Self-cultivation of the villain prince

Xie Yu opened the Buddhist scriptures and browsed it roughly. The content on it was "The Sutra of Infinite Life", and there were densely small annotations below each line, but he hadn't learned much about the Buddhist scriptures, and he was dizzy.

I don't know how Hua Yidie understood it, dare to feel that she is still a literate tauren.

Hua Yidie suddenly turned to the end of the book: "Here..."

Using her wrists, she lifted Zhenqi and shook the envelope carefully, and then took out a piece of paper with a slightly dark golden color from the inside. The densely packed scriptures and pictures were all in small print.

Hua Yidie carefully pulled out the paper and found that the paper looked like a silk roll. What is amazing is that after contacting Zhenqi, the paper gradually unfolded, showing a complete pattern and scripture. Among them is a golden statue of god, sitting in the void, with countless sun, moon and stars revolving around it.

Xie Yu opened his mouth in surprise, and Tang Muxue and Su Qingqian who rushed over to check the situation also stared at the dark golden paper intently.

I saw the first line above read: Jin Xianggong.

Chapter One Hundred and Seventy Nine

And on the other side.

The stall owner respectfully drew a silver ticket from his arms and handed it to the staff at the door. After getting permission, he pushed his truck out of the square.

He had practiced martial arts a few years earlier, so he had a lot of energy, pushing the truck on the road without effort, and quickly walked out of the city gate and walked in the direction of his village.

But after all, he was there at his age, and he was panting and sweating profusely after walking the cart for a long time.

He looked around and found a few rocks for resting in the dense forest not far away, so he pushed the truck to the side of the rocks, and then sat down.

"I actually made so much money today, plus my previous savings, I won't have to go to the tomb again in the future." The boss thought cheerfully.

The Buddhist scriptures and antique jades on the booth were all obtained from an ancient tomb in Wushan outside the city.Not only that, there are still some martial arts secrets engraved in the ancient tomb, but unfortunately they are only fragments and the content is too mysterious, so he has to put it aside for the time being.

To be honest, if conditions permit, who wants to go to the tomb?

Although he knew that the ghost theory was false, he would be frightened to death every time he explored the gloomy graveyard.

In addition, few people in this industry often end up well, even if they are unlucky, their life span seems to be much shorter than that of ordinary people.

"When I go home this time, I will take my mother-in-law and move to the city to live." The stall owner counted the bank notes, full of yearning for a better life in the future.

Thinking of his own wife, he found something wrong.

What's my mother-in-law's name?

What does she look like?

No, when will I have a wife?

Realizing this, the stall owner's thoughts suddenly fell into a weird stillness, and the whole person stood still in place like a stone statue.

After a long time.

Suddenly, there was an explosive sound from his body.

Click!Click!

In the sound of popping beans, his figure suddenly rose a few points, his chin became thinner, his eyebrows became more slender, the bridge of his nose was taller, and the few black hair left on his head turned gray at this moment Silver hair.

The stall owner flexed his muscles. He touched his face and muttered to himself: "I am Wu Anyu, not Guan Feng."

Guan Feng is the name of the stall owner.

There was still a lot of muddy and confusion remaining in Wu Anyu's eyes, and he was fully awake after standing in place for a long time.

"The backlash is getting more and more serious...the time for waking up is less and less, this time even autonomous actions are affected." He sighed long.

Wu Anyu did not leave immediately. With his strength, even if his current state is extremely poor, no one can do anything about him.

He closed his eyes and began to examine the memory of this time.

But just a few seconds later, Wu Anyu frowned: "It was actually affected by the way of heaven..."

The way of heaven he refers to is not the personified "divine emperor" in the myth and strange novels. To be precise, it should be a collection of all the "objective laws" that maintain the operation of this world, and it is a kind of pan-conscious existence.

For the whole world, a person like him who violates the law of life and death is a malignant tumor and should not survive in this world. Therefore, he has suffered some backlashes. For example, his ontological consciousness often falls asleep, and he has absorbed those living things. The human innate aura will recover and continue to be active outside.

Even Wu Anyu is not his true identity, but because of frequent use, it has almost become the sub-personality of the ontology.

And this time, the Heavenly Dao in the dark has actually made an impact, pushing him to accomplish certain things.

However, after a short period of thought, he has vaguely guessed the reason.

Wu Anyu sighed: "My fool, you can't walk my way. Even if you take the second place, God will not let you go."

However, this time, Heavenly Dao directly exerted an influence on him, but Wu Anyu had never experienced it.

"Worry King, and the girl next to him are a little weird, might as well go and check it out." His eyes flashed.

He stepped forward, as if shrinking into an inch, and suddenly moved hundreds of meters away.

However, when he was about to take the next step, his pupils suddenly contracted, and his whole body movement stagnated.

The blast of bones resounded again, and his figure suddenly swelled a little, becoming tall and burly, while his head full of silver hair fell to the ground in an instant, and then burned strangely to ashes.

Wu Anyu's eyes became blank again, he touched his smooth and flat head, as if he was remembering something.

After nearly ten minutes, his cloudy eyes gradually became sober.

"Poor monk's name Xiaochen..." Wu Anyu folded his hands together, Baoxiang solemn.

At this moment, he is a burly figure, a broad and flat forehead, a slender face, his eyes gleaming with wisdom, and a kind face that is a master of Taoism and compassion.

Afterwards, while proclaiming the Buddha's name, he wandered aimlessly on the small road outside the city, seeming to forget the thought that had just risen.

Practicing quiet room.

Suddenly, Xie Yu didn't even bother to practice magical skills outside, and immediately returned to the palace with a few girls.

The mother-in-law also happened to wake up at this meeting.

Her spirit state is weird, and she needs to sleep for a period of time every day to keep her soul body from being damaged, and during this time, someone needs to provide pure and pure energy.

It's also because Hua Yidie is a congenital Taoist body, and this loss is nothing but a drop in the bucket for her.

Speaking of it, Xie Yu’s Yang Jing has recently been helping, and Hua Yidie’s cultivation has progressed more and more rapidly, and it will take a month or two to reach the peak of the acquired heaven.

If you and Xie Yu really double repair, this speed will be accelerated.

But now she didn't have the mind to think about cultivation, and even took the initiative to give up control of her body, hoping to give her mother an idea.

Among the few people in the palace, Liu Ningshuang and Su Qingqian had the most extensive knowledge.