Yang Heng looked at the lightning falling from the sky in silence. Until the lightning had broken through the roof of the hall and was about to fall on the painting wall, Yang Heng took out a piece of wood Ruyi from his arms.

Then Yang Heng suddenly threw the wood Ruyi into the sky.

Mu Ruyi seemed to have attracted some attention to the lightning in the sky. The lightning that was about to hit the painting wall actually turned around and fell on Mu Ruyi's body.

In the end, all the lightning that fell from the sky seemed to be attracted, and raindrops fell on the unsatisfactory.

The Mu Ruyi had not changed much at the beginning, but as the lightning absorbed more and more, subtle changes began to occur on its body.

I saw golden runes flashing on Ruyi’s body. These runes seemed to have life, wandering around this unsatisfactory.

In the end, these runes became clearer and clearer. Finally, they even floated in the void through Mu Ruyi, and then began to rotate around Mu Ruyi, and finally turned into a golden cocoon, wrapping Mu Ruyi in it.

Yang Heng stood beside him and was stunned. He didn't expect that the treasure he had used for so long would have changed like this.

As Mu Ruyi turned into a golden cocoon, the lightning in the sky seemed to be disturbed by some interference and it slowly stopped.

As the lightning stopped, the black clouds in the sky began to slowly dissipate, and finally the new sun was warm and clear.

Yang Heng stood next to Mu Ruyi, stretched out his hand several times to touch it, but finally he reluctantly retreated his hand.

You should know that Yang Heng is a very afraid of death. Before he understood the changes that Mu Ruyi had taken, he really didn't dare to touch it again. If there was any danger, who would he ask for to reason with him?

In the end, Yang Heng could only sit next to him and wait for Mu Ruyi to recover.

The cocoons around Mu Ruyi began to gradually become dim, and finally slowly turned into golden light, which merged into Mu Ruyi's body.

At this time, Mu Ruyi once again became ordinary, and the strange phenomena that had just appeared were gone.

Now, Yang Heng finally plucked up the courage to pluck Mu Ruyi in his own hands.

However, when Yang Heng looked at this Mu Ruyi carefully again, he found that this Mu Ruyi was no different from the one before.

Just when Yang Heng was disappointed, he suddenly became shocked. Then he weighed Mu Ruyi and finally discovered the difference between now and before.

It turned out that the Mu Ruyi in the past was really like a broken piece of wood, light and fluttering, but although the appearance of Mu Ruyi now has not changed, Yang Heng felt that the one holding in his hand now was completely a piece of metal.

Moreover, as Yang Heng's divine thought began to shake in Mu Ruyi, he felt that his ability to control lightning became stronger, as if he had thought about it, the space aura of dozens of miles was controlled by him.

Yang Heng understood that with so much lightning absorbed, the Mu Ruyi in his hand should have been upgraded.

Yang Heng smiled hummingly. This time he came to this small temple. Not only did he get a treasure of space for nothing, but Mu Ruyi was also upgraded to a higher level.

When Yang Heng thought of his complacentness, he actually laughed haha.

Then he reached out to grab the painted wall.

I saw a ball of red light flying out of the painting wall and then landing in Yang Heng's hand. This was not the side, but the phoenix-headed hairpin that Yang Heng had just lost.

It turned out that the lotus throne where the old monk sat in the painting wall was the same as the phoenix-headed hairpin. Later, the old monk found the lotus throne as the core of the space magic weapon.

It is precisely because of this that the Fire Phoenix saw his old friend and couldn't help but turn into golden light to meet the lotus throne.

Unfortunately, the old monk in the painting who had lived for thousands of years did not completely control the lotus throne he sat down, and thus lost the opportunity to seize Yang Heng's magic weapon.

However, Yang Heng had another trouble next, that is, with the death of the old monk who opened the temple, if he left himself, wouldn’t this small temple become an empty temple?

Yang Heng frowned and thought for a while, and suddenly there was a solution. Although this method was a bit unethical, it was all that was the case now. At worst, he would give this person some benefits in the future.

Finally, Yang Heng hurried to the yard, moved the old body back, placed it on the cushion in the middle, pose for him, and then dispersed the dust on his body. Finally, he stood in the distance and looked at it, and found that there was no flaw, so he went forward with satisfaction.

And the Shushen Meng in front was talking to Zhu Xiaolian happily.

"Brother Zhu, what did you encounter in that wall?"

Zhu Xiaolian blushed and finally muttered: "Nothing strange is happening. I just felt like I had entered a big garden and visited it, and finally I was called out."

"No, Brother Zhu, I watched you and a woman in the painting for a long time. What happened? Tell me."

Zhu Xiaolian was now anxious and closed his eyes suddenly, raised his head and said, "I told you everything, I didn't encounter anything, what are you doing when you ask me?"

When Meng Shusheng saw Zhu Xiaolian's appearance, he knew that he was determined and could not speak anymore, so he shut up in the end. After all, he still had to live on Zhu Xiaolian and could not force him into a hurry.

It turns out that Meng Shusheng seems to be Zhu Xiaolian’s friend, but in fact his life has always been supported by Zhu Xiaolian.

Just when the atmosphere was a little awkward, Yang Heng walked in from outside the house.

When Zhu Xiaolian saw Yang Heng coming in, he hurriedly stood up and came to him, bowed deeply, and then asked, "Master, how is the mural like?"

Yang Heng sighed in a pretentious manner, finally shook his head and did not speak, then walked to the table, poured himself a glass of water, and drank it all in one go.

Yang Heng made Zhu Xiaolian so anxious that he came to Yang Heng again and bowed deeply.

"Master, please give me some advice." After saying that, he took out a silver note from his arms and stuffed it into Yang Heng's hand.

Yang Heng seemed very angry when he looked at the silver notes in his hand. He threw the silver notes on the ground with a swing of his hand.

Seeing this, Meng Shusheng next to him quickly stepped forward and picked up the silver notes. After that, he glanced at him and saw that there was three hundred taels of silver on the notes.

Meng Shusheng felt a little uncomfortable. Zhu Xiaolian used to help him, but he was very generous to this Taoist priest and gave him three hundred taels at once.

At this time, Yang Heng spoke, "Zhu Xiaolian doesn't have to do this. And I know what you ask for, but my ability is limited and I really can't do it for you, so I can't collect these money."

Zhu Xiaolian's face showed a hint of despair. Finally, Zhu Xiaolian asked with a bitter face: "I don't know how the old monk in this temple is doing now. I have something to ask him."

Yang Heng sighed, shook his head in disguise, and then said, "That old man has passed away."

Zhu Xiaolian was shocked and asked incrediblely: "When I saw him just now, I was still light and healthy, why did he pass away without much effort?"

Yang Heng looked at Zhu Xiaolian in front of him helplessly, and finally said, "You have caused trouble in the painting. In order to cover up your situation, the old monk finally had to come up with this bad plan."

As for how to cover it up, Yang Heng vaguely mentioned it.

And Zhu Xiaolian didn't seem to be in the mood to pursue this matter. He is now standing there in a daze, and is already a little demented.

When Meng Shusheng saw something wrong with Zhu Xiaolian, he quickly stepped forward and pushed him, which woke Zhu Xiaolian up again.

After waking up, Zhu Xiaolian was already at a loss. He went up to grab Yang Heng and asked anxiously: "How is Lian Qiao? Will she be punished?"

Yang Heng was stunned by his question. Who is Lian Qiao? He has never met her before.

However, Yang Heng reacted quickly and immediately guessed that this Forsythia should be a maid in the painting and had a relationship with Zhu Xiaolian in front of him.

Now Yang Heng was about to use this relationship to trip Zhu Xiaolian, so he said: "It should be nothing big if the old monk covers it up, but I think that Forsythia has been changed to the decoration of a young woman. I don't know if it will be discovered in the future."

Zhu Xiaolian held Yang Heng's hand anxiously and said, "Master, what can you do to save Lian Qiao quickly? She is innocent. Everything is my seducing her."

Yang Heng saw Zhu Xiaolian so anxious and knew that the time had come, so he said, "I have shallow magic power and I'm afraid I don't have this ability, but I can give you a clear path."

When Zhu Xiaolian heard that there was a way, he quickly bowed deeply and said, "Please also make it clear."

"This matter is easy to deal with. As long as you renovate this small temple and attract neighbors from all over the world to come and worship, you must know that you can take money and eliminate disasters. As long as this small temple has incense, I think the master in the painting will turn a blind eye."

Zhu Xiaolian's eyes lit up, which is indeed the truth. Even ghosts and gods cannot do without the power of incense. As long as he gives enough money, the old monk in the painting should not be too embarrassed.

Money is nothing in Zhu Xiaolian's eyes.

Therefore, Zhu Xiaolian slapped his hands and said, "You are the Taoist priest, you have a solution, but it is not enough to just find villagers to come and burn incense. You have to find a few monks to live in this small temple, so that the operation of the small temple can be ensured."

As for the fact that this small temple is not under Zhu Xiaolian's jurisdiction, he did not take it seriously at all. As long as some money is sent to the government, the small temple will soon be classified as their ancestral temple.

Zhu Xiaolian was relieved now, but he soon had some other thoughts. He pulled Yang Heng aside and asked in a low voice: "The Taoist priest has also been to the Heavenly Palace in the painting, right?"

Yang Heng glanced at him, not knowing what Zhu Xiaolian meant, but he nodded and admitted in the end.

"I don't know what Taoist priest can do to let me, a mortal, enter the Heavenly Palace in the painting again."

When Yang Heng saw the obscene expression on Zhu Xiaolian's face, he knew what he was thinking. It seemed that he could not forget that Lian Qiao and wanted to have a tryst with her again.

Yang Heng thought about it for a moment. Since Zhu Xiaolian wanted to guard this small temple, he had to think about it first and keep his mind here so that he would not get tired of it in a few days and throw this matter behind his mind.

So Yang Heng asked, nodded, and then said a few casual words in Zhu Xiaolian's ear, a spell that he couldn't even understand.
Chapter completed!