While Yang Lin was enjoying the illumination of the immortal spiritual light, he watched his clone gradually transform into something that was governed by the rules of creation, and he gradually gained some enlightenment in his heart.
"This transformation cannot immediately increase my strength, but it has thickened my origin and reshaped my foundation. I don't know how many times my foundation has become deeper, and my upper limit has been infinitely higher."
"In other words, my current clone, regardless of my current strength, must have the foundation of an innate god and demon. If I keep cultivating, and by chance, I can cultivate to that point..."
Because of this, Yang Lin never alerted the enemy, but just watched and waited quietly.
He didn't expect that a latent move he made on a whim would turn out to be the biggest opportunity in his life.
The immortal spiritual light formed by melting the golden cicada didn't seem to clearly distinguish the difference between Yang Lin and Little Tang Seng. It just regarded them as one and the same physical body and changed them at the same time.
Jiangzhou City.
Yang Lin himself was sitting in the study, with a face that looked both happy and sad.
Feeling the three swaying flowers above my head, I feel infinitely sad.
At the same time, he lamented that the little Tang Monk had a pitiful life experience and miserable circumstances.
At the same time, he also sighed that the effect of this innate immortal spiritual light was indeed immense.
Now, the three flowers on his head are completely out of balance.
The flower of Qi Yuan is the smallest, only the size of a thumb, and represents his current mid-fifth level True Yuan cultivation and five elements of mana.
The Flower of Divine Origin is the size of a table tennis ball, which represents the growth of his spiritual soul and telepathy after his Divine Essence absorbed the boundless power of faith.
It can be regarded as the peak of the fifth level.
Although the divine power of faith has not been purified, with the defense of the martial arts order, the backlash and binding power of this power have not affected the essence of Yang Lin's soul. His soul is still pure, and he only takes its power and is not affected by it. Harmful, the improvement of mental power is obvious.
The most peculiar and gratifying thing is the growth of the flower of essence.
Now this flower of essence has grown to the size of a duck egg, two or three times larger than the flower of divine origin, and seven or eight times larger than the flower of qi.
From the size of the three flowers on the top of the head, we can also see the progress of his fellow practitioners in the three realms.
In terms of Qi Yuan, Qing Yunzi, who was separated, went around slaying monsters and subduing demons, practicing a large number of skills, and the speed of improvement was not as fast as the feedback from the portraits.
But the growth of gathering a massive amount of faith was not as good as sleeping in the blood mole on the back of little Tang Monk's hand.
I have to say that this is actually a kind of irony.
Efforts may not always be rewarded, choice is more important.
Even if the little Tang Monk's body has become an immortal Taoist body, he can't attack at all. He can't even mobilize the slightest bit of flesh and blood energy. Apart from being strong, not tired and full of endurance, he can't see anything at all. What is the difference between him and ordinary people?
However, this kind of physical essence, in Yang Lin's own body, shows how powerful it is.
He discovered that although he did not understand the principles of the rules of flesh and blood, but with some unintentional influence, the fists he punched and the sword light he struck with his physical body actually faintly moved the space and triggered this movement. The boundless suppressive power of the square world.
What does this situation mean?
Yang Lin could understand it without even thinking.
It proves that his power has exceeded the upper limit of this world and the Tang Dynasty, and has triggered the suppression power of the barrier.
In other words, his physical destructive power has exceeded the sixth level.
What is level six?
It is a true god, a true immortal, immortality, another level.
He originally thought that his first breakthrough would be to believe in the divine body and use the divine power of faith to create a false sixth level god. After walking this path, he would then give back to himself.
However, now that Dao Xing has not yet arrived, the physical attack power and defense power have accidentally broken through this sixth level.
Moreover, the most bizarre thing is that as long as he does not exert force or attack, his physical body will remain the same as before except for exuding a pleasant fragrance.
The martial arts order shows that his cultivation level is still in the middle of the fifth level.
"What's the point? The system is completely messed up. Now I can't figure out how strong I am and what level my strength is. If I see a monster, will it smell the fragrance and come from far away to eat me? ?”
After much thought, Yang Lin didn't bother to think too much.
He only knows that he is much stronger now than before.
As for the imbalance of three flowers.
That's okay too.
"Anyway, no one stipulates that the three flowers must be balanced, as long as it does not affect the synchronized practice of essence, energy and spirit."
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"At least it's a father-son relationship. How can I put it? Even if you want to learn from it, you can't lose yourself."
The days passed like this.
On this day, Yang Lin finally couldn't hold it back any longer.
Seeing the blank-eyed little Tang Monk reciting sutras, watching Monk Faming far away, talking to the temple abbot about the demons at the foot of the mountain, he quietly vibrated the blood mole, and a thought went straight into the little Tang Monk's mind.
"Are you miserable? Can you live like this?"
A voice echoed in the little guy's head, as if someone was asking a question, or it was generated automatically.
"All living beings suffer."
The little Tang Monk's eyes were calm. He stopped chanting, turned his head and thought for a moment. He didn't wonder why the sound appeared, so he answered instinctively.
Are all living beings suffering?
indeed.
He lived like a seventy-year-old at a young age. He never had any joy in his life. He just chanted sutras and worshiped Buddha day after day, year after year. He really couldn't find the meaning of living.
How joyful is life, and how painful is death.
Yang Lin was silent for a while and then said: "You are not a monk, you are just picked up and adopted by the old monk. You have not become a monk or cut off your worldly ties. Why do you have to follow the precepts of an ascetic monk?"
"If you don't fight, you will have food to eat."
The thoughts in the little Tang Seng's mind were very simple, and the answers were all instinctive.
alright, I got it.
My mind is completely blank except for Buddhist scriptures.
Yang Lin was also troubled by hiding in the blood mole.
I can only ask more bluntly.
"You have also seen the blood book. Master Faming told you that it was your mother who threw you into the river. He also said that your mother was occupied by water bandits and killed your father, right? Do you want revenge? Have you thought about it? Your mother?"
"In no mood."
The little Tang Monk's eyes hesitated for a while, and his thoughts seemed to be at a standstill. It took him a long time to form a thought.
As this voice sounded.
He seemed to vaguely remember that a gentle and approachable face appeared in front of him, a pair of hands gently hugged him, and hummed a beautiful song.
He seems to have remembered those colorful little clothes, and listened to the pleasant voice saying that he should sew more beautiful clothes for himself in the future to dress him up beautifully.
The sound is still in my ears, but the memory is no longer very clear.
He seemed to still remember that the wind was very strong that day, and the water splashed on his face was very cold, and the woman's tears fell, but they were scalding hot...
The word "I don't want to" echoed in my mind, my thoughts were rolling, the little guy's lips opened slightly, and the sound of chanting slowly sounded again.
Under the dim light, two lines of clear tears fell on the Buddhist scriptures.
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