Lilong ancient city, this is built on a plain of the vast giant city, much larger than Moro Chongyang, many monks, people in the city come and go, there is no lack of horses and beasts, ancient birds on the streets, each strength is strong.

Fortunately, Zhuo Chuan and Luo Gu met Ye Yunfan and his party as soon as they came here, in addition to many other Sanchuan monks from Wuzhou, the heroic appearance of the male and the beautiful female are all outstanding people.

"I am Zhuo Chuan, if you believe me or not. ”

In the distance, Zhuo Chuan heard a familiar voice, his tone was full of helplessness, and he explained again and again.

"I have already said, there is no need for my family to lie to you, believe it or not, and pull it down if you don't believe it. ”

Not only that, Zhuo Chuan also heard Yan Wei's angry voice, if it weren't for the restraint of the two parties, they might have started a fight a long time ago.

Luo Gu and Zhuo Chuan walked together, the wind was mighty, and when they saw this situation, they hurriedly fell, wondering what was going on.

"Boy, someone here is pretending to be you, if Ye Yunfan hadn't stopped him, I would have beaten him. When Su Ze saw someone coming, he walked up in a few big strides, smiled, and punched Zhuo Chuan in the shoulder.

The others also looked at each other, with serious expressions, their eyebrows tightly locked, and their eyes full of surprise.

Ye Yunfan and the two did not step forward, standing between the two Zhuo Chuan, it was difficult to judge.

"Judging by the way you look, you should have known his identity a long time ago. "After getting along for so long, Zhuo Chuan can be regarded as knowing Su Ze better, and in the same way, the other party is also the person who knows himself the most among all and knows many of his secrets.

Hearing this, Su Ze smiled, then shrugged his shoulders helplessly, and said, "It's useless for me to believe it, the key is that they don't believe it." ”

Everyone met each other, but there was not much joy among them, more suspicious eyes at him.

Zhuo Chuan didn't want to pay attention to the others, he just needed to explain the situation to Ye Yunfan and the others.

After a lot of words, he told what he had seen and heard, and the strange events he had experienced, and there was nothing to hide.

"Is he really yourself?" Ye Liuyingdai browled her eyebrows, obviously not believing it.

Two Zhuo Chuan, different ages...... Everything is so unbelievable.

But the most surprised thing was not her, but Yan Wei, who had been with the middle-aged Zhuo Chuan for many years, with a pair of big eyes that were very round, long eyelashes fluttering, her chest rising and falling, and her heart was not calm.

"Are you the same person as the adult?" she opened her mouth in an "O" shape, and her eyes kept looking at Zhuo Chuan, not letting go of anything.

"Sure enough, it was exactly the same as when I was young, and I thought I was wrong at the time. ”

Zhuo Chuan was speechless, sighed leisurely, and said in an affirmative tone: "It is indeed me." ”

Ye Yunfan looked at the two of them and said softly: "You must know that some methods in the world can be copied to carve out the same self, but in terms of tracing back to the source, it is not the same person. ”

He reminded Zhuo Chuan that the so-called memory, secret arts, and the practice of ancient scriptures are unreliable, and they cannot be used as a basis for judgment.

"I'm sure he's who I am, if it's fake, it's absolutely true, unless I'm not myself. Zhuo Chuan nodded, and did not deny Ye Yunfan's opinion, how could he not know this?

The reason why I dare to assert this is that in addition to my own feelings in the dark, the most important thing is another thing - the gold seed!

Since this is the case, Ye Yunfan can't say anything more, and temporarily identifies the identity of the middle-aged Zhuo Chuan.

"Now that this has happened, it strengthens my suspicions. ”

If you don't count Su Ze, the person who believes in the identity of the middle-aged Zhuo Chuan the most in the field is Luo Gu, who knows a lot of unknown secrets, which are closely related to the inheritance of the old land of ink bones.

"The so-called realm of reincarnation, on the shore of the other side is the Nine Realms Divine Land, the place where legends were lost!"

The old land of ink bones is ancient and long, and the inheritance runs through almost the entire history of the Heavenly Tablet Secret Realm, and it is said that they have existed since the era when the five states and three rivers were not yet formed, and they have participated in the most tragic interracial wars.

There are some things that cannot be known and understood by being strong, even if it is Mengyin Feng, after all, he has only been in this secret realm for more than two thousand years, and the eastward migration valley is far from having the profound heritage of the old land of ink bones.

"I had some guesses as soon as I entered the realm of reincarnation, but the legend is too old, and there are only a few strokes in ancient books to assert. Luo Gu's eyes stared at the two Zhuo Chuan, and his crimson eyes were full of demonism.

It is rumored that eighty percent of the monks in the old land of ink bones are not human races, but they are also different from the demon race, and the real origin has always been a mystery in Wuzhou Sanchuan.

"The extreme of the northern heavens, those who have a secret land, can observe the afterlife, can glimpse this life, hypocrisy and delusion, and come out together, pass away me, I am the same, and I am the Tao...... It is for the Nine Realms Divine Land, and finally open the gate of heaven!"

This is a passage from the broken ancient book of the old land of ink bones, which says a mysterious place, called the sacred land, which is extremely strange.

Luo Gu continued: "The Nine Realms correspond to the several Heavenly Trench realms of the Cultivator, the Divine Blood, the Heavenly Foot, the Life Acupoint, the Six Places, the Five Palaces, the Dragon's Back, the Dao Arm, the Tongshen, and the Golden Body!"

These are the nine human realms that the monks practice, the bloodline, the feet, the dantian, the six intestines, the five organs, the back, the arms, the spiritual platform, and the perfect golden body after unification!

Every ancient scripture has an explanation of these realms, and that is the path that all monks in the world should take!

The same is true for most of the demon races, only a few races have different paths from this, but in the end, they also have the same path and cultivate a perfect golden body.

As for what else is on the golden body, Zhuo Chuan doesn't know much about it, whether it is the Shocking Sun Sutra of the Purple Yang Cave Heaven or the Seven Stars Secret Scroll, there is no pen and ink about that part, it is ethereal.

"The Nine Realms Divine Land was supposed to be connected to each other, but someone separated them with great means and evolved some things that shouldn't exist. ”

As he spoke, Luo Gu's gaze fell on the middle-aged Zhuo Chuan: "For example, the monk who crossed the river, and the existence of another option." ”

"From the perspective of Buddhism, Lechuan is the cause at first sight, Chongyang goodbye is the effect, and the root cause is that the monk and this uncle are Zhuo Chuan himself, which is a strange phenomenon created by some means. Su Ze took over and said wisely with a light in his eyes.

He knows some secrets that no one knows.

"I said that, right?"

"That's true. Luo Gu nodded noncommittally, "They are a person, not a person, in the end, it is just this world that is doing trouble." ”

The two Zhuo Chuan listened to it with a blank face and didn't know what to do.

"So, I'm Schrödinger's cat?" he touched his nose, his brow furrowed.

"My lord, what is Xue's cat?"

Next to her, Yan Wei's eyes rolled, her body was full and hot, Luo Gu and Su Ze's words made her dizzy, it was better not to think about that.

"It's a mythical beast from my hometown, sometimes dead, sometimes alive. The middle-aged Zhuo Chuan replied.

......

"I think you've also discovered the runes in the four ancient cities, otherwise you wouldn't have gathered here. ”

A group of people are all geniuses of Wuzhou and Sanchuan, each with their own heritage, and they can naturally perceive what Luo Gu can see.

This is a divided magic circle, the runes are ancient, and it contains a special potential, and the final point is to leave the city.

Everyone nodded, most of them did come from this, and they had their own unique opinions on several runes, so they converged here to perfect their interpretation.

The information Luo Gu brought was very useful, and he found more obscure things through the secret techniques of the Ink Bone Old Land, and together with the gains of others, he got a shocking result.

"The world is somewhere between the virtual and the real, evolving cause and effect, and deriving something!"

But they had no way of knowing what the final result was, and the existence of the formation was too high, setting up a layer of fog to prevent others from exploring.

"If our clan's formation is here, everyone will definitely be able to reverse the final result, what we have grasped is still too shallow. A Tianjiao in Yinchuan sighed, this was all they could know.

......

Fuqing Temple, located in a bamboo forest in the north of Litaki City, is a Buddhist ruins full of mystery, I don't know when it was built, I don't know when it was destroyed, it seems to have been existing in Litaki City.

Ye Yunfan and the others only left here not long ago, and now they are here again, hoping to find some other useful information.

Along the way, the middle-aged Zhuo Chuan and Zhuo Chuan walked side by side, their appearance was exactly the same, but there were some differences in age, which looked very weird.

"When you stand together, those who do not know think that they are father and son. Yan Wei followed behind them, constantly comparing the two Zhuo Chuan, and was extremely energetic.

She has a very cheerful personality, and after knowing that Zhuo Chuan and her own adults are the same person, she no longer has the restraint of Chongyang before, and even reached out to pinch the faces of the two of them to compare and contrast with each other.

In this regard, the two Zhuo Chuan glared at the same time, and Yan Wei had no choice but to retract her hand and pout, much more well-behaved.

After a short time, a sparse old bamboo forest gradually appeared in front of me, with yellow leaves rustling, many dead bamboos had fallen half-fallen to the ground, and some parts fell into the soil, rotting and rotting.

The rubble is sharp, the rubble is scattered, and the further you go inside, the more remnants of all kinds are there, and collapsed mud walls and broken Buddha incense stands can be seen everywhere.

On some bricks and cracked stones, there are one or several chaotic lines carved at will, without any rules, if you don't know the formation patterns, you will only think that it is the traces left by children's playful depictions.

Luo Gu shuttled through the bamboo forest, observing the runes everywhere, constantly organizing and splicing in his mind, and his brows never stretched for a moment.

"The ruins are too badly damaged, some things have long been lost, and it is difficult to put them together completely!" he sighed, there were very few things left in the ruins of Fuqing Temple, and he could no longer get anything valuable.

Sala......

The bamboo forest is decaying, and large leaves have turned yellow, and the forest rustles as the wind blows.

Fuqing Temple is dilapidated, it is not a big ancient temple, it is just a small temple that occupies an area of not wide, the ruins are overgrown with weeds, and there is an abandoned rat hole under a cracked incense platform, which is very desolate.

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

However, just as Zhuo Chuan and the others were about to give up and leave, an old voice came slowly.

It seems to be ringing thousands of miles away, and it seems to be close to the ear, and when you taste it carefully, it seems to be in the depths of your own mind, and you can't catch it.

"Old monk, when did you stand here?" Yan Wei exclaimed, retreating again and again, leaning on the middle-aged Zhuo Chuan.

Everywhere she looked, a monk who was too old to look was standing quietly, his hands folded, and his face looking at everyone with a compassionate face.

He was dressed in a tattered robe, shaped like a withered tree, and his wrinkled skin looked like cracked old bark, but his complexion was very ruddy, with a faint sheen.

Everyone was shocked in their hearts, they were all Tianjiao of the same place, even if their cultivation was suppressed in the Tianzu realm, their divine sense was much sharper than ordinary people, and they didn't even notice the arrival of the old monk.

"Amitabha!" the old monk recited the Buddha's name, and the golden light of merit behind the skull lit up, and the Buddha's light shone brightly, sacred and solemn.

This is an enlightened monk, whose cultivation is as deep as the vast sea, and there is no way to speculate.

But for some reason, Zhuo Chuan actually saw his own shadow in this old monk, and when he looked at it, his wrinkled face looked like he was old......

Not only him, but the other monks also saw themselves in each other in a trance, and their faces were different from person to person, and everyone saw different old monks.

"The Buddha has no appearance, but all beings have a ...... in their hearts"