Fatty Zheng shouted in great pain. He wanted me to extinguish the golden flame, but his heart-wrenching shout did not make me react immediately.

Thanks to that strange and magnificent dream, my strength has been restored and has been greatly improved. However, this strange dream also caused a great impact.

The impact comes from the habits I left behind when I was that sacred tree.

It was only one night, or even a few hours, but I was quite used to everything when I was a tree.

Among them, I was quite slow in my movements. I heard Fatty Zheng’s shouting and felt the pain from my stomach, but I didn’t want to do anything about it. It should be said that I didn’t want to, but I didn’t react.

Maybe as a big tree, time has no meaning to me, so my senses have become too slow.

Fatty Zheng looked at me standing beside him with my waist, but turned a deaf ear to his words, and his face turned red immediately.

"Brother, uncle, wake me up!" He shook my shoulders and shouted at my ears.

However, things did not change because of this. I stood there motionless, and our firm has now become a dazzling torch.

The rolling black smoke rose into the air, and even the sound of firetrucks appeared in the distance.

It is impossible to extinguish this golden flame by just squirting water. If possible, Fatty Zheng and the others had already done this just now, and there was quite a lot of water formed by spells.

Fatty Zheng didn't want to try his best to explain to a group of people why the fire could not be extinguished.

Therefore, Fatty Zheng gritted his teeth and took out an octagonal box from his pocket with a painful face.

This octagonal box is flashing golden, but that's all, but from its appearance, nothing wrong can be found.

"Damn it!" Fatty Zheng slapped his thighs viciously, feeling distressed and trembling with his legs hurt.

While trembling, he turned the octagonal gold box. A "crack" sound came from the seams of the box. After Fatty Zheng twisted it a few times, the gold box clicked and popped open the lid.

An indescribable feeling enveloped everyone present, and everyone saw what they thought in their hearts.

But it was only a moment, and then, no matter what it was, it was the tower in the air, dissipating like bubbles.

Although those beautiful things are gone, the reassuring aura is still there.

Fatty Zheng trembled and took out a round bead as white as jade from the golden box.

This peaceful and peaceful aura is transmitted from this bead.

"Wait for me. If you can't pay my baby back, I will definitely send you to sell your kidneys!" Fatty Zheng said to me.

I could hear what he said, but I just didn't want to do anything about it, as if I should have stood still.

Finally, Fatty Zheng made up his mind and put the round beads in his hand close to my eyebrows.

A cool feeling enveloped my whole body, and I seemed to be back in the vast and vast world again.

The difference is that under my body, that is, under the tree, there is an extra monk with a hat and no appearance.

In my memory, no matter what kind of immortal god it was, it could not reach the tree because of the high temperature and fire, but this monk seemed to be unaffected by this.

He recited annoying Buddhist scriptures, and the sound of the Buddha continued to stop, golden characters appeared, covering upwards from the roots of the tree.

I suddenly realized that as a tree, in addition to being unable to move, there is another bad thing, that is, I can't block my ears.

Therefore, I did not miss these Buddhist scriptures at all and accepted them all.

I instinctively like the creatures born from the flames, so I feel delighted to watch them play, but these Buddhist scriptures are like a big fly to me, buzzing around me constantly.

I was a little bored and didn't realize what was in the Buddhist scriptures. The instinctive boredom and resistance made me want to slap this monk to death with a slap.

The monk's power was consumed very quickly because he had to recite scriptures and resist the high temperature of flames.

Finally, the monk stopped preaching and all his power was exhausted.

The monk's figure became illusory. He slowly stood up and flew to me, which was a height of tens of thousands of feet.

This is an old monk with white hair and beard. His Buddhist clothes were a little torn and covered with patches.

He leaned over his right shoulder and looked at me and smiled, as if he had some regrets.

He stood up with one hand and said, "When the appearance is destroyed, the nature is immortal, and the true nature is free from dust. The realization of the roots of the immortality is different. This is called seeing the Tathagata with the Buddha's eyes."

The old monk's voice was loud, shaking the entire sky, and the blazing flames were blown away by the sound waves.

After he finished speaking, his whole body suddenly dissipated and turned into golden flowers floating in the air, then gradually faded and disappeared.

I didn't have any insights into his homage, but I was indeed bored with standing and unable to move.

As my thoughts arise, the world that was forcibly dragged into by the old monk instantly dispersed.

I opened my eyes and found a fat face opposite me, which looked extremely angry.

"Hiss...ha!"

I was shocked, and this time I woke up completely. The feeling of laziness that I had developed before was affected by my dreams also disappeared.

I re-understood this world. Although I can't see the world at this time, I can also feel the turbidity of the breath here.

I have to say, I don't like it here.

But Fatty Zheng's face is still close.

"Stop looking, put out the fire quickly!" He gritted his teeth and jumped out word by word.

When he was talking, the blue veins on his forehead popped out. You should know that he was a fat man of nearly 400 pounds. He could see blue veins on his face. How powerful anger would it take.

"immediately!"

I agreed, strode forward, and ran directly to Jinyan.

The heat wave forced everyone to get close to here, but I didn't feel anything about it.

I felt the golden flames spinning at my fingertips, and the reality is indeed the case.

I picked my fingers, and the golden flames that were entrenched on the building residue suddenly flew up. The golden flames formed an extremely thin wire of fire and ran into my body along my fingertips.

Although the fire thread is thinner than the thread tip, the golden flame disappears very quickly.

When the fire truck drove here, the last strand of gold wire had disappeared from my fingertips.
Chapter completed!