Ye Tai and Wangcai sank to the depths of the seabed, and suddenly disappeared into the ocean as the killer whales watched in confusion.
A flower before my eyes.
Mrs. Ye appeared in a meditation room.
The Zen room is very simple, about eight or nine square meters in size, with only a stone couch, a mat spread on the couch, and the word "Zen" written in cursive written on the top of the mat.
At this moment, Mrs. Ye was sitting cross-legged on a futon under the couch, clasping her hands together.
It's not that he was pretending, but that he was already in this posture when he woke up.
Mrs. Ye looked around at her attire. Sure enough, her shoes were torn, her hat was torn, and her cassock was torn.
Not only was it torn, but there was no lining on the body, and the right half of the body and arms were exposed.
He raised his hand and took off his hat. Like his clothes, it was made of azure-colored coarse cloth, with two brown, dirty patches on it.
Put on the hat and pull it around the waist behind you.
A broken fan appeared in Ye Tai's hand.
Subconsciously, Mrs. Ye injected immortality into it.
Buzz~
The broken fan was vibrating, and a breath similar to the golden light of Buddha slowly burst out from above.
Ye Tai gently swept towards the wall in front of him, and several dents appeared on the earthen wall.
This is still a spiritual weapon.
It’s just that I don’t quite know how to use it yet.
Wow!
Sudden.
Ye Tai's eyes turned white, and a stream of news seemed to burst out from the depths of his soul, pouring into his mind.
I am Jidian.
I have awakened some memory fragments of my past life and know that I am the reincarnation of Arhat who subdued the Dragon.
But the worldly fate is not over yet, and it is not yet time to return to the bliss of the West and attain the Buddhahood.
And in my own life, my mother, Wang, dreamed of a real dragon entering her belly when she was pregnant with her.
One implies that he is the reincarnation of Arhat who subdued the dragon.
The two of them are actually protected by a real dragon, but the world doesn't know it, and even I didn't know it before I awakened my memory.
That real dragon was the ancient dragon king who stole Buddhist scriptures and was surrendered by himself.
This life also accompanies his reincarnation, and until he awakens his memory, he always protects him secretly.
Well, this should be the identity given by Dao to Wangcai.
A clear thought.
Mrs. Ye knew that Wangcai was currently entrenched in the deep pool at the back of Lingyin Temple, blowing bubbles out of boredom.
I became a monk after the death of my parents, which is consistent with some unofficial histories. It is not like in many movies and TV dramas, where my parents became ill and died of longing for them.
There is no fiancée either.
All earthly cares have been almost wiped out.
This fan of mine is a spiritual weapon that was refined after awakening memories and then blessed by the abbot of Lingyin Temple, his master in this life, Zen Master Huiyuan.
Using fairy energy control, you can do some tricks, such as turning stones into silver, but it won't last long, and the spell will be automatically released after an hour or two.
It's of little use for combat.
But it makes sense. After all, he was a fighting-oriented Arhat in his previous life. It is normal for him not to be proficient in weapon refining. In addition, after awakening the memory of his previous life, he did not fully awaken the corresponding combat power of his previous life.
The information in his mind, apart from that, is only some relationships between people in Ji Ping's life, key events that happened to him in the past, and other trivial matters.
The extraneous things, such as the pattern of this world, the cultivation system of mortals and immortals, etc., are only a vague outline and are not completely imprinted in my mind.
It seems you still have to explore it yourself.
However, Mrs. Ye didn't care, because he actually didn't have much hope. Including the time he spent in the mission world, he had fully calculated, and when he was less than thirty years old, a ten-thousand-year-old man suddenly poured into his mind.
Monster's memory.
Then can I still be myself?
Mrs. Ye didn't care much about any of this. His thoughts were focused on the most core piece of information.
That is, Da Dao strengthened the blood connection between himself and Wangcai, just like it was the ancient dragon king who had been with him for tens of thousands of years, and then reincarnated with him, tainted with his genes.
Between the two, apart from the inherent understanding of their thoughts, an energy bridge has also been established secretly!
In other words, in addition to being able to convey thoughts to each other with Wangcai, you can also convey energy to each other?
Earlier, when Sword Cut the Pacific, Mrs. Ye had tried it. As long as he touched Wangcai, he could rely on the similar attributes of the two and temporarily borrow the power of Wangcai for his own use.
But the small stove that Dao opened for himself this time seems to not only be able to absorb the dragon yuan of wealth from a distance, but also the two can almost permanently share the energy levels in both parties' bodies?
With a thought in his mind, Mrs. Ye asked Wangcai: "What are you doing?"
Wangcai: "Spit bubbles."
Mrs. Ye: "Pour all the dragon essence in your body into me and try."
Wangcai: "Oh."
The next moment.
Ye Tai's eyes suddenly popped out!
The bones creaked and the body swelled slightly!
The majestic dragon essence outside the body turned into golden and translucent dragons, wandering around!
"Stop, stop, stop!"
Mrs. Ye quickly called a stop in her heart.
Energy transfer is suddenly interrupted.
But Mrs. Ye's body was still bulging as if it had been given a swelling agent.
After a while, Mrs. Ye breathed out a stream of breath that was almost like a dragon's breath, but was actually pure dragon essence, and she regained her breath.
"How much dragon essence do you have in your body?"
Mrs. Ye rubbed her suffocated chest and asked.
Wangcai: "Many, many, many."
Ye Tai then thought about it and asked: "By the way, I haven't asked you yet, how many years have you been practicing?"
The method of refining Long Yuan has been engraved in Wangcai's bloodline since he became conscious.
Although he will not convert it into offensive spells, it still has a layer of enhancement to the basic attributes of wealth.
So this girl has nothing to do. She is nesting in the Temple of War. Apart from sleeping, she is refining dragon essence. There is no time in the mountain.
Wangcai: "I don't know, there are many, many."
Mrs. Ye asked again: "How much is a lot? Ten thousand years?"
Wangcai: "I don't know, it's been hundreds of years."
Mrs. Ye: "Is there a hundred hundred years?"
Wangcai: "I don't know, but anyway, there are a lot of them."
Mrs. Ye: "Then how long does it take to refine the Long Yuan you just passed on to me?"
Prosperous wealth: "Eight hundred years."
Mrs. Ye: "Then how many hundred-year-old dragon essence do you have in your body?"
Wangcai: "I don't know, I'll give it to you, twenty one."
One twentieth!
Then the years of cultivating wealth are at least 16,000 years!
But he doesn't know any magic!
Bai Suzhen has only practiced Taoism for a thousand years.
This is an immortal who has been practicing for thousands of years!
Moreover, traveling through the Immortal Sect for a long time was almost the avenue behind him, helping him to steal the vitality of the Double Dragon Heaven Realm of the Tang Dynasty. The Dragon Yuan in Wangcai's body also experienced a transformation, and was no weaker than the enhanced version of the Immortal Yuan in his own body!
This is also the reason why Wangcai doesn't know any magic skills and Mrs. Ye thinks she can't beat him.
Back then, in the Double Dragon World of the Tang Dynasty, when I used the power of space, wasn't it just to make a small fortune, but it couldn't really suppress him?
Prosperity itself is a treasure house of energy!
But he can use the energy bridge opened by the avenue to evenly share the more than ten thousand years of dragon essence in his body!
Mrs. Ye's thoughts sank into that piece of information.
Knowing the reason why he couldn't accept it just now, he realized that the core of Long Yuan was completely poured out from him.
This is because although the energy bridge is constructed, it must be within the tolerance of your own foundation.
It is impossible to ignore your current foundation and directly reach the sky in one step.
Just like if you transfer all the immortal energy in your body to ordinary people, that person will only end up exploding and dying.
Instead of directly inheriting his own foundation and instantly becoming another warrior immortal.
Moreover, this energy bridge can only "equally share" the core energy of both parties at best, and cannot pour all the foundation of one party into the other party!
The most important thing is that the transfer of core capabilities cannot be reversed!
For example, the nearly eight hundred years of Dragon Yuan that has just been digested in one's own body cannot be returned to Wangcai until his basic energy is greater than Wangcai!
Just like two kettles connected together, if the valve connecting the two is opened, the amount of water on the other side will be transferred to the other side uncontrollably!
And the maximum limit is just a balance between the two, one cannot be more than the other!
There is space energy in Ye Tai's body, but it is far less powerful than the prosperous Dragon Yuan. In the Marvel world, the energy he absorbs from the space gem is only a drop in the ocean of the gem.
The biggest gain is actually that he stole some of the core rules of the space gem, which is also the basis for him to be able to open space doors now, and to be able to easily perform spells such as "The Universe in His Sleeve" and "Buddha's Kingdom in the Palm of His Hand" in the future.
Therefore, until the energies of oneself and Wangcai are balanced, it is impossible to transfer the space energy in one's body to Wangcai.
For the time being, we can only be forced to accept it!
Very reasonable.
It also applies to my current situation.
After all, if you simply let yourself practice without a golden finger, you will have to practice for thousands of years before you can escape this world.
I'm only in my twenties, so I shouldn't waste my youth in this corner.
Thinking of this, Mrs. Ye said to Wangcai in her heart: "Thank you so much, Wangcai."
Wangcai: "You're welcome, little golden man, I'm so bored, come play with me~"
(PS, I forgive Qinghu Dao for playing off Mrs. Ye. The author doesn’t really like the setting of cultivating for hundreds of millions of years before barely gaining a foothold in the final world. If you live to that age, your humanity will be gone.)