Chapter 6: Bodhi's Small World

said that Wukong suddenly disappeared, making a group of Xiaoxiao beat their chests and feet, jumping up and down.

And at this time, at the southernmost tip of Nanzhan Buzhou, the South China Sea, Jiao Demon Island, the Great Sage Jiao Demon King, dressed in a rotating wind and fire robe, was standing quietly on a reef by the sea, looking across the sea, with water-blue hair without wind.

He pinched his fingers, and in the distant sky, a great change had just taken place.

Jiao Demon King's water-blue eyes were already bloodshot up close, and this station had been three days and three nights.

After a long time, he sighed a little helplessly, "Dead monkey, I hope you can still be like back then, blessed and fateful." ”

At the westernmost point of Nanzhan Buzhou, the West Sea, the peak of Lingshan Mountain, Sun Wukong's sworn brother ventilation sage, the macaque king also has a heavy face, overlooking the sky.

Beiju Luzhou, Beihai, Lion King Island, the Great Sage Lion Camel King of Moving Mountains played with a snow-white human skull in his hand, and also looked at the sky from afar, "Hehe, dead monkey, look where you are fleeing this time." ”

In the depths of the ocean, on an island, in a gloomy hall, a short figure, shrouded in a silver halo, could not see its true face.

He sat cross-legged on a stone chair with his eyes slightly closed and his hands crossed over his chest.

At the foot of the steps, a group of big men stood solemnly. Inside the main hall, there was silence for a while.

After a long time, a shrill and hoarse voice came from the stone chair, "Strengthen your strength, pay attention all the time, you must find his traces, otherwise you will ......"

A group of big men immediately trembled, and one of them, unable to withstand the coercion, had weakened his legs and was already paralyzed to the ground in fright.

In the same way, the other space does not know the time and node.

A lot of people are plotting something.

This world of heaven and earth, where all things are alive, is quietly undergoing some kind of change.

time, I don't know how long it has passed.

Under the snowflakes in the sky, under a Bodhi tree with a strong and mottled trunk, a seriously injured monkey struggled to shake off the snowflakes on his body, opened his tired eyes, and entered a silvery white world.

The linden tree, lush and full of life.

All around, on the mountains, on the ground, and on the lake, there was snow.

The wind was light, and the white snowflakes were scattered, falling on his body, cold and cold, cold to the bone marrow.

The pain in his body was like tearing his heart and lungs, tormenting the dying Wukong, and the pain was even a little blurred in his consciousness.

Where is this? When is this?

Wukong leaned crookedly under the Bodhi tree, opened his eyes with difficulty, and looked around, the world in front of him was covered in silver, ice and snow, and heaven and earth seemed to be connected.

When he looked up, he saw the Bodhi tree, and in the white world, a Bodhi tree stood tall and full of life, which surprised him.

This is.?

This Bodhi tree suddenly reminded him of his mentor, Bodhi Patriarch.

Patriarch, kind eyebrows, kind eyes, good seduction.

Bodhi tree?

Could it be that he actually returned to the side of Patriarch Bodhi?

Puzzled, he raised his right hand with difficulty and rubbed his head, where the pain was cracking.

A ray of sunlight poured down from the treetops overhead, through the layers of leaves, shining on his body, and immediately warming his body.

It's a beautiful place to be.

Wukong held the tree in his hand and tried to stand up, but as soon as he exerted his strength, he was immediately crushed by the severe pain, and his body was almost torn apart, and then, his eyes were black, and his body slowly fell to the snow.

I don't know how long it has been, maybe 500 years? Maybe, 10,000 years ago.

In the drowsy dream, the world in the dream melted away like ice and snow, leaving only a gray, gray sky.

Suddenly, a warm feeling rose from the bottom of his heart, like a soft quilt, like a match lit in the cold day, in the warmth, he seemed to see his master Bodhi Ancestor, sitting far away under the Bodhi tree, leisurely looking at himself;

No, no, it's not a dream, you can't sleep, you can't sleep!!

"Great sage, great sage, wake up, wake up. ”

"King, King, wake up, wake up. ”

Splitting headache and grogginess.

There seemed to be countless voices shouting in his head, which made his heart ache.

His eyes tried to open them, but a pair of eyelids seemed to be as heavy as a mountain of thousands of catties, and for a moment, he wanted to give up his efforts and sleep in this dim, even gray world, until he was doomed.

However, deep down, why is there a voice that keeps shouting, can't give up, can't give up.

If he gives up, he will not be able to find out the truth about what has happened to him, and perhaps, he will never be blind.

"Goku, Goku. ”

A familiar voice drifted in my ears.

"Master, master. ”

In the midst of all the difficulties, Wukong leaned against the trunk of the Bodhi tree and struggled to open his eyes.

In front of him, in the air three meters above the ground, an old man dressed in gray was sitting cross-legged, holding Buddha Zen in his arms, with a snow-white beard, kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and his eyes slightly closed.

"Master, Bodhi Patriarch, is it really your old man?" Wukong was excited in his heart, and he knelt down with his hands on the ground.

The old man opened his eyes slightly, "It's me, but it's not me." ”

Wukong was surprised for a moment, "Master, where am I now?"

"This is an extradimensional space created by the supreme great mana when the teacher was cultivating the righteous path, and you can also call it a small world. ”

"A small world in another dimension?" Wukong whispered, "But when I was seriously injured, I was hit by all kinds of magic weapons, and I almost lost my soul, why am I here, could it be that the master saved me?"

"Silly apprentice, do you remember the little gift you gave to your teacher when you went down the mountain?"

"Yes. Wukong stretched out his right hand and groped in his arms, and took out a Bodhi fruit, the size of a thumb, snow-white, with a trace of black and gray lines, warm in his hand.

"When I sat under the Bodhi tree for a hundred years, I had an epiphany, and a Bodhi just fell from the tree, and the trajectory of his sliding in the air inspired me to create this small world. When you encounter great difficulties, your blood is soaked in Bodhi, you will integrate into this small world and keep you safe for a while. ”

Wukong had an epiphany, "Thank you, master", he knelt on the ground with his hands and bowed gently.

"This small world belongs to another dimension, and it does not tolerate heaven and earth, besides, you are seriously injured now, and you can't stay too long, otherwise, you will be lost here forever. ”

"Yes, master, but now I have been severely injured by the god-killing dagger, and my mana is almost lost, and I don't know if the master has a way to recover. ”

"This god-killing dagger is a supreme killing weapon that Taishang Laojun has smelted with his life's mana, thanks to you when you were making trouble in the Heavenly Palace, you stole too many immortal peaches and elixirs, and then were burned by Laojun's gossip furnace Samadhi True Fire for 7749 days, forging a steel and iron bone, immortal body, otherwise, you would have been turned into ashes and vanished by now. ”

"Whew", Wukong exhaled secretly. "Master, then how can I resolve this catastrophe?"

"The teacher is also in a deep state now, and he can't help you, everything still depends on you. "Bodhi's body gradually became transparent and unreal. "Remember, this is a catastrophe, don't trust anyone easily, don't trust your eyes too much, sometimes, what you see may not be the truth of the matter. In addition, the Godslayer Dagger can no longer hurt you, as long as you can survive for three months, your mana will naturally return to its original state. "Don't trust anyone easily, don't trust your eyes too much". What's going on?

Wukong listened quietly, his heart fluctuating violently.

Sure enough, there is a big conspiracy, but who can have such great ability, even the Bodhi Patriarch has encountered an accident. "But I have fiery eyes, what else can't I see through or through?" "The Buddha said: The heart of the devil, the eyes of people, good karma and evil consequences, the cycle of life and death, all the truth, will eventually come out." "When will that be?" "As long as you can survive for three months, everything will be fine." “

"Three months?" Wukong couldn't help but curse, "So, how many days are left?"

"You've been in a coma for three days, and the rest, count it yourself. ”

Wukong breathed a sigh of relief, and the rest of his days were destined to be bloodier and more difficult.

He is now embattled, and there is little hope that he will be able to hold out for three months.

Bodhi's body became more transparent, it was just his doppelganger, and it didn't last long.

"Remember, get out of this little world quickly. After saying this, Bodhi's body turned into a snowflake and scattered in this space.

"But, now that I'm out of mana, how can I get out of here, you haven't told me yet?" Wukong shouted as he looked at the scattered snowflakes.

"Communicate with Bodhi with your heart, and it will tell you", in the distance, Bodhi's intermittent voice came from the air.

"Damn little old man", Wukong stared blankly at this piece of the world, it was really a cold world, but at the moment his heart felt warm. "Thank you, master. ”