"Elder brother, you can rest assured. There are so many strange people and strangers in the sky and on the earth, in the three mountains and five mountains, and there will always be one who can heal the tree."

"With me here, uncle, you don't have to worry. You can also take this opportunity to practice some practice in this Feng Shui treasure place."

Li Zhi took the initiative to make a "bet" to Zhen Yuanzi. Within seven days, the senior brother Sun Wukong would be able to find a magic method to bring the "Ginseng Fruit" tree back to life.

Zhen Yuanzi naturally gave up and even threatened that if Sun Wukong could really find the medicine to heal the tree, he would be willing to become brothers with different surnames and share weal and woe.

This was a "fixed" matter, so Li Zhi naturally wouldn't worry and persuaded Sun Wukong to leave peacefully.

As for the monks in Tang Dynasty, after going through such a big torment like Li Zhi's tribulation, they were not like those who endured several tortures in another time and space.

Zhen Yuanzi personally ordered people to loosen the bonds. At least he had a tea with Tang Seng in his previous life, and rearranged the residences of the master and disciples.

Just like what Li Zhi said, these masters and disciples cherished the almost liquefied spiritual energy here and studied on their own behind closed doors.

Li Zhi, however, was at ease. He had just survived the "Celestial Immortal" thunder tribulation, and his realm had reached the late "Celestial Immortal" stage, but he was not in a hurry to devote himself to new cultivation.

"I'll call you "Jiulang" as well. I wonder what Jiulang thinks of my "Wuzhuang Temple""

Li Zhi was at leisure, and unexpectedly he was invited by Zhen Yuanzi.

It stands to reason that the two of them have no interaction with each other. Tang Seng and his disciples said they were guests at "Wuzhuang Temple", but in fact it was considered "house arrest" in disguise.

Zhen Yuanzi did not go to find his "old friend" Tang Sanzang, but asked Qingfeng to call Li Zhi over.

Mingyue handed Li Zhi some fragrant tea from the side. Li Zhi naturally didn't know how to be polite. How could Zhen Yuanzi serve it to entertain guests?

Sure enough, after taking a sip of tea, Li Zhi felt that the spiritual platform was clear and clear, and his spiritual thoughts were clear. It turned out to be a good treasure that warms the heart and soul.

"Senior Zhenyuan is the ancestor of the earth immortals. Your "Wuzhuang Temple" can be regarded as one of the best caves and heavens in the earth world."

Li Zhi lacks experience. This "Wuzhuang Temple" is the first immortal mansion he has ever visited. As for the "Hebo Mansion", "Yingchou Stream" Crystal Palace, and even Zen Master Wuchao's Wuchao, which he has visited before, it is worse.

Don't make excuses.

However, he still did not dare to speak too highly. As far as he knew, the Great Leiyin Temple in Lingshan, also in Hezhou, Xiniu, was no worse than this "Wuzhuang Temple".

"If I want to invite Jiulang to live here for a long time, I don't know what Jiulang wants."

Zhen Yuanzi suddenly said seriously, which made Li Zhi confused.

"Thank you, Senior Zhenyuan, for your kindness. However, I have just entered the immortal world, so I should have more experience in the world of mortals."

"Moreover, I am a member of the royal family of the Tang Dynasty. If I want to become a monk, I must also get the permission of my parents."

"This young man came from a mortal body and is not as magnanimous and lofty as Senior Zhenyuan. I'm afraid he will let down Senior Zhenyuan's good intentions."

Although Li Zhi didn't understand why Zhen Yuanzi said such words, he still politely declined, just like he declined Guanyin Bodhisattva back then.

"Haha, it's okay. There are three thousand avenues, no one is limited to one. Maybe the path Jiulang wants to take is not something that a poor Taoist can understand."

"However, in the past few days while waiting for the monkey to come back, Pindao has gained some experience in spiritual practice. I wonder if Jiulang is free so that you and I can discuss it."

Zhen Yuanzi didn't insist, so he retreated to the next best option.

Now that the talk has come to this point, Li Zhi can no longer shirk it.

To put it nicely, it's "discussion". A man who came from ancient times and has been practicing for hundreds of millions of years is discussing with you, a teenager.

Li Zhi knew very well that it seemed that this powerful man really wanted to get close to him.

The years in the mountains are easy to pass, but how busy the world is

After Li Zhitong and Zhen Yuanzi continued to discuss Taoism for six days, Sun Wukong finally came back, and what came with him was the compassionate Guanyin Bodhisattva.

Sun Wukong can be regarded as a "monkey" these days, and this "somersault cloud" hits one after another

.

He went to various places in Heaven, relying on his connections in Heaven, and even broke into "Tushita Palace". Unfortunately, Taishang Laojun failed to give him an accurate idea.

I wandered around the East China Sea again and visited the three-star "Fu Shou Lu" on Penglai Island, but the three elders were helpless.

In the end, when he was desperate, Sun Wukong unexpectedly returned to Lingtai Fangcun Mountain and Xieyue Sanxing Cave where he had been away for hundreds of years.

The mountain gate remains the same, with no sound or appearance.

The deathly silence was originally a rare blessed land, but now it has no life at all. It can't even keep up with ordinary mountains. At least you can still encounter some mountain birds and beasts.

"Ancestor, disciple...disciple is back——"

Such a stubborn Sun Wukong knelt on the cold stone road, which was the same road when he entered the mountain gate. A monkey's head touched the ground, and the sound it made was the sound of gold and stone hitting.

Yes, today's Sun Wukong is no longer the Monkey King who caused trouble in the Heavenly Palace, nor is he the Monkey King who studied here in the past. He is just a Buddhist guard with a tight band on his head.

"Wukong, do you know your sin——"

After kneeling for a long time, a voice suddenly came out, a voice that had not been heard for hundreds of years. Although it was a bit ethereal, Sun Wukong heard it really.

"Grandmaster, are you? Grandmaster——"

Sun Wukong took a few steps on his knees, facing the direction of the hall where Patriarch Bodhi gave his sermon.

"Grandmaster, this disciple has realized his mistake. Please ask the Patriarch for advice on a magical recipe for healing the tree."

"You monkey, you are always causing trouble. That's all. There must be a healing tree in the vast South China Sea. Just go ahead——"

After all, he was the disciple he taught himself. Although he couldn't show up to meet him due to various agreements, Patriarch Bodhi still gave Sun Wukong a suggestion.

"Thank you, Patriarch. Disciple, can...can I see you again?"

Since descending from Lingtai Fangcun Mountain, Sun Wukong has seemed to have endless scenery in the past hundreds of years, but he has also encountered some sincerity, and only he knows the pain in his heart.

"When you left, I said that if I never see you again in this life, you might as well go -"

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It's still the same voice, but it can't hide the sadness.

"Patriarch...disciple, farewell——"

Sun Wukong wanted to try again, but suddenly thought of his current situation, and felt secretly sad. Finally, he chose to give up, turned around and left.

"Well, wait a minute, raise your head——"

The Patriarch's voice sounded again, seemingly with a hint of surprise.

"Ancestor——"

Naturally, Sun Wukong obeyed his master's instructions. He looked around, but there was no trace of his master.

"It's strange, it's strange, after hundreds of years of not seeing each other, your appearance has changed a lot"

"You are one of the four monkeys in the world, and you also have the blessing of being a son of the era, but you don't know how to restrain yourself by nature. You are destined to be plotted by others, and there is no way to save it."

"This time I saw that your appearance has changed drastically. Now that the catastrophe has begun, I can't predict your ending. However, it is already a very dangerous situation. No matter how many calculations those people make, what can they do?"

"Forget it, I will give you another skill as a teacher."

As he said this, he saw a flash of white light in the void, and a cool feeling on Sun Wukong's altar. It turned out to be a handprint.

"My master calls this hand seal the "Heaven-cutting Seal". It can intercept a glimmer of life in the dark. You can use this hand seal to refine something with your own blood."

"Leave this thing to the most trusted person for safekeeping. Even if your soul is gone and your body is dead, there is still a certain chance of being resurrected."

"This method cannot be used twice. It must be kept by a trustworthy person. Remember, remember..."

The voice of the Patriarch was just like the earnest teachings back then. Sun Wukong knelt there in a polite manner, listening to every sentence and every word, and he didn’t know how serious he was compared to back then.

The thousand-year-old stone monkey finally shed tears.

Because, when he heard his ancestor calling himself "master" again, did he still recognize him as his disciple?

"Thank you, Patriarch for your grace——"

The barren hills remain the same, the walls of the ruined courtyards are in ruins, and the ancestor’s voice is never heard again.

If it weren't for the shining handprint in the spiritual platform, Sun Wukong would have thought that it was just his illusion.

"Why did the Patriarch teach me this mudra? Will something happen to my grandson?"

Sun Wukong knew that the Patriarch would not talk lightly about misfortunes and blessings. Calculating the time, he had only been out for two days. It only took half a day's journey from here to Chaoyin Cave in the South China Sea.

Sun Wukong, on the other hand, was not in a hurry, so he sat down cross-legged in the Sanxingyue Cave, took a drop of his own blood, and refined it according to the handprints passed down by his ancestor.

Two a day, three a day.

Three days later, Sun Wukong's handprints were finally completed, and a monkey-shaped jade pendant suddenly appeared in front of him, bright red in color and with restrained divine splendor.

Sun Wukong thought for a while, and then copied all his past memories and what he had learned into this monkey-shaped jade pendant.

In this way, if the situation mentioned by the founder really happens, if he can return, he can be resurrected instantly and possess his original magical powers and cultivation.

"Thank you, Guanyin Bodhisattva, for coming to this barren mountain like Pindao. You are not welcomed, you are not welcomed——"

He said he was not welcome, but Zhen Yuanzi did not greet him. He just stood up from his seat and bowed his head.

"Amitabha, my Buddhist disciples passed by the Immortal Mountain, and their stubbornness broke out and eventually led to catastrophe. I hope the Immortal will forgive them for the sake of the golden face of Tathagata Buddha——"

Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva did not dare to let Zhen Yuanzi take him out. This person had to learn from his mentor, so he had to call him "Uncle Master".

Although everything was a well-discussed plan, after all, it was his own Buddhist team that caused the disaster. Guanyin Bodhisattva took a few steps and entered the Mahavira Hall.

"Some fruits are not important, but the "ginseng fruit" tree is actually a companion of poor people, but it was pushed down by the monkey head..."
To be continued...