"Are you leaving?"

The first to break the silence was Yan Xiaowu. She grabbed the corner of the monkey's coat and whispered, squeezing out a smile.

It's just that everyone can see the sadness that can't be hidden behind the smile.

Bodhi stretched out his hand, and three green Bodhi leaves floated out of his palm, fluttering, spinning, and forming a circle.

The light and shadow are hazy.

Strength is like the sea.

"Click"

The center of the circle suddenly cracked, and the vicissitudes of life flowed out like water.

Spread out.

A vortex of time flows slowly within the circle.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

Patriarch Bodhi clutched his chest and coughed a few times.

When he raised his head, his face was pale.

"The power of time is the most difficult to control, and I can't maintain this time channel for long. Hurry up, where you've come from, and where you're going. ”

The monkey turned around and grabbed Yan Xiaowu's hand, holding it tightly until it was so hard that Yan Xiaowu was about to shed tears in pain.

The monkey seemed to run out of strength and let go of his hand.

Yan Xiaowu's tears fell all of a sudden, and she burst into tears.

The monkey hesitated, raised a hand, raised it to the top of Yan Xiaowu's head, and gently rubbed her head.

Warm palms.

Gentle gaze.

Like a kind old man.

Yan Xiaowu pursed her lips, strong, and didn't let herself cry.

"Don't cry. ”

Monkey Road.

"Hmm. ”

Yan Xiaowu responded, but tears still fell uncontrollably like beads with broken threads.

The monkey had already turned around and strode straight into the time vortex.

Stopping in front of the time vortex, the monkey asked Patriarch Bodhi with an expressionless face, "Who is that monk?"

Bodhi shook his head: "People from the Buddhist sect, you still don't inquire and have less contact. ”

The monkey stared at Bodhi, and his face gradually became a little hideous.

"Senior brother, the master is for your good. Guo Houshi couldn't help but interject. Among the nine sons of Bodhi, except for Ah Zi, probably only Guo Houshi is kind to monkeys.

The monkey thought about it, and finally seemed to have exhausted his strength, retracted his hideous face, and said deeply: "Please." ”

"Naturally. Patriarch Bodhi nodded.

Secretly clenched his fists, the monkey did not dare to look back, closed his eyes, and plunged into the time vortex.

"Bang!"

The unexpected happened.

The monkey seemed to have crashed into a copper wall, and was shaken back several steps by "rubbing".

Bodhi looked up with an angry face.

In the main hall, the light of light and darkness suddenly came to life, circulating, gathering, and converging.

In the light cluster, a figure gradually appeared.

The light and shadow are hazy, and they are long and thin.

Loose gray-white monk's robes, clean and indifferent face.

The poor monk thought about it and felt that he still couldn't let him go like this. ”

When the monkey came back to his senses, a golden swastika stood in front of the time vortex, like a wall, firmly blocked.

The middle-aged monk stretched out his hand and fished it out, and the spiritual power in all directions formed a big spiritual power hand, grasping the monkey.

His body was covered with Buddha light, and he was ready to defend against Bodhi's attacks.

"Hehe......"

Bodhi suddenly laughed, not at all in a hurry.

"What are you laughing at. The middle-aged monk frowned, feeling that something was wrong.

The middle-aged monk controlled the spiritual power and grabbed the monkey back to his body: "Let's go to the spiritual mountain with the poor monk." ”

"Bang!"

The monkey grinned and his face turned grim.

A scorching wave of fire burst open in the great hand of the spiritual power, gushing out.

It is full of rage, destruction.

Devour the spiritual power with a big hand.

The middle-aged monk glanced at the explosion of fire in the hand of the spiritual power in surprise, and pronounced a Buddha horn, and a more dazzling golden light tore from the explosion and burst out.

A few breaths of effort.

The raging fire was torn apart by the golden light, choked, and snuffed.

After it subsided.

There is only one spiritual power hand left, and a "swastika" character print in the palm of the palm is shining.

The middle-aged monk looked at the empty spiritual power in his big hand, and a golden monkey hair fell lightly.

Bodhi reached out and grabbed the monkey hair.

He smiled.

The surrounding scene suddenly became a little blurry.

It was like a rough mirror, refracting an illusory and hazy light.

Then there was a "whoosh" and the mirror shattered.

The surrounding scene was shattered.

The fragments of the mirror, turned into the power of time and slowly dissipated.

When the "Mingxin Palace" was restored to Qingming again, Bodhi was still sitting on the top, and Guo Houshi and Yan Xiaowu were also standing in their original positions.

Nothing seems to have changed.

Except that the monkeys disappeared.

The contemplation incense in the incense burner in the center of the temple was still a big step away just now, and in the blink of an eye, it had burned out, turned into ashes, and fell from the lot.

"A mirror of time. ”

The middle-aged monk's face was gloomy.

"That's right, that scene just now happened a quarter of an hour ago. Bodhi smiled, "It means that you are a quarter of an hour late." ”

"Good means. The middle-aged monk gritted his teeth.

Patriarch Bodhi waved his hand: "It's not a good means, it's just that a monkey hair left by him is put into the virtual scene, true or false." Plus you bald donkey has a tendon, and you are eager to ask for it. Otherwise, how can this little trick be hidden from you. ”

"You know how important he is to the poor monks, but you ......"

The middle-aged monk stared at the Bodhi Patriarch, and there was a murderous intent in his eyes. I saw that the Buddha light was shining all around him, but where the golden Buddha light shone, the ground, the tables, chairs, and the walls ...... It's as if they've been stripped of their colors and turned gray one by one.

The aura of silence and nothingness permeated the main hall.

Even Guo Houshi and Yan Xiaowu were illuminated by the Buddha's light, and they assimilated with black and white, and the whole person inevitably blurred, as if it would disappear in the blink of an eye.

Patriarch Bodhi was covered with a layer of glowing green around him, blocking the Buddha's light, and he didn't care and said, "Everyone has left, what do you want." ”

After a pause, Bodhi's tone relaxed, sighed, and said, "You and I are standing at such a height, there is a deviation in the Heavenly Dao, shouldn't we pull out the chaos and put things right?

"It is precisely because of the 'variable' that he is the only chance for the poor monk!" the middle-aged monk looked hideous.

Bodhi was silent for a long time, as if he had made some kind of decision, and said, "You can't touch him." ”

"Poor monk, understood. The middle-aged monk stared at Bodhi, and in his deep eyes, it seemed that countless times had passed.

It wasn't until his eyes became indifferent again that the middle-aged monk accepted the Buddha's light, glanced at Bodhi indifferently, stretched out his hand, and rolled up the smoke Xiaowu.

After the Buddha's light dissipated, the two also disappeared in the Mingxin Temple.

The Mingxin Hall was re-dyed, and everything gradually became real from nothing.

Guo Houshi seemed to have been drowning for a long time, and suddenly he was saved, panting with a pale face.

Bean-sized beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

He tilted his head with palpitations: "Master, don't you go to save the little girl......?

"No, maybe he really wants to train another disciple. Bodhi smiled reluctantly, and suddenly his face changed, and he coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood.

"Master!"

Guo Houshi was shocked.

"Damn, that bald donkey's cultivation is getting more and more unfathomable. Patriarch Bodhi smiled bitterly, his eyes flickering.