Chapter 136 I Am Me, I Get the Relic

Li Changxiao walked, one step at a time, and all the past events passed through his heart. ơɱ

The Bridge of Questioning the Heart, the Bridge of Questioning the Heart.

It asks about the original heart.

How many cultivators practice for a lifetime, but may not even recognize themselves?

This white jade bridge, which is as light as a fairy, is placed at the bottom of the Eighteen Hells, which is not without reason.

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No one can pass through easily.

Li Changxiao is no exception.

He feels that he doesn't care about anything.

But is it really so?

He has mediocre qualifications, and has studied the art of magic for decades, but was surpassed by the talented Tianjiao in just a few months. Did he really not complain about the unfairness of God?

His progress in practice was slow, and it took him decades to break through a small realm, while someone stepped into three realms in one day. Did he really not feel uncomfortable and lost in his heart?

He had no background and embarked on the road to immortality alone. The difficulties and dangers were beyond the reach of outsiders. If he hadn't had the last support of the Great Dream Immortal Body, he would have died...

He didn't die on the road to immortality, but died directly on the road of failing to build a foundation, failing to form a pill, and dying of old age.

On the road of life, there are always more failures than successes. However, every time he fails, is he really not sad and self-doubting?

"Step..."

"Step..."

Step by step.

Li Changxiao's steps were slow.

One question after another, one scene after another appeared in front of him.

There were countless stars in the sky competing for glory.

When Li Changxiao raised his head, was his mood really as calm as it seemed?

Looking at the great world where the proud people were fighting, while he could only struggle among the mediocre people, was he really not a bit lonely and unwilling?

There were three million stars in the sky, but he, Li Changxiao, was the only one who drank.

Drinking was never chic.

It was to relieve sorrow.

Did he really not care about Panlong Zong Si Nian's silent farewell? He was very concerned and sad at the time. The slightest ray of light also took the initiative to leave him.

Before the spiritual energy was exhausted, he practiced for seven hundred years. He walked very slowly, watching the monks younger than him, surpassing him little by little, and finally he could not see their backs...

When he first came to this world, he really didn't think that he would be able to hold the power of the world when he was awake and sleep on the lap of a beauty when he was drunk. Would this huge Lingtian Dynasty sooner or later be the blind arrogance in the hands of a time traveler like himself?

Then.

After the spiritual energy was exhausted, watching the monks struggle for their lifespan and worry about reforms, besides sympathy, didn't he have a trace of self-satisfaction and superiority from the world?

Walking in the world, he was not stingy in giving small kindnesses. Didn't he think that this was a high-handed charity in his subconscious mind?

Even...

Did he really not guess that Zhao Qing was Mu Qin?

...

Li Changxiao walked.

One voice after another came to his mind.

Unconsciously, he had walked most of the way.

Only one step away from the other side.

Li Changxiao narrowed his eyes slightly and answered in his heart:

What if it is, what if it is not?

Questioning Heart Bridge, Questioning Heart Bridge, let me ask you, am I me?

"Yes"

The sound of Questioning Heart Bridge echoed on this floor. It even entered his Mirror of Cause.

The scene in front of him was shattered, and the questions in his heart were instantly silent.

That was when.

Li Changxiao took a step forward, stepped down the Questioning Heart Bridge, and came to the eighteenth floor.

His eyes did not fluctuate much.

He knew all the ugly, dirty, and beautiful things in his heart, and he always knew them.

He is him.

The path he took, the things he thought about, and the actions he did were all from his own intention. He knew very well what kind of person he was.

Whether he was free and easy or cowardly, he was always like this before and after, and he would only be like this.

Today I know that I am me?

No.

Li Changxiao, who spent the whole day with wine and dreams.

But he is a rare sober person.

That is why, when the Questioning Heart Bridge analyzed his heart like this and asked tricky questions one after another, his steps remained unchanged.

Even in the end, he asked the Questioning Heart Bridge, am I me?

If the Questioning Heart Bridge said no.

Then it is not him who is wrong, but it.

Questioning Heart Bridge, Questioning Heart Bridge, was also asked once by the person who climbed the bridge today.

Li Changxiao didn't know.

Since ancient times, few people have been able to force the Questioning Heart Bridge to give a rhyme answer.

This state of mind is not something that can be fully explained by a person with a clear mind.

Li Changxiao walked to the eighteenth floor.

There was a dark passage, and after passing through the passage, he came to an indoor space.

There was a flesh body, sitting cross-legged in the center.

Li Changxiao's eyes condensed, and this person was the legendary Wanji Buddha.

If he could hear about the Incense Buddha, the Thousand-Handed Buddha Beads, and the Mysterious Sound Buddha, he could still hear about them.

Then he had never heard of this Wanji Buddha.

He came closer.

His eyes fell on the face of Wanji Buddha.

He was very handsome, with eyebrows as tall as mountain peaks and lips as sharp as swords, giving people a feeling of being indifferent and unfeeling.

Wanji Buddha put his hands together.

The body was well preserved.

Li Changxiao frowned and bowed to the body, saying that he was offended and hoped that the senior would not blame him, so he… lifted the clothes on the abdomen of the body.

“Sure enough.”

In an instant, Li Changxiao’s pupils shrank suddenly.

I saw that there was also a circle of tumors at the belly button of this Wanji Buddha, spreading from both sides to the lower back.

This Wanji Buddha was the source of the mysterious sound in the Wanji Secret Realm.

His body was polluted, which caused the mysterious sound to change.

In this way.

Everything makes sense.

I just don't know if the relics of Wanji Buddha have also been contaminated.

Li Changxiao followed the secret method taught by the old monk.

He stepped on the Buddhist Golden Gang Step, put his fingers together, and tapped on the forehead of Wanji Buddha's body.

Then, he chanted Buddhist words.

Then from the dream space, he released the old monk's natal Xuanyin, controlled the Xuanyin to flow along the body, and finally gathered at the fingertips.

The method of controlling this natal Xuanyin was taught to him by the old monk.

When the old monk was about to enter the reincarnation, he passed his natal Xuanyin to Li Changxiao, and taught him the method of control, telling him that if the spiritual energy was enough, this Xuanyin could directly kill the strong man in the Lianxu realm.

But... it was hard for Li Changxiao, he was only a Yuanying, and all his cultivation was used up. It was the limit to be able to kill a peak of Huashen.

This thing, before the spiritual energy is exhausted, is an absolute killer move, but after it is exhausted, it is a self-destructing bomb, so it is useless. He also specifically asked Li Changxiao to seal it in his body if he doesn't need it, which can at least play a role in prolonging his life.

If you want to study its use, go find the remaining books of Xuanyin Buddha.

Let's get back to the point.

Under the pull of various forces.

Wanji Buddha's eyes suddenly opened.

He looked at Li Changxiao, his eyes slowly closed, and then opened his mouth.

A golden relic fell from his mouth. Li Changxiao caught it before it landed and held it in his palm to observe.

This relic is golden in color, with bursts of halo on the surface.

Very mysterious.

There is also a majestic and orthodox aura.

This is the essence of Wanji Buddha's life, and this relic has the effect of evolving Xuanyin.

Li Changxiao put the relic into the dream space.

He opened another jar of strange and mysterious sounds and began to purify…

The golden light in the depths of his eyes became more and more intense, his black robe fluttered, and his black and white mask, unable to withstand the overflowing power, began to show fine cracks.