Chunyang felt more and more that this little monk was a little bald head who had been kicked by a donkey, so he stopped and touched the little monk's head and said: "Little monk, the poor road and you are also some fate, so let's do it, I will accept you as a Taoist boy, in the future, you will carry a sword and a cow with the poor road, and when the poor road can accept apprentices, I will let you be a great disciple, but it is also beautiful." ”

Unexpectedly, the little monk was angry in his nose and shouted loudly: "What? You let me be a Taoist boy and an apprentice for you? Do you know that I am the same generation as your family's Sanqing Patriarch, and let me see what they call me in the future? Do you call me senior brother or ancestor? It's really infuriating ancestor!"

"Smack!" Chun Yang slapped the little monk on the head and said, "If you are not happy, you are not happy, what to pretend, if you are allowed to mention, I am still Hongjun!"

"Hongjun, which saint is Hongjun, why haven't I heard of it?" the monk was immediately attracted by this name and asked about Chunyang.

Chunyang's eyes gently flicked the little monk, and he looked up to the sky and chanted: "Lying high on the nine clouds, the futon is true." Outside the heaven and earth, I should be in charge of the sect. Pangu gives birth to Tai Chi, two instruments and four elephants. One is passed on to three friends, and the two teachings are divided into two teachings. The leader of the Xuanmen capital, a Qi turned into a Hongjun. ”

After Chunyang finished reciting, he looked at the little monk without saying a word, and put on a look like you are the oldest.

However, the little monk was carefully reciting the poem of Chunyang Nian, thinking vigorously in his heart, and scratching his bare head with a small hand, if he had hair, he would probably be caught by him. Chunyang looked at the little monk and laughed in his heart, there is no legend of Hongjun in this world, he used it to fool the little monk.

The little monk racked his brains and thought for a while, before he suddenly shouted: "I know, Hongjun is the immortal ancestor, right? At the beginning, Sanqing got the mantle of the immortal ancestor, so that he could create the Xuanmen, pass down the method of cultivating immortals, and become holy with this evidence, it turns out that the real name of the immortal ancestor is called Hongjun, and the three old guys of Sanqing have been hiding it, and now I know it, haha!"

Chun Yang almost fell and said, "Is this okay?"

The little monk patted Chunyang with the appearance of an adult, and said: "What is not okay? You have been hiding from me, saying that you are not the reincarnation of those old guys, you see, now you are showing your feet, if it is not for those old guys, how can you know the real name of the Immortal Ancestor?"

The little monk has an expression that sees through your calculations, and his eyes are full of loneliness like snow. Chunyang turned around and left cleanly, and the head of such a young monk was completely hopeless!

When the little monk saw Chunyang turn around and leave, he was very excited in his heart, thinking that he had seen through his disguise, and happily chased after him, and asked vigorously: "Which old guy are you?

In the depths of the dense blood-colored jungle, a chubby monk was running lifelessly, and behind him was a group of red ants the size of a mouse, although each of these ants only had an innate level, but there were really too many of them, there were hundreds of thousands, such a large group of ant blood slaves, even the Yuan Shen had to run when he saw it, not to mention that he was a monk who only had the realm of spirituality.

By his side, those blood slave plants did not stop him, because they were also running away frantically, these ant blood slaves, before becoming blood slaves, were originally a kind of non-picky ant marching ants, eating everything, and naturally after becoming blood slaves, they still maintained this nature, not to mention blood slave plants, they ate everything except for their own kindred.

Therefore, anything in the path of these marching ants, whether it is a blood slave or a monk, is running away! This monk is a wind genus, although he is fat, but the speed of escape is not slow, behind him, there are many monks in the Jindan realm who have entered the stomach of the ant, but he has successfully escaped on the front line, and he can be regarded as a person with luck.

Chunyang was walking, and the little monk followed behind and asked this and that, and asked some fairy secrets, which he couldn't know at all, so he had to pretend to be dumb, but he didn't expect that the monk was the slightest eyesight, a question, just when Chunyang couldn't help but make a move, he saw the dust rising in front of him, and the rumbling sound was endless. Within a few seconds, the plants around Chunyang began to flee in all directions, and at that end, it was faster than Pure Yang to take the spiritual fire to burn!

Pure Yang instantly concentrated the experience, there must be a huge danger ahead, otherwise these plants would not have this kind of reaction at all! Immediately after, a fat man suddenly flew out of the bushes in front of him, saw the two people in front of him, stretched out his hand and dragged Chunyang and the little monk, and shouted: "Run, if you don't run, it's too late!"

Chunyang and the little monk glanced at the fat man strangely, and with a twist of his body, he dodged the fat man's hand, and the fat man's footsteps didn't stop at all, and he crossed the two people: "There are ants behind, run quickly!" The voice gradually faded away, and in the time of saying these words, the fat man had already run hundreds of feet away.

The little monk exclaimed: "What a flexible fat man, even if the envoy of the Pure Altar descends to earth, under the same cultivation, he can't compare to this fat man!"

Chunyang heard the monk shouting ants, he knew what the situation was, in this world, the most terrifying creatures are definitely not those huge demons, but those very small insects! Take this ant as an example, the elephant is so huge, although docile, but the lion does not dare to provoke, but there is a saying that the ant bites the elephant to death, such a huge elephant is restrained by the small ant, which shows the horror of the ant.

One ant, two ants, is nothing at all, but hundreds of thousands, millions of ants, but it is incomparably terrifying, and nothing can survive in so many ant colonies! The common people are not afraid of drought or flooding, but they are the most fearful in the face of the overwhelming locust plague! This is the reason why locusts pass through the border and leave no grass behind.

Chunyang said to the little monk: "Do you know the insect plague?" The little monk's face suddenly turned green, obviously thinking of something in his heart, although his Buddha light could not be broken by those ants, but when he thought of countless ants surrounding him, his heart was full of terror, and he couldn't help but put on a trace of crying in his voice and said: "Little Taoist, quickly take me to escape!" Although you have a spiritual fire, but how much mana can you support how much flame, that is hundreds of thousands or even millions of ants, we can't do it!"

Hearing this, Chunyang laughed and said, "Little monk, today I will let you see what fire control is called!" (To be continued.) )