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Poor my wife.

"Tell him, that kid is lucky. He carries a picture in his arms, worships every day, and protects his body with gods. Not to mention a few little demon mice, even if a big demon comes, he can last for a while." , and wait for the experts to come to the rescue."

"You didn't burn incense to worship the gods. Even if Duke Zhuangyuan wanted to protect you, he didn't have a medium to use his power. Lord Inspector himself is in Xunyang County, the governor of Jiangzhou. It's too far away, so his power can't be projected."

A kind-hearted old city guard couldn't bear it, thought for a while, and said in a low voice: "The governor does not preach, and he will not call everyone to worship him. It is all voluntary. I heard from the county magistrate. In fact, this portrait It takes a lot of mana to protect the house and save people. He is not looking for benefits, but sympathizing with the suffering of all living beings, and he just wants to help and govern the people..."

The Old City Guard sighed and didn't want to say more.

After helping Boss Zheng to pack up the wound, they rushed to another place in a hurry.

The demonic atmosphere in the city comes in waves, and every ten days and a half months, it will suddenly erupt once, without much regularity at all.

Sometimes there will be a few little monsters, sometimes there will be some fierce spirits, and sometimes there will be some strange phenomena. Anyway, it can't be resisted by human power.

Some people will be killed or injured every time.

Of course, the ones who die are those who have no ability and no images to protect themselves.

"I regret..."

Boss Zheng beat his chest and stamped his feet, and threw himself on the spot where his wife had been standing, crying hissingly.

If I had known this earlier, what kind of portrait should I burn at home? I would also follow the example of Xiao Jiang across the street and spend half a quarter of an hour every day sincerely worshiping. Burning some incense and turning some paper, what is it worth?

Afterwards liquidation, but life is almost gone, think about so many aftermath, is it meaningful?

"Damn Wei Wuji."

……

There are many, many people in the three counties who have encountered the same situation as Boss Zheng.

Some live, some die.

After several turmoil, slowly, the incense in the three counties flourished again.

From the beginning to the end, Yang Lin did not issue a summons, nor did he send any manpower to promote the portrait. He even forbade his officials and soldiers to publicize the matter.

Hitting the pole is not a business.

He found that self-spontaneous and sincere worship resulted in a higher purity of faith.

There isn't that much backlash either.

Worship God as God exists.

He just tried to give back as much power as possible to protect the people of Jiangzhou and form the net of the gods.

At any rate, it is regarded as the ruling party.

He felt that it was necessary for him to let the people under his rule live as well as possible.

Even with Wei Wuji, he relaxed some surveillance.

Because, the other party began to persuade farmers to study.

Regardless of whether this guy has a lot of crooked ideas in his heart, in general, he is worthy of being Wei Zheng's son and a great talent.

It's quick and easy to do.

Just stop being malicious.

Yang Lin even felt that he would not bear any grudges against the other party, nor would he think about killing him.

……

Time flies like water.

When Yang Lin's self-cultivation base is increasing day by day.

In Jinshan Temple, the Jingyuan avatar is about to break through.

Three years have passed.

He had no idea that he had suddenly decided to hide his avatar in the bloody mole on the back of his hand by using the blood of the little Tang monk, and that such a result would happen.

It all starts with the inexplicable existence that does not know shape, life or death at the place where the monks of the Tang Dynasty knew the sea.

He discovered that during the past three years, there would be a fixed period of time every day, a kind of ripple, a kind of brilliance would be emitted from the Lingtai of the little Tang monk, washing the little guy's body into golden muscles and fine bones, and emitting a A faint fragrance, there is an eternal taste in it.

And his Jingyuan avatar also received great benefits under the baptism of this light wave.

The avatar is connected with the mind of the deity.

His deity, every meridian, will spontaneously run this light wave frequency, and his body, which has not improved for a long time, will naturally break through the fifth level, reach the middle of the fifth level, and move towards the late fifth level.

Today is the time for him to break through the bottleneck.

"Could it be that the golden cicada is really dead, obliterated by Buddhism, and completely integrated into the body."

"It seems to be called innate immortal aura. The information in the light waves is very complicated, but it can strengthen the physical body and nourish the soul. It is simply miraculous..."

"Could it be that after ten reincarnations, the last golden cicada never woke up, but disappeared between the heaven and the earth, and the only one alive is the Tang monk who was completely brainwashed by the Buddha all his life."

Yang Lin's eyes sparkled, and his mind was full of thoughts.

Chapter 480: Indestructible Treasure Body, Dust-bound Buddha Heart

"Jiang Liuer, I have copied the Lengjiao Sutra a hundred times, and I can't eat until I finish it."

"Recite the scriptures thousands of times in front of the Buddha, and your heart must be pious."

"You are a born Buddha, you must be strict with yourself, don't slack off, even secretly sleeping, do you still want to follow the example of those little monks and go to the back mountain to steal meat?"

"Clap clap clap..."

The cane hit the person with a crisp crackling sound.

The child's eyes were dull, and his face was calm, as if the old monk's cane had hit him not on himself, but on a piece of rotten flesh.

Wait until the punishment is over.

The child obediently picked up the Buddhist scriptures and began to recite them sincerely.

It seems that the previous punishment did not exist.

Monk Faming watched Jiang Liu'er sitting there reciting Buddhist scriptures. In the induction, a ray of Buddha nature became stronger and stronger, and a ray of golden light gradually appeared on the little guy's body, so he nodded in satisfaction. , put one hand together, and quietly recited Amitabha.

"Sure enough, he is a disciple of the tenth Buddha, with deep Buddha nature. Even if he is only three years old now, the place where the Buddha's light is strong is comparable to a great virtue Arhat. Is it really that one who was reincarnated? But what about his Su Hui?" , what about his magic power? Also, what about those kinds of killing techniques?"

Monk Faming actually didn't understand, but it didn't prevent him from teaching like this.

Because the child's personality has not yet grown up, and he can escape from being naughty. Only by not letting him think and training with the most severe model can he engrave Buddhist scriptures and thoughts into his bones.

"In the future, you will travel through thousands of mountains and rivers. If you don't have a strong will, if you don't go through hardships, how can you have the perseverance to persevere?"

"Faith and willpower, perseverance, perseverance, this is your mission, and it is a task that must be completed."

Looking at the little figure, he chanted scriptures all night under the oil lamp, without sleep.

Monk Fa Ming smiled, leaned on the couch and fell asleep contentedly.

This time I went down to the mortal world to practice, and I counted it as meritorious service. When the merits and virtues are perfect and shed the mortal shedding, not only can I redeem my previous sins, but I can even go a step further...

……

"It's so cruel. You're only three years old, and you're training such a young child like a dog. If you go on like this, you'll really engrave the Buddhist belief in your bones, and you'll be completely useless."

"It's a pity I can't get in, I can't even show my head in this damn temple..."

The clone of Yang Lin Jingyuan hid in the bloody mole on the back of the little Tang Seng, now named Jiang Liuer by the monk Faming, and remained motionless.

For three years, it has been lurking like this without any change.

Looking at the little guy who is a little bit older, he has been forcibly instilled with many Buddhist concepts since he was conscious, and he stayed in front of the Buddha for two hours a day to perform the baptism of Buddha's light, no, it is brainwashing.

I also watched the little guy helplessly, becoming dull and without any independent thinking.

Just like the stupidest animal, it has been trained to be what others want to see.

Let's talk about whether the little guy can bear it.

Actually it is possible.

Mentally, every day he passes, ten generations of enlightenment surges into his mind. Whether it is the speed of recognizing characters or comprehending Buddhist scriptures, he can understand it as soon as he hears it, and he can understand it as soon as he speaks it. Centuries old monk.

When the little guy recited Buddhist scriptures, although his voice was immature, every time he uttered a word, the courtyard was filled with Buddha's light, which seemed to explain the ultimate principles of heaven and earth, like hearing the evening drum and the morning bell, which was thought-provoking.

As for not eating meat and meat, only eating coarse grains, and staying up all night, will it hurt the body, and it won't.

Yang Lin felt that the last thing to worry about was Jiang Liuer's physical condition.

Monk Faming obviously knew this too.

For three years.

Ever since Jiang Liu'er had no self-awareness, Monk Faming had been chanting scriptures around him every day.

That kind of scripture is not any kind that Yang Lin has ever heard.

It's like a unique spell.

While chanting the scriptures, a strange ripple came from the golden statue of the Buddha in the main hall of Jinshan Temple. Then, Yang Lin discovered that something was melting in the depths of the little guy's altar, and it was melting into his body little by little. Of course, it also melted into the bloody mole on the back of his hand.

Three years have passed.

Yang Lin never dared to show his face, but his heavenly eyes were surprised to find out.

Jiang Liu'er's physical body has quietly changed from the level of cell particles.

To describe it with earth-shaking changes, I feel pale and powerless.

That's the transformation of the rules.

Waves of light merged into the small body, which had long been transformed from a body of flesh and blood into a kind of rule, a law-like existence.

Golden muscles and jade bones, transparent glass, immortal and eternal.

The charm of our desolation and old age is transmitted through the flesh and blood cells, ordinary people can't understand it, but Yang Lin is extremely surprised.

He felt that he had cultivated to the peak of the fourth-order God Statue Prison Suppressing Technique, and the middle-section of the not bad golden body he had cultivated was actually not as good as the little guy's three-year achievement.

That is a transformation of rules, without cultivating spiritual power, merit, or luck.

It is the incarnation of direct transformation into rules, as if the majesty opened the sky and the creation of good fortune.

Although this kind of rule body is still somewhat incomplete and has not been fully formed, but in essence, it is stronger than my own idol-suppressing prison body by an unknown number of levels.

"Maybe it's because I only got the first four stages of the God Statue Suppressing Prison Art. Maybe it's because the upper limit of this art is not too high, and the change in Tang Monk's body should be the innate ability of the ancient gods and demons at the time of the opening of the sky. good fortune."

"This kind of light wave that is refined and generated all the time should be the foundation of the countless Yuanhui practiced by Jin Chanzi, the second disciple of the Tathagata Buddha, and it is also the powerful essence of it as a prehistoric god and demon. Of course, compared to the day after tomorrow Some physical exercises created are much stronger."

If Yang Lin's guess is right, this is actually a big chess game of Buddhism. Taking the reincarnation of ten generations as the board, he learns scriptures from Journey to the West and washes away the rebelliousness and ferocity in the heart of the innate god and demon Jin Chan, and wipes away all the inside information. It was transformed into Tang Seng's body, and good fortune created an immortal treasure body, or it could be called an immortal medicine.

"If you don't train your body, don't practice the law, you can live forever, and your body conforms to the laws of the world. This kind of method is simply terrifying."

It's not that the little guy's body, how strong it is now, how strong its defense is, actually doesn't have it.

His body looks and feels like a mortal.

It's just that every ounce of flesh and blood, every cell, is the incarnation of rules, the pinnacle of good fortune.

As long as you digest this kind of rules and good fortune, you can get the key of immortality and understand the principle of innate immortality.

"No wonder, those big monsters and little monsters on the westbound road, no matter who caught Tang Seng, they knew that they would live forever if they ate one bite, but they were not in a hurry to eat it."

"It's not that they don't want to eat it, it's that they don't know how to eat it, should they fry it or fry it, cook it or boil it? Or use some special method to swallow this big piece of 'fat meat', or do they need to hold some ceremony to digest it? Swallow, is there any unique technique to gain benefits?"

This is all a problem.

What about those banshees?

It is false to share the same bed, but it is true to want to obtain Xiantian Yuanyang.

As long as you get it, even if you grind it slowly or digest it slowly, you can directly see the nature of the universe and live forever.

Things related to the rule level have never been simple things.

Therefore, it is true that Tang Seng was brainwashed, and it is also true that his body attracted monsters.

Chapter 481

While enjoying the irradiance of the immortal aura, Yang Lin looked at his avatar, which gradually became something like the rules of creation, and he gradually had some enlightenment in his heart.