Chapter Fifty-Eight: Transactions with the Gods

In the main hall, Chen Bing was taken away by the three heroes of the Mu family.

Wang Yang has been continuing.

Finally, the main hall was empty, and the clouds of faith were completely consumed.

"Brother!"

Wang Yang had just stopped, and Luo Jian rushed forward as soon as possible.

"Brother, how are you?"

Seeing that Wang Yangqi's blood was there, Luo Jian asked nervously.

Wang Yang shook his head and said, "I'm fine, but how are you?"

"I'm fine, before, I had some injuries, and after some recuperation just now, I'm almost better. ”

Luo Jian grinned and said with a smile.

"Okay, this time, thank you really to the Holy Emperor, let's go, let's worship the Holy Emperor." ”

As he spoke, Wang Yang pulled Luo Jian, knelt in front of the statue of the Holy Emperor, and respectfully kowtowed.

Not to mention that he is respected as a god, even if he helped himself just now and repel strong enemies, Wang Yang also felt that this worship was completely worth it.

"Your Highness the Holy Emperor, thank you before. ”

Click......

Wang Yang was about to say something, and from outside the door, there was a steady footstep.

When I turned my head, it turned out to be a group of monks, led by an old monk in his fifties.

"Who are you?"

Wang Yang looked at the person who came, his face was slightly cold, and asked.

There are temple blessings in the big temple, and there are some monks, these are known to Wang Yang before, and they have always been the managers of Nanyue.

However, before, Chen Bing and others appeared to drive away the pilgrims, but these people did not show up, and even caused themselves to be almost slaughtered, Wang Yang was naturally unhappy in his heart.

"Two, polite, old monk, Tian is the host of the temple. ”

The old monk Heshi saluted Wang Yang.

Wang Yang sneered and said, "I don't dare, in Nanyue, you actually indulge the people of the Black Dragon Gang, where do I dare to accept your courtesy?"

Regarding this matter, Wang Yang resolutely would not forgive so lightly.

The old monk Heshi, chanting the Buddha's name, said: "Nanyue Temple, although it is a Buddhist temple, but, enshrined, it is the Holy Emperor, before, Lao Na received the Holy Emperor's divine thoughts, and said, the big temple came to a small friend, let Lao Na and others ignore it. ”

“？”

Wang Yang pointed at himself, speechless for a long time, and said, "Xiaoyou, do you mean, me?"

Wang Yang's eyes widened, full of disbelief.

The Holy Emperor is an ancient god, calling himself a little friend, what are you kidding?

The old monk nodded and said, "Yes, before, the Holy Emperor explained it like this. ”

"Brother, this, what's going on?"

Luo Jian was also confused.

My cousin, a month ago, was still a peasant with nothing, can he be a friend of the ancient gods?

Wang Yang smiled bitterly and said, "I want to know too." ”

Looking at the old monk, he made sure that he was not lying, nodded helplessly, and said, "Okay, the so-called little friend, it's me, let's say, Holy Emperor, what else did he say?"

Wang Yang thought that before, the Holy Emperor had indeed helped him, so he nodded helplessly and agreed with the old monk's statement.

"Yes, the Holy Emperor does have an explanation. ”

"Say it!"

Wang Yang's face was expressionless.

"The Holy Emperor said, this is the seed of a peach, I hope you can plant it alive. ”

"What?"

Wang Yang's eyes widened, looking at a peach pit in the old monk's hand that exuded a nine-colored glow.

Luo Jian couldn't believe it.

Pan Tao, as a Chinese person, this kind of ancient mythological artifact, how can he not know?

It is precisely knowing that he is even more incredible.

"Are you sure?"

Pointing to the peach pit, Luo Jian asked loudly.

Although it exudes a nine-colored glow, it is very miraculous, but if you want to say that this is a peach seed, Luo Jian didn't believe it when he was killed.

The old monk nodded and said, "Ten years ago, Lao Na felt the Holy Emperor's divine thoughts, and since then he has become the spokesperson of the Holy Emperor in the world.

On weekdays, Lao Na did the most, and the Holy Emperor only asked for faith power, but today, for the first time, the Holy Emperor personally laid out the task. ”

The old monk stretched out his hand and handed the peach pit to Wang Yang.

Wang Yang was full of incredulity and stretched out his hand to take it.

Vaguely, he seemed to know why, from the moment he entered the scope of the big temple, he had a feeling of invisible sight surveillance, this was the divine thought of the Holy Emperor, and he sensed the Ziyang True Scripture that he had cultivated.

"Holy Emperor, there is nothing good to give?"

Wang Yang squinted, looked at the old monk, and asked.

"Brother!!"

Luo Jian was in a hurry.

Holy Emperor, that's a god, my cousin actually cares about the gods and wants benefits, I'm tired of it!!

However, the next development surprised him even more.

I saw the old monk clasping his hands together and chanting the Buddha's name in a low voice.

"Holy Emperor Yan, if you can successfully make him sprout, he can give you ten drops of faith spiritual liquid. ”

"Really?"

Wang Yang's eyes lit up, and he asked repeatedly.

Wang Yang has always been the most troubled, that is, his spiritual power is insufficient, and the cultivation of the Ziyang True Scripture is difficult to withstand the invasion of foreign demons.

If there is a Holy Emperor who bestows the spiritual liquid of faith, then his own strength will inevitably improve quickly.

Wrong.

Wang Yang pondered for a moment, and said secretly: Damn, the peach is a divine object, if you want it to sprout, how easy is it? There must be a large amount of Ziyang spiritual liquid, otherwise, it will be difficult to plant.

Wang Yang raised his head and said, "Old monk, you're not joking, other than that, the Holy Emperor has nothing else to say?"

For example, just give some faith liquid or something?"

If the spiritual fluid is insufficient, it is impossible to plant a peach successfully, and even, most likely, it will be planted and died.

Besides, as long as you give yourself the spiritual fluid, your strength will also be greatly improved.

Suddenly, Wang Yang was full of hope, looking at the old monk, hoping that he could suddenly tell himself that the Holy Emperor still had orders, but he had forgotten them.

Obviously, the calculation in Wang Yang's heart did not start.

The old monk shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, the Holy Emperor didn't say anything else, only sent the peach pit into Lao Na's hands." ”

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"Brother, what do you mean by that old monk?"

On the way back, Luo Jian was puzzled and asked.

Wang Yang pondered for a moment and said, "This is a transaction, before, in the main hall, the Holy Emperor was a blessing, which was a benefit. ”

"Is that really a peach?"

"Quite possibly. ”

Wang Yang nodded and said: "The secret realm is boundless, in myths and legends, there are many gods and spirits in the heavenly court, and there may not be any gods.

For example, lobsters. ”

Luo Jian was stunned.

The name of the peach does not have to be a thing of heaven, perhaps, it is some kind of supernatural thing, but it was obtained by the Holy Emperor, and he hoped that Wang Yang could successfully plant it.

"But how do we plant it!"

It is difficult for the Holy Emperor to plant, and Luo Jian can't imagine how his two brothers can be planted successfully?

"You forgot jì, our special culture medium?"

"Oh. ”

Luo Jian said he understood.

In the car, it was quiet again.

However, not long after, Luo Jian was curious again and said, "Brother, how is your current strength?"

"Physical strength, nearly a thousand catties. ”

"Kilograms?"

Luo Jian was shocked and said, "Brother, do you mean to say that your strength has reached the limit of Ming Jin?"

Wang Yang shook his head and said, "Mingjin, there is no limit, it's just that ordinary people are difficult to break through."

In fact, my strength has already reached more than 800 catties, otherwise, it would not have been possible to fight with Nobita for so long before.

This breakthrough, the increase in strength, is very rare.

I had already received another kind of information from the lineage.

Martial arts cultivation is a kind of cultivation of the physical body.

The so-called Ming Jin is nothing more than the cultivation of physical strength.

It's just that the human body is not only flesh and skin, but also bones.

Once the muscle force is too strong and exceeds the capacity of the bones, it will press through the bones of the whole body.

So, in the next step, if I want to improve my strength again, I have to improve the strength of my bones. ”

Wang Yang paused for a moment and said, "In my inheritance, this cultivation stage is called bone refining. ”

"Bone refining?"

Luo Jian stopped the car, stared at Wang Yang with wide eyes.

He also walks on the martial arts, of course, he knows that in the realm of martial arts, there is no so-called bone refining at all, generally speaking, the strength reaches a thousand catties, which is the peak of Ming Jin.

After that, if you want to increase your strength, you must break through and enter the dark energy.

What is dark energy?

In his understanding, in fact, it is the so-called internal force in martial arts novels.

However, now that Wang Yang told him, in his inheritance, there was still a process of refining bones.

How is this possible?

Wang Yang nodded and said, "The so-called dark energy, in fact, is a process of refining and refining qi.

The so-called essence refers to the flesh and blood, and the dark energy is to refine the flesh and blood into an energy.

However, if you can increase your qi and blood limits before refining and refining qi, then when you really break through the dark energy, the benefits will be enormous.

The so-called fighting over the ladder is just between raising hands. ”

"Brother, you mean that I also have to go through this process of refining bones?"