"What are you talking about? I, old pig, can't understand what you are saying!"

The pig spirit opposite was holding a rake and had a fierce look in his eyes: "Great Heavenly Lord, I have ended up like a pig, so please stop playing tricks on me!"

Yang Xingzhou looked at the pig spirit in front of him, shook his head and laughed: "Where did your energy to shoot the sun go? Why are you so cautious?"

The pig spirit said: "Don't be ridiculous, Great Heavenly Lord. My body is so gnarled, how can I shoot the sun? It's a bit difficult to shoot people."

Yang Xingzhou laughed loudly and stopped arguing with the pig spirit. After thinking about it, he took out a lotus root and threw it at the pig spirit: "I have a golden lotus root here, which is best for shaping the body, so I will give it to you. You If you want to take off your pig body, you can just put your soul on this green lotus root."

At this point, Weiwei sighed: "Pity, pity!"

After waving his hand, the wheels of the flame chariot turned, carrying Yang Xingzhou slowly forward.

The pig spirit was holding a rake and stood there in a daze. It took a long time before he looked at the golden lotus root in front of him.

After the golden lotus root was thrown out by Yang Xingzhou, it did not fall. It floated and sank in the air as if floating in water.

The pig spirit put away the rake and hid the bow and arrow. He stretched out his palm and hesitated for a long time in front of the golden lotus root. Then he took the green lotus root in his hand. There was a hint of hatred and pain that had been suppressed for countless years in his eyes: "Fengmeng ah--!"

He exhaled a long breath, put the golden lotus root into his arms, and disappeared in an instant.

"Zhugang hyena is interesting!"

Yang Xingzhou sensed the pig spirit's behavior in the distance, shook his head and laughed, reclined in the carriage, took out a bottle of wine, took a sip, and breathed out a breath of wine: "It's getting more and more interesting!"

The driver who was driving the car asked in confusion: "Sir, what's so interesting about that pig sperm just now? It's a boar with a pig's head and a pig's brain. No one slapped it, so it definitely doesn't taste good, and it's inedible."

The fire bird on the shaft of the chariot also cried out: "The rake in the hands of the pig spirit is indeed extraordinary, but it is too ugly, so it is a pity that it is a good weapon!"

Yang Xingzhou laughed loudly: "Yes, it's a pity that the rake was broken!"

The flaming chariot glowed with golden light, showing all kinds of strange phenomena in the air, and rushed forward. After half an hour, it had traveled several hundred miles, and a huge mountain came rushing towards the front.

"Sir, the mountain ahead is a bit strange. Should we go around it or go straight to it?"

From the front of the line of fire, the mountains ahead looked a bit extraordinary, with fresh air lingering and auspicious light looming. I couldn't help but be frightened: "I'm afraid there are people with good background living inside."

Yang Xingzhou's eyes flashed and he said with a smile: "I'm afraid it doesn't have a backstory, but the best thing is that it has a backstory. If it doesn't have a backstory, I won't get it."

At this point, he burst out laughing: "Just go straight!"

Huoxian responded and pulled the cart forward. In a moment, he was close to the mountains. He saw green water flowing down the stream and auspicious clouds in front of the cliffs. Sure enough, there were no mortals in this place where gods live.

Looking ahead, there is a huge cypress tree, like a green cloud, covering a large area of ​​rocks. There is a firewood nest on the cypress tree. In the nest, an old monk is sitting cross-legged in meditation, speaking softly and preaching the scriptures.

There was also a black bear sitting cross-legged in meditation under the cypress tree, listening to the old monk's sermons, with pious expressions on his face. Both the monk and the bear entered a strange state, with their spirits flying to the underworld and their bodies connected to the void.

Yang Xingzhou listened with interest, and used his tactics to move the flaming chariot silently, and ordered the flaming horse and flaming bird: "Don't talk too much, and listen to what this careless old monk has to say!"

Huo Xian and Huo Yu were both startled and did not dare to say anything. They stood quietly under the tree and listened to the old monk's sermon.

The old monk in the firewood nest and the black bear under the tree were completely unaware. They listened to the sermon and preached the Dharma. They did not realize at all that there was an extra carriage under the tree.

As the voice of the old monk on the tree continued to sound, flowers from the sky fell in the sky, and golden lotuses emerged from the earth. It was indeed the true teaching of Buddhism, and it was only by reaching the source that it could shake the source of the great road, and such a vision could occur.

Huo Xian and Huo Ma didn't think that this old monk was very powerful. After all, he didn't even know that his master was approaching the tree. This shows that his master's moral conduct was very poor.

But when I heard the old monk's teachings, I realized that it was very mysterious and corroborated with what I had learned in the past. I actually understood a lot, and things that I had not understood in the past suddenly became clear.

"There is something extraordinary about this old monk!"

After feeling this, Yi Ma Yi Niao stopped being contemptuous and listened attentively. In just a moment, he was immersed in it, feeling smoky and intoxicated. He didn't know where he was, and his mind was drawn to it somewhere.

A wonderful state that I have never experienced before.

The old monk preached for three days and nights. When the sun rose in the east on the third day, the old monk stopped talking and slowly opened his eyes.

Then he asked softly: "Black Bear, have you ever gained anything?"

The black bear under the tree had not yet opened his eyes, so he closed his eyes and said: "Teacher, what I have achieved today is much greater than in the past, but I have not yet understood the wonderful method of transcendence, so it is difficult to understand the realm of the teacher."

The old monk smiled and said: "In the future, there will be an old friend from Nanhai who will teach you the true Dharma and teach you the methods. If you can escape her hands, you will be able to achieve enlightenment."

Having said this, he stretched out from the bird's nest, opened his eyes, and said with a smile: "But before that, I have to fight a stone monkey to let them know that my apprentice is not inferior to others...

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The old monk looked down at this time and had already seen the carriages and horses parked under the tree. He immediately stopped talking, with a look of shock on his face, and almost fell off the tree: "Who is this... fellow Taoist, come to Futu Mountain and give it to me

Are you kidding me?"

At this time, the firebird on the shaft of the chariot had been awakened and admired the old monk: "Old monk, you are really worthy of me. The truths you preach have not even been taught by my father! Are you also a bird who has attained enlightenment? You live in your nest.

Is it comfortable?"

It turned into a bird shape, spread its wings, and flew in front of the old monk. It looked at the bird's nest where the old monk was, and felt itchy in its heart: "Can I lie down in your nest for a while?"

The old monk looked at the fire bird in surprise and said, "Son, splendid, where do you come from, Taoist brother?"

The fire bird flapped its wings and said: "I am the pet bird of Mr. Yang of Fengming Mountain. I am inferior to one person and above ten thousand birds. I am nicknamed Fire Phoenix by others. I have vast supernatural powers and boundless magic power."

He raised one wing in the air and made a posture with his arms bent to show off his muscles: "I am very powerful, but also very cruel!"

Then he said: "This nest of yours is nice, can you give it to me?"

The old monk's eyes flickered and he said with a smile: "How dare you, a bird, to visit the old monk's nest? You are quite brave."

He stretched out his hand and pressed it gently, pushing the fire bird under the tree, and threw it on the roof of the flaming chariot. The fire bird was smashed to pieces. It couldn't stop chirping, but it couldn't turn over. It had to turn its belly to the sky.
Chapter completed!