The Great Talisman

　　 Holding the silky smoothness in his hand, Yang Sanyang put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed, the familiar osmanthus scent filled his mind instantly, which made people feel relieved for a while.

　　 "The familiar osmanthus scent, where did you seem to smell it?" Yang Sanyang opened his eyes and spread out the object. It really looked like a good pants.

　　 "It feels good, what is this?" Yang Sanyang was stunned.

　　 "Slap~"

　　 In the next moment, a white and delicate palm of the hosta on Yang Sanyang's head stretched out, and suddenly he slapped Yang Sanyang into the air. He fell to the ground and fell to the ground. The Yiyi was taken away by the palm of his hand. An angry voice, full of humiliation, sounded from the host: "You barbarian, what are you fishing around? The moongrass that my palace told you to drop, who told you to remove the laurel tree?"

　　 It’s fine to catch the laurel tree, but if you catch the luna underwear hanging on the laurel tree, it is your fault.

Listening to the words of the Moon God, Yang Sanyang was silent for a while, did not dare to ask or say much, he staggered up from the ground, sat idly for a while, and his head was dizzy before he raised his hand to apologize: "Goddess Don’t blame it, it’s not good to play, and I accidentally caught the goddess’s obscene clothes, and hope that the goddess will not blame..."

　　 "Shut up, you still say it!" The Moon God said in a humiliated manner.

　　 Yang Sanyang shut up immediately, and then secretly sighed: "Things are in trouble!"

　　 is really troublesome!

Originally thinking about the treasures everywhere in the Moon Palace, he had previously manipulated the fish hook to float by in the Moon God’s bedroom. Originally, he saw the laurel tree’s precious light and the light of auspicious light shaking the earth. What should be good is that he subconsciously flicked the fish hook. past.

　　 Then I felt that the hook sank and had already caught something, so I couldn't wait to pull the hook out.

　　Who would have thought that the Moon God would actually expose her underwear on Lunar Star?

　　 What can he do?

　　 He is also desperate!

　　The atmosphere in the field was embarrassing. Yang Sanyang didn't dare to ask or speak. He just looked down at the fishing rod and sensed the aura at the other end of the rod.

　　 Not long after, Yang Sanyang's eyes lit up. According to the Moon God, he saw the Mochigrass planted in the Moon Palace.

　　 It's endless, it's a hundred acres in size, and it's covered with crystal clear moongrass.

　　 thought in his heart, and with a flick of the fish hook in his hand, a Mochigrass had been caught by the fish hook and was dragged back by it.

　　 The void is distorted, Mochizuki grass is cold, and Yang Sanyang's eyes are solemn:

　　 "Goddess, is this Mochizuki grass?"

"Your fishhook is really amazing. There is no treasure in the Great Wilderness that you can't steal. The Lunar Star is so far away from the Great Wilderness that you can throw the fishhook over. It is simply the embryo of a thief!" The Moon God sneered. Although he did not respond to Yang Sanyang's words, he had already acquiesced that this was Mochizuki.

　　 "I don't know how to use Mochizuki grass?" Yang Sanyang looked at the moon god.

　　 "Either take it internally or ignite it" said the fairy fairy.

　　 Oral?

　　Think about it and forget it, Dao Yuan will never agree to retreat for thousands of years!

　　 Looking for an incense burner, Yang Sanyang concocted the Mochizuki according to the instructions of the Moon God, then carried the incense burner and walked out of the courtyard.

　　 Feel it, and find Dao Yuan's retreat and practice room. Yang Sanyang converged his energy and slowly came to the door of Dao Yuan. The real fire spewed out a little spark from his mouth and nose, and the Mochizuki grass was ignited in an instant.

try{mad1(\'gad2\');}catch(ex){}　　 A faint scent rolled up, Yang Sanyang took a breath at the scent, only to see the scent turned into a breeze, enveloping the scent, quietly Looking into the gap between the doors and windows of the house, he got into the house of Daoyuan.

The Dao Yuan in the room had no time to react, and he had gradually fallen asleep in the fragrance. When a mochigrass burned, Yang Sanyang put away the incense burner, opened the door and scanned the Dao Yuan in the house, with a touch of emotion in his eyes: "Sister, don't blame me, I'm all for your good! Mochizuki grass is a spiritual grass, which can help you make up for your foundation, wash your three souls and seven souls, and refine your spirits while you are asleep.

A little smile appeared in Yang Sanyang's eyes, looking at Dao Yuan who was more like a monkey than himself, his eyes were filled with emotion, and the fairy in white fluttering in his mind flashed through his mind, so holy and beautiful when he was worried. , Where will it look like this?

　　 Yang Sanyang glanced at Dao Yuan, carefully exited the door, restored all traces in the house, and then returned to his bedroom.

　　 "I have to retreat for a period of time for my brother, cultivate a magical power, and nurture the Dharma, the palace will have to take care of the juniors!" Yang Sanyang swept through the small carrot heads in the field, his eyes showed a touch of contemplation.

　　 "Brother, Wa also retreats with you to perfect her own Dafa" Wa stood beside Yang Sanyang.

　　 Fuxi and Styx are two idlers. Look at me and I see you. Fuxi patted his chest and promised: "Brother, leave the dojo to me. When you leave the customs, the arrangements will be made for you."

Yang Sanyang smiled and nodded, and then looked to the side of Wa: "The spiritual roots have been planted. You have to cultivate and polish yourself to find the best time to melt. For your brother, if you want to understand a supreme Dafa, during the retreat, you must not Anyone is alarmed."

　　娲 nodded, staring at Yang Sanyang with a pair of eyes, dark and bright, like two big grapes.

　　 Yang Sanyang closed his eyes, and his energy was condensed in an instant, and his spirit was silent. Had it not been for sitting opposite Yang Sanyang, Wa would never believe that there was a person sitting here.

　　 "Senior brother's supernatural powers are getting deeper and more unfathomable!" Wa looked at Yang Sanyang blankly with a pair of eyes, with little stars in his eyes.

　　 He wanted to retreat a long time ago, and the sage has cultivated the method, so he will naturally perform on the road.

　　 The mind was immersed in the law, and the next moment a stream of information flowed through his mind, and the vast and endless runes turned over the river, as if to drown it.

　　 "Dream of Dreams!" Yang Sanyang used a trick to stop the flow of information, with a touch of contemplation in his eyes.

　　 This is the Avenue of Saints!

　　 Great dreams have come, what year is this eve!

　　 Interpret a world in sleep and construct a real world. The world derives between thoughts, and reaches the point where the world of thoughts is born.

　　 Until the world constructed in the dream is formed, one's own soul can be reincarnated and tempered in the world, and constantly display magic methods to polish the soul, understand the way of heaven, and improve the realm of cultivation.

　　 The saint can construct three thousand worlds with thoughts, reincarnation three thousand times in the flick of his fingers, three thousand times of rebirth insights and gains, this is just like opening up, three thousand times the speed of cultivation.

　　 Sage Dafa!

　　 "It's really unfathomable, but unfortunately it doesn't suit me. This is a unique avenue for a saint. If I go to practice, I am afraid I will be harmed into a lunatic!" Yang Sanyang shook his head.

　　Imagine three thousand reincarnations. Is this something most people can bear?

　　 Even if it's just in a dream, that's enough to drink a pot!

try{mad1(\'gad2\');}catch(ex){}　　 And in the dream, I am me, I am an old man, man, wife, husband, child, parents, stones, water, wind, rain, thunder and lightning, and all living beings .

　　 I and I are enemies, I and I are husband and wife, I and I are father and son, I and I are mother and son, and I and I are brothers and sisters... I am my food.

　　……

　　 Thinking about Yang Sanyang, I feel crazy. Sage Dafa is not so easy to practice. If something goes wrong, it will turn into mental illness.

　　 If you want to practice the Dafa of a saint, you need to have an extremely deep Dharma as the foundation. At least you have reached the Buddha's Attainment status before you can barely keep your true self in place and understand this method.

　　What Yang Sanyang wants to do is not to cultivate the saint's great law, he just wants to use Amitabha's saint's great law to cultivate, study and understand the magical powers of the saint.

　　He doesn't need to cultivate. Since the sage has already cultivated Dafa, he can easily display it. Why should he cultivate again?

　　 He just wants to understand the magical powers of the saints and delve into the mystery of the saints.

　　The soul is placed on the image of the saint. Yang Sanyang closed his eyes and seemed to hear the vast and endless sounds of chanting from all directions. There are infinite living beings chanting the Buddhist scriptures to bless the Buddha.

　　 Every minute and every second, after a Buddhist monk died, his soul was taken into the dreamland of the saint by the three thousand worlds, becoming a believer of the saint, becoming a part of the saint, and providing the saint with the power of faith.

When have enough believers’ souls and beliefs accumulated, the saint’s dreams will be reversed, from illusion to reality, forming a real world, and the dead disciples will be resurrected in a new world~www .readwn.com~This is the best era!

　　 This is an era when the only way is alone.

　　 More than trillions of sentient beings in the great wilderness?

　　All sentient beings believe in Buddhism and chant Buddhist scriptures. This is the golden age of Amitabha on the holy way!

　　 This era will last a long time! long time!

　　 At least, before the second true saint was born, no one could shake Amitabha's position of faith.

　　 All beings in the Great Wilderness become their believers, using a world as their faith, and being raised in captivity to serve themselves.

　　 Amitabha Dafa is extremely mysterious. If a believer dies, he will be directly introduced into the three thousand worlds, becoming the perpetual motion machine of faith and continuously blessing Amitabha.

　　 "This is a earth-shattering conspiracy. Countless sentient beings help Amitabha to become holy, Amitabha preached to all sentient beings, and resolve cause and effect!" Yang Sanyang was secretly horrified.

"Actually, if the tribulation of gods and demons is rolled up, hundreds of millions of sentient beings will die and billions of cultivators will become a part of the world of Amitabha. As long as you roll up a few more tribulations, why worry that Amitabha can't be truly sanctified?" Yang Sanyang has a kind of creepy a feeling of.

　　 The Tao of Amitabha is too terrifying. As long as there are enough followers, I can live forever. How crazy is this?

　　 Moreover, with the blessings of hundreds of millions of sentient beings chanting sutras, ordinary monks will go crazy sooner or later, but Amitabha can easily bear it. It can be seen that Amitabha's heart fright has really reached the point where the sky is not scared.

　　 "Constructing dreams and turning the world from illusion into reality is the fundamental. The power of faith only leaves the power of a few saints, and the rest will be used to construct the world! Open up the kingdom of Buddha!" ​​Yang Sanyang decided in his heart.