Journey to the West: Deconstruct Bodhi at the Start, My Mythical Da Luo

Chapter 71 The audience of saints are like ants, and so do saints

Presumably this person is the hidden power that Ksitigarbha king said.

Houtu tidied his clothes and walked to the place where the man was.

It was a long time ago, and I hadn’t seen it clearly before I walked in and noticed the white cat under the man.

“White Tiger?”

Houtu looked surprised, isn’t this the ancient mythical beast White Tiger?

Why does he become a cat?

The White Tiger had been hiding in the Three Realms for many years, but it turned out to be hidden in this thatched hut.

“Do you mean this cat? It’s called Xiaobai.” Ye Qingyang looked down at Xiaobai, his expression couldn’t help but feel a little disgusted.

Fluffy, fluffy, coquettish, and clingy.

No matter how you look at such a big fat cat, it is impossible to have anything to do with the ancient mythical beasts.

“Sorry, I see this tiger, this cat looks… energetic, so he accidentally called wrong.” Houtu explained, looking at Xiaobai.

She originally wanted to say cute, but she was very impressed by the appearance of the white tiger and fierce beast, and she really said the word cute.

Ye Qingyang nodded slightly.

Is the white tiger the ancient sacred beast, the white tiger…

They are all white in color, but what else do they look like.

“It’s okay, Xiao Bai is a very well-behaved and gentle cat, you don’t need to be afraid of it.” Ye Qingyang explained.

Houtu: …..

Clever? gentle?

Do you have any misunderstandings about it?

Xiaobai recognized Ye Qingyang’s words very much, and touched Ye Qingyang’s legs affectionately.

Although Houtu’s complexion remained calm, his chin had already dropped out of his heart.

The White Tiger was born after Kaitian, and it is one of the fierce beasts that survived the fierce beast calamity.

Once conquered the prehistoric land and killed the Quartet.

Just the name Baihu is enough for many people to be discouraged.

Had it not been for the breath of a white tiger in this cat, Houtu would never believe that this coquettish cat was a white tiger at this moment.

The difference between the two is too great.

“This girl, I don’t know what you mean by coming here?” Ye Qingyang asked.

“A friend of mine visited you recently, thank you for helping him solve his doubts. But today I have something to bother seniors~~.” Houtu saluted Ye Qingyang.

Ye Qingyang sighed.

He is now one, the first two big, and he really came to him again.

I only hope that this woman won’t have so many weird problems.

“Then you come in with me!”

He finally reluctantly agreed.

Maybe people shouldn’t come in in the first place.

So there won’t be so many people visiting from behind.

He secretly swears in his heart that this is definitely the last time.

No one will open the door ever since.

After Hou Tu followed Ye Qingyang into the hut, everything in the hut surprised her very much.

Hongmeng Reiki, the best white lotus for world-cleaning, and even those planted in the backyard are peerless fairy grass and fairy fruit.

She once listened to Hongjun’s lectures in Tianwaitian, and even Hongjun’s aura and treasures were not as good as this hut.

The Ksitigarbha king had told him earlier that she didn’t know the origin of Fang Cunshan’s great power, and she didn’t believe it at first.

When I saw him today, she understood what was unpredictable, even she, a saint, could not deduce his origin.

“Cuckoo~Cuckoo~” An old hen was pecking at insects in the backyard.

Houtu looked at the old hen.

This is? Yuanfeng? The leader of the ancient Feng clan?

Or her pure blood offspring?

Why would she become a hen?

Hou Tu had to believe his own eyes.

She wanted to release her consciousness and asked what was going on with the chicken, but found that her consciousness was suppressed by something.

Cannot be released outside.

Although she has no flesh, she is also a saint, just standing next to that person, and even her spiritual consciousness is suppressed, just like a mortal.

Such a realm has surpassed Dao Ancestor.

The saint regards all beings as ants, and in front of this person, the saint is nothing but ants.

If this is the case, maybe this great power can really help oneself out of the samsara formation!

“Girl, are you dead?” Ye Qingyang stood in front of Houtu and asked softly.

“Huh?” Houtu didn’t expect Ye Qingyang to ask that way.

“You are actually just a trace of soul, and your limit is approaching. If you don’t return to your body within a few hours, I’m afraid something will happen.” Ye Qingyang actually saw the girl at first glance that she was not a human being.

This is just a trace of soul, but I don’t know why it is because of obsession, and I am still nostalgic in the world.

It’s been a long time to see, the people Ye Qingyang met were stranger than the other.

Hou Tu looked at Ye Qingyang in surprise, how did he know?

Now she really can only be called the soul, because her body has long been transformed into the reincarnation formation, which is why, for thousands of years, she has not been able to leave the reincarnation formation.

“Senior has a brilliant plan, this is the reason why I came to look for senior.” Houtu said quietly, his tone full of sadness.

Ye Qingyang nodded.

There are always ghosts and ghosts in the world who linger in the world and refuse to die.

He generally sympathizes with such situations.

It’s just that if there are no accidents, I will never help.

How could he deal with the tragedies and injustices in the world one by one.

It’s just to trouble myself.

He sometimes thinks that what he has done recently is to help people answer questions and solve their doubts, and to help people refine alchemy and cure diseases.

It’s better to set up a stall under Fangcun Mountain.

One by one, they either came to seek medical treatment by pill, or to change their lives, or to argue, and now they came to another soul, begging to save themselves.

Before he could say anything to refuse, Xiao Bai ran over again and circled Ye Qingyang like a baby.

He called “々｀ Meow” in his mouth.

Ye Qingyang understood what he meant.

I want to make my own shot.

Ye Qingyang hesitated.

Xiao Bai continued to pester him, and he might not give up if he didn’t agree.

“That’s all, since you are here, and my Xiaobai likes it so much again, I will help you once.” Ye Qingyang sighed helplessly.

“Wait.” After saying that, Ye Qingyang walked towards his study, took out the wolf hair and a piece of talisman paper and placed it on the stone table.

Ye Qingyang glanced at Houtu and seemed to be thinking about something.

Immediately afterwards, he picked up the wolf hair and wrote on the talisman paper.

As Ye Qingyang raised the pen, his whole body exuded a dazzling white light, an infinite radiance, all in him, the infinite light bloomed from where he was.

Every stroke of his book contains vast magical power, exhausting yin and yang and five elements, including all the changes in the week and the sky.

Ye Qingyang only focused on writing this talisman, and did not notice any changes in his body.

Soon, as he finished writing the spell, all the visions disappeared one by one.

Ye Qingyang put down the pen, picked up the charm and walked towards Houtu.

“Girl, take this spell back and stick it on your body. It can help you get rid of reincarnation and help you rebuild your true body.”

Houtu took the spell with both hands.

Hold it in your hand like a treasure.

Sure enough, Fang Cunshan didn’t come in vain this time.

She thanked Ye Qingyang again and again, and then left Fang Cunshan.

If she can get rid of reincarnation, she can begin to explore the mystery of tunnel decline. .