The five-power god of the world of gods and ghosts!

Chapter 19 Good results!

Late at night, the clouds cover the moon!
Under Old Man Liu's warm hospitality, Deng Yang returned to the room early after dinner.

"Hey! This body's time is running out. I hope my analysis will not be wrong."

Sitting cross-legged on the bedside, thinking of his own situation, Deng Yang's eyes suddenly flashed with urgency.

In the blink of an eye, half a month had passed since he left Jiusha Mountain. According to his previous judgment, the remaining vitality of this body could support its survival for at most half a year.

In addition, the battle to suppress Ge Changshou and others before leaving Jiusha Mountain also lost a lot of vitality.

Now all calculated, the vitality in his body can sustain his survival for four months at most.

If he still cannot collect enough lamp oil to extend his life in the next four months, then the only thing waiting for him is death.

The vitality is disappearing more and more, and the most direct feeling brought to Deng Yang is that all functions of the body are rapidly deteriorating, the senses are gradually becoming blurred, the body is getting tired more and more easily, and the use of divine channels is becoming more and more incompetent. got up.

Deng Yang knew very well that this was a sign that the seven souls were scattered and the three souls were unstable.

This is why Deng Yang told Old Man Liu that he was from Jiufeng Mountain in Qianzhou, and even went so far as to restore his real name.

After all, the people of Wutong have been entrenched in this land of Cangzhou for 40 years under the name of Jiuyin Patriarch, and it is not too far from Jiusha Mountain.

If you are an ordinary person, you will naturally have never heard of the name of the Jiuyin Patriarch, but as long as you are in the spiritual world of Cangzhou, you have heard of the name of the Jiuyin Patriarch of Jiusha Mountain.

On the contrary, the real name of the Wutong people is unknown in the Cangzhou area.

Over the years, although the people of Five Passages have spent most of their time in Jiusha Mountain, with their always arrogant and domineering character, how could they not have any enemies.

No matter how young he was, Deng Yang would not be so cautious.

It's a pity that today is different from the past. As the vitality gradually disappears, the magical power declines greatly. For Deng Yangnai today, every battle is a reminder of life.

What's more, with his current physical condition, if his enemies really track him down, and he wants to fight to death, it may be a huge luxury.

Thinking of the mess these Five Paths people had left for him, Deng Yang felt irritated and at the same time, he couldn't help but feel the slightest fear of death deep in his heart.

I finally suppressed the distracting thoughts in my mind and followed my mind into tranquility.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, a huge ancient bronze lamp was hidden in the darkness. On the lamp that turned into a platform, a slightly dim light of colored glaze became the only light source in the entire sea of ​​consciousness.

Within the envelope of the glazed light, a five-headed statue of a dark, fuzzy figure was looming.

If you look carefully, it is not difficult to find that as time goes by, the shape of the five-headed statue begins to become more and more blurred, giving people a feeling of extreme weakness.

As his mind fell into tranquility, the conditions around him gradually reflected in Deng Yang's mind. There was a dead silence between the organs. In the heart and kidneys, there were two looming strange auras, which made him feel like he was about to move.

Even Deng Yang had no doubt that without the deterrence of this ancient bronze lamp, his heart and kidneys would have turned back on him without hesitation.

Just when Deng Yang was filled with disappointment, a milky white light as big as a sesame seed suddenly dimly lit up between the lamp posts of the ancient bronze lamp.

The spiritual light is looming, almost negligible. If it were not in a dark sea of ​​consciousness, it would be difficult to detect it.

As Deng Yang concentrated his mind and sensed it carefully, he was sure that this spot of light indeed existed, and there was a faint hint of light and grateful kindness in it.

"Is this the lamp oil needed for ancient bronze lamps?"

After carefully concentrating for a long time, Deng Yang sensed a very familiar aura in this faint spiritual light.

"That's it!" After a while, as Deng Yang's mind slowly sank into the lamppost, he realized that his perception was not wrong.

This aura indeed came from Old Man Liu.

At this point, he finally figured out what the lamp oil needed for the ancient bronze lamp was.

This kind of pure, beautiful thought without any emotion is indeed very similar to the incense required by Shinto, but it is more pure and unique.

Rather than saying it is a thought, Deng Yang prefers to call it a good fruit.

After figuring out the source of this kind of "good fruit", Deng Yang couldn't help but feel a wry smile in his heart. This "good fruit" all depends on one's heart. It doesn't mean that if you plant good karma, you will definitely get the "good fruit".

After all, the human mind is the most complex, and whether one can reap the 'good fruits' depends entirely on luck. Only extremely sincere and pure faith can produce the 'good fruits' required by the ancient bronze lamp.

The most important thing is that this 'good fruit' is too small to be turned into even a drop of lamp oil.

"Damn it! Is there really no other way?"

Thinking of the difficulty of collecting good fruits, Deng Yang slowly opened his eyes, a pair of green eyes burning like will-o'-the-wisps in the dark night.

As his thoughts kept changing, Deng Yang couldn't help but feel a hint of evil in his heart, and even wanted to direct and act out a massacre and rescue trick.

But soon, this thought was suppressed by his remaining reason.

It's not that Deng Yang has kind thoughts in his heart and doesn't want to hurt innocent people, but that there are too many flaws in this operation and there are too many uncertain factors.

Not to mention that his body is too weak now and his magical power has declined greatly. Even if he can succeed by chance, his lifespan will inevitably be exhausted. Who knows how many 'good fruits' he will be able to collect by then.

If his health was fine and his longevity was safe, Deng Yang wouldn't mind directing and acting in a big play.

Just when Deng Yang was thinking hard to no avail, as time passed, a bright light appeared outside the window.

"Forget it, at this point, we can only take one step at a time."

"At least my idea is generally correct. This step of going down the mountain and joining the world is considered to be the right move."

Youyou sighed, looking at the gradually brightening sky outside the window, Deng Yang slowly suppressed the thoughts in his heart.

"Householder, what are you doing?"

Having just opened the door, looking at Old Man Liu squatting in the corner with his head down and taking a nap, Deng Yang suddenly had a trace of 'surprise' on his face.

Although his senses were gradually blurred due to the loss of vitality, Deng Yang actually found Old Man Liu guarding the door last night with two zombie guardians.

As for Old Man Liu's purpose of coming, Deng Yang knew it very clearly.

After all, Old Man Liu said last night that Old Man Liu's son was not the only one who followed the landlord in the village up the mountain.

Although he does need to collect 'good fruits', he doesn't mind going with the flow.

But Deng Yang, who has been a man for two generations, understands one thing better: pursuing business is not business.

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