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Chapter 195 Dragon and Elephant Prajna Gong

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This is the true body of the Shinto Zhengguo Yellow Turban Warrior.

With the help of divine power, Wang Datong can transform into the real body of a yellow scarf warrior, greatly increasing his strength.

Feeling the changes in himself, Wang Datong couldn't believe it.

Have you been conferred a god?
Yellow Turban Lux?

A priesthood that he had never heard of before, feeling the surging power all over his body, he felt that if he punched out at this time, he could blow up a hill.

However, a piece of information flowed through his mind, and he also understood this yellow scarf warrior!

The Yellow Turban Warrior is the Dharma protector under the God of Fortune. He is infinitely powerful and free from all diseases. In addition to the real body of the Yellow Turban Warrior, there is also a martial arts scripture that comes to mind.

Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong!
This is a supreme Dharma-protecting magic skill. After practiced, the divine power will be multiplied, and it has the ability to move mountains and seas.

Dragon-elephant Prajna Kung Fu is divided into thirteen levels. The first level of Kung Fu is very simple and is called "Xiang".The second layer is called "Dragon", which is twice as deep as the first layer, and it takes three or four years.The third layer is called "Dragon Elephant", and it is twice as deep as the second layer, which takes seven or eight years.Such exponential increase, the further back, the harder it is to progress.

After reaching the fifth level, it often takes more than 30 years of hard work to practice one level deeper.

And the No.11, No.12, and No.13 floors are so powerful that they have already surpassed people's imagination.
This kung fu is developed step by step, and there is absolutely no reason why it cannot be practiced. If someone enjoys a thousand-year-old age, he will eventually reach the No.13 level and possess the power of 【Thirteen Dragons】【Thirteen Elephants】.
The Yellow Turban Lishi is originally a Dharma protector under the seat of the God of Fortune, and the practice of these Dharma-protector magic skills complements each other.

After receiving such benefits, Wang Datong was very excited, looking at the floating wooden statue, he kowtowed for a while.

"Thank you, God of Ford, thank you, God of Ford!"

"From then on, my king Datong is no longer an ordinary person, but a magic protector under the seat of the God of Fortune. If someone slanders the God, I will definitely fight for the God, regardless of life or death."

An ordinary commoner, like a carp jumping over a dragon's gate, suddenly has a priesthood and becomes a god.

After having a priesthood, as long as the incense burns unceasingly, one can prolong one's life, and it is also possible to live for hundreds, thousands, or tens of thousands of years.

Wei Tao, Feng Shiba, and the ancestral prince who were planning to leave were also shocked when they saw this change. They didn't expect that there was something different about this Wang Datong, which was worthy of being named a yellow scarf warrior by the God of Fortune.

Although the Yellow Turban Warrior can be said to be the most low-level existence among the priesthood, he is still a god.

For an ordinary commoner to become a god in a blink of an eye, this is reaching the sky in one step!

Since they are also under the seat of the Great God of Fortune, Wei Tao, Feng Shiba, and the ancestral god prince can no longer continue to be aloof, and they are half-clouded and half-fog, and landed in front of the yellow scarf warrior Wang Datong.

"Wei Tao and Feng Shiba, the left and right ghost envoys under the Buddha's seat, have seen the yellow scarf warrior!" Wei Tao and Feng Shiba looked at Wang Datong, their eyes were a little red.

So enviable!

The two of them have followed Fude Zhengshen for the longest time, and they still don't have any god positions. On the contrary, Wang Gong and Wang Datong, the two latecomers, have ascended to the sky one by one, and both have priesthoods.

The prince was originally a wild god, and also the clan god of the village of Yanwangzhuang. He had accumulated hundreds of years of incense, a profound foundation, and meritorious deeds. Now he was cast under Yang Chen's seat and was conferred the priesthood of a walking messenger.

Although Wei Tao and Feng Shiba are envious, they are not jealous.

However, this Wang Datong is just an ordinary person, too ordinary, how could he become a god?

Red eyes!

It's so enviable!

envy!

So enviable!

However, although she is jealous and envious, but she also contributes to the great god of fortune, so naturally she will not be angry and dirty, but there is still a trace of resentment.

Now Wang Datong is a god, and the left and right ghosts are just servants. The gods are the most majestic. When the two ghosts saw the yellow scarf warrior, they had to bow their heads and bow down. Wang Datong knew that the two ghosts were the left and right ghosts of the Great God of Fortune. People have a close relationship with the Great God.

I also just became a little god, so I didn't dare to accept the gift from these two people, so I hurriedly supported the left and right ghosts with my own hands.

After supporting the left and right ghost envoys, the Yellow Turban Warrior Wang Datong plopped and knelt in front of the ancestral god prince. He is just a Yellow Turban Warrior, the lowest level of priesthood, but any god under Yang Chen's seat can serve him.

At this time, seeing the ancestor gods, princes and gods, they naturally bowed down to worship.

"We are both under the throne of the great god, so why should we be so polite!" The ancestor god Wang Gong supported Wang Datong.

After looking carefully, he still didn't find anything special about Wang Datong, and he couldn't figure out why the God of Fortune would waste his power and call Wang Datong a Yellow Turban Warrior.

You know, Yang Chen doesn't have much divine power right now, and the canonization of the two great gods in one night almost exhausted his divine power.

After conferring Wang Datong's Divine Dao Zhengguo, the wooden statue floating in mid-air restrained its divine light, and slowly fell down, falling into Wang Datong's hands.

After taking over the wooden statue, Wang Datong took away the real body of the yellow-turban wrestler. When he saw his wife behind him, his eyes moistened. He is strong and strong, but his wife is still the same.

"Respect God, can you also canonize my wife as a god, I am willing to live and die with my wife, and serve under the throne of the great god at the same time." Wang Datong knelt down on the ground and prayed to the void.

"If my wife can't be a god, I will live alone, alone for the rest of my life, but I might as well die."

Wang Lishi looked at her husband who was asking for the god's throne for her, with tears in her eyes.

"Master..."

"Master, you can become a god because the ancestors of my royal family did good deeds in exchange for the god position!"

"I am a peasant woman, without an inch of merit, how can I become a god?"

"Even if I have a god position, I will not be blessed to accept it!"

Wang Dayong was stunned, "What should I do?"

At this time, the ancestor god prince said, "Yellow Turban Lishi, it is easy to want your wife to become a god. As long as you and your wife, from now on, do good deeds and accumulate virtue wholeheartedly. , bestowing divine power, you can still seal the gods.”

Wang Datong's eyes lit up, "This is also okay?"

The ancestor god prince nodded.

"can!"

"Now that the god has left, we have to leave too. You take good care of the Temple of the God of Fortune here, and don't neglect it."

The ancestor god prince, the left and right ghost envoys Wei Tao, and Feng Shiba each turned into a beam of light. The left and right ghost envoys returned to the Fuzheng Temple and continued to practice "Taiyin Refining Shape Jue" and "Ghost Dao Tianshu".

The ancestral god prince flew towards the small courtyard of the Yang family.

After the ancestral god, the prince, and the left and right ghost messengers left, Wang Datong supported his wife and carried his daughter Wang Xiaoya, and returned to his home. After tidying up, he went to the Fude Temple to celebrate.

He doesn't know!
With his becoming a god!

The whole Yanwangzhuang was fried.

"God comes to the royal family?"

"Adding the right fruit of the divine way?"

"Wang Laoshi has become a god!"

"Yellow Turban Warrior, this is a god!"

"Eternal age and death, supernatural powers!"

"Boundless power, free from all diseases!"

"I never thought that such an honest person could become a god!"

"His ancestors are smoking!"

"Why can he become a god!"

"When something happens in the village, he's the only one who goes to worship God Fude!"

"You know, all along, there has been no worship of the Great God of Fortune, he is the first!"

"It is always beneficial to be the first, and gods are human too!"

"God Fude beheaded the evil spirits who committed crimes, and is the protector of the village!"

"Now Wang Datong has also become a god!"

"From now on, we must worship the Great God at all seasons!"

"Sincere worship is essential, but doing good deeds is necessary."

"If you have merit, you will be granted godhood!"

"Whether there is any merit, let's go to worship God first, there is always no harm."

The villagers of Yanwangzhuang ran out of their homes one by one, cheering continuously.

The evil ghost disappeared, and Yanwang Village has returned to its former peace. Not to mention, there has been a real god sitting in the village since then.

Ordinary evil spirits dare not easily go to the village to do evil.

This group of people prepared some food and incense from their own homes, and rushed towards the Fuzheng Temple in a hurry. They went early, and maybe the god had not left yet. As soon as you reward something, it will be sent.

"Yang Chen, why are you so ruthless? My father is already dead. You still don't let him go, and you still let his soul fly away?" Covered with a black veil, she stood quietly, with a trace of resentment flashing in her eyes.

(End of this chapter)