Marry Long Aotian

The blue sea, the blue sky, and the flow of people are like weaving.

The goshawk hovered over the zigzag steps, and finally stopped on the half-mountain peak, a splendid palace hanging high among the clouds.

Goshawk's eyes stared at him.

Mo Yang was in a daze for a moment, and found himself standing on the platform of the treasure hall, with the sea of ​​pines and waves and clouds and mists below, and the breeze blowing past his face, bringing moist water vapor.

He stared blankly, wearing coarse clothes and carrying a small basket with cool white leaves and steamed buns in the basket.

Who is he?What is he doing?

Oh, he seems to be here to offer incense.

Mo Yang heard the bell, looked back, and saw a gray-clothed monk coming out of the treasure hall, and saw him from afar.

The monk looked at him for a moment, then suddenly smiled and walked towards him.

He looked very ordinary, and his clothes were plain. Mo Yang couldn't remember his appearance, but he thought he smiled kindly.

He is an ordinary middle-aged man.

He walked up to Mo Yang, nodded slightly to Mo Yang, and twirled the prayer beads: "Little friend, I'm tired after walking all the way here."

After Mo Yang heard him say this, he immediately remembered that he seemed to have climbed thousands of steps, he couldn't help but his legs were swollen, and he gasped slightly from exhaustion.

Monk: "I have a few questions, I want to ask my little friend, and you have to answer truthfully."

Mo Yang nodded, "You ask."

He felt like he couldn't tell a lie.

Because he has trouble thinking.

Mo Yang shook his head, as long as he thought deeply about something, he would feel very tired and exhausted, so he simply let the flow take its course and didn't think about anything.

The monk asked: "My little friend, are you here to offer incense for the little lady at home?"

Mo Yang blurted out: "How is it possible, I don't have a wife."

The monk asked: "Why not? Ordinary women are not beautiful enough, and my friend doesn't like them?"

"Because I have a boyfriend and have sex with him, so I can't get along with other girls."

After speaking, Mo Yang fell into confusion, what was he talking about?

The monk twiddled the rosary for a moment, and waved his sleeve in front of Mo Yang's eyes, and Mo Yang fell into a trance again, with his head down and his pupils empty.

Since he is not greedy for looks, the monk thought, flicking his sleeves awakened Mo Yang again, and changed the entry point.

"Little friend, what did you go up the mountain for?"

Mo Yang stared in confusion: "Huh?"

The monk's voice was faint: "Do you want to ask this gods and Buddhas all over the sky to fulfill your wish?"

Mo Yang’s mind was confused, and the instinct engraved in his DNA made him answer: “Are you an MLM? I won’t join, don’t try to cheat me of money, my family is happy and healthy, and I can find a decent job after graduation. I believe in Marx. I'm not superstitious."

Monk: "..."

He flicked his sleeves again and reset Mo Yang's mind.

Duxinqiao points directly to one's heart, here no one can hide the true thoughts, the monks are used to seeing monks who are not pure and greedy for vanity, but they have never seen Mo Yang's "fresh and refined" thoughts.

Although he didn't understand what MLM meant, he could hear the vigilance in the young man's tone.

If there is resistance, it cannot be induced, the monk sighed, he was careless.Asking the heart three times has already wasted two questions, and the remaining one should be cautious.

So when Mo Yang opened his eyes again, he heard the monk's long sigh:

"Little friend, do you want to become a fairy?"

Mo Yang was dumbfounded: "Think about it."

"why?"

"I'm going to die if I don't become a fairy."

The monk chased after the victory: "Then why were you born? What do you want?"

Is it to climb high and look down and step on everyone under their feet; or to live forever and pursue the extreme state of immortality?

He waited for Mo Yang's answer, but Mo Yang showed a strange expression: "You know, it's genes that make us work hard to survive."

Monk: "What are genes?"

Mo Chao: "It's a gene, a selfish gene. You have it, and I have it too."

He also stretched out his hand, showed the monk blankly, and whispered, "It's inside, have you seen it?"

Monk: "..."

Just when he was about to explain a little bit of biology he learned in high school, the monk had had enough of his nonsense literature, and pointed two fingers at the center of Mo Yang's eyebrows, a burst of golden light exploded, and the memory fragments in Mo Yang's sea of ​​consciousness were like It spread out like snowflakes and was spied on.

But these memory fragments that left a deep impression on Mo Yang turned out to be extremely ordinary and ordinary pictures, so ordinary that they couldn't be more ordinary. One of them was that he borrowed a piece of candy from a classmate in elementary school, but the next day the classmate returned it to him three times. lump sugar.

The biggest thing is that he had a one-night stand with Yan Lingyun, but he was still possessed by the young man.

996 perfectly concealed himself in the fragments, so even if the monk realized that he was an outsider, he didn't think much about it, it was just an accident.

Mo Yang's memory doesn't have a trace of blood, his hands are clean, and he hasn't killed a single person.

The monk sighed: "Is this the meaning of my friend's seeking immortality?"

Mo Yang didn't speak, deep in his heart he couldn't answer the monk's question, because he had never thought about it.

Do you need any reason to live happily every day?

Mo Yang closed his eyes, and the three questionings ended like this.

He has no evil spirits, no big villains, no grand ambitions, and he has never trampled on mortals. The "heart boat" is enough to cross the sea of ​​delusion and reach the other shore.

The monk even thought he could come up with something like that.

If so, it would be interesting.

With a flick of his sleeves, he sent out Mo Yang's soul.

Mo Yang woke up suddenly, but found that he was standing on the edge of the stone platform, almost falling, so he quickly retreated before his heart noticed, so as not to be scared to death.

The golden light on the pagoda had disappeared, and he turned his head to see that Yan Lingyun was also caught in a daze, with his eyes closed, standing with his sword in his arms, staying on the edge of the cliff like a lone crane.

His clothes were rattling, but there were no waves on his face, very calm.

Afraid that he would fall, Mo Yang went to hold his hand, but at that moment, Yan Lingyun suddenly opened his eyes.

Because of the angle, Mo Yang couldn't see his eyes, which turned out to be brilliant golden.

"... Yan Lingyun?" Mo Yang shook his hand.

Yan Lingyun suddenly looked away, and only took a step back after restraining himself.

"I just had a strange dream," Mo Chao said, "but I can't remember it."

Yan Lingyun smiled: "I also forgot all about it."

He held Mo Yang's hand instead, interlocking his fingers.

Both of them are determined people, even though Mo Yang is a bit crooked, they have crossed the bridge of questioning heart.

The fog under the bridge dissipated, revealing the whole picture.Looking down, Mo Yang saw many tombs with broken steles, and scattered Buddha statues, piled up in the valley, but he didn't know whose ones belonged to them.

Because it was far away, he couldn't see carefully, so he wasn't very scared.

But the soles are still a little soft.He thought just now, if he accidentally fell down, it would be a grave immediately.

There is no need to dig a pit, and you can share the tombstone with the old corpse next door.

Yan Lingyun took Mo Yang with him, and the two passed the deep valley smoothly, walked to the opposite mountain peak, and came to the foot of the pagoda.

This tower is nine stories high and has a barrier, but you can easily enter it with just a push of the door.

Yan Lingyun first opened a gap with Baopu sword, listened attentively, and opened the door completely after a while.

Mo Yang followed behind, and as soon as he probed, he was blinded by a mountain of treasures.

"!"

Mo Yang couldn't help shouting out: "Wow!"

The stone pagoda is rough in layout and made entirely of stone. There are caves left in the stone walls on both sides, and several Buddha statues are placed.

And on the ground in the middle, there are hills piled up with spiritual stones, elixirs, magic tools, and formation disks, which are shining golden and extremely beautiful.Mo Yang looked like a Alibaba thief who strayed into a treasure trove, his eyes narrowed into equal signs.

If they all moved back... Mo Yang didn't dare to think about it.

Yan Lingyun observed for a week, but said: "One person can only take one piece." He motioned Mo Yang to look at the inscription on the stone wall.

Mo Yang was very disappointed, and 996 was also very sad. They picked each other, thinking they wanted everything.

In the end, Mo Yang decided to go up first, after all, logically speaking, the treasures on the top floor are the best.

I just don't know if anyone has been here before them, and if it has been taken away.

Mo Yang thought about it, walked up the stairs one by one, passed by many magical treasures and spiritual objects on the way, reluctantly looked away, resisted the temptation, and finally came to the ninth floor.

The ninth floor is the narrowest, with two thick stone doors added, so one can tell at a glance that there is absolutely nothing ordinary inside.

And maybe aggressive.

Mo Yang summoned the Guqin, put water shields on Yan Lingyun and himself, and then opened the door.

The fierce and ferocious air rushed towards them suddenly!

Fortunately, Mo Yang's water shield blocked them, so they were not torn apart by the door-opening kill, but immediately after, a stronger golden energy rushed in.Mo Yang kept playing "clank clang clang", and Yan Lingyun also used spirit stones to activate the high-level defensive formation that Ye Qiushui had bought before. The shield and the formation were double-layered, and finally overcame the leaked golden spirit.

It was indeed a leak—because a stone altar standing in the stone room had already absorbed most of the golden spirits.

In the center of the altar, a golden spar was quietly stuck.

The pop-up windows of 996 popped up in front of Mo Yang one after another:

【Discover the top Lingbao Tianxuan Jinjing, will the host absorb it? 】

【Discover the top Lingbao Tianxuan Jinjing, will the host absorb it? 】

[Discover the top Lingbao Tianxuan Jinjing, is the host enough to absorb it? 】

Mo Yang's mind was completely overwhelmed by its beeping siren, and his pupils were completely filled with the light of the golden essence.

Tianxuan Jinjing, the top-level gold-type spiritual treasure, was bred in a million years, formed in 10 years, and grew to the size of a nail shell in another 10 years.Although it is not as good as Wood Essence, which can revive the dead, flesh and bones, and reverse yin and yang to ascend to immortality in one step, but washing the essence and cutting the marrow and improving the aptitude are the common characteristics of these spirits.

And it also has its own unique effects: for killing with the golden palm, Mo Yang can use it to wash out the golden spirit root and open the Yunzhong Pavilion's output of mental skills; Yan Lingyun can use it to restore the dantian and achieve the supreme sword body.

It is now found by the two people who crossed the vast ocean and fell into the bottomless abyss, standing quietly in the center of the altar.

And it was so similar to Wood Essence - Mo Chao observed it, and found that the gold around it had been blurred, and a steady stream of golden spirits had been poured into the altar, leaving only a small golden-red spot the size of a fingernail shell in the center, like flowing magma.

Dazzlingly beautiful.

But brutal because it's only big enough for one person.