Chapter 107 The people love and one spirit transforms the three qing dynasties Guanjiangkou, Yang House.
"Uncle Master, now the people are deeply impressed by your power and want to build a temple to worship you."
Wang Lin also looked helpless after listening to Yang Jian's words, but he had never thought about these things.
"The common people know that you are here, Uncle Master, and they have already gathered around you."
Hearing this, Wang Lin knew that he had to solve this matter, otherwise they would not be able to live in peace.
When Wang Lin came to the gate of Yang Mansion, he saw all the people kneeling down.
"Xianchang!"
Wang Lin waved his hand, and everyone was immediately helped up.
"You don't have to be like this. I'm just helping to control the flood. There is no need to build a temple or anything like that."
"Chief Immortal, we are not unreasonable people. Since you have spoken, we will do it."
Then everyone gave gifts, including fruits and vegetables, gold and silver treasures.
Wang Lindu refused one by one.
"Since you all want to give them, why not give them to the people affected by the disaster, as a way of thanking me."
Everyone was greatly moved when they heard this, and they left one after another after a long time.
Wang Lin breathed a sigh of relief, this matter was finally over.
"Yang Jian, when will you and your sister send weak water to heaven?"
"Uncle Qi, as long as the Jade Emperor speaks, we can go to heaven at any time!"
Wang Lin also knew that asking Yang Jian and Yang Chan to go to heaven would definitely be difficult for the Jade Emperor, so he had to wait for a while.
"In that case, come and call me when you go to heaven, and I will help you."
Wang Lin still wanted to go to the sky for a walk and see this heaven. - Wang Lin stayed in Yang Mansion.
Sitting cross-legged in a room, Wang Lin was surrounded by magic circles.
There were originally two souls in his soul, one was the martial arts soul based on the meaning of martial arts, and the other was the soul condensed by Taiqing Taoism given by Taiqing Saint.
In Wang Lin's sea of consciousness, two souls sat cross-legged in the void, the stars and rivers were reversed, and everything returned to its original state.
Taoism has a saying: When three flowers gather at the top, they create energy and spirit.
At this moment, Wang Lin's essence, energy and spirit are in harmony, and every soul is the product of the combination of Wang Lin's essence, energy and spirit.
Suddenly, Wang Lin let out a muffled groan, and saw another divine soul power splitting out, and countless divine soul powers gathered together.
Not long after, a figure wearing a black robe and a cold expression gradually solidified.
He still looks like Wang Lin, but he exudes murderous intent. Behind him is a Buddha with eight arms stained with blood, and an evil ghost with a green face and fangs.
The endless malice made the air around him thicken. Fortunately, there was a barrier to protect him, otherwise he would have alarmed many people.
I saw two people suddenly walking out of Wang Lin's body!
A Taoist with a kind face, dressed in a green shirt, quiet and inactive, free and easy.
The other person was dressed in black robes, full of murderous intent, and turned into reality. He was like a Buddha and a demon coming into the world to kill all living beings.
This is exactly the magical power of the Taiqing Sage, transforming the Three Pure Ones into one breath!
The phantom clone is no different from the real body and can think and practice they are one body, they have different priorities.
Wang Lin looked at the two people in front of him who looked very similar to himself and smiled.
"Two fellow Taoists, Wang Lin is so polite!"
"Fellow Taoist, you're welcome. You and I are one, why should we look outside of each other?"
The green-robed Taoist also spoke, but the black-robed Taoist still had a cold look on his face and asked.
"Fellow Taoist, why don't you give me two names?"
Wang Lin looked at the two people in front of him. One was quiet and inactive, which was the true meaning of Taoism.
One is a condensation of his own murderous intention and what he has learned from the Yang God.
"How about Taoist Xuanqing and Taoist Xuanmo?"
"good."
The two did not Taoist priest in Qingshan bowed his hands in thanks, and then said, "My name is Xuanqing, and I have met two fellow Taoists."
"This is Xuan Mo."
"Then I should also have a Taoist name, so let's call it Xuanzhen!"
Wang Lin also decided on his Taoist name at this moment, and the three of them looked at each other and laughed.
Wang Lin asked Xuan Qing: "I wonder what the two fellow Taoists think?"
"Pindao is transformed by the true Taoist intention of the deity, while fellow Taoist Xuanmo is the condensed murderous intention."
"The two of us are not practicing, we only have the power of ghosts and immortals, but we and I are actually one, and we will be able to keep up soon, so I don't have to worry."
"Ah."
The black-robed Xuan Mo opened his mouth with overwhelming murderous intent. Wang Lin couldn't help but feel cold. If he didn't know that this was his clone, he would have been shocked.
"Then I'll ask you two to collect heavenly materials, earthly treasures, and magic books for me in the next few days!"
"Can!"
The two nodded and walked out the door.
At this time, Marshal Tianpeng was drinking tea with Nezha outside the house, when he suddenly saw a Taoist priest in green shirt walking out.
"Wang Xianchang, let's go out to play today!"
Hearing this, Xuan Qing corrected him: "Xuan Qing, a poor Taoist, has met Marshal Tianpeng."
Then he walked out the door, leaving the two of them confused.
"Nezha, is that Wang Immortal?"
"Really?" Nezha scratched his head, wondering what was wrong with Wang Lin.
Then another figure in black robes appeared, and the killing intent emanating from his body made the two people in Tianpeng instantly alert and picked up their weapons.
"I, Xuan Mo, Marshal Tianpeng, Nezha, get out of my way!"
After speaking, he walked towards the door. Looking at Wang Lin's appearance, the two of them did not stop him.
It wasn't until both of them disappeared that Marshal Tianpeng regained his composure.
"Is that also Immortal Wang?"
"That should be Xuan Mo?" Nezha asked uncertainly.
The cerebellums of both of them are about to shrink. It is certain that they have the aura of Wang Lin, but...
"The ones who left just now are all uncles."
Suddenly Yang Jian came over and saw his heavenly eyes looking towards the two of them.
In Yang Jian's eyes, both of them are real bodies, but their temperaments are different.
"If my guess is correct, it is Uncle Wang's clone!"
"A clone?! A clone that's the same as the real body?"
The two of them were amazed. This meant that three Wang Lin appeared in an instant. One Wang Lin was enough to cause an uproar, and three of them came at once.
"It's really a superb clone technique."
Yang Jian also lamented that they were somewhat familiar with the art of clones, but it was unheard of for someone like Wang Lin to have an independent consciousness and possess a true body.
When the time comes to fight, it will be so scary that one person becomes three people.
However, Wang Lin was not feeling well at this moment. Not only was part of his soul separated, but his energy and blood also dropped.
The fallen strength can be cultivated again quickly, and the power of the soul can only be cultivated slowly.
Otherwise, we can only return to the Yangshen, overcome the tribulation and break through, and strengthen the soul.
It may be difficult for others, but it is very simple for Wang Lin. With the Devouring Magical Power in hand, it is mainly about polishing one's mind and refining the power into one's own.
The trip to this world has been quite fruitful, and it will be complete when the clone returns to this world.
But just in case something happens in the meantime, you still have to retreat during this period to practice your cultivation.
Xuanzhen Xuanmo also needs some time to become stronger, and there is still no need to rush these things.
(End of this chapter)