my luck is on

Listening to Zhiguang's opinion, Lu Yang's mind was cleared of fog, and his eyes were no longer as confused as before.

"I think I need some time to think about it. Thanks to Master Zhiguang for the reminder."

Zhiguang smiled and said: "It's not a point, Taoism and Buddha are different after all, the monk is just expressing his personal opinion."

Lu Yang didn't hear Zhiguang's words. At this moment, the jade slip in his arms exuded a warm luster.

The Jingfeng Qingxin Jue kept appearing in Lu Yang's mind.

There is no righteousness and no evil, no truth and illusion, no beginning and no end, no ego and no selfishness.

All living beings are but a part of the Tao.

That being the case, what is the difference between a real villain and a hypocrite?
Lu Yang's mind has stepped into a brand new realm, into the realm of Tao.

Different from the improvement of Taoism and practice, the improvement of mental method is a change of mentality.

It is only a moment when a thought turns into a change of mood, but at this moment, all the doubts that existed in Lu Yang's heart disappeared.

Seeing that Lu Yang was no longer confused, Zhiguang turned around to take care of the common people behind him.

Lu Yang took a deep breath, and slowly opened his eyes. It was clearly the same scene, but he had a new and different perception.

Even the wind blowing around has different meanings.

Lu Yang lightly squeezed a formula in his palm, and soft wind gushed out from his palm.

Looking at the ruined streets and the scarred people, Lu Yang had a thought, and a strong wind cut the ground.

On the loessy ground, arrange and cut a magic circle.

Seeing this, Zhiguang was very puzzled. Shanguang Temple has a rich collection of formations, ranging from the Vajra Arhat formation to the most basic Spirit Gathering formation.

But with such a huge formation, he really couldn't identify what kind of formation it was.

The wind in Lu Yang's hand formed the formation in his mind.

Before today, it must be impossible for Lu Yang to complete such a lineup by himself.

But at this moment, Lu Yang's confidence was high, and he was convinced that he could complete this formation.

When the last gust of wind spread around Lu Yang's feet, the earth radiated a faint brilliance.

The warm and fresh wind blows over everyone's face.

Zhiguang looked at the breeze surrounding him in disbelief, and said in a trembling voice: "Spring returns to the earth, spring returns."

Lu Yang smiled, then fell down...

Zhang Zhinan, who was in the distance, felt the endless breeze and watched the faces of the residents on the street turn rosy. Although the injuries were slow, they were indeed healing.

The people in the whole city were shocked at first, then knelt down and wept bitterly, and kept worshiping to the sky.

Zhang Zhinan pursed his lips, narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Did such a huge formation be set up in just one hour? If you can't bring him closer to the Holy Cult, you will have to get rid of it..."

A solemn and peaceful spiritual power flowed into his body, and Lu Yang slowly opened his eyes.

Seeing Lu Yang's smile, Zhiguang was puzzled and said, "Fellow Daoist, is there something disheveled about my clothes?"

The reason why Yangshou laughed was because he saw a peaceful scene in his own eyes.

Seeing that Lu Yang didn't say a word, Zhiguang sighed and said, "Fellow Daoist, it's not that I'm a monk who talks too much, but relying on my own strength to promote such a formation, you are too Menglang."

Lu Yang was stunned for a moment, then shook his head, and said, "No, I'm not the one who pushed the formation. The reason why I'm exhausted is that I didn't expect to spend so much energy on manipulating the art to cut the ground."

"Not you?"

Zhiguang was startled and said, "Then...that's it?"

Lu Yang sniffed the faint smell of blood on his fingers, and said, "I used the power of my soul and resentment to push this formation."

"what!"

Zhiguang gathered the spiritual power of his whole body between his eyes.

Sure enough, as far as the eye can see, what moves in the formation is the soul and resentment,

Zhiguang said in shock: "Fellow Daoist, you must be a genius in formation."

The rejuvenation formation in front of him is not so much mobilizing souls to support the formation, it is better to say that it is pulling the wreckage of the three souls and seven souls to support the formation.

Knowing this well, Zhiguang couldn't help blurting out, praising Lu Yang for being a genius in formation.

Lu Yang murmured to himself: "A strange formation? I can't bear these four words. Compared with Yi Qingfeng, it's not worth mentioning at all."

Zhiguang wondered, "Yi Qingfeng?"

Lu Yang smiled and patted Zhiguang on the shoulder, got up and went downstairs.

Although the street is still dilapidated, the revived residents have begun to pick up tools and rebuild their homes.

A puppet was covered by broken bricks, and Lu Yang went to the side to pick it up.

After patting the dust on it, Lu Yang squatted down and leaned the doll against the newly built pillar.

"You went home."

Touching the dispatch order of the Lianjing faction in his arms, Lu Yang smiled. This trip was not without gain, and it can even be said to have benefited a lot.

It's just that at this moment, Lu Yang's thoughts have returned to Yinglong Peak, where the wind and snow are endless, to the Library Pavilion, where the fragrance of books is endless, and to the cliff road of Wanjian, which is echoed in the shadow of Jianguang Mountain.

"I'm homesick, and it's time to go home."

……

In the heavily lit hall, everyone waited with bated breath, not daring to act rashly.

Blood sprayed continuously in the air, and the smell of blood filled the entire hall.

With a "click", a mummy fell from the sky.

I saw that the mummy was covered with scars, and the bones could be seen deep in the knife.

But no one paid attention to the mummy on the ground, staring with greedy eyes at the blood spinning and flying in the air.

With a "bang", blood rained down.

In the rain of blood, a sharp cold light flashed into everyone's eyes.

Everyone knelt down unanimously, and shouted in unison: "Congratulations to the leader for refining the treasure!"

A figure slowly emerged, and the blood-light weapon floating in the air floated away.

Upon closer inspection, it was a whip, more precisely, a nine-jointed whip.

The body of the whip including the handle is divided into ten sections, each section has hideous and frightening faces, like beasts that captivate people's minds.

The man looked at the nine-jointed whip in his hand, and when he exerted all his strength, the whole whip gave off a dazzling red light, and the resentment of thousands of horses rushed out from the whip.

The man just smiled, and the overwhelming resentment was absorbed by the purple gold gourd on his waist.

The sound of breaking through the air was like thunder, resounding through the entire hall.

The ground was scorched black, and the mummy had already shattered into dust.

Everyone looked at the leader with jealousy, but no one dared to speak.

The leader had long black beards, and said: "Xuelan, I remember you said that you still need a fairy weapon?"

A charming woman came out, lowered her head respectfully and said, "Yes."

"This red blood whip is given to you. If other people want it, go talk to Xuelan yourself!"

After speaking, the leader disappeared in front of everyone.

Xuelan looked at the red blood whip in her hand, and smiled coquettishly at everyone: "Xuelan is here first, thank you for letting go."

Hearing these words, everyone showed a cold look on their faces, and walked out of the hall one after another.