Quick Wear: Welcome to the Crazy Scene

A corpse formed?

Shen Jin clenched his fists at his sides, his fingertips turning white from the force.

In Baiwei City, she had a preconceived notion that Lu Ren's body was the one being collected, so she thought that the body being collected was his and did not investigate further.

But now, there are only Fang Cun and the tree spirit in the formation.

Whose body was it that she collected?

……

Fang Cun's fingertips pinched the fragrant pill given by Shen Jin. It is said that one can smell his desire here.

He said he smelled "sandalwood" and he wasn't lying. But the sandalwood he smelled was different from what others understood.

The taste he was talking about was the Buddhist flavor that was deeply rooted in his memory and had accompanied him growing up.

The two smells are completely different.

As Shen Jin said, the two auras should merge into a new aura and then be recognized by heaven and earth.

But the reality was that he only smelled the sandalwood from the Buddhist sect, a scent he had never smelled again after leaving the sect.

He did not question Shen Jin's art of scent, nor could he doubt his knowledge since childhood.

So he found the dumbest way, which was to smell all the sandalwood.

It's a pity, not really.

Is the Buddhist sandalwood in his memory so unique and untraceable?

Or did it never exist and is all an illusion?

The familiar pulling sensation came. Just like in Baiwei City, it tried to completely deprive him of his sense of smell.

"Corpse forming, current progress 20%"

"Corpse forming, current progress 40%"

……

Fang Cun was already somewhat dazed. He didn't know where he was or where he was going.

In his memory, all the scents he had ever smelled were forcibly erased, leaving only the action of him mechanically taking the scent leaf, sniffing it, and then putting it down.

He raised his hand almost instinctively and looked at the brown and yellow fragrant pill between his fingertips.

He tilted his head slightly.

Fang Cun no longer had the concept of smell; he just instinctively moved his head closer.

Suddenly, thousands of auras returned to his mind again, enveloping him like an explosion.

"Corpse forming, current progress 60%"

"Corpse forming, current progress 59%"

The formation exerted its power once again, and finally, the aura faded away again.

"Corpse forming, current progress 61%"

Fang Cun closed his eyes.

In the end he reached out to try to grasp the escaping thing, but how can one grasp a perception?

He fell to the ground, his right hand hanging down.

There were marks of fingernails left on the incense ball.

His sense of smell, still not completely stripped away, delivered a final scent. It was like the wind that blows after the snow melts at the beginning of spring. It carried a chill yet a breath of life.

It lingers lightly on the tip of the nose and then disappears completely.

"Corpse forming, current progress 100%"

Shen Jin heard a familiar electronic voice: "Congratulations host, 2/6 of the bodies have been collected!"

The tree spirit had returned to its seedling form, emitting a lustrous green light like jade, and it was clearly not dead.

Fang Cun, on the other hand, had a pale face and the golden light protecting his body was weak, as if it would be devoured by the black fog in the next moment.

The formation automatically disappeared when the system prompt sounded. If it weren't for Fang Cun's own request, Shen Jin would have suspected that this formation was set up in her dream, specifically to complete the task.

It was such a coincidence that the formation was destroyed just as she completed her mission.

But this coincidence has happened for the second time.

Shen Jin approached and looked at the tree spirit whose bones had been cleansed. It had turned out to be a blessing in disguise, and was able to embark directly on the path of cultivation. It was no longer an ordinary tree spirit that had been enlightened by chance.

Likewise, it lost its camouflage ability and became a spiritual treasure coveted by everyone.

"It has something to do with Fang Cun after all." She sighed, her fingertips moved slightly, and a bit of spiritual light was injected into the veins of the tree spirit: "Until you gain the ability to protect yourself, it will protect you from worries."

After she finished everything, she looked at Fang Cun.

Coincidentally, Fang Cun also woke up, and when their eyes met, there was no awkwardness.

Shen Jin smiled slightly and looked at Fang Cun's injuries with confidence.

Fang Cun, sitting on the ground, looked rather disheveled, but he just smiled at Shen Jin: "Fellow Daoist Shen is such a good person."

"The good guys have decided to dump you here now."

"Shen Jin."

He suddenly called her name: "Thank you."

"Can I leave?"

Fang Cun shook his head helplessly. Then he saw the breeze lift him up and float behind Shen Jin.

Shen Jin controlled his spiritual power very steadily, relaxed his body, and took the time to repair his injuries.

"Where to go next?"

Fang Cun closed his eyes: "Then let's go to Fanyin City."

"I heard that the sound of Buddha once fell there, and when the Buddha bell rang, the whole world was bright."

"I want to ring the bell."

"Haven't you gotten tired of being a monk in the temple yet?"

“It’s always different.”

There was a long silence, just like the two of them before.

Suddenly, Fang Cun spoke: "Shen Jin, can you talk more?"

I want to hear your voice more.

……

The Three Buddhas clasped their hands together and murmured a Buddhist name.

"I haven't felt this happy in ages."

Sanwen looked at Sanpin. This kind of pleasure was currently only experienced by the two of them, and they couldn't help but feel noble.

"Next we'll go to Fanyin City." San Jing stood up from the mat, her face showing a forced calmness, the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes showing through with laughter.

"Shi'er is very intelligent. After these two cities, he knows what he will do. The next city will only be Fanyin. My two brothers, Sanjing should be able to rest first."

Outside Fentan City, Shen Jin was in front and Fang Cun was floating behind her.

"The incense pills you gave me were crushed by me."

Fang Cun sat cross-legged, the incense pill in his palm had broken into two pieces. He left a mark before he fell into a coma, and when he woke up, it was completely broken into two pieces.

Shen Jin asked back, "Do you smell anything other than sandalwood?"

"Have."

"What is it?"

"The wind of spring is returning."

Shen Jin didn’t know what the wind would smell like for the time being, but she was satisfied with the answer.

"I'll give you another one."

If the answer was not satisfactory, she would quip, "If you can't even smell it, what's the point of having a scent pill?"

Shen Jin was only blinded by one thing before. If she still can't figure it out now, she can replace her brain.

In Baiwei City, I lost my sense of taste. In Fentan City, I lost my sense of smell. In Fanyin City, I imagine it's hearing. Five cities, five senses. I wonder how long Fangcun plans to keep this a secret.

Could she be a scum who despises disabled people?

After a while, a round fragrant pill fell into Fangcun's palm.

"It's made of ten thousand year old sandalwood. It won't be as easily crushed as the previous one."

Fang Cun squeezed the incense pill and felt the hard touch in his palm: "Thank you."

Shen Jin moved his mouth, but he held back and didn't say "smell it".

Some jokes become annoying if you tell them too many times.

She didn't know what kind of mentality Fang Cun had in mind when he set the goal of building a city, nor did she know why he gave up all these.

If it were her, she would naturally not give it up.

When you enter the world and experience these things and then lose them, the pain will be doubled.

Shen Jin thought of Fang Cun's previous question, feeling a little confused. Is it true that if you never had it, you won't feel any pain if you give it up?

She remembered what she said when she first arrived in Baiwei City: The sun rises and the moon rises only once a day, so it’s better not to watch.

So, what if the senses are destined to be lost?

"Fang Cun, do you want to listen to the piano?"

Fang Cun raised his eyes and said, "I once saw a book that said, 'If you can hear the truth in the morning, you can die in the evening.'"

"If you're willing, I'm all ears."

There were certain things that both of them knew.