Chapter 6 Standing in the present and looking to the future
On the Phoenix on the edge of the Sea of Chaos, the Monkey King was carrying the sacred iron and staring at each other with a pair of ferocious eyes in the distance. After a moment, those eyes finally retreated unwillingly, and he spat out fiercely.
He spat and cursed disdainfully: "Fortunately, this guy is also a demon king in the immortal realm, but he turns out to be a coward."
"That's because your reputation is too great, Qi Tian, and it doesn't dare to accept your challenge after all." Fairy Honggu's face is still a little pale, that's because her old injuries have not fully recovered. Now, after every battle, she
My face will be pale for a while, and I don’t know how long it will take before I can regain my old outlook.
In front of the master, even the always unruly and ferocious Monkey King had to bow his head. He touched his furry face and said with a smile: "I just think that this guy can be regarded as the leader of the party, so naturally he should charge in front and retreat behind.
, Even if you are defeated and die, you should not be cowardly and afraid of fighting. But unexpectedly, this guy has good cultivation and a high status, but he is actually a softie at heart."
Fairy Honggu couldn't help laughing, and after she finished laughing, she said thoughtfully: "It's strange to say that since the big explosion, the demon kings in the Sea of Chaos have become significantly weaker. Not only those few
A great demon king in the realm of creation has never appeared again, and even those demon kings in the immortal realm have become weaker - not that their magical powers have become weaker, but that their wisdom and fighting spirit have obviously weakened..."
"Yeah, it's been a long time since I met an opponent I could have fun fighting against."
"Your sigh is really... As a teacher, I would rather the enemy always be like this. For our entire Winter Solstice Legion, the enemies at this level are the most suitable. If there are still strong ones like before, there will be even the Great Creation-level Demon King at any time.
Appearing is actually not a good thing.”
"Huh? Master, doesn't he also like to fight against strong enemies?"
"That's right, but my master is the Winter Solstice Star Lord, and I have to be responsible for the entire legion. As a strong man, I hope that the enemy is strong enough so that we can fight happily. But as a commander, I hope that the enemy is weaker and wins.
Take it easy."
The tall and burly Fire Ape scratched his head and tilted his head as if he didn't understand. Fairy Honggu couldn't help but laugh again.
"You monkey is obviously the incarnation of Zhifei, but why are you completely different from him? It's just that the magical powers are different, but how come your wisdom and temperament are completely different?"
"To be honest, I don't understand either. There is indeed some truth in this, but what I am responsible for is fighting. Just fight and fight to your heart's content. I'm not good at things that use my brain."
Fairy Honggu sighed: "It's okay if you're not good at it. If you can't figure it out, just don't think about it, but it's not a bad thing. It's not because he has great supernatural powers and superb understanding. He used the realm of cave to create this incarnation technique that is comparable to the immortal king.
, what he is thinking of is no longer something that a teacher can understand.”
"Master, don't sigh. You have advanced cultivation, but your injury has not recovered yet. When your injury recovers, you will be able to achieve immortality immediately. Compared with your ability, I am like a firefly next to the moon. No.
Worth mentioning”
"You monkey, you really can't speak. You should not overdo your flattery. If it goes too far, it will only have a counterproductive effect."
"Haha, I'm telling the truth, how can I be flattering?"
Fairy Honggu shook her head and ignored this silly monkey except for fighting, and looked into the depths of the sea of stars with a smile.
My injury is not far away from recovery, maybe... I can really achieve immortality before Wu Jie does.
Although she was mentally prepared for her apprentice to surpass her, the fact that this day came later made her feel better.
"Hey, as a monk, you don't work hard to beg for alms, but come to a poor temple to get food. Old monk, don't you think it's too much?" Raymond rolled up his sleeves, filtered the rice water through the bamboo sieve, and filtered as much as possible.
Not missing even the smallest grain of rice, he shouted dissatisfiedly, "I'm so poor, and you still come to share my meal, that's too much."
The one who was called "excessive" was a thin and shrunken monk, with slightly bald white eyebrows and a face full of wrinkles. He looked to be at least sixty years old, but he was so skinny that even a gust of wind could destroy him.
He blew away. Now he was lying in the courtyard of the ruined temple, underneath him
It was a thick layer of fallen leaves, and the early winter sunshine shone on his face, but it couldn't bring out even a trace of blood. Instead, it reflected the grayish gray and protruding cheekbones on his face, which made him look extremely miserable. Even the next second
It is not surprising at all that he will die of starvation on the roadside.
More than half a year ago, seeing his miserable appearance, Raymond suddenly softened his heart and took him in.
At that time, she thought that she was also a person who worshiped the gods, and she really couldn't wait to die without saving him. Besides, the monk was old and sick, and he probably didn't have much time left, so she should help him die. But she didn't expect that the old monk would die.
The monk's vitality is simply more tenacious than the cockroach nicknamed "Xiao Qiang". After eating a few meals of rice porridge, he actually came back to life and his energy was restored.
Such a powerful vitality scared the fearless Raymond to the point where he almost dislocated his jaw. But her bad luck started from then on - I don't know what the old monk thought, but he relied on her from then on.
He comes here every now and then to get some food.
If that's all, it's okay. Although Raymond is poor, he still knows how to respect the elderly and the virtuous. This old monk is so mature, so taking him to dinner is a good deed. There is nothing wrong with it.
However, this old monk's appetite was a bit alarming, and he was not averse to meat and vegetables. He quickly ate up all the money that Raymond had worked so hard to save. Fortunately, he was not the crazy type, and every time he ate
Raymond was about to run out of food, so he said goodbye and left. Finally, he didn't finish the job.
Faced with this old monk who had decided to kill him, Raymond was naturally very unhappy. But she was kind-hearted and couldn't do anything to drive the old man away with a broom, so she could only shake her head and sigh, thinking that she was unlucky.
never mind.
But... not today. This is the last bit left in her rice vat.
This little rice was cooked into porridge, which was just enough for her to eat her last meal. After eating this meal, she didn't even know where to find her next meal. She might have to rely on the strong physique of a practitioner to get through it.
It was also possible this winter... The thought of being hungry for the whole winter made her eyes darken and her whole life became gloomy.
However, even with this last bit of rice, the hateful old monk still wants to eat.
Raymond carefully put the pitiful rice into the pot and started to cook porridge. Then he came to the old monk angrily and shouted: "I only have the last rice, can't you please let me go?"
?And that little rice is enough to make a little porridge. Even I can't eat enough. If I give it to you, it won't even be enough to cover the bottom.
She was indeed very aggressive at first, but as she spoke, her momentum weakened. In the end, the old monk didn't need to speak, she sighed and wilted.
"Forget it, just think that I'm unlucky...I'll starve to death anyway..."
Naturally, it doesn't take long to cook a handful of rice. After a while, the unique aroma of rice porridge was already wafting in the ruined temple, making Raymond's stomach growl uncontrollably.
In fact, she herself had been hungry for several days. The last bit of rice was saved by enduring her hunger.
Smelling the aroma of the porridge, the eyes of the old monk who seemed to be about to expire suddenly shone with light, and he tried to get up, as if he wanted to say something like alms.
But before he could speak, an old wooden bowl was brought to him, containing slightly thin rice porridge.
"There are probably two bowls left." Raymond sighed and shook his head, "With your appetite, this order of porridge is definitely not enough. But this is really all I ordered and after eating these, it can be regarded as a cushion.
Let me know. Then I will send you down the mountain. There is a bamboo forest at the foot of the mountain. The doctor in the bamboo forest is very easy to talk to. If you can be polite and have a few meals, you should be fine..."
The old monk took the bowl, but did not drink it in a hurry. Instead, he asked in an old and hoarse voice: "What about you? Are you also having a few meals somewhere?"
"No, they worship the Sanwu Medical God, which is not the same god as me. After all, I am also a worshiper of gods. It's just a matter of life and death. How can I worship the believers of other gods when the end is not yet reached?
Looking for help”
"Then I believe in Nagarjuna Bodhisattva, why do you want to lend a helping hand to me?"
Raymond had never thought about this question and was immediately stunned. After a while, she finally came up with an answer: "Because you need help. You need help. Since I can help, I will help you."
Well, this has nothing to do with what you believe. I am helping an old man who needs help, that's all.
The old monk smiled, put down the bowl in his hand, and a round of Buddha's light slowly emerged from behind him.
"The poor monk does not understand the name of the Dharma. I have been taking care of him for many days. I am willing to give you a copy of the unique teaching "Tathagata Divine Palm". Please do not refuse, fellow Taoist."
Raymond was dumbfounded. He saw the puzzled master bringing the ancient scroll in front of him, but he did not reach out to pick it up. Instead, he slowly frowned.
"Master Puzzle...Actually, you have a very high level of cultivation, right?"
"That's right, although the poor monk has not yet cast an immortal golden body, his cultivation is indeed quite high."
"So... you won't actually be hungry at all, right?"
The puzzled master was stunned for a moment and nodded.
Raymond's face suddenly became very ferocious, and he grabbed the majestic monk in the Buddha's light: "You obviously have magical powers and will not starve, but you come to defraud me, a poor man, of food. You monk is so hateful to me.
Regardless of whether you are an eminent monk or not, if you dare to tease me, prepare to be beaten by me."
"...Donor, if you beat a monk, you will be punished."
"Retribution to your sister. Do you think you won't get retribution for lying to me? I will let you get retribution first now."
While speaking, Raymond punched Master Bujie hard on the eye socket.
"...I just say this method is unreliable." In the lobby of the "Ji Shi Tang" medical clinic in the bamboo forest, Dr. Wu, a gentle man in green clothes and white hair, looked at the puzzled master with a bruised nose and swollen eyes like a panda, and sighed, "That Raymond
Taoist fellow Taoist, you don’t know your temper, so why bother asking for trouble?”
"You and I are all born from one thought, so naturally we have to follow the direction of this thought." Master Bujie did not use magical powers to resolve his injuries. He grinned in pain, but said with a smile, "You want to observe, I want to
Test, so you observe and I test, why not?"
"Then what did you test?"
"Well, I've tried a few things." Master Bujie said seriously, "The weapon spirit in this world of heavenly books has a pure heart, but it also has a fiery temper and cannot tolerate being bullied and deceived by others. From this point of view, the treasure's
In the process of growing up, I should have been more influenced by Wu Jie, and the imprint left by the Supreme God Lord should have become less and less."
"It would be great if that could be done." Under the spirit tree, Wu Jie, who had been concentrating on using mystical skills to silently refine the world of the Book of Heaven, opened his eyes and showed a slight smile.
"It's not worth tormenting myself to the point of having a schizophrenia if I can get this reward."
