Looking at the young man in front of him, the old man couldn't help but think of his other disciple who was not a disciple. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Hey!" There was a faint sigh, but the old man shook his head, "I'm afraid the old man can't fully agree to you." ”

What does it mean to not be able to fully agree? Is this a yes or no yes?

Rao is Zhanbai, and his brain can't turn at all, so he can only kneel there quietly, without saying a word, waiting for the old man's next words.

"Although the old decay is already a dead body, there are still some means to solve your current predicament." The old man suddenly changed the topic, and did not let Zhan Bai get up, but he did not mention the matter of accepting apprentices again.

Listening to the old man's words, Zhanbai should have been happy, but now he is a little stupid.

What does this old man mean?

"Please also senior, no, Master, no...... Please also advise. Because of the old man's ambiguous attitude, Zhanbai didn't know what to call for a while.

"I have a method, called Fuluan. It can relieve your weak body. The old man stroked his long beard, and at this moment, the appearance of the old farmer actually had the temperament of a fairy wind and bones.

"Dharma? Is it a metaphysical exercise? "Zhan Bai is curious.

The Xuan Xiu Exercises are all-encompassing and countless, but this kind of thing that seems to be able to change people's appearance has never been heard of.

"No, it's a Taoism."

The speaker has no intention, but the listener has already set off a stormy wave in his heart.

What is the Dao method, although Zhanbai has never seen it, he has also heard it from the inheritance of the mysterious stone sword. That is almost an existence that transcends the Heavenly Rank Xuan Cultivation Method.

Not to mention the three continents in the earth, even if it is a Dingzhou with many talents, if there is a Dao law in the world, it is enough to cause boundless killing catastrophe.

Although, for the identity of the old man, Zhanbai has unconsciously raised a lot, but now it seems that it is far from enough.

"Can the juniors ask the names of the seniors?" Zhan Bai tried his best to calm himself down, but as soon as he spoke, his voice still trembled uncontrollably.

"The old man said before, the name Bodhi." The old man replied with a smile.

"Bodhi? Bodhi Patriarch? Zhanbai's eyes, which had returned to normal at least on the surface, were shining.

"Housheng, it seems that you know a lot." The old man didn't even deny it.

Even so, Zhanbai still couldn't believe the facts in front of him.

It's like one day in my previous life, I suddenly met Superman and Spider-Man on the movie screen in reality.

It's not scientific, it's very unscientific.

"Monkey King." Zhan Bai's mouth suddenly spat out a name that seemed completely unknown to the third person.

"Hehe, it's just an old man who can't make a disciple." The old man's answer was more like a code.

"Ahem......" In the dry itching of his throat, Zhanbai immediately took a breath, and his weak body made his face red, and he bent over and coughed for a while before he gradually calmed down.

The myths and legends of the previous life have come true in this different world.

This kind of unbelievable thing happened in front of me at this time. Of course, at this time, Zhanbai still has a trace of luck in his heart, maybe the old man in front of him knows how to read minds?

"I'm afraid I don't believe it anymore. However, it's no wonder that you're not a creature in the first place. It's better to say a person's name again. Daji, the nine-tailed demon queen who created the art of painting skin, might as well tell you that she is also my disciple. "The old man is completely going to talk to the rhythm of death today.

"Senior, yes, cough cough...... Can you let the younger generation slow down a little? At this time, Zhanbai was really mentally unbearable.

One by one, the secrets that completely subverted his worldview were confided from the mouth of this old man who called himself Bodhi, and how could his fragile heart be embarrassed.

"Don't rush, you think slowly. Once you figured it out, you called me. The old man was not in a hurry, and after speaking, he slowly turned around and left.

Bodhi Patriarch, Sun Wukong, Daji, familiar and unfamiliar names, constantly rise and fall in Zhanbai's mind, setting off monstrous waves, testing Zhanbai's mind that he can be calm in the face of anything.

In the past and present life, even the mysterious stone sword that made him a sword demon was far less shocking than the old man.

In the myths and stories of the previous life, Bodhi is a patriarch-level figure, with the name of Buddhism, the temperament of Taoism and the style of Confucianism.

Of course, its fame comes more from his spirit monkey disciple transformed by the Heaven Replenishing Stone, Sun Wukong.

A somersault cloud, coupled with the mysterious seventy-two changes, made the unruly monkey do the catastrophe of breaking into the Dragon Palace, making trouble in the underworld, and smashing the heavens, and finally received by the West Heaven Rulai, and after 500 years under the Five Elements Mountain, he supported Tang Seng all the way to the west, and finally achieved the status of a true Buddha.

But now, it was supposed to be a mythological novel written by Wu Chengen, but it was clearly presented in front of him with facts, so how could Zhanbai not be surprised?

If this is just a coincidence of the same name, I'm afraid even a fool doesn't believe it, but what kind of connection exists between them?

Zhan Bai couldn't figure it out, this was completely beyond the limits of his wisdom.

Of course, there are also some things that the old man said just now that were not recorded in the myths of his previous life.

In the mythology of the previous life, there was indeed a battle of the gods, and there was indeed a nine-tailed demon fox named Daji, but there was never any wild history record, and she was also a disciple of Bodhi.

Thinking of this, Zhan Bai was suddenly taken aback.

If Daji is also a disciple of Bodhi, then wouldn't the art of painting skin that she created......

Zhanbai finally understood why the old man was so familiar with the art of painting skin, before, he just thought that the old man had more knowledge because he had lived a long time, but now it seems that it is not the case.

Zhanbai didn't struggle for as long as the old man imagined, in fact, it was just a meal, and Zhanbai had already thought about it.

Regardless of whether this old man is Bodhi or not, and no matter what his relationship with the mythological characters of his previous life, these are of no meaning to him now, except for adding to his troubles.

Yes or no, for the current Zhanbai, the truth of all this is too far away.

"Senior, please show up." At this time, Zhanbai has completely calmed down, and this adaptability and temperament, even the old man, is quite admired in his heart.

The breeze came slowly, and without seeing a trace of the track, the old man was already standing in front of Zhan Bai out of thin air.

"Figured it out." The old man looked at Zhanbai with a smile.

"Nope." Zhan Bai shook his head very dryly, "I'm not going to think about it." It's just that the younger generation has one thing to figure out, what is the purpose of the seniors helping me so hard? ”

"The old man also said before, after the deed is done, I need you to promise me one thing." The old man's answer was equally crisp and clear.

"Deal." Zhanbai's previous question was more just confirmation, and after getting a satisfactory answer, he agreed without the slightest hesitation.

"You doll is funny, don't you want to hear what the old man tells you to do?" On the contrary, the old man was a little surprised.

"There's no need anymore. For one, I didn't have a choice. Second, the seniors are so painstaking and lonely, naturally they will not let the younger generations do things that are sent to death in vain, otherwise it will be too much of a loss. Zhanbai's indifference made the old man more and more approving.

"Okay, since that's the case, then the old decay will pass on your method of supporting Luan." The old man nodded with satisfaction, "However, before that, I want to tell you about the mysteries of this Dao method. ”

"The younger generation listens to you." Zhan Bai arched his hand sincerely.

"Fuluan, in the ordinary people, is a kind of divination. In Fuluan, someone is required to play the role of being possessed by the gods, and this kind of person is called Luansheng. After the gods possessed Luan Sheng, they would write some handwriting to convey the thoughts of the gods. Of course, this ordinary folk Fuluan is more of a trick to deceive and deceive, and it is not related to the Taoist Fuluan, but in fact, it is not related to the wind and horses. The old man said, "Luan, for Qingluan, is a kind of ancient divine beast phoenix. However, in the afterlife, you should not be disturbed by the literal meaning. The reason why the person who created this Fuluan technique was named after Luan was simply a metaphor for the word 'green'. Therefore, this Fuluan can also be called Fuqing, which is a Taoist method that specializes in treating the weak body. As for the final result, after you have cultivated, you will naturally understand the subtlety. ”

The old man said such a big thing, but every word was full of strangeness, not only did he not solve the puzzle, but it made Zhanbai even more unclear, but seeing that the old man did not continue to explain, he could only do it.

Since the old man said that he would see the difference after the cultivation is completed, then wait and see.