world and return the Dao to Heaven.

This is the true art of mending the heavens.

Wang Qing spoke calmly, but did not lower his voice; he simply remained composed.

Several guests nearby had already turned to look.

The man in the trench coat paused for a moment.

Excuse me.

He put his felt hat back on, got up from his seat, and disappeared into the café in the blink of an eye as he passed a customer.

Wang Qing simply swirled his coffee cup, saying, "One thing at a time. The makeshift hospital isn't exactly a positive force, but it's okay, I'll take care of it for you."

Twenty minutes later.

Within the Guobin Shangyuan community, the new community's name is slightly exaggerated, which is normal for real estate developers; cars sell their brand, and houses sell their brand.

A duplex apartment, with a study on the second floor.

Wang Qing drew the curtains, wondering what earth-shattering secret the mold had to tell him.

There are two objects.

One is a USB flash drive, and the other is a receiver device shaped like an old-fashioned pager. It's hard to imagine that there are still black and white pixel screens today.

The USB drive should contain instructions on how to use the receiving device.

Wei Feng had already set up the computer and plugged in the network cable, so Wang Qing had to unplug it again.

There was a sticker on the USB drive with only four words written in bright red: "Run Offline".

DOKIX3 kept getting bombarded with messages. I glanced at it and saw it was from Sister D. Oh well, I can just leave it alone.

Turn on your computer and insert the USB drive.

To Wang Qing's surprise, there was nothing fancy or fancy, just four simple documents.

[The Buddha's Memoirs.TXT]

[The Truth Behind a 20,000-Year-Old Historical Mystery.TXT]

[Radio Receiver User Manual.TXT]

[Top Secret Files on Virtual Computing Power.PDF]

Perhaps it was because the Wolf King didn't need any demonic techniques, not even one, and the man in the trench coat only needed to maintain contact with Wang Qing, not the true demonic sword.

"Um----"

There wasn't even a terrorist suit.

Wang Qing looked at them one by one, reading ten lines at a glance.

World Honored One —

do not know.

It tells the story of a terrorist from more than 10,000 years ago, who had an extremely high influence and was a powerful demonic figure who existed before the destruction of all the heavens and worlds and before the existence of makeshift hospitals.

However, since it happened 10,000 years ago, many things no longer match the current state of the makeshift hospitals; it's more like an outdated reference book.

The 20,000-year-old historical mystery, with too many events already in the past, may only clear the names of some people, but it is meaningless to the money-driven makeshift hospitals.

Instructions for using the receiver.

This is actually useful; the man in the trench coat would send himself a message through this every week to find a place to meet.

It's really mysterious, but that person definitely can't use a mobile phone or Fetion.

The last one is the most confidential file on virtual computing power.

I've never heard of this company. Is it related to Wang Jin's case?

This is the only PDF document with images.

Wang Qing clicked on it and browsed it carefully.

It is truly amazing.

The Virtual Computing Power is a virtual technology research department directly under the Heavenly Court. It has nothing to do with civilian or commercial use and contains experimental content.

The experiment to separate the primordial spirit from the physical body and transform it into a digital form has been successful, but it can only retain thoughts and personal consciousness, cannot inherit the original sea of ​​consciousness, and is stripped of spirituality, eliminating all future advancement possibilities.

Within the virtual computing power, there exists something called the "Immortal Carriage," also known as the Digital Soul Palace, which contains many cultivators who existed before the destruction of countless worlds.

This destruction was called the Doomsday Catastrophe. These cultivators were the defeated side in the catastrophe. Their primordial spirits were first captured by ancient methods and contained in soul artifacts. However, after so many years, a large part of them have now been refined into the [Immortal Carriage] as experimental subjects.

The experiment involves recording the digital form of the primordial spirit, while preserving its consciousness and spirituality, into a Relic chip. If the experiment succeeds, even those at the Foundation Establishment stage can achieve immortality.

The cultivators' primordial spirits within the [Immortal Carriage] will be used repeatedly for technical testing.

We haven't found any information related to Wang Jin yet. Stealing trade secrets—could it be the theft of the so-called Relic chips?

Before finding information about Wang Jin.

Wang Qing noticed someone who shouldn't be on the list, since only a little over a month had passed.

[This is the 324th recording experiment targeting [Demon Lord Senluo], of the Netherworld Fang race.]

"How is this possible?"

Wang Qing accidentally cracked the keyboard by pressing the keys.

He immediately glanced to the side and saw a plush dog doll he had won from a claw machine sitting on the side of the computer desk.