Yang Lin even extracted Fuhu Kung Fu from Fa Ming's blood, allowing the aperture to recognize its master directly.
It can be said that unless a powerful person held down his head and recalled his memory, it would be difficult for anyone to discover that the monk Faming on the surface had actually changed his core.
The breath of the soul and the breath of the body have not changed, so the person must be real.
This was also a bold experiment that he thought of from the distance between heaven and earth.
The acquisition of luck and merit is multifaceted.
As the master of Little Tang Monk, Monk Faming can gain many benefits in some respects by being near the water and tower first.
For example, now, when Yang Lin replaced Fa Ming, he found that his luck suddenly increased a lot, and the speed at which he absorbed merit increased much more than before.
I was sitting in the garden, my true energy was so vast, and I gradually began to hit the bottleneck in the later stage.
"It won't be long before we can break through to the late fifth level. Just in time, we fished in troubled waters this time and killed several masters. Now our martial arts value has reached more than two million, and we can deduce the sixth level longevity technique. "
The speed of practice accumulation increases, which is a good thing.
The most important thing is that the biggest variable, Monk Faming, is also under control. Eighteen years later, a big show will begin, with all the actors being himself.
This crisis will never be broken.
Next, it depends on heaven’s reaction.
The slower the better, give yourself a chance to develop.
Yang Lin needs time to practice. Of course, by this time, the crisis has been eliminated bit by bit, and he is determined to gain more.
If, if all the actors were themselves...
Buddhists thought that they single-handedly led the journey to the West to obtain Buddhist scriptures. In fact, all the benefits came to their advantage in the end. Will they be so angry that they vomit blood?
…
Lingshan.
An Arhat with a ferocious face and a strong body suddenly stood up.
He looked very anxious and felt a little uneasy.
"Is there something wrong?"
He was about to open the door and go out, looking for a Bodhisattva to calculate his fortune and misfortune, but suddenly he was startled, and this feeling disappeared.
"Could it be that the reincarnated body encountered a powerful demon, so it drew the magic power of the deity, so it was a whim."
"To be sure, it's better to take a look. It's not worth spending a lot of money."
Arhat thought for a while, but finally couldn't hold it back.
He sat down cross-legged and recited the Fuhu Heart Sutra. His body was filled with golden light, and his eyes turned into golden light. He looked straight through the heavy clouds and saw a scene...
An old monk led a young monk and walked towards the city gate.
People in the city were coming and going, and from time to time, demons and black energy would rise up, suppressed by the light of gods.
In the distance, in the broken mountains and forests, there are dots of blood. The sword energy, divine power and Buddha's power are intertwined and intertwined. There is a very familiar and friendly aura.
"It turns out that he was reincarnated and fought with others, and suffered a big loss. He bled and broke his golden body. Fortunately, he didn't ruin anything."
Arhat took a long breath and recited the Buddha's name.
After thinking about it, he stretched out his hand and grabbed a ball of golden light, with a distressed expression on his face.
"I can't bear to let go of my children, but I can't trap the wolf. The merits accumulated over countless years are still a little short of reaching the status of Bodhisattva. It's not that far behind.
It is better to increase your investment and fully support the calamity body. As long as you do this well, you will have boundless luck and merit, and your future will be bright. "
He reluctantly waved his hand, and this huge mass of merit broke through the space and fell straight into the mortal world.
…
Yang Lin took little Tang Seng's hand and just entered the city. When he saw the Governor's Mansion, his body was shocked.
At this moment, the Jingyuan clone, the Shenyuan clone, the original body, and the Qiyuan clone that had just been cultivated all shook at the same time.
The training speed suddenly became several times faster.
I had reached a bottleneck, and I was slowly polishing my true energy and mana in preparation for sprinting. With a rumble, I broke through an invisible barrier.
The deity's magic power increased greatly, the energy outside his body rose and fell, and the brilliance of his bones and muscles flowed. He took a long breath, and all the energy within a ten-mile radius whipped up a strong wind and rumbled into his body.
"This is……"
Yang Lin stood up and clenched his fist. There was lightning and thunder in the middle of the fist, and five colors flowed.
"Good fellow, suddenly I received such great help, and my merits increased exponentially. Who is helping me?"
An image of an Arhat flashed through his mind, and Yang Lin understood it immediately.
It turns out that Monk Faming died just now, and someone in the sky who was connected by fate sensed something was wrong, and was rushing to send benefits.
Now that he has reached the late fifth level, there is still a large amount of merit that has not been digested. For a long time, his training speed will continue to be fast.
And several major clones have also followed the rising tide, and their strength has increased.
"Okay, we are one step closer to reaching the peak of the fifth level. It may not even take ten years to fill up the mana with this speed of cultivation."
Yang Lin felt that he had become twice as powerful again, and almost doubled over without laughing.
"Sure enough, heaven and earth are not connected, and not everything can be discovered. No wonder, whether it is Buddhism or heaven, they all send agents to fight and plot. Fa Ming's identity is in his hands, and the benefits are obviously great. .”
"In this case, I can act much bolder."
Yang Lin chuckled and turned to look at Yin Wenjiao, "Gillian, our son has gone home and is outside the door. Why don't you pick him up quickly."
"What?"
The teapot held in Yin Wenjiao's hand suddenly dropped and broke into several pieces on the ground. She could no longer care about this and looked at Yang Lin in disbelief: "Son, my son is back."
“You’ll find out if you go and see it.”
Yang Lin felt a little sad. He was actually very soft-hearted, especially towards the people around him, and he couldn't bear to see the suffering of others.
Yin Wenjiao didn't doubt his words. She covered her mouth with tears streaming down her face. She quickly ran to the door and saw an old monk and a child in monk's robes standing numbly at the door of the Governor's Mansion.
The little guy's eyes were confused and strange, and you could see that his hands were trembling slightly.
"Xiaobao."
Yin Wenjiao screamed, ran over like crazy, bent down, hugged the little guy, and cried loudly.
"Mom, are you my mother? The inner demon said that you will not leave me alone."
"Yes, yes, mother will not abandon you."
Yin Wenjiao was already crying.
"The old monk is very bad. He won't let me see my mother. I let my inner demon beat him to death."
The little guy's eyes were also blurry. Although he couldn't quite remember what his mother looked like, he had never forgotten this warm breath.
Breathing in the familiar breath greedily, it seems as if he has returned to a long, long time ago.
"Mom, I don't like reading Buddhist scriptures. If I read slowly, the old monk will beat me."
"Okay, okay, I won't read Buddhist scriptures from now on. You don't even have to read books."
Yin Wenjiao laughed through her tears, laughing and crying at the same time. She picked up the little guy and said, "This time, even if that cruel guy wants to hurt you, my mother will admit it. Let's go home."
