027 two things

When Master Kongbei saw such a scene, he was excited. The cyan lotus light is an extremely mysterious vein of Buddhism. He thought that Manjushri Bodhisattva and Master Guanyin were all descendants of this vein. If he could meet him in the mortal world today, he would not waste his own cultivation.

Just as he was surprised, Yang Zifan's body was bright, as if a lamp was lit in his body. The green lotus spirit surrounded outside began to sink to his feet, turning into nine lotus petals, slowly wrapping Yang Zifan. Master Kongbei was stunned by this scene, and he saw a mouth that could swallow eggs on his face.

However, Yang Zifan had another feeling at this time. He felt that he had fallen into a vast sea of stars, surrounded by all kinds of stars. He didn't know what he had to do to do to wake up, and what these stars were used for.

So he kept flying forward and walking aimlessly in the sea of stars. The dark and distant starlight was the only thing he could rely on.

He has a desire to go to the end of the Star Sea, which is his destination. This feeling is so strong that it is stronger than anything else. He doesn't know where this feeling comes from or where it comes from.

After walking for a long time, his eyes became darker and darker, and all the stars began to gather in the distance. Yang Zifan accelerated his speed and walked for a long time. His feet were empty and fell from the starry sky.

He was shocked and rushed into a white cloud and fell on a large area of grass. He thought he could fly and would not fall miserably, but when he landed, he was indeed faced with unspeakable pain, which almost made him faint.

In the halo, he turned over, looked up at the sky, and his facial features were squeezed together, relaxing in the pain of calming.

Yang Zifan breathed a sigh of relief and looked at it puzzledly. This place seemed to have been here. He lay on the ground, and the tip of the grass under him poked his back through the cyan monk's uniform, itchy.

The color of the sky, why the floating white clouds are so familiar.

He frowned, and a shadow blocked the sunlight. Yang Zifan straightened up and looked in that direction.

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"It's you."

"Little Fan."

He also looked at Yang Zifan, and his plain clothes were spotless.

Yang Zifan looked at him with some joy and grabbed his head, as if he had returned to the first meeting when he was a child.

"I don't know your name yet. It's a little unfair."

He smiled.

"Dragon."

"Yes, you are a dragon." Yang Zifan suddenly realized.

He looked at Yang Zifan with a little more praise in his eyes: "You are excellent."

Yang Zifan was praised for the first time. He was a little uncomfortable and didn't know where to put his hands.

"Let's make a choice!" Long said.

"Me?" Yang Zifan didn't understand it.

Long explained, "The three-leaf flowers are blooming, and the disaster will come. If you can't get through, I'm afraid you will die."

Yang Zifan's heart tightened and said, "You mean disaster is a choice?"

Long nodded and said, "Yes, I thought you would come here for at least 500 years, but I didn't expect you to come in just ten years."

Yang Zifan fell into meditation.

Long added, "You can also not choose. I will take away your nine-leaf green lotus, and you will become a mortal."

Yang Zifan bowed his head and said no.

Long looked at his performance, and a trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

However, at this time, Yang Zifan raised his head and said with a simple smile, "Why should I obey the choice you gave me?"

The dragon turned pale and looked at him in surprise.

Yang Zifan smiled and said, "My road is my own. I don't want to go what you gave me."

The sky suddenly turned into a sunset, and the vast grassland was replaced by a vast desert.

Long looked at the changes around him and suddenly laughed and said, "I didn't expect it, I didn't expect..." It was a kind of joy.

Yang Zifan doesn't understand why.

Long patted him on the shoulder and said, "The nine heavens are up to you. This choice is well done."

Now Yang Zifan is no longer the stupid master of those years. Today, when he heard Long's words, his heart moved, and the surrounding environment changed greatly, turning into the room where Mr. Strange lived with him.

Willow trees are lined up, and streams are trickling.

The dragon looked at the surrounding scenery and sighed, "I didn't expect that the descendants of the ancestors would be a mortal."

Yang Zifan stroked the familiar willow tree and the wooden door that he didn't know how many times he kicked and said to himself, "What's the difference between mortals and immortals, but they know more and less."

Long said, "It's a pity that you are the only one in the world who can see it clearly."

Yang Zifan shook his head and said, "There are many people who understand. I'm just another one." He remembered Kui Tian he saw in the Great Fantasy Buddha Realm, and he also saw it clearly, but it turned out to be locked up for those people.

The dragon looked at the stream, and his figure swayed with the water. He seemed to enjoy such a scenery and looked up to Yang Zifan, "What do you want to know?" He decided to tell Yang Zifan something.

Yang Zifan put down his hand to push the wooden door, turned his head to look at the dragon, and said, "I'm afraid this is not suitable. Don't you still have an ancestor above?"

The dragon thought for a moment and said, "You don't belong to a human, don't belong to immortals, don't belong to Buddha, don't belong to God."

Yang Zifan was dumbfounded and joked for a moment, "Then I'm a monster."

The dragon's face suddenly became serious: "Remember to keep this heart."

Yang Zifan didn't take it and closed the door: "This is natural, the only thing left is mostly it. What's your choice now? Are you going to kill me or?"

He looked at the dragon, and his face was not sad or happy.

Long shook his head and said, "After the three-leaf flowers bloom, people who practice the mortal book will get great power. If the mind is not right, they will naturally kill it, but you gave me the best choice and let me see your heart."

Yang Zifan nodded and spread his hands and said, "So, what are the benefits?"

When Long saw him looking like he was collecting debts, he laughed and said, "It seems that you are much smarter."

"In this world, smartness is forced by people." Yang Zifan frowned, remembered all the things he had encountered, and sent this sentence from his heart.

The dragon waved his hand, and the realm of the nine heavens was changed into a vast grassland. He looked at the boundless distance.

"I still like this place." Then he took out a golden seed from his hand, opened the land and planted it.

The seeds fell to the ground and grew into a big tree in a blink of an eye, blooming and fruiting.

A humanoid golden fruit.

The dragon said, "Oit it."

Yang Zifan looked at the fruit curiously and asked, "What's the use?"

"I won't die."

Just five words are enough to move all the characters in the world. The immortal body is what the monk wants all his life. If this one is exiled to the world, I'm afraid that the immortals will go out.

Long waited for Yang Zifan's surprised performance.

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Yang Zifan took a look and asked, "Are there any more?"

Long looked at him with wide eyes, raised his hand and knocked on him, and scolded, "What's this idea? Can't you be surprised?"

Yang Zifan pretended to be surprised and opened his mouth and said, "Is that so?"

Long completely lost his words. Yang Zifan touched him as if he knew him very well and said, "Is there any?"

Long cried and laughed and said, "No, I won't eat it. I took it."

"Okay, I'll eat." Yang Zifan picked the fruit in his hand and took a bite carefully. Long saw him eat the fruit like poison. He really didn't understand where the stupid teenager he saw for the first time had gone. He just felt that this guy was really cheap and obedient.

However, in comparison, he prefers Yang Zifan now.

Speak bluntly and have a good heart.

Yang Zifan finished eating the fruit and wiped the juice overflowing from his mouth. Seeing Long looking at him with a strange look, he quickly said, "Don't look at me like this. You gave me something to eat."

He licked his mouth and then said, "However, this fruit doesn't seem to work..."

Long couldn't stand his tone. He rolled his eyes, kicked him on the buttocks and laughed and scolded, "Get out of here."

Yang Zifan flew into the sky with a sigh. He turned over and shouted, "What's the use of this fruit?"

Long Ying said, "The heart will not die, and people will not die."

When the voice reached his ears, Yang Zifan felt a shock and found that he had returned to the purple mansion. The three leaves of the heart of the nine-leaf green lotus on the sea of air bloomed, and a dark purple air flow poured down from the purple mansion.

It was like a large stream of heat falling on his body, which made Yang Zifan excited, and then a fog rose from the lotus, making the purple house like a dream.

In this fog, Yang Zifan, who turned into a spiritual consciousness, slowly rose and was held all the way to the depths of his mind, where his spiritual consciousness was located.

This is a place similar to a large ocean. After all the fog came here with Yang Zifan, it condensed into a dark purple teardrop crystal.

"Papa"

The purple crystal fell into the water.

The spiritual ocean shone for a moment, and the crystal floated on the surface of the water, turning into two, two into three, and turned into thousands of lotus in an instant.

Yang Zifan looked at this scene curiously and secretly said, "Is this the immortal body?"

In my heart, I recalled that "the heart is immortal, and the human is immortal." Six characters, thousands of lotus bloom together, and the fragrance of lotus is full of spiritual sea. In an all moment, Yang Zifan's eyes lit up and saw a pair of big eyes above a bright bald head, like a greedy ghost staring at bacon, which scared him.

"You...empty master."

When Master Kongbei saw Yang Zifan wake up, he immediately became interested and said urgently, "What happened just now?"

Yang Zifan grabbed his head and didn't know how to say what had just happened. After thinking about it for a while, he had an inspiration in his mind and said, "I'm wandering."

"God's Journey?" Master Kongbei thought hard for a long time before asking, "It's hard to say, it's hard to say."

Yang Zifan also took the opportunity and said, "It's hard to say. I went to some places strangely."

Master Kongbei thought for a long time and shook his head and said, "Well, little donor, the old man needs to explain something."

Yang Zifan saluted respectfully: "The master's life-saving kindness can't be reciful. If the master has something to do, the boy will naturally go through fire and water."

Master Kongbei said, "That's very good. There are only two things to do, but I'm afraid it's a little difficult to do."

"The first thing, if you go to heaven in the future, if you can find Kuitian's body and help him fall into the earth, the little guy doesn't want to go to the Buddhist world with me, and he will naturally not be better after going up."

Yang Zifan's heart was stunned, and then he noticed that the black knife was no longer in the stone room and nodded silently.

"This second thing is a little difficult. Let me tell you in detail, you should firmly remember that if it is done well, it is also a great merit to the Buddhist world."