Ye Xin immediately changed his direction and swept towards the place where the fluctuations came from, and after a few hundred breaths, a shelter appeared in front of him, this shelter was exactly the same as what he saw before, and the terrain of the transformation world was changing at any time, Ye Xin couldn't tell if he had been to this shelter before, anyway, the fluctuations came from inside, and he had to go in and have a look anyway.

There were also monks resting in the shelter, but there were not many of them, there were a dozen monks in small groups of threes and twos, and a dozen monks gathered together, shouting and shouting.

Ye Xin and Chiyo Wushuang walked slowly towards the group of monks, and then he heard a shout that made him stunned.

"Come on...... If you don't pay attention to the wrong love, you have to buy and leave, you can find your own wins and losses, and no one is to blame. The appearance of the monk who shouted was about thirty years old, with two strange mustaches on the side of his mouth, his eyes fell on Ye Xin, who was coming, and his eyes lit up: "There is a new friend again, can you bet on a hand?!"

Ye Xin's expression looked a little strange, is this the middle of the red dust market, or is it the realm of law extermination? How can anyone still gamble?

"Hurry up, hurry up, what's the fuss, mustache, are you trying to make a fool?" exclaimed a middle-aged monk in a white robe, who looked elegant, scratching his ears and cheeks.

The other monks also made a fuss, urging the mustachioed monk to lift the golden bowl he was holding.

"Tianjun, you can't talk nonsense! My mustache is notoriously undeceitful! This is the matter of a dozen Nine Transformation Pills, and you don't bet much, can I afford it? Because this Golden Pill has ruined my reputation?" the mustache glared and shouted.

"Then you'd be open!" cried the other monk.

"Wait a minute, everyone, give me a face, you also know that I like to talk to people the most, and besides, wouldn't it be more fun if I could play with multiple friends?" the mustache said, and then he looked at Ye Xin again: "Look at this friend's extraordinary bearing, wise and handsome, he should be from a famous family, right?"

"Sort of. Ye Xin smiled, if the strength of the Twelve Star Hall could be condensed, it could fully afford the title of a famous faction.

"Ever since my friend started his cultivation, has he always had to tremble and be diligent all day long, polishing his mind and will, so as to be ahead of others and ahead of the opportunity, lest if he is not careful, he will end up in a state of no return?" said the mustache.

Ye Xin was stunned, although what the other party said was a cliché, it was indeed in line with his experience, and after a moment, he nodded: "Not bad." ”

"Is it bitter?" said the mustache.

"Bitter. Ye Xin said.

"Are you tired?" the mustache asked.

"Tired...... Ye Xin exhaled softly, he was really tired, because the opponent was too strong, because the enemy was the entire Heavenly Domain.

"What did my friend endure so much suffering and tiredness for?" said the mustache.

Ye Xin was silent for another moment, and spit out two words: "Forward." “

"Forward, that's a good point!" the mustache slapped his thigh: "Friend, do you think we don't want to move forward?"

Ye Xin couldn't help laughing, and then said, "I did feel a little weird just now. ”

"Okay! My friend can tell the truth, he is a lover, and I like to talk to people like you the most. The mustache also smiled: "Where does that friend want to go forward?"

"This ......" Ye Xin paused, with his current entry, what kind of Fengshen Mansion is talking about, there is a possibility that his tongue will flash, the gap is too big.

"I've heard that the gods of the Heavenly Realm can't wake up, I'm afraid they will sleep for seven or eight hundred years every thousand years, and they have little interest in the vicissitudes of life. The mustache shouted, "In this way, what is the purpose of your cultivation? In order to be able to sleep peacefully for hundreds of years after the establishment of the god's mansion? Then Lao Tzu can go back to sleep in the nest now! You can sleep as long as you want, why do you have to run around?"

Ye Xin showed a look that seemed to be smiling, this guy was a little interesting.

"But Lao Tzu doesn't want to sleep, and Lao Tzu doesn't practice for sleep. The mustache exclaimed, "What Lao Tzu wants is to be happy! What Lao Tzu wants is to do whatever he wants, and to do what he wants! Lao Tzu just wants to play, to play crazy everywhere, so that he can live up to the good times! Everyone, am I right?"

The roar of the mustache echoed almost the entire sanctuary, and he was asking questions of the monks in the sanctuary.

Needless to say, the monks around the mustache all liked the mustache's rhetoric, and some young monks nearby were applauding the mustache, but an old man who was not far away frowned and said in a contemptuous tone: "It's just the crooked reasoning and heresy of the Extreme Secret Dragon." ”

"It's not right for you to say that, if you don't like it, you can point out where I'm wrong, or tell us with reason, we should still practice hard now, in order to finally enter the heavenly realm to sleep, don't just splash dirty water, buckle your hat, anyone will do this, I also said that you are an evil demon and a traitor." The mustache immediately fought back.

The old man probably didn't dare to fight the mustache, or maybe he didn't bother to debate, so he tilted his head.

"Friend, you might as well let go of your city and machine for the time being, and everyone will have fun together. The mustache's gaze fell on Ye Xin again: "Don't learn from that old guy, gather people like them together, you will find that everyone's temperament is exactly the same, practice and practice, and forget yourself in the end, so what else is there to practice?"

The old man simply closed his eyes and put on a posture of steady.

"If you are gifted, friend, you can break through the last barrier between the Holy and God in three or five hundred years, what does these three or five hundred years mean to you?" the mustache said softly, "It is the last feast, the last revelry...... Then you can go to sleep peacefully, because you have played everything you should play, tasted all the joys, sorrows, and sorrows, and have no regrets. ”

Ye Xin couldn't cry or laugh, the mustache in front of him could already go to the MLM class.

"Actually, your previous days were the same, who didn't tremble and resign when they started cultivating? We have cultivated desperately, experienced all kinds of good fortune and avoided evil, and endured endless suffering, I used to think that these were all cultivations. The mustache said: "When I stepped into the threshold of the true saint, my eyes were opened, only to find that something was wrong, some masters lived out their true temperament, looking at Ren Xueling, Kou Beichen, Silver Kite, Chaogao, Rib their grievances, grievances, feelings and hatreds, that is called living a wonderful life, what are we?

"Not every monk can be a god, otherwise the heavenly realm would have been full a long time ago, hehehe...... Do you really think that you can walk into the path of heaven with all your patience and restraint now? To put it mildly, if one day a great calamity comes, and you look back on the past before you die, and find that you have nothing in your life except patience or patience, then you will understand that your life has been all in vain!"

The monks were more or less infected, some still with contempt, while others were thoughtful, and they were touched to the soft spot of their hearts.

Needless to say, in the past 10,000 years, who has cultivated to the end and established a god? It seems that there is none...... It is rumored that Huang Lao is the closest monk to the Divine Mansion, and his cultivation has surpassed the Great Heavenly Tribulation, but Huang Lao has also fallen!

It seems that there is still a constant reincarnation and rebirth of the Divine Mansion, but this kind of cause and effect has nothing to do with the ordinary monks in the world, it belongs to the Heavenly Domain's own business, and when the reincarnated Divine Mansion awakens the divine consciousness, it will naturally go back, and the Heavenly Domain will accept it.

"That's it, my friend. The mustache nodded Ye Xin with his hand: "How you want to live in the past three or five hundred years, whether you want to live your own life, or continue to endure, it's up to you to choose!"

"Serve ......" Ye Xin sighed: "You said so much, if I don't support it, it will be really unforgivable......"

"Sensible and sensible!" the mustache stretched out a thumbs up to Ye Xin: "I recognize this friend of yours!"

"But I don't have anything to do, what should I do?" Ye Xin said.

"It's okay, it's just to have fun, I haven't paid attention to this point yet. The mustache stretched out and recognized a golden thing: "This one is for you, if you lose, it's mine, if you win, we have half a point." ”

Ye Xintan caught the golden light with his hand, it turned out to be an almost transparent golden pill, and the golden pill was wrapped in an extremely smooth crystal, isolating the light and the incense.

"Thank you. Ye Xin checked the golden pill in his hand: "How to play?"

"It's easy, just buy big and small, friend, don't you say you've never played before?" said the mustache with a smile.

"I've definitely played more than you. Ye Xin smiled, and then he threw the golden pill in his hand on the silk cloth in the field: "I'll buy it." ”

"Okay, don't be sorry for your love, buy it and leave, and get ready to go!" the mustache shouted.

At this moment, Ye Xin's gaze suddenly fell on a middle-aged monk five or six meters away from his side, the middle-aged monk had been looking at him, and he also sensed the fluctuation of the jade plate on the other party's waist, and then Ye Xin smiled slightly.

"Who are you?" said the middle-aged monk coldly.

"Before your friend died, I asked me to hand this thing back. Ye Xin took out the jade plate.

The middle-aged monk also took out the jade plaque, his expression was still very cold: "So, I should thank you?"

"Thank you, you don't need it, you ......"

Before Ye Xin could finish speaking, the middle-aged monk suddenly crushed the jade plaque with force, and his skin and hair fell off one by one at the same time, and the aura of silence spread from his body.

Rumble...... The monks in the surrounding bustle suddenly exploded, and they all avoided in all directions, Ye Xin was dumbfounded, he had seen the dead soldiers, but it was the first time he had seen such a resolute dead soldier, and he would not judge whether his situation was safe or dangerous, as long as his identity was exposed, he would commit suicide immediately.