At this time, Wukong not only knew nothing about the outside world, but even reached a situation where it was difficult to protect himself.

His body sank to the bottom of the lake, and his consciousness drifted away, turning with the gold leaf that recorded the magic of the dragon, and he went to the time when he continued to search for his former self.

However, his whole body exuded a faint glow, forming a protective light wave on his body.

At first, all the spirit fish panicked away from him, as if he was afraid that he would catch them.

However, in the deepest part of the Flame Lake, the King of Spirit Fish, who had become a spirit, learned the news and personally left the cave, leading thousands of Spirit Fish to the place where Wukong was.

"There it is, king. A huge spirit fish said respectfully to the old fish king in their way of communication.

The whole body of the Spirit Fish King is radiant, with a three-foot dragon whisker, and his body is as big as a bathtub, a bit like a dragonfish.

"It's strange that in this human being, there is the breath of my benefactor. The Spirit Fish King sighed, the breath from Wukong's body actually had the breath of a great saint that he would never forget.

"Wang, didn't you say that our habitat came from the Great Sage Grandpa's smashing of the Taishang Ancestor's alchemy furnace and kicking a few fire bricks of the furnace to the lower realm?

"But he does have the breath of the Great Sage Grandpa on his body! How can this be explained?" The Spirit Fish King didn't want to believe it, knowing that there had been no news of the Monkey King for ten thousand years.

The Spirit Fish King has lived for tens of thousands of years, and since the day he was born here, he only remembers seeing the Great Sage once, and only this one side, it is still fresh in his memory after 10,000 years.

Now Wukong's body is wrapped in a layer of light waves, and the aura emanating from his body is exactly the same as the breath of the Monkey King ten thousand years ago, how can it not be shocked and excited.

With respect, the Spirit Fish King slowly swam to Wukong's side, and the closer he got to Wukong, the more intense the aura emanating from Wukong's body became.

It was already trembling a little all over, if Wukong was really the Great Sage Grandfather in its memory, then how honored it would be for its own race to be able to come into contact with this great benefactor so closely.

"Great Sage Grandpa!" the Spirit Fish King screamed tremblingly, but Wu Kong's eyes were closed, and it was impossible to respond to him when his own era was gone.

It screamed a few more times, but Wukong still didn't respond.

"My children, this is really the breath of the Great Sage Grandpa, everyone hurry up and send him into the Yufu Stream. The Spirit Fish King began to command, and his excitement was palpable.

It found that Wukong not only had the breath of a great sage, but even his facial features were very similar, but his face was not covered by monkey hair, and he became cold and abnormal, and his heroic spirit was compelling.

In this way, Wukong was carried by a group of spirit fish to the spirit fish stream.

The Spirit Fish Stream is the habitat of the Spirit Fish at the bottom of the Flame Lake, which is very safe and is also a treasure place for the Spirit Fish to practice.

In the Spirit Fish Stream, there are also several fiery red divine bricks exuding blazing light.

After 10,000 years of use, these fire bricks, which were originally kicked down by the Monkey King from the Tianque Tushi Palace, have obviously become the treasures of the Lingyu clan and can be used for cultivation.

Wukong was placed on top of these fire bricks, and the whole person began to absorb the divine power on these fire bricks, slowly repairing his injured body.

The Lingyu clan, on the other hand, is busy and respectful, because they don't know when Wukong will wake up.

Especially the Spirit Fish King, he ordered all the Spirit Fish to clean up, and he must let this "Great Sage Grandfather" wake up and see their Spirit Fish Clan's respect for him.

No one can understand the gratitude in the heart of the Spirit Fish King, if it weren't for the Monkey King who smashed the alchemy furnace of the Supreme Ancestor in a fit of anger and kicked those few fire bricks of the furnace to the lower realm.

There would be no such Flame Mountain, let alone the birth of its Spirit Fish Clan.

Therefore, the Monkey King is equivalent to the creator of its Spirit Fish Clan, and it was the Monkey King who created its Spirit Fish Clan.

It's just that the Spirit Fish Clan is in it and doesn't know that the Flame Mountain Range will hide into the void over time, and when the time comes, it will descend to the realm and open the portal.

At this time, Wukong was already in the era of 10,000 years ago, and he was still in Lingtai Fangcun Mountain, in the three-star cave of the oblique moon, following the Bodhi Patriarch day after day, year after year, chopping wood, carrying water, and doing chores.

Wu Kong did this kind of miscellaneous work for seven years, and during these seven years, he didn't learn anything except listen to Bodhi lecture in the lobby every day.

But it was the peaches of the rotten peach mountain, and he ate it seven times.

This rotten peach mountain, which bears fruit once a year, obviously proves that he has spent seven years in the three-star hole.

Fortunately, he was retrieving his former memories, and time did not pass as slowly as seven years.

Until one day, perhaps Patriarch Bodhi tested him for seven years, and then began to ask him what skills he wanted to learn from himself after so many years.

Wukong asked him if there was anything he could learn, preferably the art of immortality.

The Bodhi Patriarch told Wukong everything he could teach, but after Wukong understood, he shook his head again and again, saying that he would not learn it if it was not the art of immortality.

Patriarch Bodhi was extremely angry, and in a fit of rage, he took a three-foot ring ruler and knocked him on the skull three times, and then brushed his sleeves away.

Those fellow disciples accused Wukong one after another, making the master angry, leaving Wukong alone to meditate in the three-star cave.

It wasn't until a long time later that Wukong suddenly realized that he understood Master's intentions.

In the middle of the night, Wukong came to the bed of the Bodhi Patriarch and knelt down for a long time.

It wasn't until Patriarch Bodhi opened his mouth that Wukong said what he had realized, "Didn't Master use code words to ask his disciples to come and learn the art of immortality during the third watch?"

Patriarch Bodhi got up very satisfied, seeing that this monkey had such a good understanding, and after seven years of testing, he was not like another monkey he once favored very much.

The Bodhi Patriarch threw out the supernatural powers of 6636 changes and 8972 changes for Wukong to choose.

And told him that this is the ghost and god of the "Great Heavenly Immortal Formula", and there will be three calamities, so he asked Wukong if he was afraid.

In the end, Wukong chose seventy-two changes, and learned somersault clouds and the Dharma body outside his body.

Wukong began to enter the hall to learn the art of immortality, and the Bodhi Patriarch also taught him.

The comprehension of Wukong, just like the name he bestowed, reached the realm of "Wukong".

In just three years, Wukong had cultivated the immortality technique of the Great Heavenly Immortal Technique to the point of perfection.

Until one day, at the instigation of the senior brothers, Wukong couldn't help but watch the showmanship of these senior brothers over the years, and he also wanted to get back some ground.

In front of these senior brothers, all kinds of changes were revealed.

In the applause of the senior brothers, the Bodhi Patriarch was attracted, and the results can be imagined.

"I taught you the skill, did I let you show off in front of people?" Bodhi Patriarch scolded Wukong very angrily, making Wukong scared like a child, silent, he had seen Master so angry for the first time in ten years.

PS: The Mid-Autumn Festival is about to pass, let's have a happy life.