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"This kind of transformation does not immediately increase my strength, but it does thicken my origin and reshape my foundation. I don't know how many times my background has been deepened, and my upper limit has also been raised infinitely."

"That is to say, my current avatar, not to mention my current strength, must have the background of an innate god and demon. If I continue to cultivate, by chance, I will be able to cultivate to that point..."

It was also because of this that Yang Lin did not startle the snake, but just watched and waited quietly.

He didn't expect that a latent move that he had unintentionally made on a whim turned out to be the greatest opportunity in his life.

The immortal aura that melted the golden cicadas didn't seem to be able to clearly distinguish the difference between Yang Lin and the little Tang monk, but just regarded them as a co-existing physical body and changed at the same time.

Jiangzhou City.

Yang Lin himself, sitting in the study, looked happy and sad.

Feeling the three swaying flowers above his head, he sighed infinitely.

While lamenting the pitiful life experience of little Tang Seng, the misery of life.

At the same time, he also sighed that the effect of this innate immortal aura is indeed enormous.

Now, the three flowers on his head are completely out of balance.

The flower of Qi Yuan is the smallest, only the size of a thumb, representing his current cultivation of true essence in the middle of the fifth stage, and the magic power of the five elements.

The flower of Shenyuan is the size of a ping-pong ball, representing the growth of his spirit and soul after absorbing the power of boundless faith in Shenyuan.

It can be regarded as the pinnacle of the fifth order.

Although the divine power of belief has not been purified, but with the defense of the Yanwu Order, the backlash and restraint of this power have not affected Yang Lin's soul essence, and his soul is still pure. No harm, the improvement of spiritual power is obvious.

The most peculiar and gratifying thing is the growth of Jingyuan Flower.

Now this Jingyuan flower has grown to the size of a duck egg, two or three times larger than the Shenyuan flower, and seven or eight times larger than the Qiyuan flower.

From the size of Juding Sanhua, we can also see the advancement of his fellow practitioners of the three paths.

In terms of Qi Yuan, Qing Yunzi, who was separated, slayed demons and subdued demons everywhere, practiced a large number of skills, and the speed of improvement was not as good as the feedback of worshiping portraits.

But the growth of collecting massive power of faith is not as good as falling asleep in the bloody mole on the back of little Tang Monk's hand.

It has to be said that this is actually a kind of irony.

Efforts may not be rewarded, choice is more important.

Even if the little Tang Seng's body has become the innate body of immortality, he can't attack at all, and he can't even mobilize the energy of flesh and blood. Apart from his strong body and full of endurance without fatigue, he can't see it at all. What is the difference between him and ordinary people.

However, this kind of body essence, when exchanged for Yang Lin's deity, shows its strength.

He found that although he didn't understand the principle of the rules of flesh and blood, but it was just some unintentional influence. With his physical body alone, the fists he punched and the sword light he struck out faintly pried the space and aroused these people. The boundless oppressive power of the square world.

What does this situation represent?

Yang Lin understood without even thinking about it.

It proves that his power has surpassed the upper limit of this world, the Great Tang land boundary, and touched the suppressing power of the enchantment.

In other words, his physical destructive power has already surpassed the sixth level.

What is the sixth order?

It is a true god, a true immortal, immortality, and another dimension.

He originally thought that his first breakthrough would be to believe in the divine body, and use the power of faith to create a false sixth-level god. After walking through this path, he will give back to the deity.

However, before the Dao Xing arrived, the attack and defense of the physical body unexpectedly broke through the sixth level by mistake.

What's more, the most bizarre thing is that as long as he doesn't use force or attack, his physical body is completely normal, except that it emits a pleasant fragrance, it is no different from before.

The performance of martial arts shows that his cultivation level is still in the middle of the fifth level.

"What's the reason? The system is completely messed up. Now I don't know how strong I am and what level my strength is. If I see monsters, will they smell the fragrance? They will come all the way to eat me ?”

After much deliberation, Yang Lin didn't bother to think too much.

All he knew was that he was much stronger now than before.

As for the problem of unbalanced three flowers.

That's okay too.

"Anyway, no one stipulates that Sanhua must be balanced, as long as it does not affect the simultaneous cultivation of energy and spirit."

……

"Anyway, father and son are together, how can I put it, even if you want to learn from the scriptures, you can't lose yourself."

The days passed like this.

On this day, Yang Lin finally couldn't hold back.

Seeing the dazed-eyed little Tang monk chanting scriptures, seeing monk Faming far away, talking with the abbot of the temple about the monsters at the foot of the mountain, he quietly shook the blood mole, and a thought went straight into the little Tang monk's mind.

"Are you suffering? Can you live like this?"

A voice echoed in the little guy's mind, as if someone was asking a question, and it seemed to be generated automatically.

"All beings are suffering."

Little Tang Seng's eyes were blank, he stopped chanting, turned his head to think for a while, and he didn't wonder why the voice appeared, so he replied instinctively.

Are all beings suffering?

indeed.

I have lived in my seventies and eighties at a young age, and I have never had any joy in my life. I just recite scriptures and worship Buddha year after year, and I really can't find the meaning of living.

How happy is life, why bother to die.

Yang Lin was silent for a while, and then said again: "You are not a monk, you were just adopted by an old monk, and you have not been shaved to become a monk, and you have cut off the worldly relationship. Why do you demand yourself according to the precepts of an ascetic monk?"

"Don't fight, I have food to eat."

The thoughts in Little Tang Seng's mind are very simple, and the answer is all instinct.

alright, I got it.

Except for the Buddhist scriptures, there is nothing in my mind.

Hiding in the blood mole, Yang Lin was also a little troubled.

Just ask more bluntly.

"You have also seen the blood book. Master Faming told you that your mother threw you into the river, and said that your mother was captured by water bandits and killed your father, right? Do you want to take revenge? Have you thought about it?" Your mother?"

"Do not want to."

Little Tang Seng's eyes hesitated for a while, his thoughts seemed to be out of order, and it was with great difficulty that he formed a tumbling thought.

With this voice sounded.

He seemed to vaguely remember that a gentle and amiable face appeared in front of his eyes, holding himself gently with both hands, humming a nice song.

He seemed to remember those brightly colored little clothes, and he heard that nice voice saying that he would sew more nice clothes for himself in the future, so as to dress him up beautifully.

The sound is still in my ears, and the memory is not very clear.

He seems to remember that the wind was very strong that day, and the water splashed on his face was very cold, and the woman's tears fell down, but they were scalding hot...

The word "don't want to" echoed in his mind, his thoughts were tumbling, the little guy's lips were slightly opened, and the chanting sound slowly sounded again.

Under the dim light, two lines of tears fell on the Buddhist scriptures.

Chapter 482 Jinshan messenger, down the mountain to subdue the devil

"who are you?"

No matter how little Tang Seng was taught to be pedantic and dull, he only focused on Buddhist scriptures.

After all, it was Jin Chan who was reincarnated, with a hint of inspiration, but her brain was actually extremely clever.

It's just that he can't experience it, and he can't see more. Except for the Buddhist scriptures and the brainwashing of the Buddha's light, he hasn't absorbed any other knowledge.

All past memories are erased, like a blank sheet of paper...

Even so, he still felt something was wrong.

"Master said that the enemy of Buddhism is the devil, and the devil is hard to break. Could it be that I have been thinking too much in the past, which has bred the devil and tempted me to fall?"

The children's thoughts are actually very simple, and they don't know how to hide their emotions. When doubts arise in their hearts, Yang Lin finds out.

He smiled softly in his mind: "You say that demons are demons, and I am a demon in your heart, so if you don't listen, you will be wrong. Your master, Fa Ming, only teaches chanting scriptures all day long. He has great abilities and does not teach you to subdue demons." Means, hehe..."

Yang Lin's words were heartbreaking: "I just want to ask you, is he treating you well? He knows that your home is not far from the foot of the mountain, and his footsteps are not far away. With a thought, he steps on a thousand mountains , it will arrive soon, why didn't you take you home to have a look?"

"Recite scriptures and pray to Buddha every day. I don't have any free time. I look at other little novice monks and little benefactors. They are cared by the master and hugged by their parents. They play around and are happy. How about you? Do you still remember who you are? Why do you want to chant scriptures? Is it to save all living beings? How can all living beings benefit you?"

Yang Lin punished every word.

He actually didn't know how to explain his background to the little guy, nor did he know how to prove his position.

it's fine.

The little guy himself has already arranged an identity for him.

Heart demon.

Pretty fitting, isn't it?

Yang Lin was not at all worried that the little guy would tell Monk Faming about this, and he even said it in front of the statue of Buddha.

A child who can say "all beings are suffering".

One can imagine how much pain he endured in his heart.

Yang Lin didn't know why Fa Ming taught the little guy so harshly.

Just guessing, this old monk may want to cultivate the resentment and eternal hostility in the little guy's heart. On that day, he will hate the sky and the earth, the injustice of the world, and the injustice of the world.

Only then did he have enough murderous intentions to kill the water bandit "Liu Hong" with an extremely indifferent attitude, and watched Yin Wenjiao commit suicide, and without looking back, he cut off three thousand threads of trouble, bowed his head a thousand times, and worshiped him. Lingshan.

One thought becomes a demon, one thought becomes a Buddha.

If you have never experienced resentment and hatred, how can you love the world and save all sentient beings?

Therefore, in the process of early growth, Fa Ming was the carrier of hatred and resentment, so that the little guy didn't think about anything, just recited the Buddha, and wanted to seek the Dharma from the Buddhist scriptures to save himself...

Because of this, the little guy will not tell his master, tell him everything about himself.

He was used to it, and he endured it silently.

In fact, in his heart, he would think that even if he told the old monk, he probably wouldn't help him get rid of his demons, but would give him a good fight instead.

It will be concluded that he is not sincere in worshiping Buddha and chanting scriptures without heart, so there will be many evil thoughts in his heart.

Sure enough, the following days.

The little guy really didn't tell the old monk Faming about all the abnormalities.

He even took Yang Lin's daily talk as fun to relieve boredom.

Sometimes when the mood comes, I will ask Yang Lin to tell a little story.

"Demon, demon, those seven gourd babies you mentioned yesterday, have you rescued Grandpa?"

"No, this is actually a mountain god's conspiracy. Whether it's the snake spirit or grandpa, it's all part of it. In the end, it's just to make the gourd baby into a treasure..."

Well, Yang Lin told the little guy the story of the gourd baby.

The dark version of course.

The little guy is born smart, he can memorize Buddhist scriptures backwards and forwards as long as he glances at them.

Of course, he can understand and learn the truth in the story.

On weekdays, he still looks dull and dazed, chanting scriptures all day long.

However, secretly, where Monk Faming couldn't see, there was already some light in his eyes.

"What about Little Red Riding Hood, has she been eaten by the big bad wolf?"

"Little Red Riding Hood is very smart, just as smart as you. He saw right away that the big bad wolf wanted to eat him, so he wasn't fooled at all..."

Yang Lin said with a smile.

……

The leaves on the mountain are green and yellow.