Little Bai Mao came to Zi Hou and also jumped up. If Yang Zhen hadn't dodged in time, he was almost knocked away by it.
The little demon monkey immediately laughed proudly and winked at Yang Zhen.
It is already eight feet tall, but sitting on Zihou, it looks like a child.
One person and one monkey each occupy half of his shoulders, with big eyes staring at small eyes.
At this time, I heard the third-level demon monkey below saying in a muffled voice: "Everyone is seated!"
After saying that, he turned around and ran towards the way he came.
Yang Zhen was stunned. She went back and forth just to pick up this little white fur?
"Senior Zihou, aren't you going to tell a story today?" he asked aloud.
"Journey to the West" has come to an end. According to his estimation, this long series can be concluded in two hours at most.
This is because he was worried that Zihou would not let him go before the story was finished, so he hurriedly hurriedly and deleted a lot of space, leaving only this little plot.
"Let's not talk about it for now, I have something to do." Zihou replied.
"Where's the afternoon?"
"We'll talk about it then." Zihou sounded a little impatient.
Yang Zhen's heart sank. With Zihou's love for "Journey to the West", he could not resist listening. It was obvious that he wanted to keep him in the secret realm.
In a flash of thought, he pretended not to understand the meaning of the words, took out two spiritual fruits from his storage bag and threw them to Little White Hair, quickly winning the favor of this monster monkey.
Although he carried hundreds of kilograms on his shoulders, Zihou acted as if nothing had happened, and returned to the cave in half a quarter of an hour at almost the same speed as when he came.
……
The formation built yesterday was right next to the pool where the Wood Spirit Beads were held. It was round in shape, about ten feet high, wide at the bottom and narrow at the top, about ten feet below. The platform above was only half of it, and there were three black pillars standing there.
Pillars.
Rather than saying it is a formation, it is more like an altar.
Zihou first ordered Little White Mao to wash his body under the waterfall outside. The little demon monkey obeyed obediently and returned after a quarter of an hour. The water droplets on his body had been shaken off by it, revealing a body of golden hair and full of energy.
Majestic.
Then, under Zihou's instructions, it climbed onto the altar, came to the center of the three pillars, and sat down cross-legged like a human monk.
Zihou then took out three kinds of spiritual herbs. Yang Zhen took a closer look and saw that they were the three main ingredients for refining the Foundation Building Pill: Purple Faced Monkey Flower, Chalcedony Mushroom and Tianling Fruit.
He immediately understood what he was doing.
Zi Hou is helping Xiao Bai Mao advance to the second level and become the new Monkey King!
No wonder they asked me for my opinion the day before yesterday. It turned out that they were selecting a successor.
At this time, Zihou was heard roaring at Xiao Bai Mao, spitting out a series of words that Yang Zhen could not understand.
Xiao Baimao nodded frequently, then grabbed the three precious spiritual herbs, stuffed them into his mouth one by one and swallowed them.
"Is it okay to just eat it raw?" Yang Zhen was very surprised.
Zihou's face was solemn, he muttered something in his mouth, he stretched out his right palm, and soon three drops of blood essence appeared, suspended in the air.
With a flick of his finger, three drops of essence and blood bounced to the top of the three pillars, and immediately fell down and submerged into them.
At the same time, the pillars made a buzzing sound, and black and blood-colored light patterns flashed between each other, intertwining and passing back and forth.
The formation has been activated!
The little white-haired boy sat in it, his eyes closed tightly, and he had entered what the monks called a meditative state.
Zihou breathed a sigh of relief, turned around, and looked at Yang Zhen with a king-like aura.
"It takes a whole day for Xiao Baimao to advance to the second level. You can tell the story tomorrow!"
He said in a tone that left no room for doubt.
Yang Zhen was stunned. Although she had expected it, she didn't expect the other party to change his mind so completely.
"Then, transfer token?" He asked hesitantly.
"Token?" Zihou raised his head and laughed: "Let's wait until you can beat me! Haha!"
After saying this, he felt relaxed all over. He no longer had to pretend in front of this human child, so happy!
Seeing this boy lowering his head and looking deflated, he felt even more happy:
"Stay in the cave and tell stories. I won't treat you badly! Otherwise..."
He snorted, turned around, turned his attention back to the altar, and ignored Yang Zhen.
"Yes."
Yang Zhen did not dare to protest and replied with a low eyebrow.
……
As the formation continued to operate, Xiao Bai Mao's body began to expand, and the sound of "clicking, clicking" bones was heard from time to time.
The demonic monkey grimaced in pain, and its already ugly face looked even more ferocious and terrifying. Beads of sweat dripped down, quickly making its hair wet, as if it had just been soaked in water.
Zihou's face became more serious, his giant eyes staring at the little demon monkey without blinking, ready to take action at any time.
Yang Zhen wandered aimlessly in the stone room, picking through the pile of debris, and dug out two transmission boxes and two dark and heavy stones. He couldn't tell what they were in the dim light, but he caught them all.
Throw it into a storage bag.
Only the middle-grade fire spirit bead, which was at the earth level, he did not touch.
Zihou seemed to know what he was doing behind him, and ignored him, letting him rummage around at will.
As time passed, Yang Zhen picked up a wooden box and looked at the seeds inside, but her eyes were dull and she didn't know where to look.
He was becoming more and more anxious.
Gritting his teeth, he stood up and walked slowly outside.
"Where are you going?" Zihou's voice sounded from behind.
Yang Zhen turned around, her face remained as usual, and she said respectfully: "Senior, I'm going out for a while."
"The stone chamber is so big, you can just find a place," the demon monkey said coldly: "You are not allowed to leave this cave before Youshi today."
"Yes."
Yang Zhen reluctantly responded and returned to the cave. Of course, the so-called convenience was ignored.
……
The time has come.
The body of the little white hair over there has reached 10 feet, and it no longer continues to swell, and his face has returned to calm, and it seems that he has passed the most difficult moment.
Zifu sat cross-legged and looked less nervous than before.
Yang Zhen, on the other hand, had already taken out the oven, skewered various monster meats, including the black iron beetle, and took out several black sun wood sticks, and started grilling the feast by herself.
There is also a spiritual wine called Purple Ginseng Snake sitting on the side.
There is a lot of good wine in his space, including earthly delicacies like the Great Mingchun, as well as various spiritual wines and medicinal wines.
Quite a few of them were bought for little guy Yiyi to taste.
The Purple Ginseng Snake is a first-level wood-attribute spiritual snake that lives near the Purple Star Ginseng. It is highly poisonous.
However, the spiritual wine soaked in this poisonous snake has the miraculous effect of replenishing qi and blood and nourishing the physical body.
However, Yang Zhen chose it for only one reason——
This wine can mask the smell of blue octopus wood.
As the barbecue matures, the aroma spreads everywhere and reaches the nose, making people unable to help but move their index fingers.
Yang Zhen took off a bunch of fire rock rabbits slowly, put it into her mouth, and then took a sip of the medicinal wine.
There was an expression of great enjoyment on his face.
But I am worried in my heart, will this monster monkey take the bait?