Lingzhi: I have an entry panel

"I really am worrying too much."

Yuan Xi felt that it was really easy for him to think too much.

Song He has always been extremely stable since they met, and rarely does anything he is not sure about. How could he not care about the "fire of heaven's abandonment" that devours luck?

Ignoring other inheritances for the time being, those are all known openly.

Just the two weird phantoms of dumplings were enough for Song He to spend casually. They were both special to this world.

The fire abandoned by heaven returns in vain.

Song He had already known what would happen.

So he looked calm.

Just kidding, if a guy with such outrageous luck like him can still be burned by fire... then it's definitely not his problem, it's the world's problem.

He was so indifferent that he didn't even glance at the flame.

He just stared at the lotus flower with its flower plate still hanging down, as if it was clinging to a hungry ghost, his eyes burning, searching carefully.

Finally, a tiny pinprick-like hole was discovered behind the lotus - it was inconspicuous and shrouded by the chaotic power around it, making it extremely difficult to detect with both spiritual consciousness and naked eyes.

The most important thing is: it is still slowly closing.

It seems that because the hungry ghost's life is gradually coming to an end, it will also disappear.

"Fellow Daoist Yuan, please be patient and don't struggle!"

Before he could say anything, Song He grabbed Yuan Xi's sleeve, a starlight flickered on his body, and led her directly into the extremely small space crack.

The monks all know that traveling through space rifts at will is quite an act of seeking death, especially this kind of space rift that is still shrinking.

What if it happens to close during the shuttle...

Well, that would be very, very troublesome.

If you don't have enough strength, you will almost certainly die ugly.

Although Song He was somewhat confident about space travel, he was also a little disappointed.

After finally crossing this space passage, before his consciousness and eyes were released, Song He smelled a cold but fragrant sandalwood scent.

He slowly raised his head and looked around.

All I saw were golden buildings as far as the eye could see.

The sound of the bell is thick, the sandalwood is fragrant, and there seems to be traces of milk fragrance lingering in the fragrance, which makes people feel calm.

"The pure land of Buddhism?" Yuan Xi blinked and looked around curiously.

"It can't be a pure land, there's something wrong with the soil here."

Song He bent down and reached out to dig a handful of the golden earth under his feet. As a result, it felt fine and soft to the touch, and it flowed in the palm of his hand.

The soil turned into sand, flowing through the fingers of the Song River.

Yuan Xi looked at Song He's movements, thoughtful in her heart. She quickly walked to the nearest palace, stretched out her white fingers, and tried to dig out a piece.

However, when her fingertips touched the wall with the strange relief mural, she suddenly retracted her hand as if she was electrocuted.

A touch of bronze light appeared on the white and tender skin.

"Fellow Taoist?" Song He asked with concern.

Yuan Xi, who was covering his fingers, shook his head, used copper coins to guide the power, and then sighed:

"What a powerful force of time!"

Not only did she not want to stop, but she even regained her energy.

He took out a pile of copper coins on the spot and woven the copper coin sword with some golden silk threads. He moved quickly and skillfully, and it was completed in a short time.

Song He already knew what she wanted to do and was very interested, but he honestly took two steps back and said with concern:

"Be careful."

"It doesn't matter."

Yuan Xi took the braided copper coin sword in his hand, and then stabbed it straight towards the splendid palace.

"Ding~click~"

The sound of the copper coin sword touching the wall was a very crisp sound, like the sound of broken porcelain.

It was as if a thin film had been pierced on the splendid walls, and the entire palace looked much "clearer".

But when the copper coin sword in Yuan Xi's hand came into contact with the power on the surface of the palace, it exploded one after another. The sword, which was a golden elixir weapon after all, was shattered into pieces.

But Yuan Xi didn't show any heartache.

She stepped forward and grabbed the wall directly.

This time there was no obstacle, and he easily grabbed a piece of it like tofu and held it in his hand for a closer look.

As a result, the wall that seemed to be gold quickly weathered and turned into golden sand, which also passed through her fingertips and fell to the ground, making it impossible to distinguish.

The poor palace was dug out, and there was no sign of recovery. It was like a mechanism was turned on, and the sand began to gradually disintegrate from the break.

Soon, the magnificent palace collapsed.

It turned into a pile of sand and disappeared into the land, as if it had never appeared in the first place.

Seeing this, Yuan Xiqi said:

"Is it all made of sand? The spiritual material in the shape of golden sand...is it related to the sea of ​​golden sand?"

Song He nodded in agreement: "I guess there should be some connection.

I guess the people who maintain this place must be in a certain hall. It seems that we are going to be the bad guys who destroy the Buddhist Pure Land. "

He chuckled, actually a little eager to try.

"Brother Song, do you mean to demolish all the halls here?"

Yuan Xi's eyes almost went dark.

Although she used the copper coin sword lightly just now, that thing is not endless. It wants to destroy the endless palaces here like mountains...

Even if it means emptying her out, it’s impossible!

Song He shook his head: "Of course we can't just rely on the efforts of fellow Taoists."

He immediately took out the very naughty rat from the Mi Shen tree, which was chewing branches next to the Four Seasons Baoguang tree, and placed it on the sand.

Rats dig holes, which is their innate ability.

Ordinary rats can dig underground passages like a maze, let alone a special being like a rat.

As soon as it was placed on the ground, it screamed excitedly "chichichi" a few times. Knowing what Song He needed it to do, needless to say, it couldn't wait to run towards a palace nearby.

"Let's go, maybe we can get some treasures." Song He motioned for Yuan Xi to follow.

The two of them just followed Zishu, watching it use its paws to dig at the base of the wall of the splendid palace, and soon dug out a small mouse hole.

The strange thing is that the power of time on the palace walls has not been damaged at all, and it continues to circulate and remain intact.

Yuan Xi couldn't help but smile and shake his head: "Ha, I didn't expect that I would have to go through a rat hole today!"

Song He didn't feel anything at all. After all, he had drilled it once before, but Yuan Xi was still asleep at that time and didn't get up.

"Then I'll be in front, fellow Taoist, follow me closely."

Seeing that Zi Shu had gotten inside, Song He and Yuan Xi shrank their bodies and followed behind it, passing through the still intact power of time.