Everyone has their own destiny, and life is like a flash in the pan, and it will eventually turn into a slope of loess.

Looking at the monkey lying down in front of him and had lost his life, Yang Cong couldn't help feeling a little.

Now that he has changed his body, isn’t he going to be immortal?

This is a question.

"Please beg the king to betray the change. He is old and weak, and he dies. We do not have the art of immortality, and we will not be able to die in the future."

The old monkey stood beside Yang Cong. Seeing Yang Cong's melancholy look, he wanted to persuade him.

"It's okay."

Yang Cong shook his head, Yang Cong had already seen through life and death.

If it weren't for the company of beautiful women, I guess this immortality would have no taste.

After being incited by the old monkey like this, the monkeys and grandchildren around also agreed.

"Master, we don't want to die."

"We don't want to die either."

"I don't want to die."

...

"King, why not go to the ancient cave fairy mountain to visit famous teachers and learn a way of immortality."

Lao Hou said something very pleasant, and it also directly touched Yang Cong's heart.

Now Yang Cong cannot be sure whether he is still immortal, so if he wants to immortality, he must learn the method of immortality.

"Does... really want to go to the Bodhi Patriarch?"

Yang Cong scratched his head, thinking that this was really a very sad thing.

At present, there are only two ways before him. One is to go to Fangcun Mountain, Lingtai to learn from Bodhi Patriarch.

Another one is to continue to practice your own Yin and Yang Dharma, but now Yin and Yang Dharma is like a stone sinking into the sea and cannot be practiced at all. Now, every day and night are just to strengthen your spiritual physique, and it is still much different from practice.

Looking at the monkeys and grandsons who had been following him for a long time, Yang Cong suddenly felt a little hesitant.

"Does God want me to step into that conspiracy?"

Shaking his head, Yang Cong had to think carefully about this: "I'll think about it when you wait for the king, and I'll discuss it later."

For ordinary people, immortality is an unattainable art of immortality.

But they also knew that immortality was actually a disaster.

Longevity is like a spell. Unless you die, it is impossible to break this spell.

Yang Cong had no choice. The system did not give him a task, which means he could do whatever he wanted.

But there is an ultimate goal. Yang Cong thought that after picking up the scriptures, the final point of this world.

"It seems that I won't go if I don't want to go."

In the end, Yang Cong decided to go to Fangcun Mountain, Lingtai to learn the magic of immortals.

.........

"King..."

"King..."

Seeing that Yang Cong was leaving, the monkeys and grandchildren were reluctant to leave.

"Go back."

Yang Cong waved.

"Your Majesty, you must return soon." The old monkey said.

"This is natural." Yang Cong nodded. He knew this without saying it.

In the past few days, Yang Cong had already built a small boat through the monkeys.

Although this small boat is not big, it is no problem to cross the river to reach his destination.

"Boys, when I bring me back, I will let you and others live forever."

At this point, Yang Cong set out on the boat and headed on the road to seek the art of immortality.

Along the way, Yang Cong was like an ant lost in the desert, not knowing the direction or the way to go, so he had to wander silently on this big river.

However, although Yang Cong was aimlessly wandering over this big river, there was a special force that seemed to push him in one direction.

Seeing this, Yang Cong was too lazy to row, so he lay on the boat and fell asleep.

After waking up, Yang Cong found that he was still above the endless water surface and felt that there was no smell.

After eating some fruit, Yang Cong sat up cross-legged and continued to practice.

This is Journey to the West, or the prehistoric world.

The main purpose of this is to cultivate immortality, so Yang Cong’s future path will inevitably be to cultivate immortality.

However, Yang Cong didn't know what the reason was. All Yin and Yang methods could not function at all, so he could only absorb some spiritual energy and convert it.

The spiritual energy in Yang Cong's body is increasing day by day, but there is still no way to use it, which makes Yang Cong rarely have a big head.

There was no way, and later he could no longer absorb the spiritual energy and was full, so he gave up and continued to practice.

Fortunately, he had already seen the land in the distance.

Seeing this land, Yang Cong couldn't help but smile at the corner of his mouth.

Soon, Yang Cong set foot on land.

Yang Cong said that he almost felt weak when he stepped on the sand. This was the sequelae of the long time he stayed on the boat.

But after a while, Yang Cong recovered.

I looked at Yang Cong and saw a mountain in the distance.

Looking at the white clouds in the mountains, there were also a few spiritual energy rising and falling from time to time.

"If I did not go wrong, this should be the Lingtai Fangcunshan. Without further ado, leave!"

Yang Cong did not stay in this world with Sun Wukong like the original work, and these things were not attracted to him.

After he found a costume in the mortal world, he looked quite like a monkey. Soon he set foot on the mountain and walked on the path among the mountains.

"Sure enough, surrounded by spiritual energy here, it must be a cave for cultivating immortals."

Just as Yang Cong was walking on this mountain path, he suddenly heard the singing.

After hearing this song god, he became even more sure what Yang Cong was thinking. He hurriedly ran to where the song came.

After crossing a jungle, Yang Cong saw a woodcutter.

The woodcutter carried two bundles of dry firewood on his shoulders, a hat on his head, and a plain outfit, looking like a family surrounded by mountains and rivers.

When Yang Cong listened to the woodcutter's singing, it seemed as if there was a magical force that prompted Yang Cong to find the woodcutter.

"Brother, please stay."

Yang Cong called out the woodcutter.

"This...Brother Monkey, what's wrong?" The woodcutter stopped, put down the dry wood on his shoulder, and looked at Yang Cong with a smile.

The woodcutter did nothing after seeing Yang Cong, so Yang Cong felt that this woodcutter was not an ordinary person, but also an insightful person.

After all, if he was an ordinary person, if he saw Yang Cong's face, he would probably shout a fairy, but he didn't.

Instead, he stopped and looked at Yang Cong normally.

"Brother Woodman, I just heard you sing: Friendship is either immortal or Taoist. When I have time to sit and preach, I don't know if Brother Woodman has ever met someone who is immortal."

Yang Cong knew that the woodcutter in front of him was also extraordinary, so he asked directly.
Chapter completed!