Chapter 48 The Return of the Divine Journey, Shocking the Demon Monk with One Shot

The familiar eyes seemed to have been seen somewhere before. Thinking about it carefully, An Bochen's heart tightened.

When the Duke of Huo wanted to kill him that day, he looked the same to him...

Subconsciously, An Bochen took a step back and stopped in an instant.

The three people in front of him are all masters, and their magic power is powerful. It's easy to kill him. Even if he runs out of a hundred miles, he can catch him back.

After calming down, An Bochen pretended to be calm.

"The two really woke up the dreamer with one word, uncle... I have never thought that there are so many wonderful uses for this dreaming method. Unfortunately, there is not enough innocence, and I can only visit other people's dreams. I'm afraid I can't do anything else.

What An Bochen said was not false. Although he became the general Wu Ji in Xiao Hou's dream, he was more possessed than a change, but he still showed his own face. In this way, it was the limit of what An Bochen could do in Xiao Hou's dream. He knew that he could do nothing except watch the flowers and possess the characters in his dream.

"Don't underestimate yourself if you are an innocent resident."

Looking at An Bochen with a smile, the wind fairy said.

"You have become the method of divine travel for the first time, and you have first realized the method of divine travel into a dream. Naturally, this is the only way. But with the increase of perception in the future, the improvement of Taoism will definitely excavate more powerful methods from it. Killing in dreams, stealing secrets and stealing treasures, etc. are not false.

Seeing Huang Jushi's eyes flashing on the other side, he didn't know what he was thinking. An Bochen smiled and said leisurely.

"Innocent is a hermit in the mountains. He never competes with others. He eats between heaven and earth, just a piece of clothes. Even if there are many wonderful ways to dream, as Huang Jushi said, for innocence, it is like chicken ribs.

When the words fell, An Bochen felt that the Huang Jushi's eyes that looked at him obviously faded a little, and his heart was secretly relieved.

"Maybe."

Looking at An Bochen with a smile, the wind fairy did not say anything.

At the end of the long night, the dark purple sky is split by the morning light, and the dawn is coming.

As the temperature rose, the pure yang qi floated out from all directions. An Bochen's heart trembled, and there was a trace of panic for no reason. Thinking of what Mr. Kong said, he was deeply convinced that he could only walk through the night and could not tolerate the day.

"I don't know if there is an innocent person?"

Mr. Kong's voice came to his ear, and An Bochen shook back.

"Not yet."

"It is impossible for a resident to hide in the world, but now that the resident has become a divine master, he should choose a descendant."

Mr. Kong said earnestly.

"Although we can't become a god master without our own efforts, 50% of them belong to the opportunity to break the difficulty of the three-foot god, and the layman must be clear. Therefore, in order to protect the inheritance, we should establish Taoism, so as to live up to the merits of heaven and earth.

"Mr. Kong's teaching, you will definitely consider it if you are innocent."

Seeing that the morning is coming, An Bochen is not in the mood to entangle with them again. If he can't return to his body before dawn, when Simajin wakes up and sees himself standing still, who knows what amazing she will do.

"Cluck, the innocent brother's heart is like an arrow. Mr. Kong, let's say less."

The wind fairy's mind is delicate. Seeing that An Bochen can't help looking to the southeast, how could she not guess what he was thinking? She paused and said to Mr. Kong.

"Look at the sky, it's close to the sunrise. The innocent brother's feet are not enough, and you have to bother Mr. Kong to see him off."

"It should be so."

Mr. Kong picked up another Taoist charm and walked forward slowly, sticking it to An Bochen's forehead.

Perhaps because the sky was getting brighter and the yang was strong, An Bochen was drowsy and in a trance, so he heard the voice of Mr. Kong from his ears.

"I miss the place of the body. After three sounds, I will return to the body... On the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, Zishi met in the cave and explored the gods together. He also hoped that the resident would come to the meeting.

Where the body is... Liujing, Moyun Building, seven floors...

Just as An Bochen was in a daze, there were three knocks on his forehead, and he only felt that his body suddenly flew back. The surrounding scenery was like floating light and shadow, disappearing in an instant, which was countless times faster than his previous wind and lightning.

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Liujing, Zhuque Street.

The rooster reported the dawn, and the drowsy Tianye suddenly cracked a slit, like a sleepy eye for the first time, and the morning light suddenly appeared and fell into the capital.

On the top of the Moyun Tower, the young man in a green shirt stood by the window, his eyes drooped, motionless, like a mud sculpture.

A falcon circled out of the window, staring at the teenager in the building.

It has been around for nearly a night, but it hasn't come forward for a long time. It's not easy to find such a big "prey" in this bustling capital. It's strange that this "prey" has flesh and blood. It looks delicious, but it doesn't feel half a trace of breath, just like this wooden building.

After coveting for a night, at this time, the belly of the eagle was empty, and it was hungry. It looked at An Bochen greedily, no longer hesitated, and was about to rush away.

The cold wind rushed to the Moyun Tower from all directions, and the eagle shivered. At this moment, I saw the young man in the building shaking his eyebrows, and the eagle was overjoyed and ready to flap its wings. The next moment, the teenager slowly opened his eyes, and the cold wind came, carrying a shadow into his right eye.

Just as the eagle was at a loss, An Bochen's eyes suddenly opened, and a wisp of white light shot out of his eyes and pierced the eagle.

The morning light spread inch by inch between the eyes of the teenager, facing the newborn morning sun. An Bochen stood expressionlessly, but an inexplicable emotion surged in the depths of his heart, and he only felt tears in his eyes.

An Bochen's body maintained a state of fetal rest overnight. The water and fire flowed around the sky, and he was full of vitality. He was able to travel around the fairy mansion, but because the soul of the earth was not there, he could not do it.

And the soul of the earth wandered all night, inadvertently picking up the yin and yang scattered between heaven and earth.

At the time of the alternation of day and night, the earth soul returns from the big sky outside the body to the small sky in the body, as if to shuttle between the two generations, and as if entering the world of life and death. It feels mysterious and mysterious. The feeling at that moment is wonderful and unpredictable. It is difficult to understand, and you can only understand it carefully with your heart.

......

What are people, what is heaven and earth, and what are the three souls and seven souls?

But a drop in the chaotic world is full of displacement, like a duckweed.

However, since it is the other, it is the other. Although it is like a dream, it is also like this.

At the time of the alternation of day and night, the division of yin and yang begins with ignorance and ends with ignorance, but also sweeps away the light, repeating over and over, which is addictive.

An Bochen returned from God, as if he were separated from the world, but it also brought back countless or confused or complex feelings. At this time, he flowed in his heart and wandered in his mind. He wanted to say this truth, but he didn't know where to come from.

With his eyes narrowed slightly, An Bochen looked at the rising sun, and his arms trembled gently. Obviously, he had realized something, but he couldn't say it, which really made him extremely depressed. With the trembling of his arms, the silver gun leaning against the edge of the desk also shook.

Since you can't talk about it, you can only use it to say it.

The two trends of water and fire competed to flow between the arms and reflected in his eyes. An Bochen turned sideways to avoid the warm morning light. Half of it fell into the haze and half appeared in the light.

The feeling of that moment lingered in my heart and was ready to go.

"The gun is coming!"

Looking at the uneasy silver gun, An Bochen shouted, opened his right hand, and the silver gun engraved with the word "nocent" moved three inches horizontally and rolled down the palm of his hand.

Holding the gun, walking, the morning wind blowing on his face, rolling up the young man's long hair.

The next moment, the silver gun crossed a stunning arc, but it stabbed straight out. Every time it bursts into an inch, there will be two completely different changes, like yin and yang, and like water and fire. Each two changes are superimposed to deduce the next change. It is not that An Bochen deliberately does it, but to let it be. When it is finally stabbed out, there are more than ten changes, which are mysterious, just like those feelings lingering in An Bochen's heart.

A shot was stabbed out in one go, like a flying dragon rushing to the sky. An Bochen clenched the tail of the gun, but he still couldn't stop the trembling of the tip of the gun.

With the trembling of the tip of the gun, the low roar swayed away, starting from the tip of the gun, not in the false, as if venting something.

If Simajin is present and sees An Bochen's shot, he will definitely kill again.

Although the mystery of this shot is difficult to describe, the shooting method is to imitate the knife that the Duke of Huo split to the left phase that night. It also draws a straight arc and also changes. Although it is used with a silver gun, it is faintly similar to two or three points.

With his eyes closed, An Bochen stood with a gun, quietly recalling the shot.

With the experience in the temple, An Bochen knew that this shot was also inadvertently obtained by chance. If he didn't keep it in mind when he didn't feel it, I'm afraid that after a while, he would forget it completely and couldn't use that shot again.

But there are some things that can't be forced. With a shot, the gun gradually disappears, and this mysterious shot gradually becomes a mirror, drifting away from An Bochen's heart.

He sighed secretly, and a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes. An Bochen put down his gun and returned to the window.

This is not the first time such a thing has happened. An Bochen knows that as long as he can enter the fairy mansion and practice hard for a few days, he may be able to master it again. But now, I don't know how long it will take to enter the fairy mansion again, but the earth soul god has traveled all night, and can still remember the previous life outside the body. If you can return to the fairy mansion, you should also be able to remember the outside world, so that you may be able to control the stranded time by yourself.

Although some things can't be forced, if you think about it, you don't need to force it too much.

In a good mood, An Bochen smiled faintly. Although the battle with the son of the Li family was imminent, the previous unmastered shot made An Bochen's confidence increase and his worries faded a little.

His eyes fell on Zhuque Street outside the building. At this moment, An Bochen was suddenly stunned.

The falcon, which was inadvertently shot down by him, did not die and was seriously injured. At this time, it was still in a pair of white jade-like hands.

Holding a harehawk was a young monk. He brushed the ground and floated out of the dust. He lowered his head and said words. At first glance, he looked ordinary, but at the second glance, he felt that he was out ofcompatible with the people on the long street.

In the third eye, the monk raised his head and was so handsome that a soft smile appeared on the face of the woman in the State of Qin day and night.

At this moment, the bustling thousands of platforms in Liujing were gloomy.

Standing at the bottom of the Moyun Building, the young monk held the eagle in his arms and looked at the young man in blue upstairs, talking about the Buddha.

"Amitabha Buddha."