The Chronicles of Longevity on Liaozhai Road

Seeing that Yang Heng was neither humble nor overbearing, the old monk smiled slightly and said, "Fellow Daoist, since you have entered my pure land, it means that your time has come."

After saying these words, the old monk was shocked, and then his body began to emit light, and the boundless light filled the entire sky and the earth.

In this light, Yang Heng only felt that his body began to melt slowly.

This made Yang Heng a little scared. If this continues, his spirit of the Earth Immortal may not be able to last long.

So Yang Heng did not neglect, and immediately touched the spell in his mind, and then Yang Heng's divine body immediately began to skyrocket, becoming tens of feet tall.

Chapter 447 Dove occupying the magpie's nest

But Yang Heng felt a little wrong this time. Although he used the supernatural power of Fa Tian Xiang Di, he still felt that his spirit was slowly disappearing in this world full of light.

Now Yang Heng only feels a burst of confusion, as time goes by, this confusion is getting bigger and bigger, and even wants to deprive Yang Heng of his thinking.

Yang Heng bit his tongue with his teeth to force himself to stay awake, then took a step forward, raised his big fist and went straight to the old man's head.

Seeing that Yang Heng was still able to resist under such circumstances, the old monk changed his face a little.

He waved his hand lightly, and immediately dozens of generals in golden armor rushed out beside him, and together they rushed into the air to stop Yang Heng.

But these people are no different from ants to Yang Heng, he just waved his hands a few times and knocked them down in mid-air.

After falling to the ground, these golden-armored gods disappeared as soon as they rolled over, but then rushed out from behind the old monk again, as if they were not injured, and continued to rush like Yang Heng.

However, due to the difference in strength, although these golden-armored gods tried their best to block them, Yang Heng only paused for a while, and then he took another step forward. It seems that he only needs to take two or three more steps to reach the old man. in front of the monk.

Now the face of the old man on the lotus throne in the middle has turned ashen, but he is still sitting there, not moving a bit.

Seeing those golden-armored gods being beaten to pieces by Yang Heng, and Yang Heng was about to get in front of him one step ahead, the old man sighed, lowered his eyes, and began to chant the scriptures again .

As the scriptures sounded, the whole world seemed to become a world of light. In these lights, there were countless family members who recited the scriptures together.

These scriptures have a strange and bewitching power, Yang Heng can't help but stop there now, and his expression slowly becomes peaceful in these scriptures.

After a while, the supernatural power of Fatianxiangdi in Yang Heng's body seemed to have been touched by something, and began to shrink slowly. Finally, Yang Heng became the size of a person and sat in front of the old monk.

At this time, the old monk finally opened his eyes again, looked at Yang Heng who was sitting in front of him, he let out a long sigh of relief, then raised his arm to Yang Heng's forehead and nodded.

This time, Yang Heng didn't stop him, so he let the old monk touch his forehead, and then Yang Heng felt his soul become numb again, and finally Yang Heng slowly lost his consciousness.

And the old monk now has a triumphant smile on his face.

"Amitabha, the plan for thousands of years has finally succeeded."

After finishing speaking, as soon as the old monk's consciousness moved, his soul jumped out of his body and entered Yang Heng's sea of ​​consciousness along his fingers.

In Yang Heng's sea of ​​consciousness, Yang Heng's soul was sleeping peacefully. The old monk came to him, stretched out his palm and pressed down on Yang Heng's head.

At this critical moment, suddenly in the endless dimension there was a great sage who opened his eyes, and he looked towards Yang Heng with those wise eyes.

Next, the old monk felt that his hand was hindered by something, and he could no longer press it down.

The old monk was startled at first, but he calmed down immediately. After he smiled slightly, his body turned into a ray of light, wanting to merge into Yang Hengde's soul.

However, at this moment, that endless power descended on Yang Heng.

And the light that the old monk turned into was immediately bounced away as soon as it touched these kinds of forces.

In the end, he turned around in Yang Heng's sea of ​​consciousness a few times helplessly, and landed in front of Yang Heng again.

At this time, Yang Heng, who was sleeping, also opened his eyes, and then sat cross-legged, smiling slightly at the old monk in the distance, and then uttered grand words.

"Evil, if you haven't taken refuge yet, when will you wait!"

The old monk felt something was wrong when he heard the voice, because although the voice was very similar to Yang Heng, there was an indescribable indifference hidden in it.

This feeling is very uncomfortable, like talking to an ant alone.

The old monk also knew that something was wrong now, and there was clearly something else hidden in Yang Heng's mind.

No wonder the Yang Heng in front of him is a key figure in the future catastrophe, it seems that some great sage should be reincarnated.

Since this is the case, it seems that the game I set up has failed, so the old monk didn't answer, turned around and turned away again, leaving Yang Hengde's sea of ​​consciousness.

And Yang Heng, who was sitting in the center of the sea of ​​consciousness, just watched the old monk leave calmly and did not stop him.

The old monk left Yang Heng's body and returned to his old body again.

At this time, Yang Heng, who was sitting opposite him, also opened his eyes.

As soon as the eyes were opened, the old body felt that the space he was in had completely changed. He only saw that the endless light began to change, and now it has become all kinds of wisdom light, glazed light, and liberation light.

Those, all kinds of characters in this space were illuminated by these lights, and immediately looked at peace.

A look of relief appeared on each face, and at the same time, the body changed. All kinds of silk and satin clothes disappeared completely, and finally turned into nuns or monks wearing cassocks.

What's more worrying is that as Yang Heng opened his eyes, the old monk felt that his control over this space was slowly weakening.

Now the old monk was a little panicked, but for some unknown reason, he still sat on the lotus throne and did not leave.

Yang Heng looked at the old monk in front of him, smiled slightly, and said, "I know your origin."

The old monk's heart trembled, but he calmed down quickly.

"How do you, a younger generation, know my origin?"

"Haha, you are really good. You have been able to rely on this space to survive for thousands of years. With this alone, Pudu Cihang is far behind you."

The old monk in front of him didn't change his face, and said: "This is the end of the matter, there is no need to talk about other things, you have to use some means to display it."

"Okay, it's time for an end."

After saying this, Yang Heng gently raised his right hand, pointed to the sky, and then pointed to the earth with his left hand.

Then, the old monk felt that the entire space had changed, and a strange force was depriving it of control over the space.

The old monk finally had an ugly expression on his face. You must know that he was able to maintain his sanity for such a long time because of this strange space. If he was deprived of control, he might not be able to maintain his spirit for a long time.

Finally, the old monk finally started to beg.

"Daoist, please stop quickly. I was the one who offended you before. What compensation do you need? Just say it."

Yang Heng did not listen to these pleadings. As time went by, the old monk felt that the last trace of connection between him and this space was finally deprived.

Then the old monk felt that his aura began to decline rapidly, and the magic power in his body began to float into the space.

Now the old monk couldn't bear it anymore, he yelled loudly, then stretched out his hands, and grabbed Yang Heng in front of him fiercely.

But before his two sharp claws approached Yang Heng, they were resisted by the endless light, and then he felt his hands began to melt rapidly in the light.

At this moment, the teacher's face turned ashen, because he had this ability before. This is a supernatural power that can be displayed by taking control of this space and using the endless mighty power of this space.

And these rays of light became more and more intense, and finally slowly contained the old monk's body, and the old monk felt that his spirit began to be paralyzed, and then his body began to merge into these rays of light. among.

With the passage of time, the light that included the old body suddenly scattered around, and looking at the lotus throne, there was no trace of the old monk.

But now Yang Heng stood up with a peaceful expression, stepped forward and straddled the lotus throne.

Then a ray of light emerged from Yang Heng's body and landed in front of Yang Heng's eyes, turning into a Bodhisattva of Light.

And Yang Heng's body looked at the Bodhisattva in front of him expressionlessly, nodded, and then said: "From now on, you will guard this world, and then slowly refine this world, so that it will change from virtual to real in the end." Becoming a real heavenly palace has prepared my future."

After saying this, after Yang Heng and the Bodhisattva of Light emitted light at the same time, they began to merge in the center, and finally when the lights separated, they had become the Bodhisattva of Light sitting on the lotus throne, and Yang Heng sat on him. on the opposite side.

Yang Heng stood up slowly, nodded to the Bright Bodhisattva, and then his body began to become illusory, and with a final jump, he jumped out of the mural and fell back into his own body.

When Yang Heng's body opened his eyes and looked at the mural on the wall, it turned out that the old monk preaching in the center of the mural had disappeared. In this place, he had turned into a bright Bodhisattva shining brightly, with countless dependents around him surrounded.

At the same time, Yang Heng already felt that there was a vague connection between himself and this mural, as if he could feel everything about this mural no matter how far apart it was.

Yang Heng's mood is filled with joy now, he never thought that there is such a magic weapon in this other world.

As time goes by, as long as the Bodhisattva of Light gradually refines it, this treasure can really turn the emptiness into reality, and finally become a space of one side. At that time, relying on the background of this space, Yang Heng will be In the face of Tianxian, he can also stalemate with him.

Just when Yang Heng was in high spirits, suddenly a dark cloud began to gather in the sky, and then countless lightning bolts fell from the sky, heading straight for the mural in this temple.

Chapter 448 Mutation

Yang Heng silently watched the lightning falling from the sky, until the lightning had broken through the roof of the hall and was about to fall on the painted wall, Yang Heng took out a piece of wood from his pocket. As one wishes.

Then Yang Heng violently threw the Mu Ruyi into the sky.

Mu Ruyi seemed to be attracted to the lightning in the sky, the lightning that was about to hit the painting wall turned around and landed on Mu Ruyi's body.

In the end, the lightning that fell from the sky seemed to be attracted, and fell on the unsatisfactory like raindrops.

Namu Ruyi didn't change much at first, but as it absorbed more and more lightning, it also began to undergo subtle changes.

I saw golden runes shining on Ruyi's body in this scene. These runes seemed to be alive, wandering non-stop on this Ruyi.

In the end, these runes became more and more clear, and finally even floated in the void through Mu Ruyi, and then began to revolve around Mu Ruyi, and finally turned into a golden cocoon, wrapping Mu Ruyi in it.

Standing by the side, Yang Heng was stunned. He didn't expect that the treasure he had used for so long would have such a change.

As Mu Ruyi turned into a golden cocoon, the thunder and lightning in the sky seemed to be disturbed by something, and it slowly stopped.

With the cessation of thunder and lightning, the dark clouds in the sky began to dissipate slowly, and finally the sun became warm and sunny again.

And Yang Heng stood next to Mu Ruyi, reaching out his hand several times to touch, but finally retracted his hand helplessly.

You must know that Yang Heng is a person who is very afraid of death. Before he understands the changes in Mu Ruyi, he really dare not touch it again. If there is any danger, he will go to someone to reason with.

In the end, Yang Heng could only sit by and wait for Mu Ruyi to recover.

The light cocoon around Mu Ruyi began to dim slowly, and finally slowly turned into a golden light, reintegrating into Mu Ruyi's body.

At this time, Mu Ruyi became normal again, and the vision that appeared just now had disappeared.

Up to now, Yang Heng finally had the courage to fish forward, and took the wood Ruyi into his own hands.

But when Yang Heng looked at Mu Ruyi carefully again, he found that Mu Ruyi was no different from before.

Just when Yang Heng was disappointed, he was shocked suddenly, and then he weighed Ruyi, and finally found the difference between now and before.

It turned out that Mu Ruyi in the past was really like a piece of broken wood, light and fluffy, but although the appearance of Mu Ruyi has not changed now, Yang Heng felt that what he was holding in his hand was a piece of metal.

And as Yang Heng's spiritual thoughts began to vibrate in Mu Ruyi, he felt that his ability to control thunder and lightning became stronger, as if as long as he moved his thoughts, the space aura within a radius of tens of miles would be controlled by him.

Yang Heng figured it out. After absorbing so much lightning, the Mu Ruyi in his hand should have been upgraded.

Yang Heng grinned, this time coming back to this small temple is really the right time, not only got a treasure of space for nothing, but also Mu Ruyi was upgraded to a level.

Yang Heng thought of his pride, and actually let out a hahaha laugh.

Then he reached out and fished out the painting on the wall.

I saw a ball of red light flying out of the painting wall, and then landed in Yang Heng's hands. It was not nearby, it was the crested hairpin that Yang Heng had lost just now.

It turned out that the lotus throne on which the old monk sat on the painted wall was the same owner as the crested hairpin. Later, the old monk found the lotus throne and made the lotus throne into the painted wall, which is the core of the magic weapon of space.

Because of this, when the fire phoenix saw his old friend, he couldn't help turning into golden light to meet the lotus throne.

It's a pity that the old monk in the painting, who lived for thousands of years, didn't fully control the lotus throne he was sitting on, so he lost the chance to seize Yang Heng's magic weapon.

However, Yang Heng still has another trouble, that is, with the death of the old monk who opened the temple, if he left, wouldn't this small temple become an empty temple?

Yang Heng frowned and thought for a while, and suddenly came up with a solution. Although this method is somewhat wicked, it can only be like this now, at worst, it will give this person some benefits in the future.

Finally, Yang Heng came to the yard in a hurry, moved the old man's body back, put it on the futon in the middle, posed for him, and then scattered the dust on his body, and finally stood After looking at it from a distance, he found that there was no flaw, so he went forward with satisfaction.

And that Meng Shusheng in the front is talking happily with Zhu Xiaolian right now.

"Brother Zhu, what exactly did you encounter in that painted wall?"

That Zhu Xiaolian blushed, and finally murmured: "It's nothing strange, I just felt that I entered a big garden for a while, and was finally called out."

"No way, brother Zhu, I watched you entangle with a woman in the painting for a long time, what happened? Tell me."

Now that Zhu Xiaolian was being asked anxiously, he closed his eyes abruptly, raised his head and said, "I told you everything, nothing happened, why are you asking the bottom line?"

Seeing Zhu Xiaolian's appearance, Meng Shusheng knew that he was determined, and he would not speak, so he shut up in the end. After all, he still had to rely on Zhu Xiaolian for his life, so he couldn't be pushed into a hurry.

It turned out that Meng Shusheng seemed to be Zhu Xiaolian's good friend, but in fact his life was always supported by Zhu Xiaolian.

Just when the atmosphere was a little awkward, Yang Heng walked in from outside the house.

Seeing Yang Heng coming in, Zhu Xiaolian quickly stood up and came in front of him, bowed deeply, and then asked, "Master Dao, how is the mural?"

Yang Heng sighed pretentiously, finally shook his head and said nothing, then walked to the table, poured himself a glass of water, and drank it all in one gulp.

Yang Heng made Zhu Xiaolian so anxious that he came to Yang Heng again and bowed deeply.

"Taoist priest, please give me some guidance." After speaking, he took out a bank note from his pocket and stuffed it into Yang Heng's hand.