061 Soul Sucking(2/2)
He has been studying this organ for more than five hundred years. As long as a real heart is created, a soul can be produced. He firmly believes in this.
Those souls that are constantly reincarnated in the Three Realms and Six Paths are definitely not immortal existences as Buddhism says, and they are definitely not unique creations of the Creator.
The soul, like all things, is just a performance of the constant fluctuations of the ubiquitous spirits that make up all things.
Since they can be produced naturally, they can also be made by his craftsman's hands.
It's just that in these five hundred years, the old man has never been able to create a truly perfect heart.
He can only create again and again and experience failure again and again.
Five hundred years passed by, and the old man could no longer remember how many times he had worked hard and failed, but every time, he believed that he was better than the last time and would definitely succeed.
But he didn't succeed.
In fact, it should be the same this time. No matter how perfect the steps are and how they meet his expectations, as long as there are no variables, he will not be able to succeed.
There was another key barrier that he didn't even know where, let alone break through.
"I saved it?"
"How are you going to thank me, senior?" Gou Zhu smiled. He felt a little embarrassed when he thought it was too philistine, so he changed the subject, "Didn't senior lose his memory during the day? How...?"
"It's night now."
"At night?" Gouzhu was startled.
How long did you stay in that heart? What did you do?
Only then did Gouzhu realize that his memory seemed to be missing - the memory of the last few hours had disappeared without a trace.
Gouzhu only remembered that he put the heart back in the morning, then entered it, and then it was torn off...
It's already night now?
So for at least six hours in between, he didn't know what he had done.
"This heart originally had one final step, but now it seems that it is no longer necessary." The old man frowned.
"Could it be me..."
There was a slight color change on Gouzhu's face. If he stayed here for a whole day, his heart would be really destroyed. Not only would he not be able to use this thing to blackmail the old man in exchange for the business of crossing the bridge, but the old man might also be in trouble.
In a rage, he will retaliate angrily.
Chapter completed!