Chapter 30: Skyrim Falls

When Wukong heard Bodhi say this, he secretly calculated in his heart, and could only look up to the sky and helplessly let out a breath of turbidity. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Thinking about him now, he is really embattled and surrounded by heavy enemies, not to mention whether he can last for three months, it is unknown whether he can survive for a few more days!

The road ahead is really dangerous, and there is little hope!

"The Buddha said: The heart of the devil, the eyes of people, the good fate and evil results, the cycle of life and death, all the truth, will eventually come out, and the dust will return to dust and earth when the time comes!"

Bodhi said this leisurely, and was half silent.

After a long time, he suddenly looked up to the sky and sighed, and then continued: "Remember, the reincarnation of cause and effect is doomed!"

"The heart of the devil, the eye of man, what else does it mean?"

"This foolish old man, suddenly said so many strange things at once, it's really hard to understand!"

"That... Master, what should I do, and how should I resolve this heaven and earth robbery?"

"For the teacher... There is nothing you can do!" After saying this, Bodhi's body flickered in the air a few times, becoming more transparent.

Goku knew that this was indeed just his doppelganger, and it shouldn't last long.

"Remember, don't be obsessed with fiery eyes, but use your heart to comprehend the world!" After saying this, Bodhi's body turned into a snowflake and completely scattered in this space.

"But, now that I'm running out of mana, you haven't told me how to get out of here?" Wukong shouted anxiously as he looked at the snowflakes scattered above his head.

"Communicate with Bodhi with your heart, and it will ... Tell... You... Target... In the distance, the old man's intermittent reminder could be faintly heard in the air.

"Damn old man!" Goku stared blankly at the world, spreading his hands and shrugging his shoulders in annoyance and helplessness.

"Alas!"

The lonely world is still cold and silent.

But at this moment, his heart suddenly felt warm.

"Thank you, master!" he knelt on the ground and bowed to the sky.

Crunchy!

In the cold mist, Wukong held his crumbling body, clutched the blood-stained Bodhi in his hand, one foot deep and one foot shallow, shuttling through the ice and snow to find a way to get out of here.

"Attentively, communicate with Bodhi, and he will tell me the clues to leave!" he clenched the Bodhi in his hand and muttered to himself as he walked.

This is the only clue left by the Bodhi Patriarch when he left, and whether he can leave or not depends on the Bodhi seed in his hand.

Fortunately, this seemingly ordinary Bodhi, although it has been sleeping for 10,000 years, has been getting along with Wukong for thousands of years, relying on each other, and in the dark, there are already inextricable connections and entanglements.

Therefore, after a whole day of heart-to-heart communication, and the communication between the mind and the divine thoughts, the Bodhi Seed, which seemed to have developed a little spiritual wisdom, vaguely pointed out to him the way to escape.

That is to find the door to the space out of here.

But where is the door to space?

And how can we find that only spatial node?

Wukong dragged his ruined body, wrapped in a glimmer of hope and eagerness, and walked back and forth on the edge of life and death.

Although the weather is cold, the heart is warm;

Although the land is depressed, the obsession in my heart has not weakened in the slightest because of despair.

This is his Monkey King's boldness, never bowing to danger and adversity!

Whew, whew!

Wukong stood in the snow, pinching his waist with his hands, lowering his head, gasping for air, looking for so long, he was really tired!

Suddenly, when he looked up, he saw a huge pillar as thick as a mountain and reaching to the clouds faintly appeared in the mist, like a castle in the sky that suddenly appeared in the desert, which instantly aroused his hope.

Could it be?

There...

Is it the door of space pointed out by Bodhizi?

In the cold wind, Wukong wrapped up the remaining rags on his body, lowered his head and kissed the Bodhi in his hand, rekindled hope, and rushed forward at an accelerated speed.

A strange world.

Snow white, mountain white, cold, biting.

The earth is vast, and the wind is cold.

On the top of an unknown mountain, a few small figures are drilling in and out of the hole, stockpiling winter food, busy and happy.

Suddenly...

In the distant sky, in the clouds, an invisible door opened in the mysterious void.

With a flash of light, a vague figure, wrapped in a red light, fell directly from inside the door.

Then, the light and shadow flashed again, and the invisible door closed in an instant, turning into a point of light and disappearing.

"Look there, it looks like a shooting star!"

A small figure, standing at the mouth of the cave in the ground, looking up at the sky, suddenly screamed and shouted.

There was a rustling sound in the bushes, and as the branches and leaves swayed, seven or eight little heads poked out curiously.

"Where, where?"

Just there, where else are there meteors?

Time seems to freeze.

In the snow and ice, a lonely figure, draped in a tattered wide coat, staggered, stumbled, and staggered forward in the cold wind.

In the middle of the sound, he suddenly stumbled, and fell headlong in the ice and snow.

Call!

A gust of cold wind blew, blowing away a gloom and bringing another chill!

In this white world, there seems to be no warmth, only snowflakes are full of snowflakes, fluttering and shaking, connecting the sky and the earth, and it is difficult to distinguish each other.

Here, it seems to be a glance at the small world of Bodhi, there is no warmth, only snow and endless cold.

I don't know how long it has been.

A muffled singing voice suddenly sounded in Goku's mind.

"I'm a, a little white fox, and I've lived in the snow and ice since I was a child... ”

Wait a minute...

THE SONG ...

Although it is a little crisp and a little subdued, but, it sounds, why does it always seem like it is out of tune?

Wukong couldn't help but reach out and scratch his ears, there, buzzing... It's so itchy!

Long.

When Wukong opened his eyes again, he found himself in a spacious cave, with a withered yellow oil lamp and a flame the size of a bean sprout, pulsing, exuding a warm, quiet light.

Da-da-da, da-da-da!

A little white fox, twisting its waist, wagging three long gentle tails, humming a song in its mouth, slowly walked over from the other end of the light, like a snowy mountain elf!