Forty-nine blue-fire butterflies streaked across the sky, throwing themselves into the golden cocoon of light like moths to a flame.

The butterfly's dreamy wings easily passed through the golden light shield, and as Mo Tian expected, this golden light shield would not hinder the soul energy.

Most of the forty-nine butterflies were thrown into the golden light cocoon where Guanyin was, and a few were dancing in the light cocoon where Liu Feifei was, and a trace of blue soul energy spit out from the blue butterfly's mouth, slowly nourishing Liu Feifei's soul.

This seventy-seven butterfly technique, is Mo Tian from Zhuang Zhou's dream butterfly method evolved, when Mo Tian stole the Confucian door pretending to be a scholar, the next day Zhuang Zhou turned into a butterfly into a dream.

That Zhuang Zhou can also be regarded as a master of the soul, and he turned into a butterfly into a dream just to ignite Mo Tian, but he didn't expect that he would encounter a hard stubble.

Curator Mo's sea of soul didn't come as soon as he wanted, and he left as soon as he wanted, but as a result, Zhuang Zhou couldn't steal chickens and rice, not only could he not ignite it, but he was also trapped by Mo Tian in the sea of souls for three days and three nights, and finally left after cutting off one of his wings. This is still the result of Mo Tian's release of water without Zhuang Zhou's malicious intentions.

Since then, Confucian people no longer dare to mention the matter of the scholarly gate, although Zhuang Zhou was defeated, but his method of turning into a butterfly gave Director Mo a great inspiration.

Being able to dive into Director Mo's Sea of Soul so silently is really the first time in the world. After some research, Mo Tian created this method of transforming into butterflies, turning the power of the soul into forty-nine phantom butterflies, each of which was the essence of Mo Tian's soul. But each butterfly is not Mo Tian, and between the mysteries, the energy of the forty-nine Blue Fire Phantom Butterflies is transformed into each other. Life is endless, and the forty-nine butterflies are like Mo Tian's eyes, which can transmit everything they perceive around them back to Mo Tian's consciousness.

However, this spell is a great test of the caster's soul power, and only a pervert like Mo Tian can divide his soul power into seventy-seven forty-nine parts!

What's more, no matter which Soul Fire Butterfly's damage is, it is real damage to Mo Tian, and it can't be recovered by meditation. It depends on the diligence of cultivation and the purification of the soul.

It's just that the soul power has reached the step of Mo Tian, and it is not easy to go further. This Guanyin's sea of souls is not very peaceful, but Mo Tian also has no way to move, this golden light cocoon does not seem to be big, but for the soul power. It's usually a world of sand.

What looks like a golden point of light the size of a grain of sand may be a magnificent spirit world. Only in this way can we find the true soul of Guanyin as quickly as possible.

In the sea of Buddha, I saw dozens of blue butterflies flying endlessly, like carp playing in the water.

What flashed in the light of the Buddha was the Buddha relationship that Guanyin grew up little by little.

She came from the western end of the East China Sea where the sun set, and where the west sun set, there was an endless darkness, no light, no heat, and every person there was like a bat living in the depths of a cave. Only she was born different. Only she was born knowing that there was something called sunlight in this world, and only she could make out the white color in the dark.

So she kept going east. Then she saw the light, she saw the flowers, and she saw many happy and painful people.

There has always been a name haunting her in her mind, Dongtu Datang, as if in that place, she can realize all her dreams.

Even she gave up the scent of flowers at her feet, and even the ocean, which people called 'the place of death', did not stop her in her tracks.

She walked at sea for three days and three nights, and she was so tired that she wanted to give up many times.

It wasn't until she saw the stone for the first time that she was fascinated by it.

Why? No matter how you look at it, it is an ordinary stone, but such an ordinary stone appears in this vast sea, and it becomes very unusual.

At least it lets the desperate maiden know that there is more to the sea than water, at least there is something else.

"There's a stone here. So the girl said with some surprise at the stone, and for some reason, when she said this, she had a strange thought in her heart, and the stone understood her.

It must be that he is too tired to hallucinate, and how can the stone understand himself?

The girl stretched out her hand and knocked lightly on the stone, and there was a crisp voice, as if she was cheering, she was really too tired, how could the stone make a cheer?

So the girl decided to rest on it for a while, the stone was very large, and the girl originally wanted to sit on it and rest, but in the end she fell asleep on the stone.

Because the girl sitting on the boulder in the sea actually felt the warmth from under her body, and the delicate warmth was like a soft grass that had just been sunburned, and the comfortable feeling made the girl feel soft for a while.

Before she knew it, she had slept on that stubborn rock for an unknown amount of time, a day, a month, a year?

All she knew was that when she woke up, everything around her had changed.

She was lying on a soft meadow, and in front of her was a large tree, and the sound of the tide crashing on the shore could be heard in the distance, which was on the shore.

Then she saw a monkey, a monkey covered in golden hair.

When she was looking at the monkeys, the monkeys were watching her. It was a look that a girl had never seen before.

That kind of gaze, like ...... It's like the sun, warm and pleasant, as if no matter what happens, it can't take away the warmth in that gaze.

Especially when she was seen by that pair of eyes, the girl only felt that her body had a warm temperature as if it was shining by the sun.

"Monkey, where is this?" the girl laughed when she finished asking, how could the monkey know what she was talking about? But when she asked this sentence, the next thought that suddenly flashed in the girl's heart was that the monkey would answer herself.

The little monkey jumped down from the branch and danced in front of him, first drawing a small ball with a metaphor, then digging the soil, holding it with both hands, and then stretching out to the extreme, a red monkey face with a slightly intoxicated look.

Flowers, it's flowers!

The girl smiled, not only because of the monkey's cute and funny movements, but also because the monkey could really understand himself, and most importantly, he reached out and gestured to his favorite ...... Flower.

With some clumsy movements, the little monkey took a lot of effort to explain to himself that the place where they were now was called Huaguo Mountain.

Flower...... Fruit...... Mountain, what a good name, seems to make people close their eyes and smell the fragrance of flowers and fruits.

The girl's eyes were completely attracted by the monkey's actions, and at that time, the girl thought that the people who could talk in this world were really happy, but what they said was never what they really wanted to say.

The beggar on the street was cursing again, and while cursing those ordinary people, he turned around and nodded again, pretending to be pitiful, and shed tears, begging for the copper plates, and then turned around and continued to curse; the scholar on the road once again failed the test, sighing, obviously he was extremely disappointed in those books, but he still talked about it; the couple on the street was quarreling again, and the words in the mouths of the two of them wished that they would get up early and die, but such two people could still sleep in the same bed. If they all don't talk like monkeys, and use gestures to express their inner feelings, will the world become simple and no longer noisy, and will they have more time to calm down and think about what the world has given them?

The girl in white suddenly liked to talk to the monkey very much, she asked the monkey a lot of questions, in fact, she didn't really want to know the answer, she actually just liked to look at the monkey and hope to talk to the monkey all the time.

Not with the mouth, but with the heart.

"Who are you?"

The girl only felt that she had seen this monkey somewhere, but the strange thing was that such a monkey would never forget it for the rest of her life if she saw it once, but she could not remember it.

The monkey covered his head, as if he was a little distressed about how to answer this answer, looking at the monkey's distressed appearance, the girl in white even wanted to retract the question just now.

The monkey picked up a stone from the ground, pointed to it, and then to himself.

"Your name is Stone?"

Stone?stone?

The girl suddenly laughed, because she suddenly remembered the stone in the East China Sea, and she was sure in her heart that the monkey in front of her was that stone...... (To be continued......)