Chapter 244 My Heart is Free
"Found it! Found it!" a joyful voice rang afterwards, two bald heads broke through the space at the same time and appeared in front of Li Lang.
"Quick! Seal off the space and don't let him escape again!"
"We have been delayed in this Western Region for too long because of this monk who broke his vows."
Dingbo and Dingjue were busy with their monks, and their supernatural powers overlapped with their Buddhist treasures, forming a complex and changeable network from all directions.
The invisible Buddha shadow covered the outside of the big net, looking down on Li Lang, as if it was going to send him to the eighteenth level of hell at any time.
Li Lang looked at the two busy monks, but his heart was at peace.
The confusion and helplessness many years ago, when I had great strength, all turned into a breeze by my ears.
People can only have absolute confidence after they have absolute strength.
"You guys retreat!"
"I have no intention of making things difficult for you." Li Lang now missed Mingbi, Tianshanyue, Sima Qingyi and Yu Ruyi madly.
Wait! There is no Yu Ruyi!
Um! No!
"Monks don't lie!"
"Monk Xuelang, you have broken the precepts again!" Dingjue said.
Ding Bo was more real. His magical powers had been superimposed into a Buddha's hand, pressing heavily towards Li Lang.
If it were an ordinary cultivator, even if he was in the Six Harmonies Realm, he would lose at least half his life if he was crushed by this move, or even be crushed into powder.
It is obvious what Dingbo is thinking.
If we can't catch Li Lang, then just kill him.
Li Lang sighed. Why couldn't he just find Tian Shan Yue quietly, and then take Tian Shan Yue back to Yujing City together, to continue his good life of wearing green clothes every month when he was busy, and listening to music in brothels when he was not?
After decades on the Holy Mountain, Li Lang was fed up with carrying things that were not his responsibility.
Now he just wants to be free.
He will kill anyone who stops him!
Simple, clear, and thorough. No need to think too much or worry too much.
Everything starts with worrying too much!
Certainly!
With a wave of his finger, time, space, and airflow all froze.
When the real magical powers reveal their power, those magical fruits plucked from the sky will become like illusory bubbles and appear insignificant.
Deification is myth. When people walk out of the painting and into the myth, the power in the myth begins to be revealed one by one.
Dingbo and Dingjue were like fish trapped in ice. The magical light condensed in their palms was still flowing brilliantly, but they could no longer express any emotions or dissatisfaction.
The howling north wind brought harsh yellow sand, burying the two people's figures.
The carefully laid ban has now become a tomb they built for themselves.
The heart full of achievements, aspirations, and surging ambitions... were all buried in the yellow sand at this moment.
There are no heroes in this world of mundane affairs.
The sand in the Western Regions could bury countless heroes, let alone two monks?
Vaguely, one could only see a white-robed monk walking away, taking off his robes step by step, and then growing a head of black hair.
Xuelang is dead, only Li Lang is left.
Yesterday is gone, today is born.
One step into the realm of deification, all freedom is no longer in the body, but in the heart.
Just like the Great Sage escaping from trouble, the Fighting Buddha is not me, the Great Sage is not me, and the Demonic Ape is not me either.
It takes Wukong to break the stubborn stone!
The old body, along with the wind and sand, was also buried here, in this environment.
"The demon confuses right and wrong, and is kind to enemies but mean to friends. The incantation was chanted thousands of times, and the demon escaped from the bones three times. A thousand knives would have cut the flesh of Tang Monk, but pulling out the hair of the Great Sage would not have hurt him. Education is timely and admirable, and the pig is still wiser than the fool Cao."
"The wind is coming!"
The roc rises with the wind in one day and soars up to 90,000 miles!
Ride the wind and be free and easy.
Li Lang finally realized the freedom of practice.
Before he was deified, he was not free, because all his practices were for the purpose of conforming to supernatural powers.
And now, whatever he thinks of is probably supernatural power.
The so-called seventy-two changes are actually ever-changing.
All numbers eight and nine are in a state of change, and are subject to supernatural powers.
This is the purpose of cultivation, and this is the demeanor that cultivation should have. With one step, you can cross thousands of miles, and step over the ruins of Baiyu Pass without any need to linger.
Following the scent of Tianshan Moon, Li Lang walked quietly into her room under the moonlight.
Tian Shanyue was obviously having a nightmare.
With her level of cultivation, she should have had little sleep and no dreams, but at this moment, sweat seeped through her thin pajamas, sticking tightly to her plump body.
She woke up from a nightmare and naturally saw Li Lang under the moon.
She walked over and stroked Li Lang's cheek with her palm.
"Warm!"
"Just like the real thing!" she said.
Li Lang smiled evilly: "It can be even more real!"
After saying that, he scooped up a full moon, then picked it up and walked towards the bed.
Some people may think that expressing emotions in bed is superficial.
But Li Lang doesn’t care, he is deified, he doesn’t care whether he is superficial or profound.
He only needs to be shallow and deep at times.
The moonlight tonight is as beautiful as the moon over Tianshan Mountains.
It was so beautiful that she couldn't react. Was it a dream or reality?
It was not until the rain hitting the banana leaves and the scorching air currents woke her up that she came to her senses...it turned out to be true.
"You really came back safely!" Tian Shanyue hugged Li Lang warmly.
Li Lang smiled: "Of course! Sorry for making you worry!"
"This time when I come back, I plan to stay with you and never leave!"
Tian Shanyue arched her back in Li Lang's arms: "Really? You are just kidding me again!"
Li Lang: "I swear to the moon, if I say this..."
The oath was interrupted by Tian Shan Yue before he could utter it.
Li Lang struggled hurriedly, looking somewhat embarrassed.
Tian Shanyue rolled her eyes: "That's your own taste."
Li Lang: "Then let's exchange. Wait for me to get the water back."
Tian Shanyue immediately shook her head in disgust and stopped teasing Li Lang.
"You said you would always be with me, but is that true?" Tian Shanyue asked in a low voice.
Woman! Her name is 'duplicity'.
"Of course! My heart is clear and I won't speak empty words anymore." Li Lang replied.
"Is it just me?" Tianshan Yue became more and more demanding.
Woman! Her name is still greed.
"Of course... not!"
"You know, I have too many hearts that need comforting. They need me, and I need them too."
"I am a wisp of wind in the world, filling hundreds of thousands of dreams." Li Lang said.
Tian Shanyue bit Li Lang's chest hard, but found that his skin was much harder than steel. She couldn't bite into it at all, and it hurt her teeth instead.
"Can't you just give in or say something I like to hear?" Tian Shanyue asked.
Li Lang climbed onto his horse and half an hour later, he listened to a lot of things he liked.
All the words spoken during the night were not sober words.
Basking in the sunlight coming through the window, Tianshan Yue had a cold face and turned his back on people, not even his father, brother, or master...
"What are your plans next?" Tian Shanyue asked Li Lang in a very contrasting manner, like a cold goddess.
Li Lang was shirtless, tidying up his long hair: "Return to Yujing, Cannon Queen!"
"I'm asking you seriously!"
"I'm talking about serious matters!"
"The long-cherished wish of so many generations of monks in Qingyang Temple must have a result."
"And I will pick that fruit."
Li Lang conveyed this thought and feeling to the empress who was far away in the capital without hiding it.
The empress put down the memorial in her hand and flew into a rage: "How outrageous!"
(End of this chapter)
"Found it! Found it!" a joyful voice rang afterwards, two bald heads broke through the space at the same time and appeared in front of Li Lang.
"Quick! Seal off the space and don't let him escape again!"
"We have been delayed in this Western Region for too long because of this monk who broke his vows."
Dingbo and Dingjue were busy with their monks, and their supernatural powers overlapped with their Buddhist treasures, forming a complex and changeable network from all directions.
The invisible Buddha shadow covered the outside of the big net, looking down on Li Lang, as if it was going to send him to the eighteenth level of hell at any time.
Li Lang looked at the two busy monks, but his heart was at peace.
The confusion and helplessness many years ago, when I had great strength, all turned into a breeze by my ears.
People can only have absolute confidence after they have absolute strength.
"You guys retreat!"
"I have no intention of making things difficult for you." Li Lang now missed Mingbi, Tianshanyue, Sima Qingyi and Yu Ruyi madly.
Wait! There is no Yu Ruyi!
Um! No!
"Monks don't lie!"
"Monk Xuelang, you have broken the precepts again!" Dingjue said.
Ding Bo was more real. His magical powers had been superimposed into a Buddha's hand, pressing heavily towards Li Lang.
If it were an ordinary cultivator, even if he was in the Six Harmonies Realm, he would lose at least half his life if he was crushed by this move, or even be crushed into powder.
It is obvious what Dingbo is thinking.
If we can't catch Li Lang, then just kill him.
Li Lang sighed. Why couldn't he just find Tian Shan Yue quietly, and then take Tian Shan Yue back to Yujing City together, to continue his good life of wearing green clothes every month when he was busy, and listening to music in brothels when he was not?
After decades on the Holy Mountain, Li Lang was fed up with carrying things that were not his responsibility.
Now he just wants to be free.
He will kill anyone who stops him!
Simple, clear, and thorough. No need to think too much or worry too much.
Everything starts with worrying too much!
Certainly!
With a wave of his finger, time, space, and airflow all froze.
When the real magical powers reveal their power, those magical fruits plucked from the sky will become like illusory bubbles and appear insignificant.
Deification is myth. When people walk out of the painting and into the myth, the power in the myth begins to be revealed one by one.
Dingbo and Dingjue were like fish trapped in ice. The magical light condensed in their palms was still flowing brilliantly, but they could no longer express any emotions or dissatisfaction.
The howling north wind brought harsh yellow sand, burying the two people's figures.
The carefully laid ban has now become a tomb they built for themselves.
The heart full of achievements, aspirations, and surging ambitions... were all buried in the yellow sand at this moment.
There are no heroes in this world of mundane affairs.
The sand in the Western Regions could bury countless heroes, let alone two monks?
Vaguely, one could only see a white-robed monk walking away, taking off his robes step by step, and then growing a head of black hair.
Xuelang is dead, only Li Lang is left.
Yesterday is gone, today is born.
One step into the realm of deification, all freedom is no longer in the body, but in the heart.
Just like the Great Sage escaping from trouble, the Fighting Buddha is not me, the Great Sage is not me, and the Demonic Ape is not me either.
It takes Wukong to break the stubborn stone!
The old body, along with the wind and sand, was also buried here, in this environment.
"The demon confuses right and wrong, and is kind to enemies but mean to friends. The incantation was chanted thousands of times, and the demon escaped from the bones three times. A thousand knives would have cut the flesh of Tang Monk, but pulling out the hair of the Great Sage would not have hurt him. Education is timely and admirable, and the pig is still wiser than the fool Cao."
"The wind is coming!"
The roc rises with the wind in one day and soars up to 90,000 miles!
Ride the wind and be free and easy.
Li Lang finally realized the freedom of practice.
Before he was deified, he was not free, because all his practices were for the purpose of conforming to supernatural powers.
And now, whatever he thinks of is probably supernatural power.
The so-called seventy-two changes are actually ever-changing.
All numbers eight and nine are in a state of change, and are subject to supernatural powers.
This is the purpose of cultivation, and this is the demeanor that cultivation should have. With one step, you can cross thousands of miles, and step over the ruins of Baiyu Pass without any need to linger.
Following the scent of Tianshan Moon, Li Lang walked quietly into her room under the moonlight.
Tian Shanyue was obviously having a nightmare.
With her level of cultivation, she should have had little sleep and no dreams, but at this moment, sweat seeped through her thin pajamas, sticking tightly to her plump body.
She woke up from a nightmare and naturally saw Li Lang under the moon.
She walked over and stroked Li Lang's cheek with her palm.
"Warm!"
"Just like the real thing!" she said.
Li Lang smiled evilly: "It can be even more real!"
After saying that, he scooped up a full moon, then picked it up and walked towards the bed.
Some people may think that expressing emotions in bed is superficial.
But Li Lang doesn’t care, he is deified, he doesn’t care whether he is superficial or profound.
He only needs to be shallow and deep at times.
The moonlight tonight is as beautiful as the moon over Tianshan Mountains.
It was so beautiful that she couldn't react. Was it a dream or reality?
It was not until the rain hitting the banana leaves and the scorching air currents woke her up that she came to her senses...it turned out to be true.
"You really came back safely!" Tian Shanyue hugged Li Lang warmly.
Li Lang smiled: "Of course! Sorry for making you worry!"
"This time when I come back, I plan to stay with you and never leave!"
Tian Shanyue arched her back in Li Lang's arms: "Really? You are just kidding me again!"
Li Lang: "I swear to the moon, if I say this..."
The oath was interrupted by Tian Shan Yue before he could utter it.
Li Lang struggled hurriedly, looking somewhat embarrassed.
Tian Shanyue rolled her eyes: "That's your own taste."
Li Lang: "Then let's exchange. Wait for me to get the water back."
Tian Shanyue immediately shook her head in disgust and stopped teasing Li Lang.
"You said you would always be with me, but is that true?" Tian Shanyue asked in a low voice.
Woman! Her name is 'duplicity'.
"Of course! My heart is clear and I won't speak empty words anymore." Li Lang replied.
"Is it just me?" Tianshan Yue became more and more demanding.
Woman! Her name is still greed.
"Of course... not!"
"You know, I have too many hearts that need comforting. They need me, and I need them too."
"I am a wisp of wind in the world, filling hundreds of thousands of dreams." Li Lang said.
Tian Shanyue bit Li Lang's chest hard, but found that his skin was much harder than steel. She couldn't bite into it at all, and it hurt her teeth instead.
"Can't you just give in or say something I like to hear?" Tian Shanyue asked.
Li Lang climbed onto his horse and half an hour later, he listened to a lot of things he liked.
All the words spoken during the night were not sober words.
Basking in the sunlight coming through the window, Tianshan Yue had a cold face and turned his back on people, not even his father, brother, or master...
"What are your plans next?" Tian Shanyue asked Li Lang in a very contrasting manner, like a cold goddess.
Li Lang was shirtless, tidying up his long hair: "Return to Yujing, Cannon Queen!"
"I'm asking you seriously!"
"I'm talking about serious matters!"
"The long-cherished wish of so many generations of monks in Qingyang Temple must have a result."
"And I will pick that fruit."
Li Lang conveyed this thought and feeling to the empress who was far away in the capital without hiding it.
The empress put down the memorial in her hand and flew into a rage: "How outrageous!"
(End of this chapter)
