"Wuxuan, you're back."

Just as he was looking down and thinking about his future plans, an old and majestic voice sounded in Yang Xuan's ears.

"Master?"

Yang Xuan raised his head, only to see that at the top of the stone steps, there was an old man standing with his hands in his hands, white hair and long hair, clear eyebrows, a snow-white robe slightly raised in the wind, like pieces of goose feathers gathered and rotated, Dao bones fairy wind, transcendent in the world.

Yang Xuan stopped and hurriedly bowed to Patriarch Bodhi.

"The disciple has seen the master."

While saluting, Yang Xuan wondered in his heart, when he came back before, the master didn't stay outside the three-star cave of the slanting moon, why is it so abnormal today?

Patriarch Bodhi glanced at Yang Xuan and said indifferently, "Golden Immortal Great Perfection, it seems that you have gained a lot from your trip this time." ”

"The master has won the award."

Yang Xuan's face was not half arrogant, and his expression was as usual, but he always felt that the words of Patriarch Bodhi seemed to be a little ......

"You've been traveling for fifty-four years now," the old man's voice was clear and slightly depressed, falling into Yang Xuan's ears, Xuan Miao didn't seem real, "What have you experienced all these years?" ”

Yang Xuan, who lowered his head, his eyes shrank suddenly, and a huge horror suddenly hit his heart.

The master asked me what I was doing here?

After a moment of silence, Yang Xuan didn't dare to hide anything, so he told the Bodhi Patriarch what he saw and heard after leaving the Lingtai Fangcun Mountain.

Discussed tea with Yang Chan in Xueying Palace, met Sun Wukong again in Huaguo Mountain, witnessed Sun Wukong being captured by Yang Jian, and being challenged by Yuan Hong by Yang Jian's hostility...... Except for taking the empress to the flood and going to other worlds, the rest did not hide from the Bodhi Patriarch.

"That's all?"

Patriarch Bodhi's eyes narrowed slightly, and his eyes were as clear as a mirror, as if he had seen through everything in this world.

Yang Xuan let out a "hmm", but he never raised his head, and the fear in his heart became more and more intense.

He always felt that something big was going on today.

"Come with me."

Patriarch Bodhi slowly turned around and no longer looked at Yang Xuan, his voice seemed calm and cold, but there was a trace of undoubtedness.

"Did the East Window incident?"

Yang Xuan chuckled in his heart, raised his head and looked at the slowly disappearing back of the Bodhi Patriarch, his mind was blank.

The square inch is upside down, ethereal, and the smoke is entangled, like a fairyland on earth. On the top of the majestic mountain cliff, the Bodhi Patriarch is standing quietly in the wind, and the white and flawless Taoist robe is fluttering lightly in the wind.

Behind him, there stood a young Taoist, dressed in white, with fairy wind and bones, sassy like a meteor.

"Wu Xuan, how long have you been under my door?" Patriarch Bodhi quietly looked at the majestic mountains, pondered for a long time, and finally spoke.

"Back to Master," Yang Xuan bowed and said truthfully, "It's been two hundred and sixty-one years." ”

After hearing this, Patriarch Bodhi slowly turned around, looking at this genius apprentice with a look in his eyes that Yang Xuan couldn't read.

"Since you have been under my sect for so many years," Patriarch Bodhi's face was like frost, and the old man's voice carried a piercing chill, "You should know that passing on the Dharma privately is a big sin. ”

When Yang Xuan heard this, he was shocked, his knees weakened, and he quickly knelt on the ground, his head slamming on the ground.

"Master, the disciple is wrong." Yang Xuan called in a low voice, his low eyebrows were pleasing to the eyes, as if he knew that he was wrong and changed it, but his eyes covered the stunned in his eyes.

"Oh? Then you say, what's wrong? Seeing Yang Xuan's appearance, Patriarch Bodhi said indifferently, his voice was not slow, as if he was just asking a routine question.

"The disciple is wrong, the mistake is that he shouldn't privately teach others the creation mediation and mending the heavenly bathing day in the thirty-six changes of Tiangang!" Yang Xuan said with remorse, never raised his head, and did not dare to face the Bodhi Patriarch.

At the beginning of Huaguo Mountain, Yang Xuan taught the empress the mediation of creation and the day of bathing, but somehow, he forgot the door rules of the three-star cave of the oblique moon.

"I'm really dizzy." Yang Xuan sighed in his heart, feeling that he was a little unlucky.

With the cultivation of the Bodhi Patriarch, it is natural to be able to perceive the private transmission of the exercises.

As a result, when facing the empress, why did you forget this!

Has it been downgraded?

Yang Xuandu felt that he was a little funny, he was a bad person or licking a dog in front of the empress.

For a while, Yang Xuan's heart was filled with inexplicable emotions, and he spoke again, "I'm sorry, Master, the disciple disappointed you." ”

He said, Master, the disciple has let you down.

Patriarch Bodhi quietly looked at Yang Xuan, who was the most proud disciple he had ever been.

In the entire Three-Star Cave of the Oblique Moon, except for the monkey whose Dao heart was impure and was driven away by him early, this disciple was the most satisfying to him.

Not only is his qualifications awe-inspiring, he can obtain the Golden Immortal Dao Fruit in less than two hundred years, but he also has an excellent heart, and he can often calm down when he cultivates.

Treat people well on weekdays.,Never because of his talent and no one in his eyes.,Get along with fellow brothers very well.。

But it was such a disciple who used to make him the most relieved, and today he actually said to him, I'm sorry to disappoint you.

In the heart of Patriarch Bodhi, a complex emotion suddenly surged.

"Wu Xuan, who did you pass on those two magical powers to?" Bodhi Patriarch looked at Yang Xuan for a long time and said slowly.

"The disciple passed on those two magical powers to an old disciple of the disciple." Yang Xuan gritted his teeth and finally said slowly.

"The deceased?" Patriarch Bodhi stroked his beard, pinched his fingers and counted them, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he muttered, "Which old man is it?" ”

"Yes, it's a fellow villager when my disciple was young."

Now Yang Xuan, in his heart, is called a sad urge.

Could it be that today's identity as a "traverser" is about to be revealed to the world?

"Countryman?"

Patriarch Bodhi lowered his palm and pulled the corners of his mouth.

"I can't even tell who that person is? Could it be that Wu Xuan is really ......

"Master, she was my neighbor's friend when I was young."

Yang Xuan's eyes were sad, and he said in a low voice, he had already considered whether to confess or not.

"I will spare you this time for your first offense."

Just when Yang Xuan was thinking about whether to confess and be lenient, a cold voice sounded again.

Patriarch Bodhi glared at Yang Xuan, his expression was calm, and he said, "You go to the back mountain to reflect." ”

Maybe it's time for him to be quiet.

"Thank you for your mercy, the disciple will never do it again."

The tense nerves slowly relaxed, Yang Xuan breathed a sigh of relief, and after kowtowing again, he slowly stood up, as if with a little difficulty, and walked towards the back mountain step by step, without looking back.

Bodhi Patriarch looked at Yang Xuan's figure gradually moving away, and his steady back was now dyed with a trace of loneliness.

"Alas"

After Yang Xuan left, Patriarch Bodhi sighed, frowned slightly, and then smiled calmly.

"I didn't expect you to have such a weird identity."