A prosperous town.
Yang Fan's figure landed here in a flash. With a flash of golden light in his eyes, he discovered that there were densely packed people within a radius of dozens of miles!
It’s really not a place where you can test your magical powers!
"Damn it, my goal is obviously at sea..."
Yang Fan's face darkened.
As his strength grows, his mastery of magical powers becomes stronger and stronger. In theory, this kind of thing is simply impossible!
However, this kind of thing happened!
Could it be that this is the influence of the resentment of heaven and earth?
Yang Fan's heart trembled.
At this time, the old monk Xuan Mie was still chattering endlessly, as if he was chanting sutras.
"Donor, for the sake of Buddha, please spare this poor monk this time..."
The old monk Xuan Mie, who had only one head left, had been begging all the way, his attitude becoming more humble every time.
There is great terror between life and death!
After all, who can face his own death calmly?
Young people are still brave enough to take life and death lightly, but as they grow older, people tend to cherish life even more.
Not to mention old guys like Xuan Mie, who have been reincarnated for three lives, how can they be willing to die if they can live?
As long as he survives, he will have a chance to turn over!
During these three lives, when he was at his most miserable, he even had people pushing his waist in the brothel tiles as an artificial booster.
We have already lived such an embarrassing life, let alone now!
The great age is approaching, how can he give up the possibility of life just for the sake of honor and disgrace?
"...As long as the benefactor raises his noble hand, the poor monk will definitely be richly rewarded! If the benefactor wants women, I have three thousand Buddhas, concubines, and bodhisattvas in Haiyun Temple! If he wants a dojo, the poor monk will also ask for several island countries overseas! If he wants wealth, Goods, even a poor monk can make thousands of believers abandon their families and children, so they should also offer their family wealth..."
The old monk Xuan Mie kept promising that as long as Yang Fan nodded, he would give these things to him!
Unfortunately, Yang Fan had no intention of letting him go.
What a joke, if you let Xuan Mie go, who will test the magical power of mending the sky for you?
Who knows the price of a large mountain in the world in the eyes of heaven and earth?
Once he is resented by the world, as time goes by, Yang Fan instinctively feels that it is definitely an extremely bad thing!
What's more, as long as he wants the thing he promised, can he still not have it?
So, Yang Fan sneered: "Spare you? You just call me dad..."
As soon as he was halfway through his words, the old monk Xuan Mie became cruel without hesitation!
What's wrong with calling me daddy? It's not shabby in order to survive!
"I have been wandering for three lifetimes, and I only regret that I have never met a benefactor. If the benefactor does not abandon me, Xuan Mie is willing to be my adoptive father..."
"..."
The corners of Yang Fan's mouth twitched fiercely, and he was completely speechless for a moment when he looked at the wrinkled old face of the old monk Xuan Mie.
It took him a while before he slowly said, "I thought I was pretty thick-skinned, but I didn't expect you, an old guy, to be such a talented person!"
"My foster father is laughing!"
"..."
Yang Fan sighed, "If you sincerely surrender, I would rather have a good older son! It's a pity that you have murderous intentions in your heart and betrayal in your head, but you are not worthy of being my adopted son! You, you should be honest Be my Heaven-Building Sacrifice!"
Seeing that the old monk Xuan Mie was about to speak, Yang Fan looked impatient, waved his hand, and completely blocked his mouth with a painted halberd!
Then, Yang Fan looked at the direction and rushed in one direction!
After a short while, he unexpectedly returned to the place where Colorful Cloud Mountain was!
When he returned here, Yang Fan knew that his idea was right!
To mend the sky, of course, wherever there is damage, we will mend it!
So, he lifted up the old monk Xuan Mie's head and uttered two words.
"Mend the sky!"
A ray of magical golden light instantly enveloped the head of the old monk Xuan Mie, and the big head instantly turned into a stubborn stone, showing various colors!
The colorful head melted slowly, and a magical force completely melted it away, forming a stream of colorful smoke that floated towards the big crater left after the colorful cloud mountain collapsed!
What a strange power!
In Yang Fan's eyes, this feeling is even more obvious!
Using the old monk Xuan Mie to mend the sky is like the old monk Xuan Mie completely returning to heaven and earth. All the blessings he once obtained from heaven and earth are returned to heaven and earth at this moment!
"What a magical power to mend the sky!"
Yang Fan was a little shocked.
It is called Butian, but it is the source of returning the world that others have plundered!
"There seems to be some problems with this world. Is it because the world is incomplete, or is it being taken over by others?"
However, although Yang Fan felt uneasy in his heart, the effects brought by the Heaven-Building Magic Power were real!
The dark resentment of heaven and earth that originally enveloped him slowly dissipated.
"This old guy is really useless! It takes only one head to eliminate this resentment?"
Yang Fan originally wanted to keep the Dharma Body of the old monk Xuan Mie, but it seems that he has no chance.
He endured his heartache and sent the dharma body to the sky with a wave of his hand!
The Dharmakaya turns into nothingness and returns to heaven and earth!
And the resentment of heaven and earth in Yang Fan was once again reduced!
This made Yang Fan's face turn a little green.
The price of a living Buddha is only one-fifth of that of the Colorful Cloud Mountain?
"It seems that there are no more three decayed golden bodies and the Buddha Heaven left..."
Yang Fan resisted the urge to scold his mother, and used his magical power to mend the sky bit by bit.
A golden body...
Two golden bodies...
Three golden bodies...
A Buddha Heaven...
When all these were used to repair the sky, the earth veins in front of him finally recovered, the power of heaven and earth shook slightly, and the resentment of heaven and earth in Yang Fan was completely wiped away!
"This time I really paid it to grandma's house!"
After working hard and working hard for a long time, I have given up all my writings to this world. At least you can leave something for me!
Just when Yang Fan was full of resentment, a faint golden light suddenly fell from the sky and the earth.
The golden light fell straight into Yang Fan. Before Yang Fan could react, the golden light had already entered his body.
Buzz.
A faint awareness came from the bottom of my heart.
If there is resentment between heaven and earth, then naturally there will be destiny of heaven and earth. This golden light just now is a ray of destiny of heaven and earth. Although this ray of destiny is not much, it is better than getting nothing at all.
If you accumulate too much, you might have another use for it.
"It's enough to eliminate the resentment of the world. Anyway, the harvest this time is enough, why ask for more?"
Yang Fan comforted himself and returned to Hangzhou Mansion.
As soon as they returned to the imperial envoy's headquarters, Liu Juncheng and others hurriedly came to report.
"Sir, you are finally back!"
"What's going on? Are you in such a panic?"
Yang Fan frowned.
Liu Juncheng hurriedly said: "Sir, this is indeed a great thing! Within Wuyi Mountain, all the evil gods and clan temples were destroyed by mysterious people! It is even rumored that the Temple of the Four Sages in Ehu Academy was not spared!"
The surrounding subordinates looked at Yang Fan and felt that they were following the right person!
Your Majesty, what a blessing!
Things that seemed impossible to accomplish were inexplicably partially completed. Although it was still far from being completely completed, it was still considered to be achievable.
What is this if not creation?
However, when Yang Fan heard this, his expression became a little strange.
Is it possible that I am really a child of luck?
