At this time, in the mirror suspended in front of him, the face reflected was not the appearance of Chen, but a face that was very familiar to him.

The reason why he is respected as a Buddha is that in addition to the lecture that he gave when he crossed over, his perception of the Dharma is indeed breathtaking.

It's just that contrary to this Buddha's perception of Buddhism, his cultivation is a little flattering.

The monks of Xuankong Temple all know that Lichen is the Buddha of the Du'er Courtyard, and he is also the disciple of the head of the Du'er Courtyard, and the Venerable Juedu sits, but only Lichen himself knows that he is not too close to this nominal cheap master.

According to common sense, as a Buddha of the Crossing Courtyard, for the Venerable Master of the Crossing Courtyard, it can be said that he is a proud protégé, but he is not liked by the master.

Since he was a child, he grew up in this Xuankong Temple, and he practiced in a place with strong vitality such as the Bodhi Secret Realm on weekdays, but he was more than forty years old, but he was only able to step into the realm of martial arts with the help of the pill treasure array in the temple.

This is also the reason why Venerable Jueyuan just now took him to fly through the sky, but he just looked for that steep road to test him.

Although the person who cultivates martial arts has the true element in his body, but the martial arts are far less than the mind in the treatment of Buddhism, so just looking at his appearance, he is indeed past middle age.

However, now, although the figure reflected in the floating water mirror in the air is indeed a monk's appearance, it is obviously much younger than Chen, and it is completely a young face.

Lichen was stiff at this time, and the moment he saw this face, he involuntarily stood up. Fortunately, the floating water mirror was not broken, otherwise he would have thought that he was dazzled just now.

This face is not unfamiliar to him, not so much not unfamiliar, but very familiar, after all, it is the face he has seen for more than 20 years in his previous life.

can't be wrong, although the three thousand troubles on the head have gone, the familiar facial features have not changed at all, this is the face of Chen Liang, or Chen Liang.

Looking at the face reflected in the water mirror in front of him, Lichen seemed to slowly relax, and then he remembered that he was in the Lingtai Consciousness Sea, except for himself, it was impossible for anyone to see this face, what was there to be afraid of?

Thinking of this, Lichen also breathed a sigh of relief, looked around, and looked carefully. Originally, he thought that he had completely cut off contact with his previous life, but he never thought that when he suddenly saw this face, he would be so flustered.

But why this face?

No, Lichen seemed to remember something, and looked at the foothold under his feet, he should have been surprised why his consciousness suddenly condensed into a substance, and he was still standing on this chessboard.

When this chessboard had just been integrated into his sea of knowledge, Lichen had already confirmed that this chessboard was not an entity, but a mysterious trace of Taoism.

But now looking at this chessboard again, Lichen raised his foot and stepped on it gently, and there was a "bang" sound from the place where he landed, which was indeed a down-to-earth feeling.

This made him a little puzzled, what happened when he was out of the world just now?

With a thought in his mind, Lichen's consciousness seemed to rise suddenly, and his perspective detached from this body, as if he had returned to the sky and looked down at the huge chessboard, seeing the still unpredictable black and white sons, there seemed to be no change.

It's just that in the place where he looked, the Tianyuan direction where a white piece should have fallen, but a white-clothed figure stood there instead of the chess piece.

Lichen's consciousness slowly sank, and he returned to the body again, as far as he knew, the master of the Martial King realm would open up the Pill Ni Palace when he was crowned king, and the soul would turn into a primordial god, and from then on he would reside in the Pill Ni Palace, and all laws would not invade.

This is also one of the reasons why the royal path martial artist is more terrifying than the ordinary grandmaster, although the soul and the primordial spirit are only one step away, but there is a world of separation between the two.

Perhaps a martial king only needs to make a gesture, and the divine power blooming in the Pill Mud Palace can shatter the soul of a martial arts master alive.

However, even the primordial gods derived from the martial artists of the royal realm could not be the same as the dust, and such a physical body could be incarnated in the Lingtai Consciousness Sea.

Lichen once again sensed the current body, and seeing that there was no difference from his real body, he sighed slightly, looked up and saw that there was still a suspended water mirror in front of him, shook his head slightly, and raised his hand to disperse it.

What happened to him now is outside of the common sense that the world understands, but all of this is obviously because of this chessboard, and thinking about the monks in the temple revering this wonderful method, he has a little understanding in his heart.

Maybe this is the mystery of the "Tian Yuan Bureau".

However, when he waved his hand, it was not just the water mirror that was floating in front of him that dispersed.

Just now, among the many unpredictable black and white chess pieces in this chessboard, a black piece suddenly appeared in the direction in front of him, and with the wave of Chen's palm, the huge chess piece also turned into nothingness out of thin air like the water mirror.

Lichen naturally noticed this scene, subconsciously withdrew his palm, and looked at his ordinary hands, he seemed to feel a trace of connection with this chessboard in the dark.

Lichen stretched out his hand again, and tapped it lightly in the direction in front of him, and on the originally empty chessboard, suddenly another chess piece came into being, no different from the chess pieces that had dispersed before, as if it had never disappeared.

It was only at this moment that the conjecture in his heart was confirmed, and he raised his hand to brush it in the void, and the unpredictable black and white chess pieces seemed to be pulled by him, slowly turning into strange trajectories in the void.

And in this chess game, with the change of the black and white chess pieces, the world of the world like a fantasy reflected on this chessboard has also been turbulent.

The mountains were displaced, the rivers were diverted, the stars of the nine heavens were reversed one after another, the stars were shifted, and the stars were overturned.

The world seemed to have produced unparalleled turmoil, the world was in a hurry, birds and beasts were flying, and there was a picture of turmoil.