Space-time plane crossing

Chapter 1055
Everyone has their own life, and life is like a flash in the pan, and it will eventually turn into a slope of loess.

Looking at the monkey lying down and having lost its life in front of him, Yang Cong couldn't help being touched.

Now that he has changed his body, is he no longer immortal?
This is a question.

"My Majesty, I wish you condolences. He was old and frail, and died. We don't have the art of longevity, and we will not be able to avoid death in the future."

The old monkey stood beside Yang Cong. When he saw Yang Cong looking so melancholy, he wanted to persuade him.

"It's okay."

Yang Cong shook his head, Yang Cong had already seen through life and death.

If it is not accompanied by a beautiful woman, it is estimated that this immortality will not have any taste.

After being incited by the old monkey, the surrounding monkeys and grandchildren all agreed.

"Your Majesty, we don't want to die."

"We don't want to die either."

"I don't want to die."

. . .

"Your Majesty, why don't you go to the Ancient Cave Immortal Mountain, look for a famous teacher, and learn a way of longevity."

What the old monkey said was very pleasant, and it directly touched Yang Cong's heart.

Now Yang Cong is not sure whether he is still immortal, so if he wants to live forever, he must learn an immortal method.

"Could it be...do you really want to go to Patriarch Bodhi?"

Yang Cong scratched his head, feeling that this was really a very sad thing.

At present, there are only two paths before him, one is to go to Lingtai Fangcun Mountain to learn from Patriarch Bodhi.

The other is to continue to practice my own yin and yang methods, but now the yin and yang methods are like a stone sinking into the sea, and I can't practice at all. Now I practice every day and night, but it is just to strengthen my mental physique, and compared to cultivation, it is still Too much difference.

Looking at the monkeys and grandchildren who have followed him for a long time, Yang Cong suddenly felt a little hesitant.

"Does the sky want me to step into that conspiracy?"

Shaking his head, Yang Cong had to think carefully about this: "You wait for the king to think about it, and discuss it later."

Immortality is a magic that is out of reach for ordinary people.

But how could they not know that this eternal life is actually a disaster.

Longevity is like a curse, and unless one dies, it is impossible to break the curse.

Yang Cong had no choice. The system did not give him a task, which meant that he could do whatever he wanted.

But there is an ultimate goal, Yang Cong thought, after taking the scriptures, it is the end of this world.

"It seems that it's not that I don't want to go if I don't want to go."

In the end, Yang Cong decided to go to Fangcun Mountain in Lingtai to learn the art of immortals.

. . . . . . .

"The King..."

"The King..."

Seeing that Yang Cong was leaving, Monkey Monkey and his grandson were also reluctant to part with him.

"Let's go back."

Yang Cong waved his hand.

"My lord, you should come back soon." The old monkey said.

"It's natural." Yang Cong nodded, and the old monkey didn't need to tell him, he knew it.

In the past few days, Yang Cong has already built a small boat through the monkeys.

Although the boat is not big, it is no problem to cross the big river to reach his destination.

"Children, when you bring me back, I will let you all live forever."

At this point, Yang Cong set foot on the boat and went on the road of seeking longevity.

Along the way, Yang Cong was like a lost ant in the desert. He didn't know the direction or the way to go, so he had to wander silently on the big river.

However, although Yang Cong was wandering aimlessly on the great river, there was a special force that seemed to be pushing him in one direction.

Seeing this, Yang Cong fortunately didn't bother to row the boat, and just lay down on the boat and fell asleep.

After waking up, Yang Cong found that he was still on the endless water surface, and felt that there was no smell at all.

After eating some fruit, Yang Cong sat up cross-legged and continued to practice.

This is the world of Journey to the West, or the prehistoric world.

The main purpose here is cultivating immortals, so Yang Cong's future path must also be cultivating immortals.

But Yang Cong didn't know what the reason was, the yin and yang method couldn't work at all, so he could only absorb some aura and transform it.

The aura in Yang Cong's body is increasing day by day, but there is still no way to use it, which makes Yang Cong rarely feel dizzy.

There was no way, he could no longer absorb the aura in the end, it was already full, so he gave up and continued to practice.

But fortunately, he has also seen the land in the distance.

Seeing the land, Yang Cong couldn't help showing a smile.

Soon, Yang Cong set foot on land.

This Yang Congming stepped on the sand and almost went limp. This is the aftereffect of staying on the boat for a long time.

But after a while, Yang Cong also recovered.

Glancing at Yang Cong, he saw a mountain in the distance.

Looking at the white clouds flowing in the mountains, there are still a few spiritual fluctuations from time to time.

"If I'm not going wrong, this should be Fangcun Mountain in Lingtai, let's go without further ado!"

Yang Cong did not stay in this mortal world like the Sun Wukong in the original work, and these things did not attract him.

After he found a suit of clothes in the mortal world, he looked like a monkey, and soon he set foot on the mountain and walked in the path between the mountains.

"Sure enough, surrounded by spiritual energy, it must be a cave for cultivating immortals."

Just as Yang Cong was walking on this mountain path, he suddenly heard singing.

After hearing the singing god, he became more sure of what Yang Cong was thinking, and hurried to the place where the singing sound came from.

After crossing a forest, Yang Cong saw a woodcutter.

The woodcutter carried two bundles of dry firewood on his shoulders, wore a bamboo hat, and was dressed in plain clothes. He looked like a family surrounded by mountains and rivers.

When Yang Cong listened to the woodcutter's singing, it was as if there was a magical force that urged Yang Cong to find the woodcutter.

"Brother, please stay."

Yang Cong called to stop the woodcutter.

"This... Brother Monkey, what's the matter?" The woodcutter stopped, put down the dry firewood on his shoulder, and looked at Yang Cong with a smile.

After seeing Yang Cong, the woodcutter did not show any abnormality, so Yang Cong felt that this woodcutter was not an ordinary person, but also a man of insight.

After all, if you were an ordinary person, if you saw Yang Cong's monkey face, you would probably call a goblin, but he didn't.

Instead, he stopped and looked at Yang Cong normally.

"Brother Woodcutter, I just heard you sing just now: If you are in a relationship, you are either a fairy or a Taoist. If you sit and talk to each other in your spare time, I don't know if Brother Woodcutter has ever met someone who is a fairy."

Knowing that the woodcutter in front of him was also extraordinary, Yang Cong asked directly.

"Haha... I don't know if he is a person of immortality or not, but he taught me this song. He is the Bodhi Patriarch of the Slanting Moon and Three Star Cave in Fangcun Mountain, Lingtai."

(End of this chapter)