The mountain breeze was gentle, the stream was murmuring, and a golden light flew through the sky, and the divine and magnificent breath was clearly heard. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

On a steep cliff in the mountain, the fragrant and strange flowers of sesame grass are in full bloom, an old peach tree grows on the edge of the cliff and stretches its branches and leaves, and two white-haired monkeys play on the peach tree. Not far away, a white ape in golden armor lies under a tree, holding a crystal green grass root in his mouth, he is the local mountain god.

The white ape opened his eyes and looked at the direction in which the golden light disappeared, and couldn't help but wonder in his heart, "This is the seventh time, what's going on with the old monks these days, they are always flying around in the sky." ’

In the depths of the mountain belly under the white ape, in a secret room in the mountain god's mansion, Yang Chongguang sat on his knees, his body full of golden light blooming, and under him was the red flame spreading out and flowing. A fist-sized crystal soft ball of light floated in front of him, it was the relics of the dust monk, and Yang Chongguang spewed out a spirit from his mouth to envelop the relics and slowly refine.

Although the soul of the monk has been devoured and disappeared by the Demon Lord of Xuluo, the relics still contain his personal imprints, refining and erasing these imprints, making the relics a pure mass of absorbing energy is a time-consuming grinding effort.

I don't know how long to practice, Yang Chongguang suddenly opened his eyes, and the golden light around him suddenly bloomed, and a golden bell was formed to envelop him in an instant. The divine golden glow on the surface of the relics dissipated, revealing the crystalline body of the relics, and then Yang Chongguang pinched a magic trick in his hand, and a red flame flew up from below, and a fine arc of light flew out from the golden bell and connected with the red flame qi machine.

As the red flame falls on the relics, the relics gradually release pure brilliance, and the sound of chanting sounds, and as the refining of the red flame deepens, the chanting sound becomes louder and louder;

Yang Chongguang's long hair fluttered, and there was a violent arc of light flashing between the hairs; the Buddha sound in the relics continued to disturb his mind, and the brilliance released by the relics also had a wonderful effect under the Buddha sound to resist the refining of Chiyan; fortunately, the red flames were connected to the golden bell qi, and Yang Chongguang was able to suppress the relics with the combination of the golden bell jar and the supernatural powers.

After all, the relics are dead creatures, and resistance is only the wonder of Buddhist exercises; under such confrontation between the two sides, the relics finally flashed a monk's phantom shadow behind a grand Buddha sound, and then the brilliance disappeared, and the relics melted into a golden liquid with magnificent brilliance circulating in the red flames.

Yang Chongguang opened his mouth and inhaled, and the liquid turned into relics was sucked into his mouth, and the next moment, Yang Chongguang felt that his whole body was warm and comfortable, and a pure vitality filled his whole body and flowed non-stop. Yang Chongguang's physical body and soul are like a hungry and thirsty person under the desert frantically absorbing this pure energy, and soon both of them will feel full, and Yang Chongguang can clearly feel that the physical body and divine soul are rapidly improving and strengthening.

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The heavy door slowly opened, and Yang Chongguang walked out of the secret room full of energy, and when he came to the hall, he saw a group of mountain elves playing noisily, and a few little monkeys ran by. At the head of the hall, the white ape leaned on the chair and crossed his feet on the large desk, one foot holding a booklet, and the other foot holding the main pen to draw dots on the book.

See this scene. Yang Chongguang really couldn't help but slander, which god was dizzy and let a monkey be the mountain god, isn't he afraid of the chaos of the local order. However, when he thought of Yuan Hong, Yang Chongguang also had to sigh, he didn't expect to meet Yuan Hong's descendants here.

"Bai Zhujun, thank you so much for these days. ”

Hearing Yang Chongguang's voice, the white ape threw away the pen and ink with his feet and jumped up, and several jumped in front of Yang Chongguang, "Uncle Chongguang, you are out of the customs." ”

Yang Chongguang was injured that day and needed a safe place to recuperate, in terms of safety, where could it be compared to the residence of the local gods; with the token of the Wind Watching Envoy and the face of the Thousand Universe Divine Monarch, Yang Chongguang easily entered the mountain god mansion of the white ape, and after some conversation, Yang Chongguang was even more surprised to learn that the white ape was actually Yuan Hong's descendant, no wonder the demon clan was born but could become a mountain god.

"Bai Zhujun, how long have I been in retreat?" Yang Chongguang took the wild fruit from a little monkey and asked.

"It's been more than a month. ”

"Well, it's time for me to leave. ”

"Uncle Chongguang, I have been patrolling the mountains these days, and I have found that there are always monks flying in the sky, aren't they looking for you?"

"Monk?" Yang Chongguang was stunned, this place is nearly two hundred miles away from Sancao Town, and the old monks have been seen by Bai Zhujun many times, obviously they know that he is in this area through some kind of deduction.

After thinking for a moment, Yang Chongguang said: "You don't have to take this matter to heart, those monks won't do anything to me." ”

The white ape bared his teeth, and a black light flashed in his hand to reveal a mixed iron rod, and shouted: "Those bald men are so bold, uncle, wait for me to go out and teach them a lesson." ”

"Not necessarily. Yang Chongguang shook his head, "It has nothing to do with you, don't interfere, besides, the old monks you saw are all certified Arhat golden body, you have a priesthood, find it, they don't dare to do anything to you, but if you suffer, it is Brother Yuan Hong's face that you will lose." ”

Then, Yang Chongguang said in a deep voice: "After eating a relic from their monk's temple, I will always have to face it, besides, I am not afraid of them." ”

After Yang Chongguang left the Mountain God Mansion, the white ape sat on the big case, his eyes rolled around, and after a while, he jumped up and shouted: "No, those bald people are looking for trouble with Uncle Chongguang, that is to find trouble with the ancestor, I have to send a message to the ancestor." ”

Not to mention that the white ape was about to send a message to inform Yuan Hong, after Yang Chongguang came out of the Mountain God Mansion, the light was like a long rainbow across the sky. Flying all the way, about half an hour later, a golden light suddenly flew in front of him, and then a grand Buddha horn sounded.

"Amitabha, donor, the poor monk has been looking for you for a long time. An old monk appeared in front of Yang Chongguang.

Yang Chongguang stopped, stood with his hands in his hands, looked at the old monk and said, "I didn't expect to see the old monk again, what are you looking for?"

"Why should the benefactor knowingly ask. The old monk's expression was flat, and then his momentum suddenly exploded, and he said: "On that day, my senior brothers and brothers were busy forcing away the demon lord of Xuluo and neglected the donor, it is better for the donor to go to the temple to rest for two days, so that the temple can express a little gratitude, and the disciples of the temple are thanks to the donor's rescue, otherwise the form of the god will be destroyed, and many years of cultivation will come to naught." ”

"Oh, old monk, you want to express your gratitude, that sounds good. Yang Chongguang smiled slightly, and then said: "But there is an urgent matter in this seat, just go to your temple, if you want to express your gratitude, send me some treasures, of course, the baby is as you like, this seat does not pick." ”

The old monk shook his white eyebrows with a long droop, and then said: "There are a few treasures in this temple, but the treasure will not be said for the time being; the poor monk has been looking for the donor for a long time, in fact, it is for the same, when the relics of the Japanese temple disciples were taken away by the donor, and asked the donor to return it." ”