In the Buddha hall filled with the power of grand wishes, the space became extremely viscous, and the span of the long river of time seemed to be infinitely extended, as if there was no end to it.

The golden wish power wrapped Chang Xi's divine thoughts, and he saw the world he loved again.

Chang Xi walked alone, the warm sun shone on the land of Kyushu, he saw that in the huge cities, countless devout Buddhist disciples and Li people knelt in the temple to pray for blessings and prayers, and the wishing power they gathered rose like a cloud, floating far away, surrounding Chang Xi's side, slowly flying around his fingers, very intimate.

Chang Xi carefully probed every wisp of golden wishing power, and every wisp of golden wishing power was the most urgent and longed-for wish in people's hearts. At the time of the resumption of war in Kyushu and the arrival of the demon soldiers from outside the Northern Regions at Jiayu Pass, the most popular wish in the power of the wish was peace.

In order to obtain the blessing of these vast wishes, he needs to have the responsibility to fulfill these wishes, and he must shoulder the heavy responsibility of resisting the land of Kyushu against the invasion of demons.

As a Qingyun man, he should throw his head and spill blood for Kyushu Sheji!

Chang Xi didn't hesitate for a moment, he opened his mind and roared to the sky, like the golden power of the Yellow River surging into his limbs, and the thick glass color covered his face in an instant, majestic as the immovable king.

The young monk who was bargaining with the vegetable vendor in the downtown suddenly became speechless, sighed lightly, looked at the Buddhist hall the size of rapeseed on his fingertips, and said to himself: "Being in the dust and the heart is like glass? ”

In the secret room of the Buddha Hall, Chang Xi, whose body was also like glass, sat cross-legged, and an indescribable mighty power burst out from his body, and the golden power that was originally permeated around him had been absorbed cleanly, and the entire Buddha Hall began to tremble violently.

A purple and gold-colored luxurious Sanskrit appeared in the center of Chang Xi's eyebrows, which was very similar to the pattern of evil qi, but after only a moment, he returned to calm, leaving only faint traces of purple gold, like a heavenly immortal.

Chang Xi slowly opened his eyes, and then he was stunned, what caught his eyes was not the secret room of the Buddhist hall, but a private room of a light and elegant teahouse in the downtown area, the door of the private room was not closed, and there was silk and bamboo vocal music floating into the private room, and the tea guests passing by the door cast undisguised disdain at Chang Xi, when would such a sloppy shirtless man be able to enter such a vassal and elegant place?

Just when the second monk Chang Xi was confused, the Jizo King Bodhisattva personally walked in with a teapot with a thin mouth, closed the door, sat opposite Chang Xi, and said with a smile: "Your cultivation speed is good, how does it feel to practice this Ming King Glass Body?"

Chang Xi still hadn't recovered from his cultivation state, and subconsciously urged the Zhou Tian operation of the Ming King's glazed body, and suddenly a delicate glazed color appeared on his arms, and the sea of blood in his chest responded at any time, and the purple-gold Sanskrit on his forehead appeared along with the lines of evil qi, and with a light fist, he burst out with a magnificent power that could make the young monks on the opposite side change slightly, and suddenly the sound of air being pinched and exploded in the private room of the teahouse, attracting the angry scolding of many tea customers who didn't know the truth.

Chang Xi's mind finally cleared up a lot, and he raised his hand to lay down a formation that isolated the hearing and hearing, and his ears suddenly quieted down, like a child who got a favorite toy, he looked at his arms and palms that could be called works of art, and he was never tired of it.

Jizo King Bodhisattva raised his eyebrows, this kid is really a little unreasonable, originally he has an amazing evil qi in his body that is not easy to grasp, and there are pros and cons to using evil qi to meet the enemy, but this kid actually condensed the evil qi into the operation of the Ming King Glazed Body Zhou Tian, because the origin of the Ming King Glazed Body is the "incarnation of wrath" of the Great Ri Rulai, and the evil qi is just a manifestation of anger to the extreme, the two phases are superimposed, but the power is on a higher level, it is really a stroke of genius.

Jizo King Bodhisattva looked at Chang Xi's fist clenched and loosened with pleasure, and said with relief: "King Ming's glazed body has just been practiced in your hands is a small success realm, congratulations, now you have no less than two million catties of strength at every turn, this kind of physical strength is the minimum requirement to pass the edge of the two realms, and when you further consolidate to the point where you can explode to three million catties without hurting the physical body, it will be almost the same." ”

Chang Xi, who was bursting with unprecedented self-confidence, felt that if he ran into a guy like the Evil Ghost King again, it would be useless to use a sword and a dragon body, and he could hammer the Evil Ghost King into meat sauce with only these glass fists, so he couldn't help but ask curiously: "Bodhisattva, how powerful can you exert in the Buddhist Sect Body Refining Exercises?"

King Jizo pursed his mouth, motioned to Chang Xi to pour himself full of tea, and said with his hands in his sleeves: "You want to touch my bottom?"

Chang Xi touched his head, hehe, he smirked.

King Jizo stretched out his sleeves with both hands, took out a clean pocket that could make the rats cry when he saw it, and said slyly: "I can punch you in this pair and let you know some details, but this teahouse will definitely not be saved, if you have the money to compensate the boss, I will let you see it." ”

In this Luo Yu City, where every inch of land is valuable, God knows how unbelievable the price of this kind of teahouse located in the downtown area is, and he has to keep money to feed more than a thousand mouths waiting to be fed in the secluded part of the cave, Chang Xi, who is "poor and short-minded", hurriedly changed the topic and asked: "Bodhisattva, how long did it take me to practice the Ming King Glazed Body in this retreat?"

King Jizo Bodhisattva raised his glass and drank a sip of hot tea soup, and said leisurely: "One month." ”

Chang Xi lowered his head and frowned slightly.

It is said that there is no time for cultivation, and a mere month is insignificant in the lifespan of thousands of years for a cultivator in the Transformation God Realm, but Chang Xi has too many things to worry about, and now he is not alone in the Huangquan Realm, he still needs to carefully cultivate the Cave and Shadow Department that he has worked so hard to build, and now he has not gone back for a month, and he doesn't know what is going on with the War Department.

The Jizo King Bodhisattva naturally knew what Chang Xi was thinking, and said with relief: "The war department stationed on the barren mountain outside the city has been doing well recently, so you don't have to worry. ”

Jizo King Bodhisattva continued: "Now that you have completed the cultivation of the Ming King Glazed Body, then I will probably tell you about the third chance. ”

The Bodhisattva looked sideways at the teahouse, looking at the high mountain in the center of Luo Yu City, where the top of the mountain could almost touch the clouds, and the lights on the mountain were also clearly visible in the daytime, and he said lightly: "According to the guidance of luck in your numerology, most of your third chance is on Luo Yu Mountain, but as for how you can go up to Luo Yu Mountain, which governs for the Northern Ghost Emperor, this depends on your own ability." ”

"As for the little half of the remaining chances. ”

The Jizo King Bodhisattva, who was coated with a layer of mystery, tapped the table with his jade-colored fingers, and looked directly at Chang Xi, "It's at your feet at this moment." ”

Chang Xi looked at his feet suspiciously, there was nothing, and then used his divine thoughts to penetrate the bottom floor of the teahouse, searching carefully, but there was still nothing to be found.

He looked up suspiciously, only to find that the young monk who had been sitting opposite had disappeared at this time, leaving only a portrait of a husband and wife sketched with tea on the table.

Chang Xi got up and walked to the place where the Bodhisattva had sat down earlier and stared at the portrait, and the whole person stayed there like a clay sculpture.