Chapter Seventy-Seven: Is This an Epiphany?

Along the way, Fang Yunchen was very satisfied with the progress in all aspects, and the merit value he received every day also increased steadily.

It's just that for some reason, in the past few days, whether it is those flowery little sisters-in-law or the half-old who still have charm, they have been working very hard, and they are constantly dangling in front of Fang Yunchen.

Originally, he thought that in the process of his own cultivation, his appearance had also changed.

But the effect shouldn't be so exaggerated, right?

It wasn't until Fang Yunchen inadvertently glanced back at Ge Minghui, who was following the jade tree behind him, that all doubts disappeared.

This kid...... Born to eat soft rice!

Talking cordially with the people, shouting for warmth, Fang Yunchen still attaches great importance to the needs and opinions of the people, and keeps them in his heart.

Everyone knew that Lord Fang was dragging his sick body and had to come to inspect the people's situation, and they were so moved that they wept bitterly.

For a while, the system prompt in Fang Yunchen's field of vision swiped the screen again, which made him a little embarrassed, and secretly told Yang Laoqi to add a few more pieces of meat to tonight's meal.

If the meat is tight, let Yang Laoqi take Ge Minghui and this kid to the mountains and forests to hunt a few more wild boars and come back.

After the arrangements were made, Fang Yunchen returned to the big tent with a sense of accomplishment.

Although his motives for reviving Anseong at the beginning were not pure, he was just to gain sufficient merit points.

But now after doing it himself, Fang Yunchen has completely entered the role, and he has made up his mind that as long as he sits in this position for a day, he will not let the people of Ancheng go to the days when they were not as good as dogs before.

"Establish a heart for heaven and earth, establish a life for the people, continue to learn for the saints, and open peace for all generations...... Every time I hear these four holy words, I feel my heart surging and my blood boiling, but in fact, what the common people all over the world crave is just a place to shelter and a bowl of warm porridge. No matter how deafening the truth is, it is not as good as letting people in the world eat a full stomach every day. ”

Even though this world was once full of gods and Buddhas, how many people really put the general public in their eyes?

The more advanced the cultivator, the more they regard ordinary people as ants, and they can wipe them out with a wave of their hand.

Nowadays, the spiritual energy is drying up day by day, which is a good thing for those people who have not cultivated.

It's just that the current Great Zhou Dynasty is not powerful, and its control over all parties is getting weaker and weaker.

The troubled times are coming, and for ordinary people, it is another catastrophe.

"Do your best to obey the destiny of heaven, all I can do is to be worthy of heaven and earth, worthy of my heart......"

While thinking about it, a colorful glow full of mystical aura fell from the sky and poured into Fang Yunchen's body, who was still in a state of contemplation.

"It's ......"

In a trance, Fang Yunchen's consciousness was withdrawn from his body and was pulled out of an infinite ethereal space.

I saw a magnificent figure sitting alone at the end of time and space, surrounded by colorful holy light, as if holding a handful of ears of grain in his hand.

Through the colorful holy light, Fang Yunchen reluctantly saw that the other party seemed to be bowing slightly to him.

Then, I saw this phantom leap forward, and in one step, it crossed the time and space, and merged into Fang Yunchen's body with a bang.

Swish!

It wasn't until there was a sound like a rolling wheat wave in his ears that Fang Yunchen woke up suddenly.

It turns out that everything I just saw was false.

But there was a magical change in his dantian, and it turned out that he still needed some light blue vitality seeds that could still take root, but at this time, they had condensed into the size of a pigeon's egg, and there were Dao cracks on the surface.

The tiny roots have just poked out of their little heads, shaking their heads in the space made of light blue vitality, looking very complacent.

As for the golden vitality seed on the opposite side, the surface was almost completely cracked, and the roots that had grown before were thickened, and the speed of absorbing the vitality was also multiplied.

When the Yuan Qi Seed was completely broken, Fang Yunchen could be regarded as stepping into the middle stage of the Eighth Grade.

Such a cultivation speed, even in Shiquan Zhenren's era, would make people feel incredible.

"Just now...... Am I having an epiphany? ”

But even in Shiquan Zhenren's memory, the epiphany only had a deeper understanding of mental methods and martial arts, and he couldn't improve his own cultivation out of thin air.

"It seems that it is the righteousness I mastered before, which has played a certain role in the mystery...... Amazing, I just borrowed the four sentences of the saint in my previous life, and it has such an effect? ”

In today's era, the official cultivation method can be called an outlier in the entire cultivation world, and it is even regarded as a joke on some occasions.

Fang Yunchen himself actually didn't take the righteousness he had cultivated seriously.

The key was that although righteous qi was a type of vital energy, Fang Yunchen didn't know where the righteous qi he had unintentionally cultivated before was hidden.

I once thought that righteousness could only produce a one-time effect, such as making people enlightened, so that the reason of the caster was completely overwhelmed by the tide of remorse, and it was impossible to catch it.

Fang Yunchen planned to pass tonight, firstly, he had nothing to do to recall which famous works were still left in the memory of his previous life, and secondly, he asked Lu Yibo to collect some works of Confucianism and famous ministers in this life from the yamen.

The two-phase verification should be able to realize more Dao Zheng.

However, at this time, it was already getting dark, and Fang Yunchen, who was ready to do another big job tonight, put aside his distracting thoughts, sat cross-legged on the bed, and waited for the night to fall and start the nightlife that people were looking forward to.

……

And just when Fang Yunchen was still recuperating on his side, Li Tong was ready to go, carrying his spear and walking in the direction of the thick fog.

He deliberately chose a different direction from the daytime, just thinking about striking while the iron was hot and opening a small stove for himself.

"Alkali Sheep Beach at night is the place where the strength of the monks is really tested."

Li Tong is naturally familiar with this, his cultivation was too low before, and he really didn't have the confidence to break into the dense fog at night.

But now that he has successfully stepped into the eighth grade, it is time to take this opportunity to surpass his own limits and improve his cultivation as soon as possible.

After leaving the camp, Li made a big circle in the dark along the same road, deliberately avoiding everyone, after all, he had already said during the day that he would fight again tomorrow.

But now Li Tong plans to take advantage of the night to practice again.

If Lin Changfeng and Chen Donghe knew, they would definitely have a look of disdain.

But it backfired, and when Li Tong had just found a suitable new entry point, he saw two figures at the junction of the dense fog and the outside world.

"What people!"

Li Tong asked with a cold voice, for fear that it was a powerful ghost that broke out from the depths of Alkali Sheep Beach.

But when I got closer, I found that the backgrounds of the two were very familiar.

After the two figures turned back at the same time, Li Tong immediately patted his head.

Don't think about it, standing in front of the dense fog at this time are Lin Changfeng and Chen Donghe, who said that they would come back tomorrow.