"Teacher...Master?"

The little monk's eyes widened in disbelief.

Master has obviously gone to the west, how can he come back to life again?

The old monk who came back from the dead was naturally not the young monk's master, but Han Yang, who had just arrived on the fourth floor of the Shenxu.

Feeling that his body was almost exhausted, Han Yang frowned slightly.

"It was calculated..."

Although Emperor Zhan had said that the third floor of the Divine Ruins was very strange, Han Yang did not expect that he had just entered and was being plotted before he even took the first step.

The original method should be to physically step into the fourth level.

As a result, one of them used a method to forcefully change his way of entry, becoming...soul penetration.

You must know that Han Yang's cultivation at this time has been able to reverse the three realms of Dzogchen, and his soul is even more terrifyingly powerful.

But this mysterious existence was still able to pull his soul out of his body and put it into the old monk's body. It was really incredible.

"It's not an illusion!"

"It's not like pulling with force!"

"But some kind of magical power related to the soul?"

"So, the fourth level of Shenxu is its own magical world?"

Han Yang quickly analyzed his current situation.

Supernatural power is a level higher than martial arts and involves rules.

That mysterious being put his soul into the old monk's body, naturally wanting Han Yang to die of old age.

And if Han Yang follows the old monk to the west, his soul will wither and he will really die on the fourth level.

It is impossible to prevent this with such means.

No wonder...

Even Emperor Zhan, the Lord of the Divine Ruins, fell into the scheme.

Wanting to understand this, Han Yang immersed his consciousness into the sea of ​​consciousness.

Fortunately, the three magical jade talismans given by Emperor Zhan inside were emitting a faint light, which made Han Yang feel relieved.

At least there is no problem with the retreat.

but……

If you want to plot against yourself, I'm afraid it's not that easy.

Buzz!

A ray of light shone on Han Yang's body, and the moon rose.

Supernatural power, reincarnation.

Putting the soul into the old monk's body, all martial arts are unusable, but the magical power is still there.

The magical power of reincarnation instantly repaired all the injuries in the old monk's body.

The reason why the old monk passed away was not only because his lifespan was exhausted, but also because he had old wounds on his body.

Now that the injury has recovered, his longevity has naturally increased.

"Three years?"

Han Yang discovered that after using the magical power of reincarnation, he had continued to live for this physical body for at least three years.

This time is obviously enough for him.

"Master... you?"

The young monk on the side was a little frightened and looked at Han Yang blankly.

Not only did his master come back from the dead, but after a moon wheel appeared on his body, he actually looked several years younger and looked full of energy.

Haotian is above.

What a hell.

"Namo..."

The young monk couldn't help but clasping his hands together and chanting the Buddha's name.

That mysterious existence deliberately set limits for Han Yang. He did not have the memory of the old monk and knew nothing about the world.

Han Yang focused his attention on this somewhat naive little monk.

"Who are you? Who am I?"

Han Yang asked directly.

The little monk was confused by the question.

Master actually asked himself such an obvious question?

wrong.

It must be that Master had some insights before going to the Haotian Pure Land and wanted to test himself?

After frowning and thinking for a while, the young monk carefully responded: "You are not you, I am not myself, all four elements are empty?"

Snap!

He felt a violent shudder directly on his smooth forehead.

"Ouch!"

The little monk covered his head and looked at Han Yang with a look of grievance. He was playing Zen. Wasn't this the master's favorite way to play in the past?

Why do you want to hit yourself today?

Han Yang hated those bald men who pretended to be gods and ghosts the most in his life. When he saw the young monk looking stupid, he asked angrily: "Your Buddhist name, my Buddhist name!"

The young monk suddenly realized: "The disciple's dharma title Jie Kong was given by you, Master. As for Master's dharma title... Bajie, it should have been given by Master..."

"Bajie?"

Han Yang felt as if he had heard of this Dharma name somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

Without thinking much, he asked directly: "What kind of martial arts do you and I, master and disciple, practice?"

The young monk was indeed a bit stupid. He didn't realize that there was something wrong with his master asking such a question. He said like a treasure: "The Great Self-Sutra! Master, you have cultivated to the third level and have the Martial King Realm. The disciples only have the first level and have

In addition to your Qi Gathering Realm cultivation, Master, you have also practiced the Golden Bell Magic Art..."

After listening to the young monk's introduction, Han Yang felt the changes in the breath in his body.

There are indeed two kinds of exercises that circulate in the body.

However, the magical power of the Golden Bell Cover is quite weak. Not to mention invulnerable, I am afraid that I have not even mastered it with copper skin and iron bones.

Han Yang flicked his fingers, feeling the cultivation of the King of Martial Arts.

The so-called Mahavatar Sutra is a Buddhist technique with mild attributes and almost no fighting power.

It's no wonder that the old monk can only guard such a ruined temple even though he has the cultivation of King Wu.

However, Han Yang didn't care about the skills.

What he relies on now is the five great magical powers formed by the Nine Turns of Stars.

The first magical power is the soul-suppressing seal.

The second magical power is deification.

The third magical power is the voice of heaven.

The fourth magical power, phantom step.

The fifth magical power, Yuan Magnetic.

With these five magical powers, even if you encounter masters who are several levels higher than King Wu, you can handle them with ease.

Slowly getting up from the wooden bed, Han Yang asked the young monk on the side: "Do you know that there are Baixiaosheng in the martial arts world?"

"Bai Xiaosheng?"

The little monk became enlightened again.

Han Yang had to explain the meaning of Bai Xiaosheng to this naive little monk.

"Know everything in the world?"

The young monk was stunned for a moment, and then said with some reverence: "Then there must be only the Imperial Preceptor. The Imperial Preceptor has boundless power and knows everything..."

Han Yang held the young monk's shoulders: "Let's go, take me to see the national master..."

Buzz!

The light flickered, the magic step was activated, and the two figures disappeared.
To be continued...