The aura originating from heaven and earth is the most selfless gift to the monk, but Sun Wukong has no right to enjoy these gifts at all, because the Tai Chi blood in his body is too rare.

When God closes a door for you, then it will definitely open a new window for you, fate seems to be fair to anyone, and Sun Wukong is also very convinced of this.

The appearance of the Pulp Cleansing Divine Spring is the most perfect proof of this sentence, and with the help of the Pulp Cleansing Divine Spring, the aura reserves in Sun Wukong's body have also begun to rise rapidly.

Whenever he soaked in the warm spring water and felt the nourishment from the Tai Chi Yin and Yang fish, Sun Wukong could experience deep satisfaction.

On the eve of the Three Sects' Martial Arts, Sun Wukong had already raised his White Blood Palace's strength to the fourth stage of the Little Star Soul, but the strength of the Black Blood Palace remained at the original level.

A month is a very short time, fleeting, and it is obviously impossible to rely on the Purifying Divine Spring to further strengthen one's strength during this time.

During this period of soaking, Sun Wukong can always experience a so-called weakening feeling from the spring water, but he doesn't know where this feeling comes from.

Whenever this sense of weakening appeared, the infusion of spiritual energy that should have been continuous would suddenly stagnate, and this change also directly affected Sun Wukong's cultivation progress.

Today, the effect of this weakening has gradually increased, and the aura that Sun Wukong can absorb from the Pulp Cleansing Divine Spring has rapidly decreased, and it is almost impossible to absorb it.

This couldn't help but make him a little puzzled, could it be that the aura of the Divine Spring had entered a state of exhaustion? Otherwise, why this weird weakening effect?

Walking out of the cave in the twilight, Sun Wukong's cheeks were completely covered with disappointment, and the aura that Sun Wukong could absorb from the pool water in a night was pitiful.

"Do I really have to be so anxious about my cultivation path? Why do I always have to extinguish the flame of hope when I see it? Sun Wukong wants to vent his frustration through words.

Walking out of the magic forest with heavy steps, Sun Wukong sighed helplessly, but his eyes didn't know where to go, it seemed that any scenery was particularly eye-catching for him at this time.

After a little hesitation, Sun Wukong left Qingling Houshan with little energy, and finally embarked on the road back to Lu Yunfeng.

And he didn't notice that in the darkness in the distance, a pair of strange eyes had taken in everything he had done tonight.

...

The silver-white moonlight sprinkled from the sky, covering the peaks of the Qingling Mountains, like a white silver veil adding a mysterious charm to these mountains.

A cold mist spreads out from the mountains and forests, quietly surrounds the peaks, and finally appears in front of the world with crystal dew.

The flickering candles and the dim light of the fire cast from the window, successfully dispelling the darkness and illuminating the face of a man who had come out of the night.

He knocked respectfully on the door in front of him, and a moment later, a deep voice came from inside the room, and only after hearing this did the man dare to push the door in.

"Li Mu, what is the important thing you came here late at night?" The person who spoke was an old man in a Taoist robe, who was sitting cross-legged with his back to the door, as if he was cultivating.

"Elder Liu, I came here tonight mainly to report something to you, I found that someone had secretly entered the Demon Forest." The man known as Li Mu explained excitedly at the moment.

"Into the Magic Forest? Hehe, it's ridiculous, isn't this person going to die? I, the Qingling disciple, should know that the Demon Forest is dangerous. Elder Liu's words were filled with indifference.

This person's name is Liu Yan, the second elder of the Qingling Sect, although he is in a high position, he does not do practical things, and he only immerses himself in his cultivation world every day, and does not care about the affairs of the sect at all.

If it weren't for the fact that this person was strong in refining qi, and even created a set of qi refining methods, which added a lot of reputation to the sect in the world, I am afraid that he would have been kicked out of the Qingling Sect long ago.

This person has spent his whole life just climbing to the peak of qi refining, but he is still a Yang Soul cultivator after spending a hundred years, but this has not diminished his desire for the word "cultivation".

As long as it is beneficial to cultivation, even if it is at the cost of his life, he will not hesitate, although love is a good thing, but if it is love to the point of madness, then it is not necessarily a good thing.

From ancient times to the present, it is naturally money that has been directly linked to cultivation, and having strong financial resources to lay the foundation for the long path of cultivation will of course make this path smooth and open.

In the past hundred years, Liu Yan has spent hundreds of thousands of dollars on cultivation, not to mention hundreds of thousands, but also hundreds of thousands, and he has long been shy in his pocket, and he also feels extremely troubled about this.

And the demon grass that only grows in the demon forest has always been the most sought-after spiritual material on the market, and if he can obtain it, he will definitely be able to use it to add a huge amount of income.

Li Mu, who knew that Elder Liu Yan had this thought, immediately passed the news to Liu Yan after seeing that Sun Wukong could enter and leave the Demon Forest freely.

"Elder Liu, what I said is true, this person can not only shuttle freely through the Demon Forest, but even resist the invasion of the demonic miasma in the Demon Forest."

"He is the Monkey King who worshiped under Elder Jiang Ning, presumably he must have obtained some method from Elder Jiang Ning that can resist the demonic miasma." Li Mu's face showed a faint sinisterness.

"Jiang Ning definitely doesn't have it in his hands, otherwise, he would have already picked the demon grass in the demon forest, how could he leave it to the disciples who participated in the trial this time?"

"Therefore, this trick that can resist the erosion of demonic miasma must be hidden in this Monkey King." Elder Liu Yan turned around slightly at this moment, revealing his sour cheeks: "It's okay, you can go back first, and I will personally go to find this Monkey King in the future." ”

Hearing this, Li Mu did not linger here for too long, but quickly turned around and left, he knew very well how precious Elder Liu Yan's time was, if he delayed for a few more seconds, he would probably be immediately reprimanded.

"Monkey King? Hehe, no matter where you are sacred, I will let you spit out the method of shuttling through the demon forest, I Liu Yan will do what he says. Before the words fell, Elder Liu Yan had already sunk into the vast cultivation world again.

...

I wanted to return to Lu Yunfeng as soon as possible, but Sun Wukong felt that he had a suppressed emotion in his heart that needed to be vented, and if he kept it in his heart, it would cause some damage to himself.

Subsequently, Sun Wukong came to a lotus pond and admired the pure white lotus flower that poked out of the mud, and the depressed emotions in Sun Wukong's heart were barely eased a little.

Whenever he is in a bad mood, he will choose to come here to feel that since the bright lotus flower can come out of the mud without staining, why can't he shake off the dirt around him?

Could it be that he can't reach a lotus flower even if he is an immortal cultivator? He always motivates himself like this, and although the way he chooses may seem childish, the effect is significant.

And when Sun Wukong was intoxicated by the scene of this lotus pond, a strange call suddenly came from the Tibetan Dharma Hall in the distance.