"Rustling ......"

The wind is blowing.

In the mountains and forests, countless leaves swayed and jumped, broke free from their branches, and flew into the air with the wind, converging into a green tide that gathered from all directions towards the deep pit where the monkeys were.

The green leaves of the sky fluttered and swirled like a flock of butterflies, weaving above the monkeys in the shape of an ancient tree with straight beards.

Ancient trees are rooted in the void, standing tall and immovable.

The golden Buddha's big hand struck and hit the ancient tree.

"Bald donkey, you dare!"

An old voice shouted angrily, and Patriarch Bodhi stepped out of the void and stood in front of the monkey.

Countless leaves and roots flutter out of the ancient tree, entwined around the golden Buddha's hand.

The golden light and the green light collided fiercely, and the energy continued to pour out, collide, and annihilate.

"Patriarch ......"

The monkey raised its head.

The Bodhi Patriarch was in the wind, and the wide Taoist robe danced and swayed wildly above the monkey's head, and the silver thread was like snow.

He stared solemnly at the middle-aged monk in front of him, guiding the mana to continuously infuse the ancient tree.

"Hurry up and repair your body yourself, this monk is too perverted, I can't spare the energy to heal you. ”

Bodhi said, concentrating on his mana, never looking back.

Hearing this, the monkey was silent, frantically mobilizing the power of his heart to repair his body.

"Dumb, dumb ......"

Covered in mud, Xiao Wu touched it and grabbed the monkey's wrist: "How are you?"

"I'm fine, you get out of the way. ”

The monkey grimaced.

However, he forgot that Yan Xiaowu couldn't see it.

"This, you ate this. ”

Yan Xiaowu grabbed a Bodhi fruit and stuffed it in the palm of the monkey's hand: "This will definitely cure your injury." ”

"Fart, that's for your eyes. The monkey yelled. With the power of the mind repairing, the limbs slowly became conscious, and the monkey angrily pushed the Bodhi fruit back.

"Help. Yan Xiaowu ignored the monkey's reprimand, grabbed the Bodhi fruit and groped for it, and stuffed it into the monkey's mouth.

"Don't do anything stupid. ”

The monkey closed its mouth, refused to cooperate, and hatefully squeezed a few words from between his teeth.

Bodhi fruit, that is more precious than the Nine Turns Golden Pill, even if the Bodhi Patriarch protects the calf like his life, the nine sons of the Lingtai under his door may not have a share.

Patriarch Bodhi was able to take out two of them at once and give them to Yan Xiaowu, which is a great kindness. It's not simply out of love for Smoke Dance, and it's not just out of guilt for the monkeys.

Among them, it must include Yan Xiaowu's master, the eighth disciple of Bodhi Patriarch, and the old Taoist priest who dug out his heart and died.

Even these may not be as large as two bodhi fruits.

This stinky girl, I don't know how to cherish it!

Yan Xiaowu raised her other hand, clenched her fists, and coldly punched the monkey a few inches below his chest.

"Oh......"

I don't know which acupuncture point was hit, this bit of force was not enough for the monkey to even tickle, but when it fell on the monkey, it was like a lightning strike, his body twitched violently, opened his mouth, and screamed.

Yan Xiaowu grabbed the Bodhi fruit with his other hand and took the opportunity to feed it to the monkey's mouth.

Bodhi fruit a grunt, in the monkey did not react in time, all the way down the throat, rolled into the stomach.

"You ......"

The monkey's eyes widened.

Immediately afterwards, his stomach warmed, and a warm current spread out from his stomach, and endless vitality exploded.

......

"Senior brother, have you thought it through, do you have to obstruct the poor monk?"

Through the big hand and the ancient tree, the middle-aged monk stared at Bodhi, his eyes were cold.

"Why should you be so persistent? If you want to become holy, there will always be opportunities in the future, anyway, you and I have too much time to use up. ”

Bodhi was puzzled: "He, really can't do it." ”

"Do you think there is really a chance?" The middle-aged monk shook his head: "Self-deception, poor monks can't do it." ”

"Bald donkey, then let's see the real chapter in your hands!"

Words are not speculative, Bodhi Patriarch said to change his face.

"It is exactly what the poor monk wants. ”

The middle-aged monk seemed to have expected Bodhi's reaction, and his expression was as usual.

He clasped his hands together and said something in his mouth.

Accompanied by the Sanskrit sound, countless golden runes emerged from the golden Buddha's hand, and the Buddha's light was dazzling, as bright as a lotus.