Originally, Sun Wukong had an inexplicable sense of familiarity with the white-bearded old man, but this feeling was very weak before, so faint that Sun Wukong was not sure at all. But now as soon as the Bodhi branch appeared, Sun Wukong suddenly felt a very strong sense of familiarity, and the Zhenyuan Bodhi Treasure Tree in his body suddenly began to tremble violently, and then it was completely out of Sun Wukong's control and flew out directly in his body.

At this time, Sun Wukong was shocked, and hurriedly followed up and grabbed a few times, but the Zhenyuan Bodhi Treasure Tree seemed to have its own consciousness and took the initiative to avoid Sun Wukong, but flew towards the old man at a faster speed. Now Sun Wukong is really a little anxious, although the Bodhi branch in the old man's hand makes Sun Wukong feel very familiar, but this does not mean that Sun Wukong trusts the old man very much.

If this flew over was just an ordinary magic weapon, or even his own golden hoop stick, Sun Wukong would not be so eager, but this is the Zhenyuan Bodhi Treasure Tree, which was transformed by his own master, Patriarch Bodhi, with his own life. Since the death of the Bodhi Patriarch, this Zhenyuan Bodhi Treasure Tree can be said to be his only thought. And there are also branches of the ginseng fruit tree of his friend Zhenyuan Daxian, it can be said that this magic weapon is the most important one for Sun Wukong.

Seeing that the Zhenyuan Bodhi Treasure Tree was caught by the white-bearded old man, Sun Wukong almost wanted to go crazy, but the last reason told him to endure it, otherwise if he accidentally injured the Langxin Sword Hao or the Flame God, it would be too late for him to regret it. The white-bearded old man grabbed the flying Zhenyuan Bodhi Treasure Tree, but before he had time to look at it, Sun Wukong had already rushed to his eyes.

"I'm just going to take a look, and I won't rob you, you monkey!" After speaking, the white-bearded old man took three steps back, but the person appeared directly three hundred meters away. Then looking at Sun Wukong, who was rushing again, he suddenly stretched out two fingers of his left hand and drew a circle towards Sun Wukong: "Draw the ground as a prison, bind!"

With the voice of the white-bearded old man, Sun Wukong's original body that rushed forward flew out directly upside down as if he had hit something, but he flew out less than two meters, but he didn't know what he hit on his back, and the whole person fell down directly. Then just dropped a little and stopped. Shaking his head that was a little dizzy, Sun Wukong stood up violently and punched the void in front of him.

It was obviously a void, but it stubbornly blocked Sun Wukong's punch. Then Sun Wukong punched and kicked like crazy, but no matter what, he was still trapped in place, unable to move forward or retreat, and even his head and feet were blocked by a transparent wall. He could only keep roaring while watching his Zhenyuan Bodhi Treasure Tree being looked at by the old man.

The old man looked at it for a while, and suddenly said in a deep voice: "Sun Wukong, how is your master Bodhi Patriarch?"

Sun Wukong was stunned when asked, and subconsciously replied: "My master, he, is dead!"

Hearing Sun Wukong's answer, the old man's face was gloomy, but he didn't continue to speak, and he didn't ask how he died and who killed him like ordinary people. Instead, he suddenly forced out a drop of blood on his fingertips, and then dripped this drop of blood onto Sun Wukong's Zhenyuan Bodhi Treasure Tree.

Then the old man closed his eyes, and the fingers of his left hand moved rapidly. It seems that this old man actually intends to use his own blood as a lure to spy on the heavens. After a long time, the old man slowly opened his eyes. There was no emotion in his expression.

The original Yun Danfeng was light and full of smiles, but there was no anger, and it looked a little dignified. "This Bodhi branch is not used like this. The power of the Bodhi branch that your master transformed with his own life is far above the branches of the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree and the Ginseng Fruit Tree, so combining the three together in this way will make the Bodhi Branch's magical power discounted!" After speaking, the old man let the Bodhi branch in his hand hang in the air, and then turned into palms with both hands to hold the Zhenyuan Bodhi Treasure Tree in his hands.

Then the old man's body began to slowly emit a thin green light, which was very thin, but it seemed very tough. Sun Wukong, who was trapped in the air by something he didn't know, felt the green light and the breath emanating from the Zhenyuan Bodhi Treasure Tree, and the original struggling movements had slowly stopped.

Feeling this familiar breath, Sun Wukong's heart was suddenly filled with sad emotions. This breath is Master, and the other breath is Zhen Yuanzi. Sun Wukong has always thought that he has buried the death of two people deep in the deepest part of his mind. That's why he can keep laughing and go all the way! But now, Sun Wukong finds that he has been deceiving himself.

What you think you have forgotten is actually the most profound thing to remember, and what you think you have gotten used to is actually deeply afraid. Feeling the breath of his mentor, Sun Wukong seemed to see the kind face of the master in front of his eyes. Another time, when he counterattacked the Heavenly Court, just when he thought that there was no hope, it was the master and his old man who stepped forward regardless of the danger.

If it weren't for his old man, I'm afraid he would still be a who has not yet opened his mind, and he only knows how to live in fear all day long. Without Master, there would be no self, there would be no Monkey King, there would not be so many stories, so many memories, so many joys and sorrows. In Sun Wukong's heart, the status of Bodhi Patriarch is incomparable to anyone, and it is a real teacher and father.

It can be said that the death of Patriarch Bodhi is the most painful thing for Sun Wukong. Now that he feels the breath of the master again, Sun Wukong only feels that there is an emotion suppressed in his chest, but he doesn't know how to vent it. Just closed his eyes like that, standing quietly in the void, Sun Wukong didn't make any movements.

At this time, the old man suddenly shouted: "Open!" Then the Zhenyuan Bodhi Treasure Tree suddenly turned into three, first a Bodhi branch with emerald green leaves, next to it is a ginseng fruit tree branch with a ginseng fruit hanging on it, and next to it, is the Bodhi Patriarch's enlightenment, the Seven Treasures Wonderful Brush Tree!

Then the old man flicked his fingers, and the branches of the ginseng fruit tree sank into the body of the eyes who fell to the ground in the distance, and the Qibao Miao Brush Tree melted into the body of the Langxin Sword Hao. As for the last Bodhi branch, it was held in the old man's hand. Then with a move of his left hand, he recalled another Bodhi branch hanging in the air back into his hand.

"The flame god, a descendant of the Bangfeng clan, I give you the branches of the ginseng fruit tree today, make fire with wood, and nourish wood with fire, I hope you can understand the true meaning of the Bangfeng clan in the future. After speaking, he said to Langxin Jianhao: "Langxin Jianhao, the first swordsman of the original Nine Great Divine Kingdoms, the great disciple of the Supreme Sword Venerable, I will give you the Bodhi Patriarch's natal magic weapon Seven Treasures Wonderful Brush Tree today, and cooperate with your Demon Breaking Slash, you will definitely kill all the wicked people in the world, I hope you will do it yourself in the future!"

Then he glanced at Sun Wukong standing in the void, his eyes were sharp, and then he put his two palms together again. I saw that the two Bodhi branches, which were almost identical, suddenly began to slowly merge into one. And Sun Wukong, who was closing his eyes, suddenly felt that the breath familiar to Master and Zhen Yuanzi were starting to become weak, and he was startled, and suddenly opened his eyes.

But before he was suddenly born, in his heart, an old voice sounded faintly, "My disciple Wukong ......" Although the voice was ethereal, it was very clear. And the moment Sun Wukong heard this voice, he suddenly knelt directly in the void, and his eyes were full of tears.

"Master is above, please accept the nine bows of the unworthy disciple Sun Wukong!" The voice was trembling and choked at the same time. Because at this moment, Sun Wukong was already in tears and couldn't make a sound. After speaking, he directly slammed his head into the void, and the force used was so great that there were blood stains on Sun Wukong's forehead.

Although Sun Wukong said that it was nine worships, but with a knock, the back was not controlled at all, one after another, and one after another. And every time Sun Wukong knocks, the blood stains in the void will increase by one point. Looking at the appearance, Sun Wukong seems to be planning to vent all the remorse, thoughts, and self-blame in his heart in this way.

Finally, when Sun Wukong kowtowed to the nineteenth head, a soft force slowly lifted Sun Wukong up. "Wukong, people will die eventually, don't be too sad. The current teacher is just a wisp of remnant soul left at the beginning, if it weren't for the Dao Zhun Master to urge him with mana, I'm afraid I wouldn't have had the chance to see you for the last time. Wukong, as a teacher, knows that it is not easy for you, but you are a person who was chosen by fate, so this journey is destined to be full of thorns and bumps. However, you must not give up, you must remember that you are a disciple of the teacher, you are the disciple of the Bodhi Patriarch, you are the disciple of the Daozhun Master, you are the Monkey King, you are the last hope in this world!"

Sun Wukong wanted to say something, but he choked up and couldn't say anything. "Wukong, the teacher is leaving, you have to take care of yourself in the future, you don't have to support you for the teacher anymore, you are careful in everything. When it's cold, remember to pack extra clothes, and don't forget what you said when you first met your teacher. Wukong, you are proud of your teacher. You were too stubborn before, so you never said that you, Sun Wukong, are a teacher, and you are the greatest pride in my Bodhi's life!"

After finishing speaking, the old voice suddenly faded away. Sun Wukong hurriedly rushed forward, stretched out his hand to grab something, but he didn't know how to grab it. Just when Sun Wukong's grief was at its peak, he suddenly hugged Sun Wukong alone, this feeling is very familiar, just like back then, Master!

"Wukong, I will tell you everything about your master. ”