Yang Feng chose to meditate for a period of time. He was waiting for the best time to set foot on the world of mortals.
It has been a year since he came to the city.
In this year, too much happened, and when his cultivation was restricted and his path to immortality was cut off, he chose martial arts.
The Tao he practiced was too complicated, including body training, immortality cultivation, the Shinto cultivation system he experienced in the Holy King's Palace, and the current martial arts.
Because of this, he was able to expand his horizons.
But the road to creating a law was so difficult. Even though he practiced several cultivation systems, he still couldn't find a clue to creating a law.
Now he is about to embark on the road of mortal life and really start to hone himself.
"Boy Yang, are you really ready?"
Although Canxian had forced himself to calm down, his tone was still mixed with a hint of excitement.
At this moment, his thoughts seemed to go back thousands of years ago, to the time when he first set foot on the road of mortals.
"I'm ready."
Once you step on the road of mortal life, you are destined to be unable to turn back. You can only continue walking until you fall.
Yang Feng's heart completely calmed down.
His soul entered the Bone Dragon Ring, a third-party pure land.
The red dust road, now,
The road was obscured by fog, making it difficult to see what was going on.
Yang Feng went on the road without any burden.
The moment Yang Feng stepped onto the road of mortals, the mortal body that had successfully condensed on the road to mortal transformation in the Duanyuan Mountains appeared.
Two bodies.
"This is?"
"I'll go on your way."
The condensed mortal body possesses Yang Feng's complete consciousness and can be called the second Yang Feng.
There are no two identical leaves in the world, but there are at this moment.
Two people, in the final analysis, are still just one person, but their souls are divided into two.
A ray of soul of the real Yang Feng entered the world of mortals, and his other body returned to the city.
"Is this the experience of the world of mortals?"
Another Yang Feng who returned to the city curiously asked the pendant.
"The road to mortal life has begun, and it's time for you to start creating magic."
The Canxian who has walked on the road of mortals knows it well, and walks on the road of mortals to temper himself, refine his mind, practice Dharma, and overcome tribulations.
The most difficult thing is not overcoming the tribulation, but creating the law!
Dharma creation, disaster is coming!
On the road of mortals.
Yang Feng, a mortal, came to a strange world.
"here it is?"
"The world of mortals!"
Yang Feng, a mortal, stepped into the world of mortals, and at the border of the world of mortals, there were two messengers of mortals.
"Is this the world of mortals?"
Yang Feng murmured to himself and carefully looked at the strange world in front of him.
"Boy, I hope you can escape from the world of mortals."
After saying that, the two mortal figures disappeared.
As for the mortal Yang Feng, after walking for who knows how long, he finally saw a crowd of people.
This is a road paved with bluestone slabs. This road looks extremely simple, and it seems that few people have stepped on it.
On both sides of the road, there are houses side by side.
"Haha! Are you the only one who dares to cross the mortal world?"
Yang Feng was attracted by this voice.
There were two monks, one big and one small. The little monk looked eight or nine years old, and the big monk was in his early twenties, with a hint of unruliness in his tone.
This is the first time Yang Feng has seen such a domineering monk.
"Senior brother, Master said that the prosperous world of mortals will make people lose their true nature. Mortals cannot escape from the world of mortals. I, I want to save them from the bitter sea of mortal world and transform them."
The young monk didn't know where he got the courage to express his ambition to the senior monk who was many years older than him.
"The Guest of the Red Dust? Do you know how much blood he has on his hands? They have the Red Dust Sword, what do you have?"
"With a devout Buddhist heart, senior brother, I want to leave the monastery and become an ascetic."
The young monk's childish tone was full of perseverance.
"you……"
Bang!
Bang!
Even Yang Feng didn't notice the old monk suddenly passing by him.
This old monk has a square and generous face, a big forehead, and a gray beard.
Holding a Zen staff and wearing a red cassock,
It seems that he is undoubtedly a highly respected and moral monk.
"Children, there are far more than three thousand mortal guests in the world of mortals. Can you survive it all?"
Three thousand mortal guests? It's just an imaginary number. There are far more people in the world of mortals than this number.
In the world of mortals, the mortals practice the mortal method, and they practice the Buddhist method. Neither of these two methods can lead to immortality, let alone prolong life.
Practicing such a method is just to survive in this world.
"Interesting, are you going to be a guest in the world of mortals?"
Yang Feng obtained a lot of useful information from the conversations between these people.
"Master, living beings are so difficult. Maybe I may not be able to save a few mortal guests in my lifetime, but even so, I still have to go on."
Duhua Road.
No one knows what the mortals have experienced in the world of mortals. They may have experienced the most painful things in the world.
Maybe he is addicted to the gentle land and can never leave the world of mortals.
"Oh! Never mind! Since you have made up your mind, then take this alms bowl!"
The eminent monk took a deep look at the little monk and left the place with the big monk without saying anything else.
After the master and senior brother left, the young monk noticed Yang Feng not far away.
"Donor, this young monk is polite."
When Yang Feng entered the mortal world, he did not reveal the mortal sword, but continued to carry the black sword box on his back.
But when the little monk approached Yang Feng step by step.
The sound of footsteps stopped suddenly!
The aura of mortals was so strong that the unparalleled mortal body could carry far more aura than Yang Feng imagined.
Of course, Yang Feng, who had just come to the world of mortals, didn't know what the aura of mortals was. He didn't even understand what symbolized the guest of mortals.
"Donor, can the young monk go with the benefactor?"
The young monk fell in love with Yang Feng's worldliness.
Yang Feng's body carries the worldly aura far beyond his imagination.
It was the first time for the young monk to meet such a guest from the world of mortals. You can imagine the joy in his heart.
"Going together?"
Yang Feng didn't say anything, but he muttered in his heart, if you are so simple, aren't you afraid that the young master will sell you out?
"Since the little master has spoken like this, then Yang naturally cannot let down the little master's kindness."
The little monk in front of him always gave Yang Feng a strange feeling. He was holy and pure, and seemed to be truly spotless.
Compared with the turbidity on his body, this young monk seemed to be enveloped by Buddha's light and would not fall into the mortal world.
“You haven’t asked the donor’s name yet?”
The young monk clasped his hands together and asked.
"Yang Feng."
"Little monk, Fandu."
The two briefly introduced themselves and became acquainted.
Fandu followed Yang Feng and left.
One big and one small walking together seemed very disharmonious.
There was a faint Buddha's light behind Fan Du's head, and many people along the way tried to avoid him.
When Yang Feng noticed the swords behind these people, his expression suddenly condensed.
Red, dust, sword!
The swords carried by many pedestrians are the same as the Hongchen sword in Yang Feng's sword box.
"Fandu, why do those people look so frightened when they see you?"
Yang Feng asked puzzledly.
"Uh, I, I don't know either."
Fandu scratched the back of his head helplessly, with an innocent expression on his face.
But he felt inexplicably uneasy in his heart. Before Yang Feng, he had tried to transform into many mortals, so these people regarded him as the God of Plague.
Some people died, but not completely...
