Holding the silkiness in his hand, Yang Sanyang put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it gently, and the familiar aroma of osmanthus instantly filled his mind, which made people feel soothed.

"It's so familiar with the aroma of osmanthus, where do you seem to have smelled it?" Yang Sanyang opened his eyes and spread out the object, which did look like dirty pants.

"It feels good, what is this?" Yang Sanyang was stunned.

"Smack~"

The next moment, a white and delicate palm stretched out from the hosta above Yang Sanyang's head, and suddenly slapped Yang Sanyang away, fell to the ground, and the dirty clothes were taken away by the palm. An angry voice, full of shame and anger, sounded from the hosta: "You barbarian, what are you fishing for everywhere? Who told you to get rid of the laurel tree that the palace told you to drop?"

It's okay to fish for laurel trees, but if you catch the luna underwear hanging on the laurel tree, that's your fault.

Listening to the words of the moon god, Yang Sanyang was silent for a while, didn't dare to ask more, didn't dare to say more, staggered up from the ground, sat for a while and dizzy in his head, and then raised his hand to make amends: "Don't blame the goddess, it's all bad, I accidentally caught the goddess's blasphemous clothes, and I hope the goddess won't blame ......"

"Shut up, you still say!" said the moon god in shame, a little angry.

Yang Sanyang immediately kept silent, and then secretly sighed: "Things are in big trouble!"

It's really a big trouble!

Originally, he was thinking that there were treasures everywhere in the Moon Palace, and before he controlled the fish hook to float in the Moon God's Bedroom, he originally saw that the laurel treasure light Ruirui, the auspicious light was earth-shattering, what should be the benefit, and subconsciously the fish hook flicked over.

Then I felt that the hook had sunk and that I had caught something, so I couldn't wait to pull the hook out.

Who would have thought that the moon god would actually dry his underwear on the Taiyin star?

What could he do?

He's desperate too!

The atmosphere in the field was awkward, Yang Sanyang didn't dare to ask, nor did he dare to speak, but just looked down at the fishing rod, sensing all kinds of qi at the other end of the fishing rod.

After a while, Yang Sanyang's eyes lit up, and according to what the moon god said, he saw the moon-looking grass planted in the Moon Palace.

As far as the eye can see, it is a hundred acres in size, and it is covered with crystal clear, crystal-like Mochizuki grass.

With a thought in his heart, he flicked the hook in his hand, and a Mochizuki grass had been caught by the hook and dragged back by it.

The void was distorted, the Moon Grass was cold for a while, and Yang Sanyang's eyes showed a solemnity:

"Goddess, is this Mochizuki Grass?"

"Your fish hook is really powerful, there is no treasure in the Great Wilderness that you can't steal, Taiyin Star is so far away from the Great Wilderness, you can throw the fish hook over, it's just a natural thief's embryo!" The Moon God sneered, although he didn't respond to Yang Sanyang's words, but he had already tacitly agreed that this was Moon Grass.

"I don't know how to use Moon Grass?" Yang Sanyang looked at the Moon God.

"You can take it internally or ignite it," the Taiyin fairy said.

Oral?

Think about it, forget it, Dao Yuan will never agree to retreat and practice penance for 10,000 years!

Looking for an incense burner, Yang Sanyang concocted the moon grass according to the instructions of the moon god, and then walked out of the courtyard with the incense burner.

After feeling it and finding the room where the Dao Yuan retreat and cultivated, Yang Sanyang gathered the qi around his body, and slowly came to the door of the Dao Yuan, a little spark erupted from the real fire between his mouth and nose, and the Moon Grass was ignited in an instant.

A faint aroma rolled up, Yang Sanyang blew on the fragrance, only to see the breath turn into a breeze, wrapped in the fragrance of Taoism, quietly along the cracks in the doors and windows of the house, into the house of the edge of the Dao.

The Dao Yuan in the house didn't have time to react at all, and he had gradually fallen asleep in the fragrance, and when a Moon Watching Grass was burned, Yang Sanyang put away the incense burner, pushed open the door and scanned the Dao Yuan in the house, with a touch of emotion in his eyes: "Senior sister, don't blame me, I'm all for your good! Moon Moon Grass is a spiritual grass, which can help you make up for the foundation, wash the three souls and seven spirits, and refine the essence and spirit when you are asleep." ”

Yang Sanyang showed a slight smile in his eyes, looking at the Dao Yuan who was more like a monkey than himself, his eyes couldn't help but be full of emotion, and the fairy in white clothes flashed in his mind, when he was worried, it was so holy and beautiful, where would it be like now?

Yang Sanyang glanced at Dao Yuan, cautiously exited the door, restored all traces in the house, and then returned to his bedroom.

"For my brother, I have to retreat for a period of time, cultivate a supernatural power, and give birth to the Fa Phase, and the palace will be taken care of by all the junior brothers!" Yang Sanyang swept over a few small radish heads in the scene, and his eyes showed a touch of contemplation.

"Senior brother, Wa is also in retreat with you to perfect your Dafa" Wa stood beside Yang Sanyang.

Fu Xi and Styx are two idlers, you look at me and I look at you, Fu Xi patted his chest and promised: "Senior brother, just leave the dojo to me, and when you get out, I will definitely arrange it for you." ”

Yang Sanyang nodded with a smile, and then looked at Wa on the side: "The spiritual root has been planted, you can cultivate and polish it yourself, looking for the best time to smelt." If you want to comprehend a supreme Dafa, you must not be disturbed by anyone during the retreat. ”

Wa nodded, staring at Yang Sanyang with a pair of eyes, black and bright, as if they were two big grapes.

Yang Sanyang closed his eyes, and in an instant, the qi was completely converging, and his spirit was silent. If it weren't for sitting opposite Yang Sanyang, Wa would never have believed that there was a person sitting here.

"Senior Brother's supernatural powers are getting deeper and deeper and unfathomable!" Wa looked at Yang Sanyang with a pair of blank eyes, revealing little stars in her eyes.

He has long wanted to retreat, and when the sage Dharma is cultivated, there is naturally a supreme avenue interpretation.

His mind was immersed in the Law Phase, and the next moment a stream of information flowed through his mind, and the vast and infinite runes overturned the river and the sea, as if they were about to drown it.

"Sleep Dafa!" Yang Sanyang cast a trick to freeze the flow of information, and there was a touch of contemplation in his eyes.

This is the Avenue of Saints!

The big dream has been a thousand years, what year is tonight!

Interpret a world in your sleep, construct a real world, and derive the world between thoughts, reaching the point of thinking about the world.

When the world constructed in the dream is formed, one's own primordial spirit can continue to be reincarnated and tempered in the world, and constantly use the magic method to polish the primordial spirit, comprehend the way of heaven, and improve the realm of cultivation.

A saint can construct three thousand worlds with his thoughts, reincarnate three thousand times in a snap of his fingers, and gain three thousand reincarnation perceptions, which is simply like a hanging, three thousand times the cultivation speed.

Sage Dafa!

"It's really unfathomable, but unfortunately it's not suitable for me, this is the unique avenue of a saint, if I go to cultivate, I'm afraid I will be scourged and become a madman!" Yang Sanyang shook his head.

Imagine 3,000 reincarnations, which the average person can bear?

Even if it's just in a dream, that's enough to drink a pot!

And in the dream, I am me, I am the old man, the man, the wife, the husband, the child, the parents, the stones, the water, the wind, the rain, the thunder and lightning, the plants and trees.

I and I are enemies, I am husband and wife, I am father and son, I am mother and son, I and I are brothers and sisters...... I am my food.

......

Thinking about it, Yang Sanyang felt crazy, the sage Dafa is not so easy to cultivate, and if you don't pay attention to something going wrong, you will turn into a mental illness.

If you want to cultivate the Great Dharma of a Sage, you need to have an extremely deep foundation of the Dharma, at least to reach the Buddha's fruition, and then you can barely keep your true self unmoved and comprehend this method.

What Yang Sanyang wants to do is not to cultivate the sage Dafa, he just wants to use Amitabha's sage Dafa to cultivate, and study and comprehend the sage supernatural powers.

He doesn't need to cultivate, since the Saint Fa has already refined into Dafa, he can easily display it, so why do he need to cultivate again?

He just wanted to understand the saint's supernatural powers and delve into the mysteries of the saint.

Yang Sanyang closed his eyes and seemed to hear the endless chanting sound from all directions, and there were infinite beings chanting Buddhist scriptures to bless the Buddha.

Every minute, after the death of a Buddhist monk, the soul is taken into the dream of the saint by the three thousand worlds, and becomes a believer of the saint, becomes a member of the saint, and provides the saint with the power of faith.

When enough souls and faith have been accumulated, then the dreams of the saints will be reversed, and the illusion will be turned into reality, forming a real world, and the dead disciples will be resurrected in the new world.

It's the best of times!

This is an era of self-exaltation and solitude of the Holy Way.

How many trillions of sentient beings in the Great Wilderness?

All sentient beings believe in the Dharma of Buddhism and hold Buddhist scriptures, which is the golden age of the holy path of practicing Amitabha!

This era is going to go on for a long time!

At least, before the birth of the second true saint, no one could shake Amitabha's status of faith.

All beings in the Great Wilderness have become their believers, using one world as their faith, and raising them in captivity to serve themselves.

Amitabha Dafa is so mysterious that if a believer dies, he will be directly introduced into the three thousand worlds, becoming a perpetual motion machine of faith, and providing a steady stream of blessings for Amitabha Buddha.

"This is an earth-shattering conspiracy, countless sentient beings help Amitabha become holy, and Amitabha preaches sentient beings to resolve cause and effect!" Yang Sanyang was secretly frightened in his heart.

"Actually, if the gods and demons tribulation is rolled up, when hundreds of millions of sentient beings die, and hundreds of millions of monks become a part of the Amitabha world, as long as there are a few more tribulations, why worry that Amitabha can't really become holy?" Yang Sanyang had a creepy feeling.

Amitabha's way is too terrible, as long as there are enough followers, I can live forever, how mad is this?

Moreover, hundreds of millions of sentient beings chant and bless, ordinary monks will go crazy sooner or later, but Amitabha easily endured it, which shows that Amitabha's heart is frightened, and it is really to the point where the sky is not shocked.

"Constructing dreams and turning the world from illusion to reality is fundamental, and the power of faith only leaves a few blows of the power of the saints, and the rest is all to construct the world!